The Pleasures of Id, Psyche Series: Book One

by Coffy Paige

  She steps closer to him, eliminating the already small space between them. Next she does something totally out of character and on an impulse. Ignoring his comment she looks in his eyes and him and drives into his mouth. The force of it is amateur at best, then once the shock from both parties subsides, they moan in unison from the pent up desire finally overflowing. The only thing that stops them from moving into each other’s bodies even more is the bottle of wine and her flowers. She moves back then breathes, “Oh, is this for me?”

  He clears his dry throat, “uh yeah…it will be great with dessert.” He is so charged from the kiss he nearly forgot the flowers. “Oh and I also got this for you.” He looks down at her long fingers as they curl around the stems.

  She holds the soft petals to her nose. “Thank you, why don’t you go to the kitchen and open that up.”

  Finding her bravado infectious he coolly walks to the kitchen and asks, “Are we having dessert first because I could definitely go for…” His voice trails off when he comes back to find her disrobed and scantily clad. “Something sweet…” he finishes as his eyes travel the length of her. The sight so alluring, vulnerable, and sensual all at the same time made his thought pattern go off track. Something this fine can short circuit any man’s brain.

  “It’s entirely up to you. Would you prefer to eat first or enjoy a little entertainment?” The last word has a slight emphasis on it.

  He’s no dummy, “I’ll definitely take the entertainment,” he swallows hard. With heavy lids he lets on that he’s cool as a cucumber. As she takes his hand and leads him deeper into her apartment he prays she can’t feel his racing pulse. By the time they reach a room he’s sure isn’t her bedroom his heart kind of sinks. He was expecting a huge inviting bed that is perfect for ravishing her in the most glorious ways. Once he sits in a chair she designates him to he takes in the room’s charms. It looked to be an office/library/…champagne room?

  Maizy watches him carefully as it starts to dawn on him what’s about to happen. She lets the tiniest of grins curl her lips as she lights various candles and lamps with scarves on them to set the mood. She could feel his heartbeat in his hand and she is glad to know she isn’t the only one nervous. It fuels her to know that she causes his nervous energy and thereby stamping out hers. No backing down, and the more she looks in his eyes the more she knows that she can trust him.

  The bodice of her slip strains against the weight of her breasts. His mouth is salivating at the thought of those beauties resting on his tongue. They are still more than a handful, a fact he’s grateful didn’t go as she lost more weight. The beats of a popular seductive song filter the room, personifying the atmosphere with a hypnotic yet unique pulse. She wraps an ankle around the pole and quickly scampers half way up. With her other leg demurely crossing the other she glides down painfully slow, “Without you I don’t know if I could have done this.” She moves into another position that makes the hem of her gown rise up, giving him a glimpse of a tantalizing thigh, “am I right?”

  He nods ‘yes’, and he swallows a nervous lump. Could she possibly know? He can’t fully concentrate though because of her luscious body twirling the pole. Before she touches the ground again she acrobatically flips her body back up so she’s sliding upside down. His erection is straining so hard he has to discretely cross a leg over the other to hide it from her view. He relaxes again when he realizes this isn’t a real strip club and there is no need to hide his cock. Once her feet plant on the ground she braces her back and head on the pole and gyrates her hips while her fingertips roam over her body to the beat of the song. The digits lift the scrap of material up enough for him to catch a peek of her light French blue Brazilian cut thongs. She chuckles when he almost falls from his chair. Hell he didn’t even notice being that far to the edge. With nothing but her arm’s strength, she lifts her body back up to the top of the pole then effortlessly hooks the back of her knee around the pole and sensually slides back down. Once she’s close to the ground her legs veer out to an almost perfect Russian split. His brows and mouth run from one another at the sight and she giggles anew from his reaction.

  This is actually something she’s been saving since before the classes. She’s always been a flexible and limber person despite her size. She even has this over her sister, dispelling any myth that flexibility is only a skinny girl’s game. She goes into a transition and begins her floor work. While still on her knees she makes the short distance to him. The closer she gets the shallower his breath goes. Without an awkward pause she takes off the nightie to reveal costume two. The bra is the same color as the panties with three ruffles down the front. She poises herself on his knee and gathers her bra-clad bust in her hands, “What do you think?”

