Gillian Colbert

COMING OUT OF HER SHELL

Chapter 1

He was there. Susan could feel his eyes on her, even if she couldn’t see his face. His balcony was in shadows, but she knew he was watching her.

The very thought that he watched her in such an intimate, vulnerable moment was both thrilling and shameful. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Again.

She should stop. Just get up go back inside the house and get back to her normal and predictable life. She was crazy to play this game. She knew nothing about him other than the easy going image he projected.

Sure, he was beautiful to her. Tall and lean with a natural athletic build. The kind of body that said he stayed active rather than pumping iron. His slightly shaggy, black hair gave him a lazy, relaxed appearance that belied the intelligence he sometimes let slip through his “don’t take me too seriously” exterior.

If she had to catalog his features, she’d say that individually they were fairly ordinary. He had a broad chin, straight nose and perpetual five o’clock shadow. His eyes were the exception. They were otherworldly. Emerald green, they had captured her the minute she’d seen him at the neighborhood block party the first week she’d moved to Chester Park.

The sum of him, though, took her breath away. He had a casual grace when he moved that said, “I’m okay with who I am, so fuck off if you don’t agree.”

She hadn’t spoken to him that day. Hadn’t said anything more to him than “Hi” and “How are you?” since she’d moved in three months ago, despite living next door to him. She thought of him though. In fact, she was beginning to fear she was obsessed with him.

She’d learned his name from one of the neighbors… Eric Tanner. Such a simple name, it rolled off the tongue beautifully. She savored its syllables, sucked them into her mouth like the cherry off the top of a sundae. She loved his name; she longed to use it intimately. To whisper it in his ear as she nibbled on the lobe. To scream it as she came around his cock and milked his climax from him.

A slight breeze stirred the air, feathering across her exposed breasts. She imagined the whisper kiss was his lips and was lost to the fantasy. Her nipples tightened painfully and moisture flooded her core.

She hadn’t meant for him to see. This game they played hadn’t been planned. It had been totally accidental. Truly. But, playing with Eric was seductive. Like dark chocolate, it made her ravenous and one bite was not enough. It was a heady mixture of power and vulnerability that she never wanted to end even though she knew she should stop. She would stop. She wouldn’t do it again. She couldn’t do it again. Not if she wanted to respect herself.

It had started so simply. She had decided that she needed more personal time and changed her schedule at work. Truthfully, she was bored out of her skull. She’d been a corporate shepherd watching diligently over her human sheep for over 15 years and she hated it more everyday.

She was 35-years old and her life was so routine it put even her to sleep. All she did was work. QuestCom ran like a well-oiled machine. Never let it be said she didn’t do her job. She was efficient, organized and effective, but about as fun as a tax auditor.

She had no real friends, she’d never been married or in a truly serious relationship and had no children, though it could be argued that her Pug, Roxy, was her baby. She simply didn’t know how to relax and be herself with people. Men especially.

Once “cold fish” had become a recurring theme in the bedroom, she’d sworn off men. What was the point? She couldn’t relax enough to try some of the things they wanted her to do and she got tired of the complaints.

It wasn’t that she blamed them. Even she got tired of missionary position. Nor did she think it would be very fun to screw a woman who could barely tolerate having sex with the lights on. She was repressed and she knew it, but so far there hadn’t been anyone worth making the effort for.

So, to balance out her failure in the dynamic woman department, she’d made a point of being the best employee she could be. Her career had skyrocketed and she was the youngest Chief Operating Officer in her company’s history. She was good at her job, but she hated it. She excelled in her role, but she was bored and it showed.

When she’d taken to just staring out the window of her office for hours at a time, she decided she needed a change. Hell, she needed a life. So, she had rearranged her schedule to take every Thursday afternoon off. Her plan was to take up a hobby. She just hadn’t expected it to be masturbating for her sexy neighbor.

She hadn’t known he was there that first time. She had simply gone out for a swim. After doing enough laps to leave her breathless, she’d put on her sunglasses and hat and stretched out on her favorite lounge chair to let the sun dry her off.

She’d lain there trying to remember the last time she’d had sex (two years) and fantasizing about Eric. Wondering if he was involved with anyone. Imagining him naked and plunging into her. Without any conscious thought, she’d begun to stroke herself - outside her bikini bottoms because she never touched herself directly - until she brought herself to orgasm on the sheer fantasy of Eric.

As she’d struggled to catch her breath, a sound like a chair being pushed back drifted to her from the direction of his balcony. She opened her eyes in time to see the object of her fantasy stand up and turn to go inside.

She’d been shocked. Mortified. Humiliated. She’d stumbled to her feet and run inside as fast as she could. After locking the door, she’d slid down the wall and sat there on the cold marble tile with her arms wrapped around her knees rocking as she tried to calm the nausea roiling in her belly.

He’d seen her masturbate. Watched her at her most vulnerable moment. She’d been imagining herself with him and he’d watched as she pleasured herself. To her utter shock, as the idea sank in, rather than puke up her lunch, her nipples tightened and her pussy clenched.

The reality slammed into her. He’d watched her! Eric had seen her masturbate.

The thought was both electric and erotic. The idea of his eyes on her aroused her more than she thought possible. She broke out in goose bumps and her pussy throbbed. She refused to touch herself again though. She wanted to savor the memory of coming with his eyes on her.

And so it began. Over the weeks, she’d become more and more brazen. Touching herself in ways she’d never had the courage to before. Rather than feeling embarrassed by Eric’s presence, she was emboldened. She didn’t even bother with a bathing suit now.

One evening, after making sure his car was gone, she’d gone so far as to arrange the lounge chair so that the angle and distance would be such that, even though he’d have a good view, he’d have to pay close attention if he really wanted to see her.

She performed for him every Thursday afternoon at two o’clock without fail. Today was different though, today was her last performance. She’d promised herself she would stop this madness. She was becoming consumed by the fantasy of him and she couldn’t take it anymore.

It was a lie and she felt like a cheat. She wasn’t really this sexy, erotic woman. It was a game she was playing and it had to stop. So, today was her finale and she planned to make it good for him.

* * *

He was hard, so hard it hurt. Eric slowly, carefully opened the zipper on his Levi’s to free his straining cock. What in the hell had made him think going commando was a smart idea?

Thank god his balcony was enclosed rather than one of those open grill-work types. Most people wanted sunny, open balconies. He didn’t. He preferred to sit and ponder in the shade, his feet propped up on the railing with a cold Guinness in his hand.

His balcony was his refuge. No frilly patio furniture for him. He liked solid, comfortable furniture sized for a man, but only one chair and one side table for his beer. He didn’t share his balcony. At least, not with other humans. Peanut was the exception, but even his Pitbull wasn’t allowed out here when he watched Her.

Eric was never more grateful for the shadows than he was when she performed. He was hanging free for the world to see and he didn’t relish the idea of being seen with his pants down, literally.

Despite being in the shadows, she knew he was there. Watching her. She had to. All evidence said that this was a private show just for him and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to watch. Hell, who was he kidding, he’d gone from watching to participating weeks ago.

As he stroked his erection, he wondered if that was truly her intent. Was this a show for him? Did she do it to torture him? Drive him to distraction? Tease him to madness? Or was his ego leading him off a cliff?

What if she didn’t know he was there? Maybe she just liked the idea that she might be seen. It could just be the thrill of potentially getting caught that got her off.

Eric rejected the notion. Her performances were as regular as clockwork. Two o’clock every Thursday afternoon. He’d begun clearing his schedule in order to guarantee he’d be home when she performed.

Without fail, he’d find her next to her small swimming pool, stretched out on one of her blue and white striped chaise lounges. She always wore a straw hat and sunglasses with a fine, white linen cover up. In the beginning, she’d worn a barely there bikini, but over the subsequent weeks she didn’t even bother and now, she was always naked under the cover up.

