Seducing Peaches

by Smith, Crystal

  “No, I don’t think I will. Let go of my arm.” And then Tom was there. His hand on Mark’s shoulder. Both of them looked at Lois as if she was a child fixing to get a hard lashing.

  “Thanks Mark, can you see to it that Roger and Michelle get back to her place safely.”

  “No, you don’t know him. He could be some kind of murdering asshole.”

  “Oh, I don’t think he is.” Michelle smiled at Lois.

  “Are you rooting for him. You’re my best friend. You are supposed to be on my side.”

  “Lois, meet special agent Roger Long. I am going to get to know my new favorite FBI agent and you are going to talk this out.”

  “I see how it is. Fuck you to.”

  “Oh you don’t mean it, but you’re the one who needs the fucking, remember. Mark, I’ll take that ride now.” Lois’s mouth dropped, why did Michelle just talk to her like that? Lois watched them get into Marks SUV and then drive away. She looked back at Tom and he was still very pissed at her and it was easy to read in his glare.

  “What?” Lois threw the word at him.

  “Oh, you’re gonna see what.”

  He grabbed her arm, squeezing it causing her just enough paint let her know he was dead serious. He escorted her to his car. It wasn’t the Camaro, instead a black SUV. “Back to my place. Music.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  A glass came up between the front and back. Darkly tinted. Tom reached up and turned on a light. It wasn’t bright. Just enough to let her see his face. He was still very angry and he was still glaring at her. Made her almost want to cower down or jump out. Not this time. I won’t be his victim, another man’s victim!

  “What are you looking at?”

  “You!” He growled at her.

  “Fuck you, I’m not your pawn, I don’t like chess, and I am not playing a game. Take me home. You no good sorry piece of shit. You don’t have the right to do this to me. You can’t keep doing this.”

  “No, you’re not going home. You want answers right. You’re about to get them.”

  “Why, why now?” She continued to yell.

  “Because, when I get done with you, you’re gonna want answers and then you will deserve them.”

  “What are you going to do with me?” She stuttered out.

  “Did I not warn you? Did I not tell you to fight?”

  She didn’t know how to answer that. He did. She flipped him off and turned looking out the window. She didn’t listen to him. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her. It scared her. She had butterflies crowded in her stomach, but he wasn’t going to see that she was terrified and nervous. But freakishly turned on. She couldn’t let him see that for sure.

  They parked. She got out and noticed she wasn’t his house. “I thought we were going to your place?”

  “This is my place.” He grabbed her elbow and drug her in. Right passed the door man who didn’t say a word. He was taking long strides swiftly. He opened his door and pulled her in. Locking it behind him with a key and putting it in his pocket. Oh shit.

  Dragging her up the stairs, she lost one of her heels. He didn’t stop, he kept dragging her. He was either going to kill her or fuck her brains out. She couldn’t tell either way by his actions. She was leaning more towards the kill her. Although she was hoping for the fucking.

  They reached a door and he opened it and shoved her inside. “When I come back, you best have nothing on. Strip everything off of you and then wait for me.”

  “Excuse me.”

  “Do it.” And he left. She could hear keys shuffling on the other side of the door. She ran

  to the door and it was locked.

  “You can’t leave me in here you pig, you fucking asshole. FUCK YOU!!!!” She wanted him to come back. She wanted him to come in and kiss her tell her he was sorry for what he said. He didn’t mean it. And show her what sex was really supposed to feel like. Exactly how it had felt before minus the emotional distress.

  She turned looking around. The walls a dark grey, black crown molding. Large king size bed with dark red covering, headboard and footboard both black. On either side of the bed hang portraits of a woman. Black framed. Black and white. It looked as she was dancing with fabric. She was beautiful. Sexual. It didn’t matter that her face was hidden.

  She went to the closet and opened the door. It looked as if it was a totally complete other room. Suits hung neatly spaced. Casual wear hang on the other. Numerous white, solid t-shirts hang. Jeans, multiple shades.

