A motion picture of Nora played in the back of his mind. She lay back on the bed with her legs parted. He knee-walked up to her and leaned down. He held his finger in a V and pressed them against her labia, opening her. He drew his tongue up and down the slit, dipping in lavish her clit with his saliva. She squirmed, wept and wriggled as she lay on her back.
Leaving the reverie, he looked down to where the head of his cock pressed into her, without entering...lacking a fraction of an inch for full penetration, barricaded by the fabric of her thong.
After girding with resolution, he demanded, “Turn and face me.” He experienced pure pleasure when he slapped her ass, showing her that he took charge.
Her body quivering, she obliged. Her succulent, enticing breasts jutted out.
He peered down into her eyes and touched a finger to her chin. “You’ve dressed naughty tonight. And for that, you’re getting punished.” His hunger deepened. Heavy-handedly he pulled her toward the light and stepped back to watch. “Undress the rest of the way.”
"But…" she said, stalling.
"Now."
* * * *
Nora liked the crudeness in his style that evening. Her pussy pulsed because of it, in fact. “Be rough, then,” she declared as she slid her garter belt and thong down her smooth legs and tossed them away.
I’ll torment him. Aware of what she was doing, Nora backed away, stuck out her tongue and licked her fingers. Between the forefingers and thumbs of each hand, she pinched each nipple and raised the heavy swells from her rib cage. She released them and let them drop into place. The erect, leathery ends stood on high alert. Right before his eyes, she shook them until they jiggled, and pushed them together, teasing him until the veins on his cock stood out.
“Part your legs,” he said.
She moved her legs apart.
“Make yourself cum.”
She slid two shaky fingers in and out over and over, finger-fucking herself while he watched. Her breathing and heart rate quickened as she teased him in a way that had to take him beyond any normal man’s endurance.
“You’re bad.”
Her cunt soaked and her breathing ragged, she bit out, “So punish me, then.”
The trouble glinting in Charley's eyes worried Nora. What is he going to do?
"Come here." He sat on the edge of the bed. "Remember that 'come what may' discussion at the bed and breakfast? That we were going to do come what may? Remember that?"
She took a few hesitant steps forward and took his hand. With a tug, he guided her into position over his lap.
"Yeah." Bent over, squeezing her eyes closed, she asked, "Why?" She knew what he was going to do without asking.
"It's that time."
The head of his hard-on pressed into her pubic bone. She raised her eyelids and peeked behind her. His fist that was wrapped around a folded belt rose.
Here it comes! The wind from his moving arm tickled her bare skin.
Snap! The leather strap smacked her ass cheeks. "You’ll learn to be good."
She trembled and didn't answer, knowing any type of response would fail to thwart his plan.
"Bad," he said.
He slipped something long and thick into her vagina and turned it on. It vigorously buzzed and quivered her clitoris. My vibrator!
Nora wriggled in place, but the movement only served to increase the stimulation and heighten her desire. As soon as the leather strapped her buttocks, he raised his arm, readying for a fresh hit. Riding the magic wand of delight, her breasts slicked with sweat. Her lower body undulated toward the stimulating source.
"Yesssss," she cried out.
"Like this?" he asked between thrashes.
"Ohhh. Don't stop." Sensation washed over her body like a current. "Oh dear God," she said as her body rode the second orgasm of the night.
The blows stopped, leaving her anxious and her ass smarting. What now?
Charley maneuvered her onto her back, climbed onto his knees and swooped down for a kiss. “I'm not finished," he breathlessly whispered and leaned to one side. He extended an arm and pulled a drawer open. Inside he retrieved a couple of neckties. Making a few circular hand movements, he wound the tie first around one of her wrists and then the other around her second hand.
Nora pulled on the ties, testing. There is no chance of escape, if that is what I want. With his hands to her hips, he positioned her slantwise on the bed. The belt rose and fell, slapping her labia twice and three times.