If there was no thought of him watching, why be so regular? Everyone knew he ran his dog training business out of his house. She might be new to the neighborhood, but his advertisements were everywhere and most of their neighbors used him to train their dogs. She’d have to be completely self-involved not to know.

But still, maybe he was wrong. She’d never said more than two words to him when they ran into each other. In fact, she seemed to always be in a rush to get away from him. The few times he’d tried to engage her in conversation, she’d looked at him like he had two heads.

Eric had first seen her the day she moved in. Her long, brown hair had been pulled back in a simple pony tail. She’d worn no make up and had looked fresh and young. She’d glanced up at his house and he’d gotten a glimpse of clear skin, brown eyes and full, rosy lips. He’d instantly imagined those lips wrapped around his dick and he’d had to think of Roseanne Barr naked to force the sucker down, so he could go meet a client.

Only later had he found out that her name was Susan Mallory and she was some kind of executive suit at a local firm. He steered clear of those types. They always wanted to put you in a box and he’d had enough suits to last him a lifetime in his father.

Despite owning a successful business, his father had always treated him like a loser. The refrain never changed. His business was infantile, he dressed like a slob, he had no ambition. Their conversations consisted wholly of criticizing Eric and highly unwanted “suggestions” that were for Eric’s “own good.”

When his mother had been alive, Eric had tolerated his father for her sake. Once the cancer had taken her, Eric didn’t even bother. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken to his father and that suited him just fine.

Nope, he stayed away from suits. He liked his life and he wasn’t changing to satisfy anyone else’s opinion of what he should be doing with himself. If someone didn’t like him, they could just fuck off.

Which brought him right back to her. Maybe these performances had nothing to do with him and she just liked to masturbate in her back yard. Maybe she just wanted to pleasure herself in the open air with the sun heating her skin and drinking in her cries as she came. Sometimes, though, he could swear she said his name

Either way, she was going to kill him. Literally. It wasn’t going to be an easy death either. No. She clearly planned to make it slow and tortuous. Killing him bit-by-bit, until he begged for death rather than submit to her torture.

As it was, he didn’t think he could stand it even one moment longer. The ache was excruciating. He needed relief. He needed peace.

One way or another he had to end this madness, but when he did, it would be on his terms NOT hers. She’d be the one begging. She’d be the one screaming and writhing. She’d be the one under his power.

Today was especially intense. She’d gone slow, prolonging each moment. She’d started by rubbing some kind of oil all over her body that left her glistening from head to toe. She’d lingered over her breasts, rubbing each one in turn, pushing them together and massaging the oil into them. She’d made sure to rub and play with each nipple until they were deep red and jutting out from her body before continuing down her stomach.

When she’d reached her legs, she’d lifted each one in turn. She’d massaged her calf and thigh for long moments as she exposed her pussy to him. He imagined he could see her moisture glistening, even from this distance.

After rubbing in the oil, she’d lain back and continued to leisurely rub her belly and breasts. As he watched, his impatience grew. He wanted her to continue, not leave him in suspense. He thought about standing up and demanding she go on, but rejected the notion before it was even a complete thought.

What was she doing? Why was she waiting?

Just when he thought he’d go crazy, she’d reached for her glass, some kind of blue, girlie drink, on the table next to her and sucked an ice cube into her mouth. She then slowly drew it out from between her lips.

He swallowed hard and imagined her sucking him in and out of her mouth like she’d done to that ice cube. His dick had gotten so hard at the thought that he was gritting his teeth as he worked to hold back his climax. He wasn’t ready to come yet.

She began to slowly rub the ice over each rosy, nipple. He could see her belly clench and contract with each frigid touch. Her eyes were hidden by her sunglasses, but her mouth was parted slightly and he could see the tip of her tongue darting out periodically to lick her bottom lip. He wanted to feel that tongue darting out against his cock.

She continued stroking down her body with the ice cube until she reached her pussy. As he watched, she opened her legs and spread her outer lips and then inserted the ice into her pussy.

“Holy Shit,” Eric groaned as he watched her fuck her pussy with the ice. His cock was jumping in his hand as he pumped his hips up and down in rhythm with her thrusts.

She strained against the chill, pushing her hips upward. Her thigh muscles flexed convulsively and she clenched her free fist around the end of the lounge chair as she worked her pussy. She kept thrusting the ice in and out until it melted and then she shocked the hell out of him by licking the moisture from her fingers.

She lay there for several moments, breathing hard. Her breasts rose and fell with each inhale. He drank her in as she lay there. The sun glinted off her skin in small flashes with every breath.

Soon, but not soon enough for Eric’s cock, she resumed her ministrations to her pussy. Parting her lips and stroking her clitoris in small, lazy circles. She seemed to have all the time in the world today. There was no rush, no urgency.

She dallied over her pussy. Alternating between thrusting her fingers deep and then circling them around and over her clit.

Eric wanted to scream his frustration. She was killing him. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining what her pussy would feel like wrapped around his dick. He barely held his climax at bay. He panted through clenched teeth as sweat began to dribble down his back. He seriously contemplated barging into her back yard, throwing her legs over his shoulders and pounding his cock into her until she screamed his name over and over.

Instead, he silently begged her to put him out of his misery. He wanted to watch her come. He wanted to hear her moan.

He loved watching her come. She was beautiful when she climaxed. Arching her back so that her pert, round breasts thrust up into the air. The fingers of one hand buried in her pussy as she plucked and squeezed her nipples with the other. Her moans were music to his ears and ultimately it was the sweet, sexy little purrs she made that sent him over the edge every time.

Today was no different. Her legs tensed and her back began to arch. Finally. This was it, she’d reached the end of her tether and she was going to come.

Eric gripped his penis more firmly at the base with one hand, while he used the other to work the head of his cock harder. He squeezed the head almost to the point of pain as he waited for her to go over.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Let me see. That’s it. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Harder and faster, his hand flew up and down his shaft. He wouldn’t come before she did. He made sure they came together every time and today would be no different.

Eric groaned and cursed himself for a fool. He shouldn’t do this. Every single time he promised himself it was the last time. Every time he swore he’d end it. He couldn’t go on with this torture. He was becoming obsessed and he knew it.

Today’s performance had been the most intense yet and if he didn’t do something about it soon, she was going to drive him to drastic measures. He knew if he crossed that bridge there’d be no coming back… for either of them.

Eric panted with the strain of holding back. She was close, but she seemed to be deliberately prolonging the show. His cock throbbed as sweat bloomed all over his body. He didn’t think he could go on much longer.

“Now,” he groaned. “Come for me. Now.”

As if she’d heard his whispered command, she threw her head back as her orgasm claimed her. Gasping and moaning, she writhed through the whirlwind.

That was all it took. As the luscious sounds of her pleasure reached his ears, he broke and together they rode the wave.

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.

* * *

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.

This 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.

Kinky Susan was getting her into trouble. Masturbating in the backyard, damn near fucking her neighbor in public. What was next, whips and chains? Pole dancing? Kinky Susan was wet and vibrating at the notion of finding out what Eric had in store for her, but Normal Susan was cringing and a bit nauseous.

She might as well face it, she didn’t have the courage to look Eric in the face after what had happened at Ex Libris. Susan had taken avoiding him to Olympic levels. If they gave out medals for ducking into doorways and crouching behind bushes, she’d earned the gold for sure.

She wasn’t going. He’d threatened to track her down if she didn’t show up, but did that really matter? She was in control of what she did, not him. If she didn’t show up what was the worst thing he could do to her?

* * *

She wasn’t going to come. Eric could practically feel her waffling. He knew Susan was home. Her car was in her driveway and he’d watched her walk into her house that morning.

She’d been doing her damnedest to avoid him all week. He’d gotten a kick out of it in the beginning. He was just frustrated now.

The first time she’d run into him after the bookstore, she’d turned such a pretty shade of red he couldn’t help but smile. He’d been walking out his front door when she’d been about to get into her car. She’d frozen like a deer in headlights when she’d noticed him.

