Need of Service.
23:59 Feb 18 2007
Times Read: 2,012
As she was the only one in the office, all was quite except for her music playing. Another Friday night working late, followed by another weekend at home, alone. She glanced out the window, seeing the darkness. Thing about the dark- it show how little light you have in your life. She picked up the keyboard and pulled out his business card. She remembers how he brushed her nipple with it, telling her to call if she needed him for anything. She moved the card, repeating his actions, her nipple as hard tonight as it had been a few weeks ago. He had finished by sliding the it between her breast, then strutted out of her office…that nice shape ass… she bite her bottom lip as the player started another song, Kelly Clarkson’s Miss Independent.
As the music started she closed her eyes and let her mind take her were she wanted to be. Him sitting in her office, sitting in one of the matching chairs in front of her desk. She wore a black business suite of pants, blouse, vest and jacket. Her hair up in a comb, she wore the small glasses she wears to read, low heels. She stands as the song starts, coming around the desk, and singing along with the song.
“Miss independent. Miss self-sufficient. Miss keep your distance, mmmm” She pulls off the jacket, seeing his sexy blue eyes, the smile that screamed sin. She stands in front of him, and starts to unbutton the tight vest. “Miss unafraid. Miss out of my way. Miss don't let a man interfere, no.” The vest drops to the floor as she sees him lean back in the chair, his tone body relaxing.
“Miss on her own. Miss almost grown. Miss never let a man help her off her throne.” She unbuttons her blouse, slowly, his eyes following her ever move. Red lace pop against her pale skin, as well as the black blouse. She smiled as he shifted in his seat, moving his position. She looked down to see his jeans were tight in one area.
“So, by keeping her heart protected. She'll never, ever feel rejected. Little miss
apprehensive. Said ooh, she fell in love.” She pulls the blouse free of the pants, leaving it open, hanging free as she moves to the beat of the music as the tempo speeds up.
“What is this feeling taking over? Thinking no one could open the door.” She twists her hips as she moves her hands to cup her breast, her head thrown back, hands moving to her waist. “Surprise, it's time, to feel what's real. What happened to miss independent's no longer need to be defensive? Goodbye, old you, when love, is true.” He watches as her hands move between her legs, cuping herself.
The song slows back down and her hands move to the blouse, removing it. “Misguided heart .Miss play it smart. Miss if you wanna use that line, you better not start, no.” Cold air hit her back as she removes the blouse, letting it fall into his lap. She smiles, turns around, and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra.
“But she miscalculated. She didn't wanna end up jaded. And this miss decided not to miss out on true love.” Once unhooked, she looks over her shoulder, and throws it to him. He catches it, and she turns, her hands covering her breast, but the size leaving plenty to see.
She moves between his legs and lets her breast go, leaning in to look at his sexy blue eyes… but his eyes were on her breast. She gave her shoulders a little shake and her full breast swayed in movement. He bites his bottom lip and she got even hotter for this man.
“So, by changing a misconception. She went in a new direction.” She lean into him and his eyes moved up, his head back. She moves her hands to his chest and rubs his body from shoulders, downward, feeling the strength hidden. “And found inside, she felt a connection. She fell in love.” She bends down and just places her lips on his, when the song speeds up, making her pull away, reaching to remove her hair clip, and glasses as she swayed to the music, hips in a circular motion, her breast bare for him to see.
“What is this feeling taking over? Thinking no one could open the door. Surprise, it's time, to feel what's real.” She drops her clip and the glasses on the desk, her back to him. Going down in a squat, she twisted her hips in a wide circle as she raised back up. She turns back to him, hand going to her pants zipper at the side. She lowers it as he watches, his legs stretched out in front of him, boxing her in. “What happened to miss independents no longer need to be defensive? Goodbye, old you, when love, is true, when love, is true.”