It feels so good. Each snap agitated her sensitive clitoris causing her to whimper and call his name until she felt helpless, like a fish on a river bank.
"Stings?"
Nora sniffled and jutted out her lower lip like she did when she was a kid. "Yes."
"Let me heal it then." Charley turned her ass to one side and lapped at the affected area with his wet tongue. He repeatedly licked the areas he’d just whipped.
Such soothing relief to my aching skin.
Charley put his hands on her again. This time he turned her onto the other side and rendered equal first aid, licking her wounds. After he turned her onto her back, he bent over her and licked the swollen lips. She cried out, not in pain, but in erotic delight. The naughty act set her need spinning, thrilled and mystified her.
He moved the wondrous corona of his sex to the point of entry. It stretched the entrance to her vagina. She lifted her hips off the bed accommodating him. When the initial thrust pushed into her, it plunged deep—the hard shaft filled her tight, wet pussy. Her body buckled in to the resulting uncontrollable waves of desire. Mercilessly and passionately he pushed in and pulled his shaft out, until his body stiffened and shuddered. His orgasm at hand, her body spasmed, one last time. Charley pushed in and held it.
Her heart stopped as he shot his seed. Basking in their satisfaction in the high that followed, she floated like a cloud with her lover over the plateau of satisfaction.
Uttering a groan, he pulled out and moved up on her. With a few quick hand movements he untied her wrists and tossed the restraints away from the bed.
As they settled back into the pillows in each other's arms, she felt his warm breath tickling her cheek. "I’ll never be the same after this."
"I know. Me too," she said.
Charley chuckled, rose again and snapped the chain on the bedside lamp, bringing quiet and dark to the bedroom. He brought her back into his arms where she fell into a restful sleep.
The next morning while sitting at the table in their robes, over a glass of orange juice and the Sunday edition of the newspaper he said, "I guess we ought to do something about it."
As he rattled the papers, in his search of his favorite section, she thought over the disconnected, disjointed statement. She rumpled her brow at him and took a sip of the sour juice. She let him ready the sports page for reading before she said, "Excuse me? About what?"
His line of vision rose and held on hers. His tone sounded certain. "Us." He waited for her response.
She blinked a few times. "I don't understand."
"If I went to Swanson's Jewelers and picked out a ring, would you marry me?" He put the paper down and flashed a sweetly appealing smile.
Nora’s brows shot up. She blinked a couple of times, peered out at the sunny back yard and took a deep breath. When her eyes returned she crossed her arms on the table, barely able to contain her happiness. "Marriage?"
He lowered the newspaper a little more and peered at her with an expectant expression on his face. The paper rattled as he spoke. "Sure. What do you think?"
"That sounds...wonderful."
With a smile he gazed at her and said softly, “There’s no hurry, but we can start making plans.”
“Let's do it, then."
* * * *
On a blustery weekday, the early part of February, Charley picked her up at Crumley’s Realty and took her to Pat’s Diner on the edge of town for lunch.
They sat on one side of a booth seat, next to the window. When a waitress
stopped at their table, holding a pen and pad asking, “What would you like?”
“Two BLT’s and Cokes. Large.”
"Thanks." As the waitress took the menus and left the table, the previous night’s sex still played in the back of her mind. She remembered the long, warm slide of Charley’s hand up her back, the feel of his strong arms around her and the taut urgency of his sensuous tongue as their passion unleashed.
When the waitress brought their drinks, he tore the paper off his straw, stabbed it into the glass and sipped. He tilted his head to one side and asked, “A penny for your thoughts,” dragging her out of her reverie.
She thought over his question for a moment and answered, “Us.”
“Oh yeah?” As they ate, she let her mind wander while looking out, seeing but not seeing, passing cars and people.
Three maybe four patrons occupied the tables and counter. The diner quieted and the waitress removed the dirty plates.
Charley brought something from his pocket. She turned her attention to his actions. What is he up to?