Eric had grinned at her discomfort. He didn’t think it was possible, but she reddened even more. He’d decided to put her out of her misery and had walked over to his car. When he moved, she’d finally recovered herself and all but leapt into her car. Just as she swung the door shut, Eric had called out, “Two o’clock, Susan. Don’t be late!” She’d backed out of her driveway so fast her tires squealed.

He hadn’t seen her since.

Eric was nothing if not a man of his word. He’d told her he’d go after her and he would too. If she forced him to run her to ground in public again, he’d make the bookstore look private in comparison to the public orgasm he’d force on her.

She really shouldn’t push him in this. Eric was not a man who generally went without sex. That’s not to say he was a man-slut, he was definitely picky, but Susan’s little show crept into his head every time he tried to get down with someone else. As a result, the only sex he’d gotten since Susan had started her little carnal matinee had been of the manual variety.

He was horny and cranky and, if he had to kidnap her and tie her down, he was going to fuck her. Today.

Eric had spent the entire last week planning this afternoon. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to her and what he planned was going to take her places he was quite sure she’d never been. The key was Susan’s voluntary participation. He wouldn’t force anything on her, that wasn’t his deal, but he very much wanted her at his mercy. Submitting to him. Being penetrated by him.

Eric’s cock sprung to life at the thought of Susan naked and writhing under him.

Fuck! She’d better show up.

* * *

It was 2:00 pm on the dot when Susan stepped onto Eric’s porch. After much agonizing, she’d decided not to risk another scene with Eric and had screwed up her courage to come over. Now that she was confronted with actually seeing him though, her stomach was roiling once again.

Torn between staying and fleeing, Susan closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she smoothed imaginary wrinkles in her pale lavender, silk wrap dress. She’d finally just closed her eyes and grabbed the first thing she touched and put it on. Lucky for her it was one of her favorite outfits. Combined with strappy, high-heeled sandals and some tasteful makeup she had her best feminine armor on and figured it wasn’t going to get any better than this.

She raised a slightly shaking hand to knock only see an envelope taped to the door with her name printed on it in small, neat block letters. Completely nonplussed, she yanked the envelope off the door and turned it over in her hand.

It was a standard white envelope. The kind you’d get at the local drugstore. The envelope wasn’t sealed; the flap was just tucked in. She opened it, pulled out a single sheet of paper and began to read…

Susan - I’m glad you’re being reasonable and came over on your own. I have something very special planned for us, however, you will be required to follow my instructions exactly, without hesitation or question. If you can do this, I promise you an afternoon you will never forget. If you can’t obey me, then you should leave now. But, know this, if you ever masturbate in your backyard again, I’ll sick the police on you. Your days of teasing me are over.

If you think you can handle playing MY game, come in and head up the stairs. Go to the room at the end of the hall. You’ll find more instructions there. -E

Susan stared at the note for long minutes. She had absolutely no clue what to do. Clearly Eric had something planned, but he was asking for complete obedience and trust. She barely knew him, this was completely unreasonable.

She didn’t think he would hurt her. He’d had every opportunity to do something to her if he wanted to, but not hurting her and submitting to him were very different things. If she was completely honest though, the way he had overwhelmed her in the store and controlled the situation had been a big part of her response.

Just thinking about what he’d done to her had her dripping wet. Her breath hitched and her pussy clenched. There was no hiding this from herself, she wanted him to do it again.

Susan placed the note in her purse and, inhaling deeply, opened the door and stepped inside.

Chapter 4

Eric’s house was surprisingly spare. She wasn’t really sure what she’d expected, but the house had a casual elegance to it that she wouldn’t have expected from a dog trainer. Yes, that was completely stereotypical, but there you have it.

The door opened up into a spacious living/dining room combo with a kitchen at the back. The furniture had clean, modern lines, but still looked comfortable. Each piece was sizable, not the miniature Ikea type furniture that made you wonder if it was built for actual human beings. No, Eric’s furniture had modern lines, but looked as if you could settle in and get comfortable.

There was a reading nook in one corner of the great room with a nice club-style chair and table. There were rows upon rows of books lining the walls. He was obviously an avid reader.

Susan wondered what types of books he read, but she figured that would have to wait. His note hadn’t said to wonder around his house and try to get a read on his psyche from his book titles.

The stairs were to her left and she headed up to the next level. At the top of the stairs, was a long hallway with a door on each side and one at the end. Susan guessed the other two doors belonged to a bathroom and maybe a guest room or office, considering the one at the far end of the hall had to be Eric’s room since that was where he instructed her to go.

The closer Susan came to the door, the more anxious she became. Her heart raced and she trembled from head to toe. Would he be in there? For that matter, where was he? He had to be nearby.

All too soon, Susan was standing directly in front of Eric’s door with her hand on the doorknob. She was frozen in place. Her muscles seemed to have lost all connection to her brain. She kept thinking “open the door,” but nothing was happening.

Did she really want to do this? Could she do it? But what the hell was “it” anyway?

That was the real question. Susan had no idea what she was walking into and that was not her deal. She stayed in control, not the other way around. If she walked into that room, she was agreeing to give Eric control. More importantly, she was conceding all of her own control.

Her hand fell away from the doorknob. She couldn’t do it. This wasn’t for her. What would he do to her? What would he expect her to do to him? What if she didn’t want to do something he asked of her?

There were too many questions and not enough answers for her taste. She turned to leave and stopped suddenly. Tears threatened and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to stop them from spilling.

She was a coward. She was lying to herself. This wasn’t about control. This was about fear. She was afraid to be vulnerable. She was afraid she wasn’t strong enough, so she shied away from people and relationships.

It was why she was alone at the age of 35. Why she had no relationships except her dog. And, let’s face it, Susan controlled every aspect of Roxy’s life, so there was no risk there. For a biscuit and a belly rub, Roxy was devoted.

Shoulders sagging, Susan stood in Eric’s hallway and felt like a complete failure. She wasn’t ready for this. She should just leave and forget all about this.

Forget about what though? She still didn’t know and if she walked away now, she’d always wonder. It couldn’t hurt for her to see what his next instructions were. With her curiosity satisfied she could at least put an end to this.

Susan lifted her chin, threw her shoulders back and walked into Eric’s bedroom.

Again, he surprised her. Where his house was modern and light, his bedroom screamed dark masculinity. The walls were a silvery gray and a huge, king-sized bed dominated the room. The bed itself was creamy quilted leather in a platform style with a midnight blue, suede coverlet. Several large pillows gave the bed a comfortable, cozy look that made you want to climb in and snuggle down.

The bed was flanked on either side by simple wood tables that appeared to have been stained a deep blue color. A large, flat screen TV was mounted on the wall directly across from the bed. He obviously liked to watch TV in bed.

In one corner was a comfortable looking, armless chair that was fairly low to the ground. There was an ottoman resting in front of it, but there was no table or lamp in the corner.

On one of the tables next to the bed was another envelope, a blindfold, two toys - a dildo and something she’d never seen - and a bottle of lubricant. Susan just stared in consternation at the items. Exactly what in the hell was he planning? Susan shivered at the possibilities of what she saw in front of her.

Opening the envelope, Susan pulled out another neatly printed note.

Susan - I see you’ve decided to play. That pleases me. I remind you that by coming this far you’ve agreed to comply with my wishes completely and without hesitation or question. If at some point you decide that what I am asking for is too much for you, you have simply to say “Red,” our game will stop and you are free to go. If you use this word, however, be aware that will end the game completely as well as any association we may have, so use it wisely.

Assuming you haven’t thrown this note down and left, here is what I expect you to do… undress completely. You may put your clothes in my closet. Sit at the foot of my bed facing the door. Spread your legs so that when I enter the room I can see your pussy. Blindfold yourself and play with your nipples. I want them hard, red and swollen when I enter the room. Then… wait.