  She heard the keys back and the door opened. “I told you to strip your clothes and wait for me.” His voice was calmer. He had changed out of his suit and was wearing dark jeans that hang just off his hips. The V his abdomen made was like a map showing where to go from here. Barefoot. He held a bottle of wine and a glass in his hand.

  “I want to go home.” She kept her voice soft, but she could hear the nerves in it.

  “Not until you have your answers. And not until I am completely satisfied that you have been punished sufficiently. Now take your clothes off.” His voice remained calm but stern.

  “No.” She was firm.

  He raised a brow at her. His face hardened. “Take them off.” He was forcing the words out from between his teeth.”

  “No. What part is it exactly that you don’t understand?”

  “Ok, just remember you brought this one on yourself.” With a few quick steps toward her he had her. He pulled her toward the bed. With one quick movement he had a pair of cuffs, one side on her wrist the other around the pole of the footboard. It was tight. She wanted to scream for help but something told her no one would hear her. He stepped back and examined her.

  “Take your pants off.” He ordered again.

  “No. I will not.”

  “Oh, damn it. Why do you insist on defying everything that I tell you? You just keep making it worse on yourself.”

  “You have no right to punish me, nor am I getting naked.” She was scared out of her mind.

  “Ok, then, remember again you challenged me.”

  “Challenged you!!!” Ha her inner self was laughing but quickly came to a halt when he pulled a pair of scissors out of a drawer. What was he going to do with those?

  “What are you doing? Are you fucking crazy? You are. You’re a freaking nut job aren’t you? No wonder you’ve never been married. What kind of decent woman could love this man that you call yourself?” He was playing with the scissors, opening them and closing them hard. She shivered at the sound of the metal being forced open and closed. Turning them in his hands as he came at her slowly.

  She changed her tone quickly. “Look you don’t have to do this. I’m sorry. Ok, I’m sorry. Stop. It doesn’t have to be this way.” He knelt in front of her. Her heart was beating fast. She tried to kick him but he grabbed her leg and pulled her to the floor.

  Her wrist was stuck in the cuff and she screamed out in pain as it caught stopping her wrist and arm from falling. It brought tears to her eyes. She didn’t have time to react before he cut her jeans up one leg and then the other. He pulled the slashed fabric away.

  She was too scared to speak. He whispered to her. “Don’t move.” He was very serious. He cut each side of her panties and removed them.

  “Don’t do this please.” She pleaded with him. He didn’t say anything. He only looked at her and smiled slightly.

  He stood leaving her there. She watched every move he made as she tried to quiet her sobs. He walked through another door and turned on the lights. It was a bathroom. She could see the sink and the side of the toilet. She couldn’t see what he was doing but she could hear the water running. She smelled peaches. Fresh peaches. Was he going for a repeat?

  He returned standing in front of her now. “I’m going to release the cuff and help you up. If you try to run, kick, hit or defy what I tell you to do again, I can promise you, you won’t be successful at it. I however will continue to add it to your punishment.” She nodded her head at him. She understood completel
y now. Do as I say or I kill you.

  When he released the cuff, she immediately brought her wrist to her other hand and began rubbing it. “Stand.” He had a hand out to help her up. She hesitantly took it. He pulled her wrist up looking at the whelp the cuff had left. He kissed and ran his tongue over the inflammation as he slowly led her into the bathroom. Water was still running. Jets were running in the tub. Bubble bath. She looked at the bottle sitting on the tub. Peaches. Same exact brand that she used.

  “Take off your shirt.” She hesitated again. She backed up a few steps. Looking in his eyes. She was petrified. Who was this man that she had completely fallen in love with? Why was she scared out of her mind and horny as hell at the same time.

  “Lois, don’t make me wait.” His voice was soft as he closed his eyes shaking his head.

  She grabbed her shirt and began to pull it up but again she hesitated. Tears were pouring down her face. This is it. He’s going to kill me. I can’t. She let go and again stepped back.

  He shook his head in disappointment. “Please do as you’re told.” He looked at her.