  His brow disappears even further into his hairline. “I-I-love…it’s amazing on you.” He swallows the prickly desert away from his throat. He goes in to feel how amazing she is but she jumps up from his knee and turns around.

  Giving him a fine view of her still generous rump she asks coyly, “What about the back?”

  “Perfection.” He whispers in a daze. His fingers only graze the globes before she swiftly moves his hands to the arms of the chair.

  “There’s a part two Mallory.” She balances her knees on the outer corners of his seat. Her bosom is right in his face and her crotch on his stomach.

  It’s all good and well that she’s finally found her voice and confidence but jeez! He’s starting to lose his patience. “Um…okay. Well how many parts are there so I know when to jump in?” His attempt at a humorous warning is rewarded with another sultry chuckle.

  A new groove with a syrupy beat this time starts seconds after the last song. Changing the pulse but not the mood of the room Maizy slowly glides down his torso. It makes him feel every curve, and ripple of her body. He groans from a place deep inside and bites his bottom lip, it’s all becoming too much. His head goes back to take the sight of her sumptuous body out of his mind for just a second. Her crotch is hovering over his and the heat generating there makes his hips slowly buck as if magnetic energy powers them. Instead of pulling back she pushes down with even more pressure and even she can’t resist her own moan. He peeps up to see her eyes heavily slit as well. Feeling a bit of triumph he says, “What’s wrong baby? Was dancing on another pole not on the agenda tonight?”

  She stills and looks at him with a mercurial gleam but smirk on her lips. She moves back down on his lap and starts grinding. “Oh no sweetheart. I was definitely going to twirl on another pole tonight.” To that revelation his member goes granite. “Oh my…someone had their Flintstones today.”

  He is dazed by her gyrating hips and languid movements but he can still hear her banter, “that’s right darlin’. Ten million strong and growing for you.” He bucks hard into her cheeks just to see the jiggle.

  “Mallory!” Maizah tries to admonish but she’s laughing all the same. She looks over her shoulder to his heated but amused eyes. “You keep acting up and entertainment will be over.”

  “I’m sorry, I had to do it at least once! But if I do it again does that mean I’ll get to eat when entertainment is over?” He says with an obvious double meaning.

  “Dinner?” She plays a long.

  “Nope.” He leans up and their mouths are only inches apart. “Let’s just say it’s okay to have in bed and clean up’s a snap.” He doesn’t give her time to comment as his tongue delves out to seek her tasty lips. She eagerly accepts him, wanting to make him feel just as he does to her. On fire! She hadn’t kissed a lot of guys in her time but something tells her Mallory is probably the best in the world. His hand snakes around her throat softly. He caresses the swanlike structure and savoring the forbidden flavor of her again. Well forbidden to any one else, this is going to be his new addiction. He didn’t truly realize how much he missed it until he had it again. His other hand goes to her stomach; it’s soft but not flabby, with just enough taut muscle underneath to know she’s working hard. She feels healthy and fe
minine, not boney or malnourished like he feared. As he rubs the velvety warm skin he groans once more as her hips cause her panty covered seam to straddle his erection moving up and down the length of him.

  He breaks the kiss to choke on the sudden lump that forms in his throat at the simulation of the erotic act. She gets up again to straddle him once more, “I take it you like the moves?”

  “Like them? Baby, I want an encore performance every night from now on.” He tries to pull her in for a better kiss but he stops dead at her next comment.

  “I know now Mallory,” she says softly as the seriousness shines through her eyes.

  “You…know…about…” He doesn’t know how to proceed. He had every intention of telling her…by breakfast in bed the next morning. Pretty shitty he knows but he couldn’t take not enjoying her at least one night if she didn’t like what he had to say. Just as he’s about to start explaining himself she stops him with a finger to his lips and she smiles. Thoroughly confused he asks, “w-what does this mean?” His pulse picks up at the thought of the bomb dropping. Could she know?