Take this seriously. I expect each one of my directions to be followed to the letter. There will be consequences if they are not. - E

Susan stared at the letter in utter disbelief and stark arousal. He couldn’t possibly be serious. There was no way she could do what he was asking her to do. She’d die of humiliation. Her body disagreed. Her pussy had flooded and begun to ache simply reading his words.

The notion of blindfolding herself made her stomach clench tightly. Not being able to see made her feel incredibly vulnerable. She’d never allowed any of her lovers to do that to her in the past. She wanted to know exactly what was going on at all times.

Yeah, the blindfold wasn’t working for her. Now that she was here in his room, however, she wanted to find out what Eric would do to her. After all, she had only to say “Red” and she was right back in control.

Susan trusted that Eric would keep his word. After he’d given his command to come to his house, Susan had begun questioning the neighbors about him in the guise of being interested in training classes for Roxy. She’d characterized it that she couldn’t attend the classes because of her schedule and wanted to know if he could be trusted since she may need to have him in her house. Unanimously, he was categorized as trustworthy and someone who kept his word. So, here she was.

With a mental shake, Susan took the plunge. She placed the note with the other one in her purse and walked into Eric’s closet to undress. Again, Eric shattered her stereotypes. His closet was as organized as hers. She wondered if they used the same system. Whereas hers was filled primarily with business suits, blouses and slacks, his was stocked with jeans, casual shirts and shorts. Her shoe racks were filled with stilettos, his with sneakers and a few pairs of dress shoes. But, like her, his clothes were also organized by category and color.

For some reason, the sight of his closet relaxed Susan considerably. Seeing this small bit of common ground with Eric was reassuring.

On that thought, Susan began to undress. She noticed an empty hanger and placed her dress on it. She’d chosen a flesh colored lace bra and thong and she placed those neatly on top of a set of built-in drawers along with her purse. She deposited her shoes in an empty corner of the closet.

Susan walked over by Eric’s bed and contemplated the blindfold again. She didn’t think she was ready to put absolute trust in Eric. It was a huge step just for her to be here. The blindfold was too much.

With that, she took her place at the end of Eric’s bed, positioned herself as he’d demanded, took both nipples between forefinger and thumb and began to play.

* * *

Eric was wearing a path in his carpet, but he couldn’t sit down and just wait. She was in his house, just one door away and it was killing him to stay in his office and wait.

Once he’d decided to play this particular game with her, he’d realized that she needed to meet him half-way. He’d made very careful inquiries about her and learned that she was an executive at QuestCom, a local technology firm. He also learned that very few people knew her well and that she seemed extremely reserved, yet very polite and cordial. In other words, repressed.

Juxtapose that against the erotic woman masturbating for him in her backyard, and you have an extremely sexual woman waiting to break out of some self-imposed chains. Well, he had the key, but she had to want it. Hence, the notes.

For Eric, though, the waiting was giving him gray hair. He knew she’d gone as far as his bedroom because he’d heard her walk by. For a minute there, he’d thought she was going to chicken out when she’d taken so long to open the door. She had done it though.

His mind was full of images of her undressing which of course meant that his dick was so hard it hurt. Eric had watched her walk over. The purple dress she wore hugged her body and accentuated her breasts. The sandals were sexy and the extra height made her appear regal. Overall, she came off elegant and remote. Almost aloof. Eric planned to change that. Before this night was over, he wanted her flushed, swollen and replete from coming.

What he was really curious about was if she’d follow all of his instructions or only those she wished to. He’d promised consequences if she didn’t and he was quite serious. He enjoyed a good spanking. Eric wasn’t like some though, he wasn’t interested in bruises or welts, but he did like to cherry up a pale little ass. He had a definite feeling Susan’s ass was going to be nice and pink before the night was over.

A glance at the clock on his computer said that ten minutes had passed from when he heard his bedroom door open and close. It was show time.

Eric’s cock was throbbing in anticipation as he walked to his bedroom. He had thought out quite meticulously what he planned to do to Susan and he couldn’t wait to get started.

He quietly opened the door and almost came on the spot. She was magnificent in her arousal. She had done everything he’d asked, except the blindfold, but her head was thrown back as she pinched and tugged on her nipples. They were red and swollen just as he’d demanded.

Even from across the room he could see that her cunt was dripping wet. Susan obviously trimmed her curls close and her lips were flushed and swollen.

Eric was going to enjoy eating her pussy. His mouth watered at the thought of delving into her and sucking on her clitoris. He was going to make her scream and beg before he was done with her.

She wasn’t going to submit readily though as her refusal to put on the blindfold demonstrated. He’d have to proceed carefully with her, but she was definitely getting spanked.

Chapter 5

“I see you decided to ignore my instructions.”

Susan’s eyes flew open. She hadn’t heard him come in. Truthfully, she’d been caught up in the fantasy as she’d played with her nipples. She’d been imagining Eric fondling her. Telling her in a graphic whisper exactly what he intended to do to her. As a result, she was dripping wet and her nipples were hard to the point of pain.

Her stomach clenched at his words and she dropped to her hands to her sides.

“You don’t have permission to stop and you’ve already earned a punishment for the blindfold, do you want to add another?” Eric’s voice was deep and silky smooth, almost amused.

“Permission?” Susan asked defiantly, but she resumed playing with her nipples. Better to see how he was going to play this before she pushed him any further.

“Yes, permission,” Eric replied. “My note should have been quite clear. Follow my instructions completely without question and without hesitation.”

He advanced on her as he spoke. “Susan, I am going to explain myself again, just this once, so listen very carefully. After this, you do as I say. Period. Your only option will be to use your word to end the game completely.

Understand that we are playing. I will not hurt you nor will I do anything that you don’t truly want me to, but I will push your limits and I may not stop something just because you say no. People often say no when they don’t really mean it, but if you say “red,” everything ends immediately. Do you understand?”

Susan looked away from him as she swallowed audibly, “Yes, Eric. I understand.”

“Good,” he said mildly as he knelt in front of her and began to stroke down her neck with one finger.

Susan’s breath hitched and she closed her eyes as she felt his finger trail down her neck. His touch was feather-light and she shivered under it. Her nipples contracted tighter and she arched involuntarily under his touch.

His fingers left her neck and began to lightly stroke her lower lip.

“Suck,” Eric said as he pressed his finger into her mouth.

Susan took his finger into her mouth, sucking strongly and swirling her tongue around its length. Feeling just a bit naughty, Susan bit down lightly as she looked directly into Eric’s emerald eyes. Lust burned brightly and she shivered.

“Cup your breasts and press them together. I want your nipples jutting out for me.”

Eric took his finger back and rubbed a moist fingertip around each hardened nipple leaving a damp trail behind. Susan closed her eyes and leaned into him. She almost came at his first touch. Every cell in her body clenched at his teasing. She wanted more.

“Eyes open,” Eric snapped.

Susan’s eyes flew open at his command. She stared at him startled.

“You’re to keep your eyes on me at all times.”

Without breaking eye contact, Eric leaned in and ran his tongue around first one swollen peak, then the other before testing each one with his teeth. Pleasure streaked through her flooding her core even more.

She continued to watch. Alternating between looking into Eric’s eyes and watching his mouth and tongue as he suckled strongly on each pebbled tip.

Her breasts were swollen and aching. She was dying for him to touch her between her legs, but he seemed content to dally on her breasts and nipples.

Without warning Eric pulled his mouth away and squeezed each nipple roughly causing her to gasp and jerk. The pain was startling in its pleasure and she groaned and arched toward him. Eric proceeded to set up a rhythm alternating between squeezing and rolling her nipples and then pinching and tugging on them.

Her nipples were abraded and sensitized to the point of pain, but she watched as she’d been commanded. The sight of Eric’s fingers manipulating her nipples so vigorously, set up a throbbing ache in her pussy. She was so wet she had to be leaving a puddle on his coverlet.

