Chapter 2
Susan couldn't stop thinking about him. It was almost worse than when she performed for him. The last three weeks had been focused on one goal, getting past Thursday without going outside.
She'd made sure to be away from home on Thursday afternoon by enrolling in a knitting class. She'd found a class at the local A.C. Moore. It was the only class that took place at exactly 2 p.m. every Thursday. Frankly, she'd have taken wood carving if it had been Thursday at 2 p.m.
If she were home, she knew she'd be out by the pool. This was the only way she could be sure she wouldn't cave in.
She'd seen Eric a few times as he was leaving in his Jeep with his Pitbull in the back seat. She ducked back inside every time she saw him. She couldn't stand the thought of being face-to-face with him after he'd seen her so exposed. She was just as afraid that he'd see though her charade to the coward she was inside.
She'd considered signing up for one of his classes simply to have an excuse to finally meet him for real. She'd chickened out though. She was afraid she'd throw herself on him as soon as he came near her and she couldn't bear another rejection. It would hurt worse coming from him.
She could just see it. He'd step up to her and say, "We're going to work on down" whereby she'd drop to her knees and proceed to suck him off. That would go over really well with the other participants.
Susan dropped her needles into her lap. Her fingers were cramping and she'd frogged so many stitches that in three weeks, she'd only managed to knit about two inches of the scarf she'd started.
This was supposed to be easy, not rocket science. She held an MBA from the University of Maryland, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out the difference between a knit stitch and a purl stitch.
Instead of neat rows, her stitches varied in size and the scarf wasn't even rectangular. She'd had high hopes that she could channel her frustration into scarves and sweaters in chenille and silk. Each stitch would be a testament to her self-control. Instead, the would be scarf was as ragged as her nerves.
Susan was frustrated and sick of herself, her agitation and her obsession with Eric. If she wasn't going to drum up the nerve to speak to him, she needed to simply forget about him. Right, maybe she could forget her name to.
She may not be performing for him anymore, but she was still fantasizing about him and masturbating to the fantasy. Just not where he could see. Her couch, her shower, her bed, her living room floor had all been witness to her obsessive fantasy.
With a sigh, Susan collected her needles and the rolls of yarn she'd so studiously wound into balls and threw them in her Le Sport Sac. Who was she kidding? Knitting was not going to happen.
What she needed was peace of mind. The bookstore was on the way home, she'd go check out their self-help section. Who knows, maybe she could meditate her way out of this bind.
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She'd done it again. Disappeared on him as soon as he saw her. Eric whipped his Jeep into a parking spot close to the entrance. He threw the SUV into park and hopped out. She wasn't getting away from him today. He was going to run her to ground and force her to deal with him. If it had to be in the bookstore, then so be it. She'd have brought it on herself.
He'd spotted her while he waited at the light to make his turn. She'd been busy rummaging around in some kind of tote bag she was carrying and wasn't watching where she was going. She'd caught herself just as she was about to run into a pole and had glanced around quickly, her cheeks flaming, to see if she'd been caught out before ducking into the store.
Eric was determined to corner her inside. Susan may think she could continue this little cat and mouse game they were playing, but she was wrong. He was tired of her disappearing every time they happened across each other. If he were a less secure man, he'd think there was something seriously wrong with him.
He could handle rejection, but damn there should at least be something to reject first. He hadn't even so much as asked her out for coffee. She wouldn't let him get close enough. It's not like he was trying to marry her or anything, he just wanted to fuck her.
After all the weeks of torture, he'd had an epiphany. The months of teasing had gotten under his skin. It was like walking by a candy store and seeing all of the mouth watering candy on display only to realize the store was closed. Eventually, the longing would get so bad that you just had to get some of that candy and only gorging on it made the desire go away.
This led Eric to the only logical conclusion ... the fastest way to stop thinking about Susan, was to do the deed. Often. She was a suit after all, and eventually she'd irritate him enough with all her demands to change that he wouldn't want to see her anymore let alone screw her. 'Nuf said.
Decision made, he'd been trying to speak to her for the last three weeks, but she'd avoided him like the plague. He didn't even see her leave in the mornings anymore.
At first, he hadn't really thought much about it. It wasn't as if they'd been tripping over each other before, but there had been incidental meetings. When she didn't show up for her Thursday performance, he'd been surprised, then relieved and then seriously frustrated.
What made her think she could get him habituated to her weekly show and then leave him high and dry? Oh no, she wasn't getting off that easy. She was going to have to explain herself. Now.
He'd had his shoes on and his keys in hand before sanity had reigned and he'd realized he sounded insane. She'd probably have him arrested if he showed up on her doorstep demanding to know why she wasn't masturbating in her backyard.
Right. He'd end up in the psych ward quicker than you could say "bat shit crazy."
But his reaction had let him know one thing ... it was time to take charge of the situation. So, he'd begun waiting for her. He wanted to introduce himself, ask her out for coffee. Nothing serious, just start the process of getting to know her. No big.
Well, you can't get to know someone when you can't even manage to exchange two words with them.
