by C K Marie
I rub my hands over my face, up to my hair, gripping it and pulling hard hoping it will jog my memory.
“I don’t remember any of it. I swear.”
“I believe you. I also have to admit it was quite beautiful. You down between Carrie’s legs and her… my God the look on her face when you made her come, it was so erotic.”
“All I know is that when I looked down upon her head full of blonde curls, Maria took over my head. It fucking scares me.”
“It’s a blinding force you don’t see coming, but when it hits you, it’s unexpected and hard. That’s what makes it so scary.”
I give Lyla a puzzled look.
“It?” I question her.
“Love. Although I was too young to know what all those feelings were with Carrie when it happened, it didn’t take long to figure it out.”
“I don’t love Maria. I don’t know her, we’ve only just met.”
“You don’t know her… yet… but your heart and soul do. They have a mind of their own, Jordon, I believe hearts and souls can speak to one another, they know when there’s a connection. When a soul finds its mate, both hearts beat as one, one cannot exist without the other.”
Lyla’s words fill my head. I feel them begin to flow, pulsing under my skin as if my heart is trying to tell me it’s true. It beats harder and faster.
Can it be true?
Is this what being in love feels like?
“Jordon,” Lyla places her hands on my face. “Don’t fight it. Let your heart and soul lead you.”
CHAPTER TEN
JORDON
I spent the remainder of the weekend in my bedroom.
Lyla and Carrie were the only ones to come check on me. They brought lunch and dinner to me and both times we sat on the bed eating and I listened to stories of their love.
I felt guilty.
Guilty that in all our time together I had never taken the time to see just how beautiful their love is.
I knew they were in love, but I never knew how deep it actually is.
Tori never attempted to come to my room, but I didn't try to go to her either. I know I have to, but first I need to sort my own feelings out.
Not wanting to run into her, I got up early this morning and got ready for work. No one will be at the job site for another two hours, it’s only five a.m., so I’m sitting in my office trying to focus on purchase orders while waiting for everyone to get here.
It must be close to our lunch break, I look up to see several of the crew removing their tool belts.
Just a few more nails to pop in then I’ll join them.
I give a little pull on the air hose connected to my nail gun and move down the two-by-four.
Pop
Pop
Pop
The stud is in place.
“Nothing sexier than a man who can handle a big power tool.”
I jump at the sound of her voice.
When I turn around all the sights and sounds of my surroundings disappear, except for one…
Maria.
And one sound penetrates my body.
Thumpthumpthump
Thumpthumpthump
Thumpthumpthump
“I came by to see if you’d like to go grab a bite to eat with me?”
So beautiful.
“I don’t know where to go for some good BBQ, but I figured you would.”
So fucking perfect.
“Hello? Earth to Jordon.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Let me put my tools away.”
A few minutes later we are in my truck and on our way to have lunch.
“Sota’s Smokehouse BBQ. The best pulled pork sandwich in the state.”
Maria smiles when I pull into the restaurant parking lot.
The place is packed as usual, but we’re able to snag a table out on the deck. It’s a beautiful day, the sun is hot but the umbrella over the table provides enough shade to make eating outside comfortable.
The waitress comes by to take our order.
“I hear you have the best pulled-pork around,” Maria says to her.
“Yes, Ma’am. Pair it with a side of slaw and you’ll never go elsewhere for BBQ.”
“Perfect, I’ll take that, with extra sauce on the side, in a bowl please.”
I order the same, minus the extra sauce. Sota already douses the meat in it.
“So, Jordon, tell me about yourself.”
“Not much to tell. I moved here to Del Rapids twenty-one years ago and started JC Builders.”
“I don’t see a ring. You’re not married?”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Not exactly,” She raises an eyebrow. Curiosity shines in her eyes. “It’s complicated.”
Maria is just about to say something when our waitress shows up with our food.
I pick up my sandwich and fill my mouth with a big bite, hoping Maria does the same and forgets about this conversation.
Before she starts eating she slips her finger in the bowl of sauce and brings it to her mouth.
I watch as it slips between her lips, she sucks on her finger and releases the hottest fucking moan I’ve ever heard.
I have to reposition myself in my seat, my cock is throbbing against my jeans.
Just when I think the pressure in my pants can’t get any worse Maria leans across the table and runs her finger over my lips to the corner of my mouth. The same finger she just sucked with her own mouth.
“You have a little sauce on you,” she says and takes it back to her lips, her tongue runs over the tip of her finger.
HolyFuck! My cock is ready to burst.
Like what just happened didn’t affect her at all, she cuts a piece of the sandwich with her fork and dips it into the bowl of sauce drenching it before slipping it into her mouth.
“This sauce is fucking amazing,” she says and continues to do the same with each bite she takes.