  Chapter 6

  With a huge sigh she’s probably done before she says wistfully, “It means that I’m not in the dark anymore. I know what you were saying was true.”

  He realizes her earlier comments were eluding to this as well and still confused asks, “Wait…what?”

  “I realized that the only person who didn’t see myself like everyone else did was me. I knew it from the beginning; I was the one in my own way. I can blame my family, society, and my own insecurities but those are just symptoms. I had to be my cure. I couldn’t properly be in a relationship if I couldn’t learn to relate to me. I couldn’t love anyone if I didn’t love myself. You were so right Mallory.” She ends with a far away look.

  “And now?” he tries to stamp down his warring emotions. He should come clean right now but what if she can’t deal with his dishonesty? He’d hate himself forever and with that he decides to go on with his plan. He is suddenly in disgust with himself to allow his mind to go so low as to telling her the truth after he gets what he wants.

  “Now what?”

  “Now can you love yourself enough to be in a proper relationship? Enough to be…loved back?” The worry in his eyes betrays his calm voice. He’s hanging on by a thread as he’s looking in her eyes. He’s in love with her and it’s eating him alive not to tell her.

  “Well…” She begins as her gaze goes down in a thoughtful manner. Her lashes suddenly fan across her peachy round cheeks as a smile forms. She adds, “I haven’t done well on the dating front so I was hoping you’d do.”

  The biggest Mr. Grinch smile takes over his face as he begins to tickle her, “Is that right! Okay, speaking of things to talk about later, we’ll definitely put a pen in that one as well. But right now, I gotta get out of these clothes!” She laughs as they both tug on his jacket and buttons of his shirt with a hurricane’s fury. This is it, he thinks, as she allows him to finish his own undress. He finally gets to touch her the way a man, scratch that, this man should. As he goes in to claim his prize she playfully swats his hands away. He looks up to her like a little boy who just lost his red balloon. She wags her finger in the air to say, ‘no touch’. “Oh this is gonna be harder than I thought” he says in a husky voice.

  Maizy wraps her arms around his neck and moves her cleavage towards his nose. He exaggerates his breath like he’s trying to encapsulate her smell into his pores. The firm twin melons make him salivate to her gratification. She giggles as he catches drool that threatens to spill on sight of her nipples poking through the flimsy material. She arches her back, jutting her tits out to slowly grind them in his face. She moans as he shakes his head between them. Not able or really wanting to stop him, she gasps when he captures a turgid pebble through the fabric. Her head snaps back to him making her hair shroud around her like a wanton jungle woman.

  He meets her gaze with his own that says, ‘I’m not backing down so you’re going to get used to it quick.’ They continue a speechless communication, understanding each other’s silent needs. She didn’t want to have to say that she wants to see the dominate alpha male come out, so she’s even more relieved that he can read her so well. “Want to go to my bedroom?”

  Mallory’s gleam goes relaxed and triumphant, “I’m starting to like this room more.” He nods to the pole. If an alpha male is what she wants that’s exactly what he can give her. Her show was amazing and he can enjoy a tease but he has to admit that he likes being ruler in the bedroom.

  “But you haven’t seen the rest of the place, especially my bedroom.” She tries to stand with his hand in hers but he won’t budge. He still has this look in his eye that says he isn’t about to make this easy either. Now that she’s given him the upper hand all she can do is see what’s next. As he’s still sitting in his chair he leans back and begins to pull at his shirt from the back of his collar. In a swoop, the fabric is on the floor and his hands move to the waist of his pants. She doesn’t notice his hands making work with his belt because she’s transfixed with the ripples of his chiseled chest and abs. From their first date on, Maizy googled, you tubed, twittered, and whatever else she could on Neanderthal James. Nothing however could prepare her for the Adonis up close and personal.