She whimpered softly as the pain surpassed the pleasure. As if on cue, Eric dipped his head and gently sucked each nipple, soothing the tips with the wet heat of his mouth.

Eric left her nipples and began to nuzzle her ear.

“Your nipples are so red and swollen. I could suck on them all day. Now, don’t move.” The abrupt change in topic startled her.

Eric walked to his closet and stripped out of his clothes. She was somewhat amused to see him neatly fold his clothes and leave them next to her lingerie in his closet, but all amusement faded when he turned around and she saw him fully.

He was truly beautiful. Not handsome, not hot or any of those other inadequate words. He was beautiful. He was tall and lean with a natural, unsculpted shape that reeked of athleticism rather than an effeminate Gold’s Gym weight pounding. Susan had never liked the bodybuilder types. She considered them self-absorbed, girlie men. Eric was anything but girlie.

His chest was covered in a light sprinkling of dark hair that narrowed to a thin treasure trail leading directly to his pubic region. His erection bobbed as he walked back toward her. He stopped directly in front of her.

“Do you like what you see?” He chuckled softly at her blatant inspection.

She was staring and she knew it, but damn he had a beautiful penis. She really needed to get some variety in her vocabulary, but beautiful just fit. His cock was of average length and incredibly wide. He was going to stretch her. A lot. Her cunt clenched at the image of his rigid length sliding into her.

She tried to squeeze her knees together on the ache that thought caused, but Eric was standing in between them. Susan tore her gaze away from his penis and looked into his verdant gaze. The corners of his eyes crinkled just a bit, giving away his amusement. The rest of his face, however, was fiercely intent.

“On your knees, little one,” Eric growled as he stepped back and indicated the floor in front of him with a slight nod.

Susan’s breath caught in her throat at the realization of what he expected. She’d never been any good at this. All of her previous lovers had complained that she was too rough or not creative enough. Eventually, she’d become so completely ashamed at her failures that she simply refused to go down on anyone anymore.

“Eric, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Susan dropped her eyes to the floor as she protested.

“Why is that?” Eric gently tilted her chin up so that she was looking at him once again. “Eyes on me, remember,” he murmured.

“I am awful at this,” Susan said flatly. “Every time I’ve tried, I’ve gotten nothing but complaints.”

“I’ll be the judge of whether or not you’re awful. Now, do I need to remind you of the rules?”

Susan shook her head.

“Good. On your knees, sweetheart.”

* * *

Her mouth was soft and warm. The velvet touch of her tongue on the head of his cock was threatening to undo his control. Eric felt every soft lick and gentle suck down into his toes.

His thick shaft slid in and out of her pink, swollen lips stretching her mouth to the limit. She wasn’t able to take all of him down into her throat, but her gentle suction was weakening his control.

She savored his cock as if it were the most delectable desert she’d ever eaten. He was used to women approaching fellatio as a power exchange where, because his cock was in their mouth, all of a sudden they were in the power position. This generally meant a lot of rough sucking and pulling that left his cock feeling like sandpaper.

Susan alternated between licking up his shaft in warm, wet swipes and rasping her teeth gently along the ridge of the head before sweetly sucking his hardness back into her mouth. With each suck, she relaxed and took more of him until he felt the back of her throat. She gagged a little and pulled back enough to relieve the pressure.

The feel of her tongue was a sweet, delicious torture. He fought the urge to grasp her head and fuck her luscious mouth furiously. He wanted to feel her swallow his length down her throat. Feel the rhythmic contractions as she did.

“Susan,” he groaned and stroked her hair back from her face. “That’s so good.”

She met his eyes as she delicately rubbed her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Unlike the smirk he usually saw in the other women he banged, he saw only desire in the melted chocolate of her eyes. She closed her eyes then and moaned around his erection as if it pleased her to do this as much as it pleased him to have it done.

The sound vibrated along his cock. His balls drew up tight and he slammed down on the urge to come in her mouth. He wasn’t ready to end this yet, but he knew he was going to have to regain the upper hand.

He placed his hands on either side of her head and pressed a bit further into her mouth. “I want to come down your throat,” he growled. Susan tensed instantly.

“No, baby girl, relax. Just relax and swallow. It’ll be fine.”

She did, opening her mouth as much as possible, relaxing and swallowing against the head. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Just like that.”

Eric pressed further into her mouth with each small thrust, crooning to her as he did. She was swallowing almost convulsively around his girth, milking his climax from him. With that, his control snapped.

He grasped her firmly, and worked her mouth in small, urgent thrusts as every muscle in his legs, back and ass tightened. She reached up and clutched his buttocks in order to maintain her balance and her touch sent him over the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” he rasped. “Suck me dry, Susan.” And, with that, he groaned, caught in the whirlwind of pleasure, as his penis shuddered and jerked in her mouth.

She sucked him gently but firmly until he stilled. It was so different from the rough sucking he was used to. He’d always liked head to be gritty. He wanted to fuck the female’s mouth, not have her make love to his dick, but Susan’s gentleness shook him. It was as if she relished him, cherished his cock even.

This wasn’t going as he’d planned. His goal was to test her limits, break her control and have her begging and pleaded for him to fuck her. It wasn’t for her to push his limits.

If this continued, he was in trouble.

* * *

His taste was addicting. Salt and man. Susan had never allowed a man to come in her mouth before, but the urgency and need in Eric’s voice had pulled her, compelled her even, to want to please him. Now, as she held his softening cock in her mouth, she was content to tongue and suckle him all night.

Most surprising was how her own arousal had heightened as she seen the surprised pleasure on his face. Whatever he’d expected, she given him something different. The idea was empowering.

“Up you go, little one,” he said roughly. “Sit on the edge of the bed.” He reached down and took her hand, pulling her up and guiding her over.

He knelt in front of her again and spread her legs wide. “Lean back, but I want your eyes on me.”

He ran his hands lightly over her legs and thighs before stroking up her sides to cup her breasts once more. His palms were rough and the calluses she felt pricked her skin and left them tingling. He rubbed his palms lightly over her nipples, sensitizing them and bringing them back to taut, rosy peaks.

Eric leaned in and rasped his tongue over each bud in turn. His tongue was soft and warm and he swirled it around her nipples as if he was licking an ice cream cone. The sight of his tongue on her nipples was profoundly carnal and soon she was gasping and arching up into his mouth, but he refused her wordless plea.

He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at her. “I don’t read minds, sweetheart. If you want something you’re going to have to ask for it.” He reached out and squeezed her nipples tightly before tugging firmly on them. She gasped and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Let me give you an example,” he leaned in close so that his lips brushed her ear. “I can’t wait to suck on that sweet pussy of yours. I want you to come screaming as I tongue your clit.”

He chuckled as her breathing grew even more ragged and she tried to squeeze her legs shut at the erotic images flying through her brain.

“Or, here’s another one,” he nipped her earlobe just hard enough to make her jerk. He still worked her nipples tugging firmly and her motion caused her to pull hard against his fingers. The pleasure pain caused her to moan and Eric leaned down to soothe the tortured tips with his tongue before continuing.

“I plan to fuck you in every way I can think of before we’re done here. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Susan?”

His words coursed through her like little tongues of fire. Her pussy flooded and clenched and she barely heard his question through the haze of lust building inside her.

“Have you?”

“What? Uh, no… no. I’ve never done that,” she responded breathlessly.

“Hmmm. I like the idea that I’ll be the first to breach you.” She could feel his smile against her ear.

Eric released her breasts and pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. He stroked her inner thighs and calves before leaning in and dropping a gentle kiss on her mound. Susan pressed into his mouth, aching for him to go further.

With one finger, he parted her folds and inserted the tip into her entrance only to pull out and stroke up her slit before pressing against her clitoris. Her toes literally burned at the contact.

“Open yourself for me,” he urged.

Susan flushed red at his words and looked away only to have him pull her face back to him.

