10 comments/ 27920 views/ 15 favorites No Strings Attached Ch. 02 By: sexysassyme After he left she lay in a daze, revelling in the pleasurable ache between her legs. She hadn't felt this sensation in such a long time and in the midst of the meandering thoughts swirling around her head she realised, at that moment, she hadn't even asked him his name. Oh well... no emotional entanglements was exactly the kind of relationship she was after in the first place. And that's what she'd got. She reached down and touched herself. Her centre was tender, hot from friction, swollen and oh so sweetly wet and she couldn't stop the smile that came to her lips. She didn't need to go onto Literotica's website for stimulating reading or summon up some fantasy to get off on. Memories were indeed made of moments like this... ***************** Days passed and he still hadn't called. Even as she went about the business of living she was unconsciously anticipating hearing from him, every so often checking her e-mail and her mobile. She could not help but replay over and over their encounter. She loved what they'd done, how he had taken control, and how he'd made her feel. And she greedily wanted more. Unfortunately the more she thought about it the more she realised that they couldn't get together again. This was supposed to be a 'no strings attached' relationship, but when he looked at her it was as if he could see through to her very soul. Damn, she knew it sounded corny, but she was left feeling vulnerable and defenceless and she didn't want to feel that way ever again. After she'd broken up with the 'The Jerk' it had taken her a long time to find some sort of equilibrium. She was now in a good place -- okay, sometimes it felt like she was sleep-walking through life -- but she was happier than she had been in a long time, and she didn't want to mess with that. Feeling a bit braver since her first and mostly successful foray into the casual dating scene she went back to her favourite website to see what else might be out there. It was the usual dross, but in a moment of extreme daring, perhaps with just a touch of madness, she placed her own ad. She read it and reread it once more. And again feeling the warmth of a blush moving up her neck and onto her face she took a deep breath, paused only for a split second before she could change her mind and hit the send button. I'm fed up with being Miss Sweetness & Light I want to be corrupted! How would you like to be my partner in crime? Are you a charming and attractive rogue of the old school who will show me how to get in touch with my inner tart? All of my friends think I'm sweetness and light, but occasionally I want to give full rein to my darker side... with my legs and mouth open wide, I want to suck, and fuck and come over and over and over again, neither caring or worrying what the consequences will be. I know that if I don't do this now I'll probably never take the opportunity again. I'll always wonder about what might have been instead of smiling inwardly about what really was instead. So are you the right rogue for the job? If so, send a photo and tell me how you think you can help me become a little slut. Maybe, just maybe if you play your cards right I'll be YOUR little slut! Now all she had to do was be patient. ***************** She didn't have long to wait. The responses started coming in and didn't stop for days. Regrettably, in the end, none of the replies intrigued her like his advert had. Then she got a reply to the ad from him! Why had he waited so long to get in contact. Why? And how did he know that she sent this ad in? She was so angry that she didn't read his e-mail right away. Curiosity, however, got the better of her. She gave in. All it said is "Patience is a virtue." The next day another e-mail from him, "So you want to be corrupted do you?" Another day, another email, "Don't you know? You're already a little slut. MY little slut!" Day four and when she checked her e-mail there was nothing. She went from being angry to being furious. Why the hell was he messing with her? When she got home a weighty envelope was lying on her doormat. She opened it to find a card encased by Japanese tissue paper. Venue: Rooftop Studio The Zetter Hotel (Clerkenwell Road) Date:30th May Time: 10 p.m. Dress: Surprise me (oh, and bring your dancing shoes) A car will come and collect you at 9.15. Don't keep me waiting! This was getting more intriguing by the moment and she love to be intrigued. Damn him! This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Clerkenwell Road was near one of her favourite nightclubs, but she'd never heard of the hotel. According her favourite style website, The Zetter was all "cutting-edge design, with the clever and ironic contrasts and clashes of modern styles that you'd expect from an establishment embodying London's eastside renaissance." After checking it out online she knew that she was going to be in for a fantastic night. "I wonder if I'll be able to get an appointment with my beautician?" She wondered aloud, as she walked into her bedroom to plan her outfit. ***************** I glide unhurriedly through the lobby to the lift when all I want to do was to stop and stare. It is beautiful. Anxiety grips my