“Thank you for lunch,” she says when we get back to my office. “We should do it again, soon.”
Her smile is memorizing, but my eyes dart to the tiny speck of sauce that sits at the corner of her lips.
“You have a little sauce…” I don’t finish my words because her tongue meets my finger just as I touch the corner of her mouth.
Thumpthumpthump
Twitchtwitchtwitch
Jesus Christ! What is this woman doing to me?
Our eyes meet, the desire to kiss her runs strong.
“Hi.”
I whip my head around to see Xavier standing behind me… with Tori.
Shit!
“You must be Maria,” Tori sidesteps around me. “I’m Tori. Jordon was just talking about you the other night,” She puts her hand out to Maria. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Before she can take her hand Tori moves it up to Maria’s face.
“Wow, your skin is beautiful. You should stop by Rosie’s Salon, I do facials. I’d love to give you one.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”
“Anyway, I just stopped by to bring my guy's lunch, but I guess it’s all yours Xavier.”
Tori hands him a small cooler and kisses his cheek before turning to me.
Her arms reach out to mine and pull me down until our faces our close. She kisses me on the corner of my mouth, the same spot Maria’s finger was. Tori’s lips linger for a few seconds before pulling away.
“See you later,” she says and turns to walk away, but not before looking at Maria again. “Hope to see you soon,” she tells her. “I work on Tuesday and Friday.”
To everyone else, it looks like a friendly gesture, but I can see the little green monster dancing in her eyes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MARIA
I watch as the gorgeous brunette walks away.
She’s not Jordon’s girlfriend, a girl like her would have made that known, announcing her claim immediately.
But there’s something between them, I could see it in her eyes.
I need to find out.
I want Jordon Conners.
The moment I walked in his office and my eyes laid upon him every nerve in my body started buzzing and I know he felt it too… but unlike him, I was able to control it.
He’s the one.
I can sense it.
Jordon Conners can take and handle all I have to give.
I think back to the men that I’ve had.
All of them were weak, unable to handle the dominance of a woman in the bedroom.
But Jordon Conners is different.
I can smell dominance, power, and control on him… but the need and desire for someone to take control seeps out of his skin and I am the one who can and will do it.
I will take his control.
I spent the evening in my bed visioning Jordon down on his knees, his head tilted back, my legs straddling his face.
Imagining I was riding his mouth, my fingers were his tongue dipping into my pussy. My fingertips were his teeth biting my clit.
I came over and over again with every vision of what I wanted to do to him. I woke up this morning a sticky mess, parts of the sheets still damp with my cum.
Today is Tuesday and I know exactly how I’m going to start my day.
I pull Google up on my laptop and type in the search bar.
Rosie’s Salon, Del Rapids, South Dakota.
I’m getting a facial today.
I will find out what it is between Jordon and Tori. And if I have to go through her to get what I want, so be it, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been with a woman.
I arrive early for my appointment. When I called I didn’t give Maria as my name I put it under Miss Dregon.
The look on Tori’s face tells me she’s pleased to see me, but her eyes challenge me, she knows what I want.
“You do have beautiful skin and most women would kill for your bone structure.”
Tori’s fingers glide up my cheekbones.
“Thank you, this feels great. You’re really good at this.”
And that’s the truth, Tori truly knows how to work her fingers. This is the best damn facial I’ve ever had.
“I’m better at doing make-up, it’s my passion, what I went to school for. You should let me do yours.”
Maybe another day, besides I’ll be spending most of my days on a construction site,” now is the time for me to ease Jordon’s name into the conversation. “No need for me to be all dolled up. Jordon and the guys probably wouldn’t take me seriously if I walked on the job looking like a fashion model.’
Bingo! Her fingertips dig a little harder at the mention of his name.
“You’re going to be working with Jordon?”
“Technically he’ll be working for me. We hired him for a housing development my father’s company is doing. I’m relocating from Oregon to oversee the project. We’ll be spending quite a bit of time together,” I open my eyes and move them to where Tori is standing above me.
Ding-Ding- Ding
That’s right honey challenge accepted.
She removes the band that’s holding my hair back before raising the back of the chair up.
I thank her and pay for my facial, leaving her a hefty tip, it was after all the best damn facial ever.
“Oh, Maria,” she calls out and catches me before I get out the door. “I’m having a get-together tomorrow night, a small cookout with some friends. You should come, get to know some of the people from town since you’ll be staying here for a while.”
“That sounds nice, thank you.”
She jots down her address for me and tells me to be there at six-thirty.
“Oh, hey! We’ll be out back, the front door will be open, just go right in and follow the music.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
JORDON
I kept hoping Maria would show up on the job again. For two days now, every car I’ve heard had me turning my head.