“Susan, it’s a little late to be shy, don’t you think? I’ve watched you finger yourself many times. Why so shy now?” his question was gentle, but he clearly expected an answer.

“I couldn’t see you before. I knew you were there, but I couldn’t see you, couldn’t see your expression if you didn’t like what you saw,” her voice trembled.

“Susan. Trust me. I’m going to like what I see. My cock is already hard enough to drive nails and I just came a few minutes ago. Do you think I’d be in this state if I didn’t like what I saw?”

His erection jutted from his body. He was monstrously erect and she reached out to take him in her hand, but he swatted her away. “Hold yourself open and watch.”

She flushed even deeper, but she did as he asked.

Eric sank back on his heels and just stared at her wet folds. His gaze was focused and intense. She could feel herself dripping and she squeezed involuntarily, but Eric smacked the inside of her knee.

“Open,” he snapped and she complied.

He slowly inserted his forefinger into her, thrusting inside to the hilt. He pulled out and added another finger. He continued to thrust in and out of her, pushing in and grinding his hand against her outer lips while he scissored his fingers inside of her.

The firm pressure against her mound only added to the craving inside her. She wanted more, but was still afraid to say so.

“You’re biting your lip again. I think there’s something you want.”

She looked hard into his eyes, but couldn’t get the words out.

“Pity. Maybe next time,” he murmured and added small circles with his thumb on her clit to his erotic exploration. He kept this up for long moments, driving Susan insane with the intensity of the ache building inside her.

She wanted him to push her down and drive inside her. She wanted him pounding and pounding into her until he came and flooded her with his semen. These thoughts combined with the sensations he was wringing out of her had her spiraling down into her climax. Almost as if he sensed it, Eric stopped abruptly.

Every muscle in Susan’s body clenched at the sudden departure.

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out in a near whine and she flinched.

Rather than answer, he just winked at her and proceeded to walk over to his night table. He picked up the dildo she’d seen earlier. It was long and wide, almost as wide as Eric, with an undulating shape and a flat base. He grinned wickedly as he turned to face her. “Have you ever played with toys before?” he asked.

“No,” she said.

“Why not?” he asked.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Well, I see we’re going to be helping you overcome many of your insecurities today.”

“Open your legs as far as you can go.”

“What are you going to do?” she eyed the toy warily. It looked like it would hurt.

Eric’s eyes glinted with amusement as he loomed over her.

“It’s time for your punishment.”

Chapter 6

“Are you crazy?” Susan exclaimed as she snapped her legs shut and made to stand up. “I’m not a child to be punished.”

Eric pressed her back down onto the mattress. “I did explicitly state that there would be consequences if my instructions were not followed and you didn’t follow instructions.”

“Yes, but…” she sputtered.

“No, buts,” Eric said mildly. “You agreed to my terms when you came into my house. You again agreed when you stayed. So, now, you will receive the consequences of your actions. Or do you want to use your word?”

Susan chewed frantically on her lower lip. What the hell was she going to do now? So far, it had been the best, most erotic experience of her life, but punish her. What if he really hurt her?

She looked wildly around his room. There was no evidence of whips or chains. No weapons that she could see, but he was a big man. He could hurt her with his bare hands.

“Susan, look at me,” Eric tilted her chin gently up. “I’m not going to hurt you. There may be pain, but I won’t do anything that mars or damages you. You have my word on that. Do you trust me?”

Susan stared into the emerald depths of his eyes. They were clear and earnest. He was relaxed and she sensed no malice in him, so the real question was how much did she want to continue to play?

She squeezed her eyes shut briefly, then looked directly into his eyes, “Yes, I trust you.”

He stroked her cheek gently and dropped a sweet, gentle kiss on her lips.

“Good. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Susan sighed resignedly and sat back onto the mattress, opening her legs as far as she could.

Eric knelt and once again directed her to open her pussy for him.

As she watched, he slowly inserted the dildo into her swollen flesh. He went slow, thrusting in small, firm pushes until it was fully seated inside of her. Then he pulled her to her feet.

“Turn around. Put your hands on the bed and spread your legs wide.”

Susan complied. It felt awkward to move around with something shoved up her cunt. She felt full. The toy was less flexible than a penis and it stretched her in ways she wasn’t used to. It wasn’t unpleasant, just awkward.

She never used toys, even by herself. She’d always felt a little ashamed as if it made her pathetic to do so. Hell, it wasn’t until she began to play with Eric that she did more than rub her clit quick, fast and in a hurry just to get off.

“Lift your ass higher,” Eric pressed on her lower back gently so that she arched. When he was he was satisfied with her position he grunted a little and said, “Good.”

He stilled behind her. Susan glanced over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

“Eyes forward,” he snapped.

“What are you doing?”

“Admiring the view,” he said gruffly. “Your ass is gorgeous,” he said while he squeezed and massaged her cheeks.

“Your going to feel good wrapped around my dick. I can’t wait to watch as I penetrate your sweet, little hole.”

Erotic shivers ran through her at his words and her knees weakened. No one had ever talked to her this way.

Without warning, Eric reached between her legs and set the dildo to vibrating.

“Oh!” She exclaimed.

The vibrations where exquisite. She tingled in places she’d never known existed. Her lower belly clenched and she pressed back as if she could push it in even further.

Eric stilled her with a hand on her buttocks and spoke in a firm voice, “You disobeyed me by refusing to use the blindfold as instructed. Disobedience is unacceptable. For this, you will be spanked. Four swats”

Thwack! Eric smacked her ass hard and she yelped. It burned and tears flooded her eyes. Thwack! He struck the other cheek this time.

She tried to crawl away from him across the bed, but he grabbed her by the hips and held her.

“You were women enough to disobey you can be strong enough to take your spanking.” As he spoke, he reached between her legs and began to thrust the dildo in and out of her. The pleasurable counterpoint to the painful tingle in her ass had her clit aching so hard she thought she might come right then.

All too soon, Eric pressed the toy firmly back into her and proceeded to smack her ass twice more. Tears were streaming down her face as he soothed her battered behind with gentle strokes. He pressed himself over her from behind and began to tug on her nipples. The sharp tingle in her ass where his body molded to hers intensified the pleasure in her nipples so that she was gasping and pressing back against his groin.

Her reaction shocked her. The pain he caused had her clit swollen and aching and she wanted him to touch her, lick her, something, anything her to relieve the pressure she felt. She wriggled against him, pressing hard, but she still couldn’t summon the words to tell him what she wanted. He groaned and nipped at her shoulder.

“I’m proud of you,” he whispered. His voice was guttural with arousal and she could barely make out his words. Intense satisfaction flooded her at knowing she’d pleased him.

“Don’t’ move. I’m going to have to prepare your ass for my cock in order to lessen the pain.”

He stood, turned back toward the table and began to mess with the items on it.

She was sex personified at that moment. Her pussy trembled and clenched around the vibrator, her nipples were swollen and tight and sharp bursts of pleasure wound through her body setting every nerve ending on edge. She reached for her clit.

“If you touch yourself, the game ends and I send you home,” Eric said sharply. “The only orgasms you get when you’re with me are the ones I give you.”

He turned and walked over to the chair in the corner and sat down.

“Come here,” he held out his hand to her. Eric sprawled lazily in the chair. In his lap were the other object she’d seen on his table and the lube.

Susan walked gingerly over to him. Every step was an exercise in torture with the vibrator shifting slightly inside her.

He patted the ottoman in front of him. “Kneel and lean over this.”

Susan took his hand and let him help her down to her knees. She lay flat over the ottoman.

“Arch your back and spread your legs. Just like before,” he murmured as he placed his palm on her lower back.

“You need to be stretched out for later,” Eric rubbed her back in slow, lazy circles. His palm was warm and she relaxed under his touch. “I’m going to put this plug inside of you. Just follow my instructions and you’ll be fine. Trust me to take care of you.”

She did trust him. He’d done nothing to indicate she shouldn’t and everything to indicate she could.