insides as I enter the lift and press the button for the studio. I take a few calming breaths as the lift ascends to the top floor. One last deep breath, exhaling slowly and knock on the door. "Hi" I greet him and cocked my head to look him up and down. I may have licked my lips. He is rockin' my world and he hasn't even opened his mouth. He looks divine – a vintage distressed T-shirt clings to his gym-honed chest, jeans that hang on to his hips as if their very existence depended on it and he's wearing my favourite old school trainers. He does he same. I know I look good and I am feeling good. I'm waxed, plucked, buffed and glossed. Wearing a ruby red off the shoulder knee-length sheath, which looks fabulous against my brown skin. The dress clings to my breasts, skims over the rest of my body and ends just below my knees. I'm wearing gorgeous amethyst suede 1930's inspired peep-toe heels with the palest pink painted toes peeping through. My makeup is simple for the most part, except for the attention paid to my eyes, using smoky eye shadow to highlight them as I think they're my best feature. He laughs, reaches out to grab my hand and pulls me into the suite. The massive bed dominates the room so you can't help but focus on it. The tools are ready: cutthroat, shaving brush, shaving soap, towel and a small bowl of water for rinsing. "Take off your clothes and lie on the bed. Leave the shoes on." He commands. I don't bother to question him, just look him in the eyes and comply. I turn and walk to the bed, making sure to swing my hips a bit. Crawling into the middle of the bed, I flip onto my front, cross my legs, lean back on my elbows and wait. He walks over to the bed, looking down at me. His eyes, hungry and hot, sweep my entire body. "Spread 'em." He whispers the command in a voice that sounds like peat-rich whisky. I spread my legs languidly, feeling myself swell and growing moist just from his voice and those crystalline eyes roaming over my body. My lids slip close and I feel the bed dip as he makes his way over to me. I can feel him studying my pussy intently as if trying to learn all of it's hidden secrets. He reaches down, spreads my pussy lips apart and runs his finger up and down, never lingering long and occasionally slipping the digit deep inside me, slowly finger fucking me before he retreats and the teasing begins again. I try to clutch at his finger, but he slips free. I moan in frustration and he leans up to place a lingering kiss on my lips. His head then dips lower and places a very chaste kiss on each nipple. They tighten into throbbing points as he voluptuously swirls his tongue around them. Even when he pulls away, I keep my lids closed and I hear him lather the shaving brush and he sets about his work. My body can't decide whether it should be scared or turned on at having a cutthroat so close, but his touch is sure yet tender, so I decide to lay back and enjoy. My limbs grow heavy, languorous and I sink further into the bed listening to the rasp of the razor on my skin. I feel the warmth of the cloth as he wipes away the extra lather. He gently pats my flesh dry and proceeds to rub moisturizing lotion into all the nooks and crannies, not leaving any space untouched. I start to burn. Hotter. "Don't move." He commands. The bed shifts as he removes the tools of his trade from the bed. The bed dips on his return. I open my eyes finally to catch him gazing down at me. Again the intensity of his stare leaves me unsettled so l let my lids drift close once more as he moves between my thighs. He reaches up; taking an extra pillow from beside my head with one hand, while the other gently urges my hips upward to stuff it beneath my bum then grabs my left ankle. In a moment of whimsy I wondered if he likes the way my pale pink toes compliment my shoes, but the thought doesn't last very long. He starts to kiss his way up my leg, paying particular attention to the back of my knee. I had no idea it was an erogenous zone, but he knows exactly what he is doing so I add it to my list of favourite places to be kissed. As he moves up my thigh I could feel my pussy weeping as it clenches in anticipation of him moving closer. I feel the warmth of his breath moving near to my nether lips. He blows gently before planting a quick kiss and then grabs my right ankle. "So soft." I hear him whisper underneath his breath. Why is he torturing me? Our interactions are teaching me to be patient. I'm usually not one to linger on foreplay. I love the main event. Love to feel the heat of a hot cock inside my cunt. Love to feeling the of tightening my muscles around a cock. Adore the involuntary spasms that my cunt goes into as I climax, milking my lover's cock of his cum, his gratified weight atop me as we both try to catch our breath. "Please. Please." I beg in a whisper. He stops kissing my leg. "Please what? What do you want, little girl?" He starts to kiss my ankle again. I'm almost sobbing with frustration. "Lick me," I moan huskily. He ignores my pleas even though he asked and leisurely kisses his way up my leg. He can't ignore my pussy now. He uses his thumbs to spread the outer lips and opens me up. "Look at me. Don't you dare look away." He orders and then proceeds to kiss, suck