To the slower beat, she pushed her pants off her hips, down her thighs, and letting them fall to the floor. She steps out of the shoes as she went to him in just a pair of red lace boy short panties. “When miss independent walked away. No time for love that came her way.” She places her knee between his legs, and she takes her hand to the front of his jeans, finding him hard. “She looked in the mirror and thought today. What happened to miss no longer afraid?” He let out a deep breath as she rub him hard, leaning in to lick at the side of his neck. “It took some time for her to see. How beautiful love could truly be.” She speaks for the first time, her voice husky. “Not in love, but I sure am in lust.” His laughter fills the room as she until she bites his earlobe. “No more talk of why can't that be me. I'm so glad I've finally seen.”
He turns and catches her lips, thrusting his tongue into her, as his hands pull her down to lay across his lap. The music goes faster, adding to the rush to touch, taste each other. “What is this feeling taking over? Thinking no one could open the door. Surprise, it's time, to feel what's real.” His hand cup her breast, taking it to his mouth as he ended the kiss, sucking her in deep as she let out a sound of need, a demand for more. “What happened to miss independent's no longer need to be defensive? Goodbye, old you, when love, is true. When love, is true.”
She felt her own breast tighten as the fantasy ends with the song. She reached for the remote and turned the stereo off, and picked up the phone, dialing his number before she could talk herself out of it. After 4 rings, his machine picked up.
“Uh…” Now what? I am calling to see if you want to have sex? “I just…” What? Say something, stupid. “I found your card and …” She rolled her eyes, and bites her lip, trying to find something to say… and the recording time ended. She turned the phone off and carefully placed it back on her desk. She removed her glasses, folding them, and placed them by the phone. Then she dropped her head hard on the desk. “Kill me now.”
An hour later, she was putting her key in the door of her home when he spoke from behind her. “Susan.” She screamed, turns to see him one-step below her on the stairs. “What are you doing here?” “I got your message…or at least I got your call on my caller ID.” He smiles, stepping up to crowd her on the small landing. “Oh…” Of course, he would have caller ID. “I came by to see if you …” He leans into her, pushing her against the door. “... need me for anything? Any service you need?” Her face went hot as well as other parts of her body with that offer.
She smiles and tries to think of something to say, but she could only look up at his eyes. He spoke, his tone low, leaning in as a lover would to whisper secrets to his lover. Damn, get control girl! she told herself.
“Maybe we can go out to a bar, get a drink? Listen to some music?” She smiled, her fantasy coming back to her. “Do you like Kelly Clarkson?” He gives her a smile, and she places her hand on his chest. “I called because I wanted to spend some time with you.” She confessed. “I tracked you down, finding you home address in a very illegal way, because I want you to.”
“How about we stay here?” She asked him, her body leaned into his of its own will, demanding to be near him. He unlocked the door, pushing it open, taking the key out as she step inside, turning a light switch on. “Maybe you can let me hear Kelly Clarkson.” Her laughter was the last sound you hear before the door closes.
Copyright: Feb. 2007 SKW
Animal Attraction.
04:45 Feb 18 2007
Times Read: 2,023
She walks out of the bedroom drying her hair, walking toward the kitchen, passing thru the dinning room. As she enters the dark dinning room, she felt his presence, his hunger. The windows let in little light of the new moon, a time when she learned to expect anything from her mate.
“Come here.” He spoke, commanding her. She went toward the voice and felt his hand snake out to grab her wrist. She lost her footing as he tugged her to him, moving her to stand in front of him. He was sitting in one of the chairs, she heard the sound of ice cubes in a glass as she pictured him drinking something. She knew it would be whiskey, his favorite drink.
She felt his hand drop from her wrist, and she waited. Knowing he had little problem seeing her in the dark, she was not surprised when he found the belt of her robe on the first try. She let the towel drop out of her hand as he pulled the robe from her body, leaving her nude, little damp from the shower.
“How is my mate?” He asked, and she knew he would stop, leave her alone if she asked it of him. She did not wish to ask it of him, saying instead “Missing our mating, as you are.” She felt his hands at her knees, one cold from the drink. They moved to the back of her thigh and she was lead forward, until she was sitting on his lap, facing him. A low growl sound came from him, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the power he released with it.