“Whatever you want, Eric,” she sighed as she felt him place a kiss in the middle of her back.

Soon she felt something cool and slippery pressing against her anus. She tensed at the contact.

“Relax, baby. Just push out against it; that opens you up.”

Eric reached around and began to finger her clit as well. Pleasure flooded her body as the pressure in her anus intensified. He gently, but firmly, pressed the plug through the tight ring of muscle at her opening.

“Breathe, baby. You’re doing fine.” He leaned down and nipped at her buttocks. “You’re beautiful. You should see yourself. Slippery and wet, open and stretching. I want to come just looking at you.”

Susan felt a moment of increased burning and then the plug was seated inside of her. She felt stretched and full in ways she’d never experienced before. Her body was tight and alive. Intense pleasure radiated throughout her body. If she didn’t come soon she was going to explode.

“Eric,” she whimpered. “Eric, I need…”

“Shhhh,” he soothed as he gathered her into his lap. The plug pressed deeper into her as she sat down on him and the intensity of her need skyrocketed. He stroked her body gently as she writhed and ground against him. He spread her legs so that they hung over the sides of his and began to stroke her from mound to breasts.

“Eric, please,” she gasped. “Please, I need…”

“Need what, Susan?” He urged. “You’ll have to say what you want.”

Susan bit her lip and ground down on his pelvis. His breath hitched and his cock jerked against her ass. At least she wasn’t the only one feeling it.

She flushed crimson, but she said, “I need to come. Please, Eric. Please make me come.”

Rather than answer, Eric lifted her off his lap and set her down in the chair. He knelt in front of her and removed the dildo. She felt empty without it.

Before she could protest, however, Eric sealed his mouth over her clit, sucking strongly and fucking her pussy furiously with his fingers.

That was all it took.

Susan shattered in a climax so intense she thought she’d break apart. She moaned his name and writhed under his ministrations. He continued his dual assault as she bucked and shuddered.

When she finally stilled, Eric placed gentle kisses all over her thighs and belly before rising up and grinning wickedly at her, “My turn.”

* * *

Eric’s control hung by a thread. Susan was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. She was a mix of innocence and sexuality that made him need, yes need, to bury himself inside her.

Watching her climax was a sexual act in itself. He’d nearly come just from the sounds she made. Her luscious moans and sweet gasps vibrated along his cock as surely as if he was in her mouth. He’d almost lost it completely when she called his name.

She lay in the chair, replete from the orgasm he’d given her. Eric drank in the sight of her. Her hair spilled around her shoulders in dark, waves. Her deep, chocolate eyes were glazed with satiation and her breasts rose and fell softly with her breathing. Her softening nipples were dark red and swollen from his fondling.

She was the picture of sexual satisfaction.

If he didn’t get inside of her, he was going to explode.

“Stay here.”

He rose and grabbed a condom from the drawer in his bedside table. Wasting no time, he rolled it on as he walked back to where Susan sprawled.

With no ceremony whatsoever grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto her knees over the ottoman, positioned himself behind her and slammed his cock into her.

She arched and cried out at his invasion. Her pussy convulsed around him as she worked to accommodate him. It was too much, he didn’t think he was going to last.

Susan whimpered and writhed under him.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “It’s okay. Just relax.”

He pressed into her, doing his best not to move. He soothed her, stroking and massaging her back until he felt the muscles begin to relax. She was wet, scalding hot and beautifully, swollen. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a fist, but he’d still gone balls deep into her. It was a rare woman that could take all of him given his girth.

Eric’s head dropped back and he continued to grind into her as he waited for her body to relax enough for him to move fully. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on relaxing his lower back to keep his orgasm at bay. He had no intention of coming before he had done everything he intended to do to Susan and that meant fucking her ass.

He’d planned this day over and over in his mind and he was determined to fuck her in each way. Multiple times.

Soon, but not soon enough as far as his cock was concerned, she relaxed.

Eric began to move slowly, pulling out until he was almost completely free and then slamming back into her. She was tight and her pussy sucked at him, clinging deliciously with every stroke.

The pleasure was sublime. He wanted to take up residence in her pussy. To live there day in and day out, fucking her until she couldn’t walk. He wanted her naked and riding his dick permanently.

He groaned as she joined the ride. With each thrust she rotated her hips and pressed back into him, squeezing as she did so. With every retreat, she squeezed and sucked at his cock as if refusing to let him go. She threatened to push him over the edge.

He couldn’t stop himself. He began to pound into her. She rose up on her elbows and braced herself against his onslaught. Her ass jiggled with each thrust and her breath gasped in short, hard bursts, matching his rhythm.

She moaned, but he wanted her screaming.

“Do you like that?” he growled.

“Yes,” she gasped out between thrusts.

“You like my cock in you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

She cried out as he pounded and ground into her relentlessly.

He smacked her ass lightly, “Say it, Susan.”

“Say what?” she ground back against him, making him groan this time.

He slammed into her again and held himself deep. Leaning over he gripped her by her hair and exposed the side of her neck and ear. He licked up her neck and nipped her earlobe hard enough that she yelped.

“Say that you like my cock inside of you. Tell me to fuck you… hard. I want to hear the words.”

She squirmed against him, squeezing his cock as hard as she could. Eric’s muscles clenched and he once again had to focus on relaxing or else he’d shoot his load before he was ready. He yanked her hair gently.

“Say it,” he snapped.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“You know what I want.”

She clenched and unclenched her fists, but finally she said in a voice so low he barely heard her, “Fuck me, Eric. Hard. I love the feel of your cock inside me.”

He gave her what they both wanted then. Pounding into her frantically, until he knew he had to stop or end it then.

He went completely still inside her. She was panting and gripping the edges of the ottoman so tightly, her knuckles were white.

“Eric?” She looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were glassy with arousal and her skin was flushed.

In that moment, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. The sight of her, open and trusting, her pussy filled with his cock gave him with a satisfaction he hadn’t experienced before. Mine, he thought.

Eric reached out and brushed her hair back from her face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’m just looking at you.”

“Did you come?” she frowned at him.

“Not yet, baby. But, have no fear, I’m about to. I’m going to fuck your ass now.”

Chapter 7

She shivered at Eric’s words. If he fucked her ass the way he fucked her pussy, she wasn’t going to be able to sit for a week. Preparation or not.

She had to admit though, his cock was magic. She’d never felt so full, so stretched. Add in the plug in her butt, and the pleasure was overwhelming. She’d been building up to another climax just from the dual penetration and she never came from penetration alone.

He slowly drew the plug from her body leaving her feeling strangely bereft at the emptiness. Before she could contemplate the notion, she felt the tip of his penis probe her anus.

She opened more easily than she’d expected. The plug had obviously helped, but Eric was larger than the toy. A slight burn began where he pressed into her and she tensed.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he urged roaming her buttocks and lower back with warm hands. He rubbed and massaged her tightening muscles. “Just push out like I taught you.”

She did. The burn intensified briefly, but then he was inside of her. To her shock, the pressure of his cock in her anus stimulated her clitoris as if he were fingering it from underneath.

He pressed into her and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure that ran through her.

“Fuck” he groaned into her neck. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned and pressed back into him.

He was hard and thick and she was stretched so tight that she could feel the ridge of his cockhead. Her channel was so sensitized that she imagined she could feel the veins and ridges on his shaft. He hadn’t even moved yet, and she was skyrocketing toward her climax.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, he began to move setting a slow, deliberate pace. He’d pull out to the head and press back into her punctuating each thrust with a fierce grind of his pelvis against her ass.

Goosebumps erupted on her skin and her nipples tightened painfully at the erotic friction. Her pussy clenched with every thrust. She needed more.

“More, Eric,” she panted. “I need more.”

He ignored her and continued to slow-fuck her ass as if he had all of the time in the world.