and lick my cunt into submission all the while keeping his eyes locked with mine. So hot... He licks me starting at the bottom of my pussy and ends at the top, and then he does a mind-blowing swirl thing on my clit that nearly sends me into the stratosphere. Spreading my pussy even wider with his fingers, he slips his tongue inside to lick my inner lips, using his tongue like a mini cock he slowly starts to fuck me with it. Every so often he allows his teeth to graze against my clit and the tension builds higher. I can't keep my eyes open. I breathe slowly and watch the mad-crazy colours whirling beneath my closed eyelids. He starts to suck on my clit with increasing force, and pushes a finger into my heat, fucking me with increasing speed. I bite my lip trying to hold in my moans, but they escape still escape from deep within my throat. I push my pussy into his face and grab the back of his head, holding him to me, pulling him tighter against me. I arch upwards, twisting into the feeling, yet wanting to get away at the same time, fearing for my sanity. My body tightens, my breath quickens. I start to splinter and my juicy, juicy cunt spews molten cream onto his face and down onto my arse and onto the bed. He looks up, his face wet with my juices before moving up to kiss me, his weight settling on me. I smile against his lips, as I taste myself. ***************** Once I assure myself that my knees won't give out beneath me, I get up and walk to the shower, noting the hotel just happens to stock my favourite moisturizer. After showering I squirt out the scented lotion and slather it all over my body. When I stand up straight again, our eyes meet in the bathroom mirror through the open door. I smile slightly at him. "What this about me needing dancing shoes then? But before you answer that, you've GOT to feed me." ***************** As we walk to the nightclub he grabs my hand. I look down and notice the differences between us, the contrasts of our skin colour – him so lightly tanned and me so dark. I like it. We're waved through and a security guard attaches a VIP tag to our wrists. I feel the bass getting stronger. I get more and more excited. The crowds grow denser as we make our way through the rooms. The thumping bass moves through my body. I let go of his hand and allow myself to be swept away. Gradually I make my way to the source of the bass and start to dance. I close my eyes, and start to dance; letting the music wash over me, let it transport me to where nothing matters but the music... I don't know how long I dance, but I feel good, very sweaty, but good. I come to, realising that I am thirsty and that I had accidentally on purpose lost him. Suddenly I feel the warmth of someone's breath on the back of my neck and know it's him. I feel the unyielding press of his thighs against me, the crush of hot, writhing bodies surrounding us. The dark, damp heat almost threatens to stifle me. The heavy thud of the bass pulsates through my body, drops of sweat trickle down my back and down my cleavage. My hips move relentlessly, in perfect time with his, as if they had disengaged from my brain. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck, and the smile on his lips as he sings in my ear. "Time marches on never ending. Time keeps it's own time. Here we stand at the beginning..." I turn to kiss him and he lets me take the lead. His tongue follows my silent instructions even as I press myself against him. I can feel my nipples poke into his chest, his hardness grinding into my stomach. I grab his cock and start to caress his as I deepen the kiss. He leads me into a darkened corner and we kiss like teenagers all darting tongues and clashing teeth; sloppy, wet, long kisses. I move my leg up and around his hip onto his arse grinding myself into his cock. My thong is so wet it offers me no protection as it slip-slides with my motion. My naked cunt makes contact with the rough denim of his jeans and I come fast and hard with him sucking hungrily on my neck. I'm so hot for him; I'm going out of my mind. I grab his hand and make my way to the loos in the VIP area. I can't believe that I'm about to act out a cliché, but I am insatiable. My pussy feels eager and inflamed, but this is his time. The men's loos are usually less busy than the ladies so I lead the way, after asking security for directions. Two men look up from the urinals. "Gentlemen." I smile in acknowledgement as we make our way to one of the cubicles. Locking the door I turn around. Leaning back against the door I watch him watching me. I bend into him and kiss him. "I have to taste you." I whisper and drop to my knees. I unbutton his jeans and pull out his hard, thick cock, my hands dark against his paler skin. Poor guy, I think to myself, it must have been painful trying to keep this buttoned up. This is the first time I've had a chance to really look at it so that's what I do. He's beautiful; at least eight succulent inches or more and oh-so-gorgeously thick with a large mushroom head -- a large purple and angry looking head. Looking it straight in the 'eye' I pause and take in its beauty before getting started. My mouth waters. I blow softly onto the head, he jumps, and I lick the whole tip, using my tongue to lick