He winked, and said with laughter in his voice, “Oh, before you go back to work. I have something.”
Nora blinked at red velvet box now sitting on his palm. “What is it?”
He flashed a pearly smile. His voice seemed hoarse with emotion. “It’s for you...for us, really. Open it.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Tell me if you like it. If it’s not right, I’ll—we’ll go get another.”
Excitement flowed through her body like music from a symphony. She wasted no time in tipping the lid back and exposing the contents. “A ring.” Her mouth dropped open. “Oh no.”
“What’s the matter? You don’t like it?”
She gazed at him with a happy smile. “Yes, Charley. Oh my God, it’s beautiful.” She gaped at the marquis diamond. She leaned across the table and pecked his lips before returning her attention to the gorgeous ring. Should I put it on?
“Here. Let me.” He took the engagement ring from the velvet slit. She held the back of her hand up and let him slide the ring up her finger. I guess our wedding is a certainty.
His hand clasped hers under the table. “I love you. Always have. So,” he said and cleared his throat. “I’ll make it official. Will you marry me, Nora?”
As though a bomb had dropped into their booth, patrons turned and gazed their way, all starry-eyed, wearing a smile of sorts on their lips. She gasped and nodded. She uttered a weepy, “Yes. I’d like nothing better. I accept.”
Chapter Seventeen
After their marriage had become a foregone conclusion, Nora remembered the way he had made love to her breasts when they set the date. Five, maybe six weeks sped by in a whirlwind of mutual passion and caring concern. Their deep love intensified.
Without a doubt, our relationship has gotten spicy. Sensation ran through to her core as she imagined his calloused hands smoothing over her breasts. She recalled sighing softly as he circled her nipples with the tip of his tongue. The thought could almost make her cum as she drove alone down the country road.
She shook her head to get back to the business at hand and glanced at the glowing numbers on her dashboard. A half hour before dark, Nora tapped Charley’s truck phone on the keypad of her cell phone. He should be driving to the grocery store about now for our supper.
Charley answered. “Hello. What’s going on?”
“Nuttin’ honey,” she said, kidding him and gazing ahead at the dark road.
His chuckle sounded rich and masculine.
“I’m just going to meet someone.”
“You are? So you’re going to dump me already?”
“Nooooo way. To show a house. They’re a perspective buyer.” She turned the headlights on with her free hand. It’s not all the way dark, but it soon will be.
“Really? Who’re you meeting?”
“I don’t know. Katy at the office took it and sent me a message. She didn’t take a name.” Nora drove slowly as shadows stretched across the snowy road. It’s right up here. At least they’re required to leave the electricity on. Thank God. “I hate late showings, especially way out in the boonies.”
“I don’t blame you.”
I need to get my bearings. Her tires caught a patch of ice and she slid ten or fifteen feet. I’m looking for a one and a half story, white farmhouse, with green shutters and two blue spruce in the front yard. I’m close. I know I am. “Oh no.”
“Whose house is it?” Charley asked, breaking into her thoughts.
“Uh, the Barker Farm west of town. You know where it is?”
“Yeah. There’s not too many houses out that way. It’s mostly acreage. To be safe, I’m going to swing by.”
“Thanks,” she said.
“Yes, Mrs. Kline, you are.”
She thought back to their romantic wedding at the New HopeChurch in town and smiled. He made such a hunky groom, wearing his tux.
She tapped the signal indicator and turned up the road that went to the lone farm house. She glanced into the rearview mirror. “Oh my God!”
“What?”
“The roads are so narrow and slick out here.”
“Be careful.”
“O-okay.” Her hands trembled as she gripped the wheel, peered at the small shoulder and the deep snow-filled ditch. “I hate this.” Nora vowed to her eyes on the road and concentrate on driving.
He heavily sighed. “What is going on?”