The pressure in her clit was building, growing higher and higher. Her belly muscles clenched and she ground heavily against him.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You’re killing me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He leaned back slightly and she felt him part the globes of her ass. He ran his thumbs along the cleft as he thrust in and out of her.

“Beautiful,” he said on a groan. “The sight of your tight, little ass taking my cock is fucking unbelievable.”

He ground into her and she felt his penis jerk inside her.

“Eric,” she moaned his name. “Eric, I need more. Please.”

She didn’t really know what she was pleading for; she only knew that the feel of his cock in her ass was intoxicating.

She felt incredibly sexual and just a bit naughty. She’d heard so many negative things about anal sex. About it being deviant. How nice girls didn’t do that sort of thing. Hell, they must never have done it before.

Her body felt alive. Every nerve ending sang and with each thrust of his cock, her nipples rubbed the surface of the ottoman sending streaks of pleasure straight to her clit.

She couldn’t get enough of his cock. She rocked and rubbed and ground herself against him.

He groaned and squeezed her hips. His breathing grew harsh and she reveled in his response. And, just like that, her inhibitions dissolved.

“Eric, I need you to fuck me harder. I need more of you. I want to feel you pounding into me.”

He stilled and she looked over her shoulder at him.

His expression was a mix of shock and anticipation. He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“Like this do you?” he grinned.

“Yes,” she rocked her hips and squeezed. “Please, Eric. Please.”

He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as she clenched around him, but he did as she asked.

Soon, he was pounding into her anus. He gripped her hips tightly. She would have bruises.

Every cell in her body was burning with erotic sensation. She squirmed and writhed. She wanted more and bucked harder against him.

“Susan,” he growled. “I want you to come with me, baby.”

He reached around and pinched her clit, hard.

She screamed as pleasure consumed her. Her orgasm was long and bone deep. The edges of her vision darkened. The noises she made were animalistic and raw.

Eric shuddered and groaned inside her. She felt his penis jerk and reveled in the sense of completion she experienced knowing that he came inside her.

She had just had the most intense orgasm of her life, following the most erotic, unbelievably raw session of sex she ever experienced. She wanted to stay here forever.

* * *

He never wanted to let her go. He’d never had woman respond so voraciously to anal sex. He’d expected to have to coax her through it. Convince her to stay with it through the end.

She’d shocked the hell out of him by taking to it like a duck to water. When she’d begun grinding against him and begging him to fuck her harder, it had taken everything he had not to lose it right then.

He wanted to stay inside her forever, but his cock was softening and making the decision for him.

Eric pulled out slowly. She was going to be sore and he didn’t want to make it worse.

He helped her to her feet and walked her over to the bed.

“Lie down and rest for me. I’ll be right back.”

He disposed of the condom and cleaned up quickly. Grabbing one of the fluffy washcloths he kept in the linen closet, he wet it with some warm water and walked over to Susan.

She lay on her side facing the inside of the bed. Her eyes were closed, her hands were tucked under her head. Her lips were swollen and her nipples were soft, but reddened.

She opened her eyes, and turned her chocolate gaze up to him.

“What?” she asked with a sheepish smile.

“I was thinking that you look well-fucked.”

She flushed a deep red. It was so much fun to make her blush. It started at her hairline and spread down the tops of her breasts.

“That’s not a bad thing, you know,” he said as he began to gently clean her. She jumped a little when he touched her, but soon relaxed.

When he finished, he tossed the cloth in the hamper and climbed into bed, snuggling up against her. She fit into his body as if she’d been made for him. He threw an arm over her waist and buried his face in her hair.

“Susan…” he began.

“Hmmm?” She snuggled closer. She smelled of cinnamon, oranges and him. He liked that. It was very caveman of him, he knew, but so what. She belonged to him now.

“I want to see you again.”

“We live next door to each other. You can’t avoid seeing me.” She chuckled.

He pinched her ass.

“Hey!” She jumped and rubbed the spot he’d pinched.

“I want to date you. I want to take you out. I want to fuck you again. And, more importantly, I don’t want you dating, going out or fucking anyone else. Is that clear?”

She tensed and went still. Too still.

“Is that an order?” she asked quietly almost tentatively.

He rolled her over to face him.

“No, sweetheart,” he stroked her lips lightly with a fingertip. “It’s a request. I may order you around during sex, but I won’t make life decisions for you.”

The tension left her body, but she turned her face away from him.

“I’d like that,” she murmured. She still didn’t look at him though.

“Susan, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really. It’s just…”

“Talk to me.”

“Eric,” she stroked his cheek with a warm palm. “I’m not like this truly. I’ve spent my life repressed and alone. Before the day you saw me in my backyard, I’d never actually touched my own vagina. I just rubbed myself on the outside of my panties.”

She pulled away from him and sat up.

“I’m not really this sexual, empowered creature. I performed for you, yes, but I couldn’t see you. I could pretend to be something I’m not. If you stay with me long enough, you’ll see. I’m a cold fish.”

Her expression was as flat as her voice.

“You could see me today and you were anything but repressed. And anybody who called you a cold fish, I’m assuming some jackass called you a cold fish, clearly didn’t know how to get you going. I don’t have that problem.”

“I know, but…”

Eric placed his fingers over her lips. This beautiful, sexy woman was insecure. He was flabbergasted. Whoever the asshole was, he was lucky he wasn’t standing in front of Eric. He hated guys that beat up a woman’s self-esteem because they were too lazy to figure out what she needed.

“No buts. This is simple. Do you want to date me?” He waited, looking directly into her eyes.

“Yes,” she chewed deliciously on her bottom lip. He couldn’t resist and he reached out with his finger and pressed it into her mouth. She moistened it with her tongue and he circled her nipple with the dampened tip.

She moaned and arched toward him.

“Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes,” she moaned again as he squeezed and rolled her nipple.

“Do you want to fuck me again?”

“Oh, yes,” she gasped as he reached up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He suckled and bit at her leaving it pebbled and red before laying his head back down.

He gripped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes before asking her seriously, “Do you want to be with anyone else?”

“No, Eric. I don’t. I’ve wanted you since I saw you.”

The look in her eyes startled him. Her chocolate gaze was intense and earnest. He saw no calculation in her eyes. She really did want him. With no qualifications. He’d never been accepted for who he was.

This time it was Susan who tilted his chin up.

“Why does that surprise you?” she leaned in and kissed him gently.

“Women usually have strings tied all up and through the way they ‘want’ you.” He made air quotes around the word want.

“Eric, I want you the way you are. I don’t need to play psychologist to anyone. I’ve got my own pile of crazy to deal with. If you think you can handle a sexually repressed, 35-year old who’s just been let out of her cage, I think I can handle a smokin’ hot, self-made man who knocks my socks off with just his smile.”

She grinned at him wickedly as she reached for his penis and squeezed. He rolled her under him so fast she squeaked.

Her breasts were mashed against his chest and she spread her legs to accommodate his hips. He groaned as his cock landed in the cradle of her heat.

“Susan, just try to get rid of me.”

“No thanks, you’re stuck with me now.” She nipped his lower lip, but turned suddenly serious and pulled him close to her. “Eric, I’m serious. I don’t do casual. If you are serious and this wasn’t just some one time thing, then I’m in it with you. But, if not, let’s just call it a day and be done with it. I don’t have another patronizing rejection in me.”

“Susan. I am as serious as a heart attack. I’ve been waiting for a woman who I could be myself with and you’re it. This afternoon was the most natural I’ve ever been able to be with a woman. So, I’ve got to say, I’m not stuck with you. You, sweetheart, are stuck with me.”

He nipped her earlobe and began to drag his hardened penis through her folds.

“Eric,” she breathed on a sigh. “Fuck me again… please.”

“With pleasure, baby.”

And he did, many times.

About the Author

Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all, Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mate. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.

In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.

Copyright

Copyright 2011 Gillian Colbert

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Content

Gillian Colbert
COMING OUT OF HER SHELL

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About the Author

Copyright