His hands traveled up her back, strong and gentle at the same time on her. His lips touched her own, and they kissed, soft and slow. She knew he would not be gentle much longer, so she enjoyed these precious moments. Her hands moved to tangle into his long hair, silky and dark. She smelled his musky scent as his desire, his animal, came closer to the surface.
She felt his hands at her breast, cupping them, taking the weight into his hands. As he pinched her nipples, twisting them, she gasp, the kiss ending as she took deep breaths to handle the power from him. His jeans rub her skin, his mouth taking a breast in, sucking at the nipple, biting at the harden bud, then took as much of her inside his mouth as he could. His teeth were sharp, his growl low, and she took a deep breath as he bite a little at her softness.
His hand playing with her other breast, twisting it in a tight hold. She felt the pain of his touch, felt his control slip even more. Her hands grip his hair, tugging hard at it, and he let her breast go. Her mate would never hurt her, always paid attention to her when she asked him to stop. Tonight… tonight his control was a little weaker, she could feel it, and the animal a little more untamed. She felt a slow growl start low in her throat, as his called to her own.
She felt is hands move to her back, going up in the center, his eyes on her breast. When he lower his hands back down, his nails dug into her skin. She arched her back forward, head thrown back as her own animal rushed forward and she let it out to play a little. While she was not of his power, she still felt the pull of her mate. He had chosen to mate with her, a question she has never been brave enough to ask why.
His lips licked at hers, and she opens her mouth to let her breath merge with his. A way of marking her she learned, putting his scent on her as his. Once she understood, she enjoyed his licks, his show of possession. She returned the lick, moving to lick him from his adams apple, under his chin to his own lips, a low growl came from him.
His hands squeeze her breast, then release them, squeeze them again. Her hands travel out of his hair, moving to stroke his shoulders, down his arms, finding his chest bare. His hardness felt at her stomach, she moved her hands to cover his at her breast, her breathing growing labored. “I feel your animal… it calls to me.” He speaks to her, his voice different then before. “You bring out the animal in me…when we touch.” She confesses to him. One hand moves off her breast, going between her legs. He strokes her damp hair, finding what he wanted. She bite her lower lip, a small moan she did not even know she let out, fills the quite home as he starts to explore her. She pushes his hand downward, guiding him.
The pinching of her nipple makes her cry out and his lips are at her neck. He whispers in her ear “You seem to enjoy that quite a bit. I will have to remember that.” She grunted as he peels back her skin to find her nub, stroking it as fingers slip into her wet heat. A hard pinch to her nibble was all she needed to cum for him, body tighten then relaxing. He smiles, his face of a male who knew he is able to please his mate.
One hand tangle into his hair, the other holding him between her legs, she speaks softly “It feels so good to have you inside me, mate.” He strokes her, rubbing her hot wet walls, getting her ready for his cock. “I have just started.” He speeds up the stroking and she clutches at his hand, his cock straining against his jeans. Her soft scream of release, the wet heat coating his fingers added to his pride of his mate.
He watches as she bites her bottom lip, eyes closed. He slowed his strokes to give her time to catch her breath, and to slow down the pleasure. While he can last- she did not have his strength. She opens her eyes and he watched as she looked toward him, knowing she is unable to see him. Her hand moves off his own at her crotch and moves to the front of his jeans.
The hand moves to stroke him, his cock pushing against the zipper. He speeds up his fingers, opening them wide inside her, and she pauses in her movements. “Have to ready you for my size.” He watched as she lower her head, a soft growl escape her mouth. His mate was small, the need to have her ready for him great. Her hand moving back to his cock, she rubbed at him thru the fabric. She reached for his zipper and he stop her, pushing her body off his lap so he could lift his hips, taking the jeans down to his knees. A strong arm around her waist pulled her back to his lap, and the scent of his animal floated, mixing with her own scent. He took a deep breath, her scent what made him notice her at the beginning.
He starts to rub at her again, his fingers strong, demanding of her. She caught her breath, stun at how easy this man can make her cum at his will. She clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, as his thumb rub her clit, dropping her face to his shoulder as another climax took control of her body. She felt his teeth at the back of her neck, and she growls, unaware of how often she makes the sound. He knew, and it was getting to be more often.