Today, I broke down and called her during lunch… like a horny teenager with a bad case of puppy love.
She said she has a busy week. Several conference calls a day with her father.
“He’s determined to go over every print with a fine-toothed comb before we break ground next week.” She told me, but we made plans to get together on Friday.
Two days… I can wait for two days.
My afternoon has been less distracting now that I’ve talked to her.
I glance around at the two Spec Homes, the framing is complete. I love that customers will be able to get a true taste of my work instead of looking at small 3-D models. Not that it’s hurt my business, but these Specs make it personal, giving them an up-close look at all the details.
“They look good.”
Xavier steps up next to me.
“Yes, they do.”
“How’s Tori?” his question catches me off guard. “She seemed a little pissed the other day when I told her you went to lunch with Maria.”
“Everything is good. We talked last night.”
“Good to hear. She’s always been a little spit-fire,” he slaps my shoulder. “See you, tomorrow buddy.”
Xavier has known Tori a bit longer than I have. He knows and has seen her monster come out.
Tori and I did talk last night. We both apologized.
Her for the way she acted when meeting Maria.
Me for not talking to her about Maria.
I didn’t get into the depth of my feelings as I did with Lyla and Carrie. With Tori I know I’ll have to go slow and ease the details out to her a little at a time.
For now, she knows enough and we’re back to normal.
I walk through my front door at five-forty-five. The scent of lavender fills the air. Tori must have cleaned today, she loves lavender and makes her own cleaning solution using the scented oil.
Everything is quiet except for the faint sound of music coming from our playroom.
Tori’s mix, the songs she listens to when she thinks of her past.
The closer I get to the room the clearer and louder the music gets.
Scars by Papa Roach – her favorite song on the playlist.
I walk into the room and my girls are in position.
I don’t bother turning the music off or down. Tori is playing it for a reason.
I need to remind her that not all pain is bad. I need to let her feel the pleasure. A reminder she needs from time to time.
I move in front of Lyla. “Stand up,” I tell her then tilt her head up and greet her with a kiss. My hands slide over her tits. Round, firm, a perfect handful. Moving further down I slip a finger over her clit and into her pussy. She’s already wet. “Go get the spreader and a crop, then wait by the suspension bar.”
“Yes, Sir,” she turns towards the hidden supply room.
Next, I go to Carrie. I do the same with her. My hands cup her tits, her double D’s are one hundred percent real. Carrie is a work-out addict. Every inch of her five-foot-seven body is tight, including her smooth pussy, my finger just dipped into.
I kiss her and she moans in my mouth.
“You’re so wet.”
“Always wet for you, Sir.”
“Go get a set of clamps, the one with the clit attachment, and also pick out a leather strap and two feathers, then go stand by Lyla.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Finally, I move to Tori.
I don’t have her stand right away.
“Remove my clothes,” I instruct her.
“As you wish, Sir.”
Her fingers move smooth and fast down my legs, stopping at my ankles where she unlaces my workboots. I raise one foot at a time allowing just enough room for her to slide them off.
She trails her fingers back up until she reaches the button on my jeans, when she has them down I repeat my action raising one foot at a time for her to remove them.
I then allow her to stand, her hands grip the bottom of my shirt, when it’s just above my chest I assist her, being ten inches taller than she can’t reach, so I pu
ll it over my head then lower my arms so she can slide it the rest of the way off my body.
Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock is hard and standing straight out, laying against the crack of her ass.
I bring my lips to hers.
“The house smells of lavender,” I say against her lips.
“I’ve been busy, Sir.”
“And the music?”
“Sir,” she whispers. “My scars always remind me.”
“Let’s say we rid those thoughts away?”
“Please, Sir, yes.”
I walk us over to the bar where Lyla and Carrie wait and instruct them to pull the bar down and cuff Tori’s wrists.
Lyla at five-foot-eight and Carrie, not even a half-inch under her have no problems reaching to pull it down.
Once Tor’s wrists and ankles are secure I take the clamps from Carrie.
Adjusting the grip on Tori’s nipples, I stop when her breath hisses, then do the same on her clit.
I give her a hint of pain beneath the surface of the pleasure she’s feeling. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Stepping back I take the crop in one hand and the leather strap in my other then turn to Lyla and Carrie.
“Lyla take one of the feathers, I want you to sooth Tori’s breasts with it and your tongue after each of my strikes. Carrie, you’re to do the same with her pussy.”
“Yes, Sir,” they say together. I strike both of their asses as they move towards Tori.
Tori’s tits are red, her clit is swollen, and her arousal runs down her leg.
Carrie runs her tongue up the inside of her leg, her finger slips into her pussy coating it in Tori’s juices then she reaches up and rubs it over her nipples for Lyla to taste.