  He stands her up and allows her to finally see him in all his splendid glory. He wasn’t doing it to brag or show off but he was waiting for a look in her eye before he could continue on with their night. By the look of horror on her face he now knows how to handle her. He can tell by her stance that she’s itching to run. He’s big, to say the least, and he knows that. Again, not to brag but stating facts, he’d lost many a date once they saw what he’s packing. He would tell them he could make it pleasurable, and he wouldn’t hurt them but they’d still run. He didn’t want to make her afraid but he needed to get her body soon and he didn’t want to do a surprise attack. That can be traumatic which he knows from experience. It is now or…later because at this point there sure as hell won’t be a never. Oh yes he is getting into her tight little body if it kills him, he just needs to clue her in on the game plan. After a minute of her still gawking at his penis like an unabashed freak show, his words startle her to his eyes again, “Baby what’s wrong?”

  “H-h-how do you…not pass out?” His bark of laughter makes her jump. “Seriously, like your…I’ve never seen anything that big.” The last part is out of breath as her eyes go back to his erection.

  “Maizy.”

  “Hmm?” Her eyes are in an unblinking stare at his enormous rod.

  He has to hold back a laugh as he thinks about his next question. She is just too adorable sometimes. “Sweetie, look at me.”

  “I am.”

  With a little chuckle he can’t begrudge himself this time he says, “ In my face babe. Look me in the eye.” She does and he goes serious, “There won’t be any questions of us after this will there?”

  Maizy allows the enormity of what he’s saying resonate. She looks deeply in his eyes and feels what his words mean. He doesn’t want to pursue a fun time. He wants long haul and that’s what she wants as well. She isn’t the dating kind and the connection is so strong. “No questions at all.”

  To beat a dead horse he adds half jokingly half seriously, “Because with this new look of yours I don’t need some wildcat running the streets to make up for lost time.” She laughs and nods her agreement. Her dimples pronounced and eyes sparkling he adds, “and Maizah, I’m truly falling for you in a rough and tumble type of way but I absolutely love it.”

  That seals her previous decision, “Bedroom?”

  He stands and scoops her up and effortlessly, “Bedroom.” Once in the room he lays her on the bed and says, “A formal tour will have to commence after more dire needs are looked after.” He stands looking down at her from the foot of the bed. With a determined look in his eyes he whispers huskily, “Take off the bra and panties Maizy.” The nervous energy reverberates between the four walls.
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  Shakily, she sits up slightly and reaches behind her for the bra’s closure. She wants to look away from his gaze yet she can’t. Some morbid curiosity needs to know the scary truth of how he really sees her naked. As far as she’d come with her confidence she still wants him to desire her in an apparent way. Feeling her old negative views coming back to play she thinks of Char’s words of encouragement. Don’t let sexy be an adjective, let it be a noun. In other words, don’t worry about when the heels, lingerie, and pole are gone because it’s you that gave those things meaning not the other way around. Resolute in her next action she unhooks her bra and it carelessly falls. Subconsciously she rubs at her nipples but the hitch in his breath alerts to his satisfaction. She smiles naughtily at her sudden control as she leans back and hooks her thumbs in the waist of her panties. Part of her pities him, it pities the onslaught of pent up passion she has for him. Just as much as their union is a covenant to their relationship, it’s a path to more self-discovery. It’s a path of discovering her sexuality with a trusted partner.

  As she slides one leg out she startles when she finds his hands on her chin, lifting it up for a kiss. Her concentration of the suddenly arduous task of stripping makes her forget he’s there momentarily. The connection of their lips together ignites a new fire in her. Her hands start over both sides of his face as they both go head on into the other’s mouth. Once the kiss ends he leans up and she gives him a devilish look. As her eyes travel down to his stroking palm and the baseball bat in hand she starts to feel that familiar panic from earlier. Maizy is sure that some women, maybe even most, would think she hit the jackpot but to be honest with herself and all her one partner or less brethren, she is absolutely terrified. She swallows hard and sits up on her elbows. “Mallory, maybe I should have told you before we got started but I’ve only…I’ve only ever been with one person.”