When Susan didn't show up the second week, he'd suspected that it was over. She wasn't going to perform for him anymore. Two weeks in a row wasn't a coincidence. The third week clinched it though. She really wasn't going to come out again.
He'd decided there and then that he was going to have to run her to ground. If she wasn't going to come out of her shell the easy way, he'd force her out.
He hadn't spent months fantasizing about all the ways he wanted to fuck her to end it like this. When she'd been performing, he hadn't needed to press the issue. They had their weekly date. He could take his time.
Truth is, he'd scared off more women than he could count. Vanilla sex wasn't his thing and he didn't like to pretend. Sex for him was full-throttle, dominance and submission. He dominated, she submitted. Nothing else would do.
He suspected she'd be into it though. She certainly had a touch of the exhibitionist in her. He was willing to be that she'd like watching too.
He certainly planned to find out exactly what her limits were and then push her past them. Just thinking about her laid out before him, at his mercy, waiting for his touch had his cock leaping to attention so fast it was almost painful.
But, he'd have to get her into bed first and he wasn't having such an easy time with that.
She'd proven more slippery than an eel. It had almost become a game in and of itself. He'd see her; she'd duck back in her house.
He'd pull into his drive way; she'd be backing out of hers. Had she mapped out his schedule or something just to avoid him?
At this stage, his last nerve wasn't just worked, it was flayed beyond all recognition. He was frustrated and his temper was short. He'd had to cut his class short this morning after he'd hollered at Jalil, a sweet, little Rottweiler puppy, for not settling down quickly enough. Mike, her owner, had been shocked. Eric was known for his patience with dogs of all energy levels.
He'd known then that Susan's time had run out. He wanted her out of his head and riding his cock. That simple.
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s was the first time he'd come across her in town. She had good taste in bookstores at least. Ex Libris, the local bookstore and hanging spot, was one of his favorite places. The front of the store sported a coffee bar with club chairs and loveseats for those patrons who wanted to camp out and read the New York Times or the latest James Patterson thriller.
Jack, the owner, made sure you could get a good, solid cup of normal coffee along with all of the fru fru macchiatos and lattes. Good coffee was important to Eric. He loved to walk Peanut down to Ex Libris, grab a coffee regular and sit on the patio with the daily paper.
The back of the store was the best though, rows upon rows of books. He loved books of all types. Fiction, non-fiction, self-help, you name the genre and he read it. Except for romance, he drew the line at romance.
He spotted her turning into self-help. That was perfect for him. It was the last row in the back of the store and he knew for a fact that she'd have nowhere to go once he got to her.
All of the stacks in Ex Libris butted up against the walls in order to create a walkway down the middle. That meant that once inside the aisle, you had to come back out the same way.
Also working in Eric's favor was the fact that the cases were closed with panels in between each side rather than the kind that were completely open so that you could see through them. He should be able to talk with her privately.
Eric stalked Susan down the aisle. She wasn't getting away from him this time. He rounded the corner on the self-help aisle and stopped in his tracks.
She was standing catty-corner to him paging through a book on Zen. She was concentrating on the book and hadn't noticed him yet.
He took in the sight of her. She was beautiful in a completely unaffected way. He'd never seen her wear makeup or revealing clothes. She carried herself demurely, but clearly that hid a wild side that he intended to explore.
She wore a red, cotton tank top that clung to her full breasts and some kind of work out pants that hugged a tight, round ass. The air conditioning kicked on and her nipples hardened in the cold. She wasn't wearing a bra.
He must have made some kind of noise because she looked up, gasped and promptly dropped her book. She scrambled to pick it up and rush past him, but he wasn't having any of that.
He caught her by the waist and pulled her back against him. Her breath whooshed out of her and he pressed her tightly against him.
"Slow down, now. There's no need to run off," Eric said quietly into her ear. "I just want to talk with you."
"What do you want?" her voice trembled slightly.
"Susan, I'm not going to hurt you," he soothed. "I've been trying to speak with you for several weeks now. I think you know that since you seem to be going out of your way to avoid me."
"I don't know what you mean," she protested as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
"Oh, I think you do."
Eric leaned down and inhaled her scent. She smelled of cinnamon and oranges. Susan went very still in his arms. Her breasts rested on his forearms and she was breathing very quickly.
"I've spent weeks wondering whether you felt as good as you looked. Watching you pleasure yourself. Imagining it was my cock between your legs instead of your fingers." He nuzzled her neck. "But, you already know I was watching you, don't you."
As he spoke, Eric brought his hand up and squeezed her breast while the other reached down and cupped her pussy through her yoga pants. Susan gasped and arched against him, but she didn't to pull away. He took that as a sign of encouragement.
Her breast filled his hand as he massaged and played. She moaned quietly and pushed herself harder into his hand. Eric slowly palmed her pebbled nipple, pressing hard before tweaking the tip with thumb and forefinger. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she bit her bottom lip to keep from making any noise.
Watching her small, white teeth nibble her bottom lip sent visions of her mouth wrapped around his cock running through his brain. Eric's cock twitched, hard. If he didn't wrap this up, he was going to bend her over and fuck her right up against the stacks.