Her small hand moved back to stroking him, his cock hard, but dry. She did not grip him tightly, but used her nails on him, teasing him. The tip especially teased with them, and her palm. His hand moves from her breast as he sucks it into his mouth, the nipple tongued, grabbing her ass, his finger moving over her anus as he bites at her nipple. She aches her back, her hand grips him tightly as she screams out in pleasure. He holds still, given her a moment to catch her breath. When she is able, she asks him “What does my mate want from me?” “You will find out.” He answers.
His strong hands move to her hips, lifts her up with ease, taking her downward, telling her “Put me inside you.” She holds his cock as he slides into her half way. Griping his arms, nails biting into his skin, she is stretch to his size. As his control is weak, his animal released, he was always bigger. He fought to hold back, but her heat was too much. He lifted her, then slam her downward, impaling her with his cock. She screams out, her head thrown back, her legs tighten around his thighs.
He could not hold back. He lifts her upward, plunging her downward. As he did this motion repeatedly, the pressure started to ease on her, his balls wet by her juices. He waited before he moved on. When her hands moved to his shoulders and he felt her legs doing some of the lifting, he knew it was the right time. As she started toward another climax, he moves his hand to her ass again, and slides a finger into her tight anus. This is all she needs, her nails tearing into his shoulders as he slides another, then a third into her. She released a long growl, and he joined in, his hand moving back to her hips, taking back control of the rhythm.
She felt sweat fall off her face as he made her cum again, and again, unable to hold back like him. When she felt his fangs at her breast, she grabs at his hair…but stops herself before she could pull him off. What would happen if she let go, if she gave into her desire? She felt the sharp pain of his bite, the pressure of his sucking, and her own control slip. She pulled at his hair, hard, and he let her go. She growled because she felt like it, aware of doing it, then she scratched his chest from top to bottom as she lifted herself off him, marking him as hers. He hissed at the pain, watching as she step back, turning, and bending over at the waist, giving herself to him.
Standing, the blood from his chest wounds falling in drops onto her back, her ass, he wanted to slap her ass, teach her a lesson…but his animal had other needs. He takes his hot wet cock and placed it at her opening. A small push to start, then he moved his hands to her hips. He paused, fighting for control, not willing to hurt his mate. She looks over her shoulder, and spoke, her voice like a growl. “Mark me as yours. Take me.” She pushed backward, and he could not stop himself. He grabs her hips and thrust his hips forward, yanking her backward. She screamed, one foot stepping forward to brace her body as he starts a fast thrusting motion, her breast swaying with each one.
Her nails strike at the sides of his chest, and he felt his skin tear. He watched as she took the blood to her lips, licking her fingers clean. He growls, and she felt his arm slide around her waist, the other between her legs, stroking her. She covered his hand, enjoying how he touched her, sliding his fingers into her, finding the G spot to rub as he thrust into her. She felt her body weaken as she climaxed again, her body tighten around his fingers, her hand holding him there, as he continues to pound into her from behind.
She felt his hand move away from her, going to her hips. She felt the energy change, peak, as his growls change to grunts. She felt her breast swaying even more as he finished with several deep hard thrust, getting all his seed into her. Holding her hips, his breathing coming back to normal with her own, she knew he was the only thing keeping her upright was his hold on her as he pulled her upright, kissing her shoulder, the back of her neck.
“Are you alright?” He asks her, and she smiles. “Yes. I am better then alright.” His lips kiss her upper back softly, and he holds her loosely in his arms. A few minutes later, he pulled out of her, her body drained and sore. She felt his body move, lifting her into his arms. She felt his soft kiss on her lips, as she closed her eyes, arms going around his shoulders. She heard his legs move, kicking off the jeans at his ankles, away from his bare feet.
He carries her to their bed, using one hand to pull back the covers. Laying her down on the bed, he joined her, licking her lips. The last thing she remembers before sleep claims her is his arms wrapping around her, pulled into his chest, held tightly to her mate’s warmth and the scent that was them.
Copyright: Feb. 2007 SKW
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