  “I can’t, I can’t do it. Just kill me and get it over with!!!!” she screamed.

  He smiled and stepped toward her. “If I was going to kill you, I wouldn’t have run you a bath.” She breathed out finally. Ok he isn’t going to kill me. Or is he just saying that?

  Tom reached for her shirt and she tried to hold it into place. He looked at her surprised by her reaction, leaned his head down and tried to kiss her. She turned her head away. He grabbed either side of her face and held it still as he kissed her hard at first until she responded.

  She was panting. Her body began to respond. She didn’t want to but it was too late now. She kissed him back. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and it sent a thrill through her. He groaned, softening his kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She could feel him sliding her shirt up slowly and he broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over her head.

  When his lips found hers again, his breathing was heavier. He was losing control. Her body was throbbing and screaming for his attention now. He continued to kiss her and she let her hands move to unfasten her bra. Letting it fall to the floor he stepped back taking in the view. His eyes had softened but she watched as they darkened again. This time from wanting her as much as she wanted him.

  He scooped her into his arms and sat her down in the hot, aroma filled water. She watched as he removed his shirt. His bare, muscled ripped body was driving her crazy. She reached out to touch him, he grabbed her hand stopping her. “Don’t touch.” He warned. She was so into this moment now that she would do exactly what she was told.

  He knelt down. Grabbing the detachable shower head, he switched it on. His hand gripped her hair and pulled it back. The water began soaking her hair. The feel of his hand in her hair, massaging her scalp. Her eyes closed. Oh it feels so good. She heard the bottle close and then both hands were scrubbing her head, it smelled so good.

  Rinsing her hair, then lathering his hands, they were touching her neck, her back, her arms, and her chest. Her breast reacted, nipples hardened even further than they had already. He pulled at nipple, squeezing it causing pain and making Lois moan at the same time. His hand slid down her stomach to her core. His fingers went straight to her clit.

  She couldn’t say anything. His touch was driving her crazy. Her orgasm was about to erupt and she wanted him now. She was moving against his fingers. He slid his finger into her. She moaned as it felt so good. His thumb continuing to circle her clit.

  “Does that feel good? Do you like that?”

  “Yes.” She was briefly surprised at how quick she answered him. Her eyes were heavy. She could feel herself about to let go. Then he stopped. “What are you doing?” She questioned.

  “Punishing you. Stand.” Punishing me. Really? I can handle this kind of punishment any day. She stood. He grabbed a towel and began drying her. She stepped out of the tub when he pulled her slightly suggesting she do so. He continued down her legs. Slowly the soft fabric moved over her. She still felt the orgasm waiting for release. She wanted him so bad right now. He carried her to the bed placing her feet to the floor at the foot of the bed.

  “Get on the bed.” She felt playful now. She wanted more of his idea of punishment.

  “Make me.” She smiled at him. When his face darkened, she was suddenly aware of how serious he was. He grabbed her throwing her on the bed. His roughness was doing things to she never dreamed of before.

  He was on top of her kissing her fiercely. He pulled her hands above her head and cuffed each. She trembled as the feel the cold metal around her wrist again. She stopped kissing him. He raised his head and then gently kissed her lightly and then looked at her opening his mouth to speak. She was hypnotized by his mouth.

  She noted hearing him saying something but she didn’t know what he was saying. She continued to stare at his mouth. “Do you understand Lois?” She had no idea what he was talking about but she understood what her body wanted right now.

  He reached over and grabbed the bottle of wine and took a drink and then kissed her again. She tasted him and he tasted of peaches. He raised and poured the wine over her breast licking it up. She moaned out. He poured again this time in her navel. His tongue twirled and he sucked until it was gone. But he didn’t stop.

  He dipped deep with his tongue then moved down pouring the wine over her cunt. Between the chill of the wine and the heat of his tongue on her clit it sent her over. She tightened and screamed as her orgasm suddenly ripped through her body. Her body trembled over and over. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t do anything but enjoy the release that he had given her.