Wouldn't that be a funny sight, the dog trainer doing it doggy style.
"I've decided that it's time to play a new game," Eric whispered in her ear. "One where I set the terms."
He continued to nuzzle her neck as he spoke, flicking his tongue along the sensitive skin.
"What are you talking about?" Susan said on a gasp as he tugged her sensitized nipple through the thin material of her tank top.
"You'll see in due time. In the meantime, you're going to answer my questions."
Eric released her pussy and thrust his fore and middle fingers into her mouth.
"Suck," he commanded. To his surprise, rather than obey him, Susan captured his hand and proceeded to lick up and around each digit before biting down gently. He felt the nip of her teeth right down into his balls. Eric ground his erection against the crease of her ass wanting desperately to plunge his cock inside her.
"Not so meek after all, are you."
Eric nipped her earlobe and then proceeded to thrust the fingers she'd just finished licking down her pants. He delved into her folds with no hesitation. She was unbelievably wet and so, so hot. He groaned at the thought of all that heat squeezing his dick as he pounded into her.
"Stop," Susan hissed as she futilely tried to push his hand away. "Someone might see."
Eric chuckled wickedly and just gripped her more tightly.
"Since when does that bother you?"
"I have questions, little one," he whispered against her neck. "Questions you're going to answer."
Rather than stop, Eric began to finger her right there in the middle of Ex Libris. As he set up a hectic rhythm on her clitoris, he tugged and squeezed her nipple.
Soon, she was writhing against him, rubbing her sweet little ass against his cock over and over. He was rapidly losing control of the situation. He'd planned to just ask her out, but when he'd felt her up against him all he could think about was getting some part of him inside her ... now.
"Did you perform for me or do you just like to get off outside?" Eric growled his voice guttural with lust.
She hesitated so long Eric didn't think she'd answer. She was riding his hand now, grinding her hips against him as he tortured her clitoris.
He wasn't letting her off the hook, though. He'd come for answers and he was going to get them. Eric pinched her clitoris until she gasped.
"Answer me."
"It was for you," Susan gasped. "I've never done that before."
"Did you fantasize about me while you masturbated? Did you imagine I was fucking you?"
Susan hesitated again. This time he tugged hard on her nipple causing her to groan.
"Yes," she elongated the word on a groan of pleasure.
Eric abruptly stopped his exploration of her body and set her away from him.
"I expect you to be at my house at exactly 2 p.m. next Thursday. Don't be late."
Eric reached down, picked up the fallen book and handed it to her.
"Oh, and one more thing. If you don't show up, I'll hunt you down and bring you to my house bodily, so save us both the trouble and be there."
With those words, Eric turned and left the store grinning from ear to ear.
Chapter 3
What the hell was she thinking? She was clearly going off the deep end. Susan couldn't believe she was actually contemplating going to Eric's house. She was an utter and complete fool. It was bad enough that she had let him touch her that way in public, but to willingly consent to whatever game he'd decided to play with her was foolish and she knew it.
But, damn, she was curious. She'd spent the last week vacillating between mortification at her reaction to Eric in the bookstore and frustration at his leaving her in that state.
After he'd left, she'd been so humiliated she'd run to the ladies room to collect herself. Once she was safely ensconced in a stall, however, she kept replaying Eric's sensual assault in her mind to the point where
the only way she could calm down was to finish what he'd started. The orgasm was unbelievably intense. She'd had to stuff her fist in her mouth and bite down in order to prevent herself from screaming.
Fast forward one week and she was sitting on her bed staring at her closet and trying to figure out what she was going to wear to his house. Eric hadn't even said what they were going to be doing. I mean what did you wear to a maybe date with the man you'd been masturbating for so he'd already seen all of your unmentionables before you ever set foot through the door?
Susan eyed her closet. It was an organizer's dream. She'd had one of those custom closet systems installed and everything was color-coordinated within item groupings. Not one item was out of place. Even her bras had those fancy drawers that laid them out so that the cups didn't get mashed.
The rest of the room was the same way. A neatly made bed covered in wine colored microfiber dominated the room. One thing Susan didn't skimp on was her sleep and her queen-size mattress was plush. Other than the bed though, her room was fairly utilitarian. A simple dresser that held extra linens - all of her clothes were in the closet system. A large chaise lounge covered in soft, pale blue corduroy took up one corner next to a floor lamp and table overflowing with books.
The books were the only note of disorder in the room. She read everything, no genre escaped her perusal and yes, she did read romances. Hell, romances were about the only sex life she'd had over the last two years. Her books were piled randomly on the table. They were dog-eared and clearly well used. The rest of the room, however, was clean and neat to the point of military precision.
Who was she kidding, she didn't do crazy. Susan planned everything down to the minutia. Frankly, that's what made this situation so freaky. This was not like her at all. The game with Eric was so outside of her normal personality that it was as if an entirely different person took over her body. Normal Susan couldn't reconcile what Kinky Susan was doing.
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