“Uh, a car. I don’t know. Oh no. He may be the person I’m supposed to show the property to.” The pair of lights in the distance hopped near a bump idled over a few seconds earlier. “Uh, this car is...” She hit and bump and gasped. “...coming up fast.”
An anxious pause followed. Charley demanded, “Where is it?”
“Behind me.” She swerved to miss a pothole and almost ran off the road. A few garbled words left her mouth. “Ahhh.”
“I’m not too far away. Five miles, tops.”
“Whoever is back there, drives like a...oh my God!”
“What’s happening?” Charley asked. “I’m almost there. Hold on.”
Nora dropped the phone and grasped the wheel tightly, hoping it wasn’t the mugger from the house the previous summer. If I’m not mistaken, that is an old, black Ford. She glanced into the car’s interior and saw the flash of blue metal. “A gun.” In fear, her heart pounded.
The driver pulled up alongside her car. She squinted to see his shadowy features. “Oh no! It’s him.” The man behind the wheel swerved to the right and forced her car off the road. The car shook. The passenger side wheels are off the shoulder! “Charley, he’s forcing me off the road!” Veering to the left she hoped to recover from a rut. She screamed. “Dear God, I’m going to wreck.” I’m dead.
* * * *
Determined to save Nora, needing quiet so he could concentrate, Charley turned the volume to zero. He pressed the toe of his boot on the gas pedal and turned on the headlights. I’ll drive fast, but carefully. He called the police and gave them the information they needed and added, “I think Detective Miller is looking for this guy.” He hung up and tried to ring Nora’s cell phone again, but reached voice mail. “Damn it!” he cried out and hit the steering wheel with an open hand. This cowardly asshole pisses me off. At a stop sign, he braked. A truck idled through an icy intersection. When Charley gave it the gas, he remained aware of slick spots and intersections. Snow-covered trees and fields passed by the windows.
A police cruiser pulled in behind him. Another one, with its siren and lights flashing passed him. When they arrived within a couple of dozen feet of Nora’s vacated Taurus, Charley pulled over.
Has the creep kidnapped her? Tracks leading up a slight hill. He shifted into park, abandoned his truck and took long strides up the white hill.
“Nora?” Wind bit at his face and more sirens approached, but he barely noticed. “Where are you?”
“Charley?”
Vaporous puffs left his mouth as he quickened his
pace, stepping in the calf-high snow. “Nora, where are you?”
“Over here. I’ve hurt my ankle.” A hand moved in the shadows under a fir tree. “I don’t know where I am.” He tromped up to her and knelt.
“Hold on.” In another couple of minutes, it’ll be dark.
“Where’s the guy?” he asked as he hoisted her up to his chest. Her love for me is real. I love how she presses her body into mine. She seems so vulnerable.
“I don’t know. Down the road, I guess. Didn’t want to follow me up this hill.”
Detective Miller high-stepped their way with two officers following.
“Is Nora all right?”
Nora said in a raised voice, “I’m frozen, but otherwise I’m fine. It’s my leg. Just get that guy.”
“A State Trooper nabbed him a little way down the road,” Detective Miller said and fell in behind Charley. “An ambulance is coming. He’s got a laundry list of other charges on him. This guy’s going to be out of circulation for a while. Ever heard of Legs Lorran out of Chicago?”
Chapter Eighteen
Sitting at her desk at work the next afternoon, Nora looked up from her story splashed all over the front page of the Hodgkinsville Press and rolled her eyes. Outside, wet snow fell and melted as soon as it hit the street. Katy at the desk ahead talked on the phone to a perspective buyer while June Roland stood at the copy machine watching newly Xeroxed papers drop into a tray.
June sniffed and said, "I like that design."
Nora wrinkled her brow in puzzlement. "What design?"
June nodded her head toward her pink, Hawaiian designed cast on her leg. "Your foot."
"Oh that." Nora frowned down at the plaster monstrosity that held her right foot immobile and would continue to do so for weeks to come. "I hate the thought of carrying crutches to showings."
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