  He had no intentions at stopping there. He slid slowly down her body trailing her with kisses, all the way to her toes. He stood and walked to the chest and opened a drawer. He pulled out a piece of clothing, walking back to the bed. His breath on her skin.

  He tied the soft material around her eyes. We have done this before I like it. “Don’t move. If you move, you will pay. Remember that.” I won’t move. I want you right now. On top of her. His mouth on her skin. Her body begged for him.

  His hand caressed down to her ankle making her moan. “Oh, please….”

  “Don’t move.” Again he warned as she wriggled. She fought to keep still. He grabbed her ankle, moving it up, bending her knee. Her foot flat on the bed. Cold metal wrapping her ankle. She couldn’t move it now. She didn’t feel his hand anymore just cold, hard metal. Then he did the same with the other ankle.

  “I want you, please now.” She begged him. She heard him chuckle quietly and then suddenly his mouth was there. His tongue circling and teasing her clit again. Oh I want him. He slid a finger in and out of her. This time he wanted her to be ready. Quickly her orgasm returned. Her breathing heavied. His hands gripped her ass. She wriggled now. His mouth left her just before she exploded.

  “Please don’t stop, don’t, I can’t take it. You have punished me enough. Please.”

  Not a sound was made. She heard the zipper slide down his jeans. She was excited, aroused and about to go over the edge. His pants hit the floor. She heard him moving around objects. Then he was back.

  “Remember don’t move your body.” His fingers were touching her again where her body was screaming for his attention. She felt as if she was about to literally explode. She was getting mad and angry, she wanted her release now. She stilled feeling the object taking his fingers place. He moved it into her slowly but not far. He pulled back, and grooves from the little mounds were exciting her further. He moved it in deeper and then deeper and then deeper still teasing her g spot.

  Oh it’s too much now. “Stop I can’t.” He pushed it in her harder still. She screamed out. He picked up the pace. “I can’t stop it.” And again he pushed it in quickly. He was moving it in harder and faster. Suddenly, her juices burst around it. Trembling. He was still moving it hard and fast. “Oh,,, OH,,,,OHHHH,,,,,,.” He slowed, then slower, and
he pulled it out of her.

  He moved on top of her, and slowly glided himself into her. He filled her with his thick, hard, long cock. Oh yeah. “Hmm, Oh,,,” she cried. He pulled out and then in, out and then in. Oh he’s driving me crazy. He thrust himself into her hard. “Ag!” He slowed, and became gentle and just when she thought she was going to explode again, he rammed back into her. And then harder and harder.

  He thrust deep before he stilled moaning. Pulsing and throbbing emptying his seed into her. She could feel its powerful release. Another hard thrust and she exploded again. He collapsed down on top of her. Their breathing slowed together. Then he moved off of her. He slid his finger in and out of her again.

  He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue in her mouth. She could feel him touching the cuffs and releasing them. After releasing her, he helped her up.

  “Stay still don’t move.” Again she was very obedient. She felt cool fabric moving over her. He placed her arms in it and then pulled it together. “Stay still.” She heard him putting his jeans back on. A tender touch ran up her cheek and then as quick as it was gone so was the blindfold. His hand gripped hers and began leading her.

  His eyes were different. He looked happy. At piece. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes, very hungry. Very thirsty.” He smiled at her.

  She followed him down the stairs. He was still smiling. He led her to the kitchen, sat her down on a bar stool. He looked at her and his smile stopped. His mouth quickly went to her demanding its full attention. She wrapped her arms around him. Her hands slid down his back to his ass. She slid around touching his cock. It was hard and ready again. Oh yeah. Now I see what this is about. I like it. I don’t wanna ever leave here.

  “If you don’t stop touching me like that, you’re not gonna get to eat.” She smiled at him at keeping her hand moving. Tom growled grabbing her waist, picking her up and slamming her ass down on the counter. “Close your eyes.” They were closed almost instantaneously with his last word. His fingers were on her again. “Lois, you surprise me. You’re ready and wet. Hmmm, I have created a monster.” She moaned as he touched her.