up, around and down the sides. He's slick now and slides into my mouth easily. I lick his entire shaft like a lollipop. Covering my teeth with my lips I glide the head inside and lick the sensitive side underneath using the tip and flat of my tongue. I then swallow him whole, my nose tickled by his pubic hair as I take as much of his length into my mouth as possible. I can taste his precum, firing up my taste buds and making me ravenous for the outcome. In the background I hear him moaning. I'm trying to relax my jaw, but he's a big boy. I slowly pull the entire length out of my mouth, 'scraping' my lips along the length of his cock. I look up at him, his lids are screwed tightly shut and the sounds coming out of his mouth will definitely alert any newcomers what we're up to. He grabs the back of my head gently and then with increasing pressure as I start to bob up and on him for a while. I hear him moan and I start to laugh around him. I am all-powerful as I feel his breath stuttering, so I slow things down slightly. He's not the only one who can tease. Releasing him from my mouth, I kiss his inner thighs then trail my lips upward to his stomach, licking his abs. I know the power of the stop and start blowjob, so I stand up and start to suck on his neck and his lips and just as he starts to kiss me back I lean over to his ear. "I love your cock," I smile. "It's beautiful and I can't wait for you to cum inside me later on." Keeping eye contact with him I lower myself to my knees again. I cup his balls and start to lick the head again, delicately probing his hole with my tongue. I take all of him in my mouth again and then change the focus on the top of his dick. Moving slowly at first then quicken the speed, I use my hand to clasp the base of his shaft. I start to move my hand up and down in time with my mouth, giving him a hand job and blowjob at the same time. Between my spit and his precum things are getting really wet and hot. I can feel him tightening up so I start to suck him, playing at being a 'Hoover' for all I'm worth. "Here it comes, babe." He groans. "Fuck...oh, fuck-it-ty fuck. Fuck that's good!" He starts to cum and I try to swallow it all, but some of it dribbles down the side of my chin. I remove my mouth and keep stroking him until his breath returns to normal. I delicately kiss the head of his cock and pull his briefs and jeans up. He looks dazed. I smile a slightly smug smile and enjoy being deliciously debauched as I lead him out of the cubicle. I stop to check my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are bright, my lipstick's gone and my lips are swollen, but who cares. I didn't think the flush could be seen on my dark skin, but there's a rosy glow underneath the brown. I decide that I like this new look as I delicately wipe the corner of my mouth and smile at the gawking guys holding their dicks. ***************** We dance some more, drink some and generally have a great time. I usually don't like going one-on-one to a club, but he's fantastic company and a very good dancer so I'm happy. It's early in the morning as we head back to the hotel. The first pinkish rays of the sun lighten the summer night's sky, while the stars still try to twinkle, but fight a losing battle. We kiss all the way up to the studio in the lift. I kiss the back of his neck as he opens the door. We're in. He grabs me and pushes me back against the door and we devour each other. I can't seem to get enough of him. I'm voracious, I'm thinking with my pussy and I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life. He bites my neck and I know that even though my skin is dark that he's going to leave marks. I don't care. I can't think. I've lost all reason. He turns me around roughly and I start to rub my nipples against the door. As he unzips my dress his kisses down my back as he lays bare my skin. My dress drops to the floor and I'm left in my thong and strapless bra. No Strings Attached Ch. 02 Chapter 2 "More than a concept..." Man, that wasn't bad. Old Timmy has some skills. I got it made. Watching the game, drinking a beer, just dropped a nut. That whole thing was like what, five minutes? And it didn't cost a dime. "The fucking three yard line. Shit! Those assholes haven't been able to do that all season." "Yeah, no shit. You would think with all that talent they would be able to move the ball three yards," Tim said taking a sip of his beer. That was like winning the lottery. No fuss. No bullshit. If I won the lottery what would I do? I would blow the money trying to get a nut. Holy shit brother. You just won the lottery! "I knew it." The Cowboys were setting up to kick a field goal. "That's ridiculous," Tim said disgusted. Now if he was a chick this would be the part where I would have to say how great it was and all that bullshit. He doesn't give a shit about that. He could care less about what I think. It was pretty fucking good. It was at least as good as Tina. No actually, I think it was better. She won't let me cum in her mouth like that. Damn I liked that. "They are going to loose this. You can see it right now. They are not playing as a team." "They need to get their shit together. How much money is that on the field? Let's see, eleven guys at what, couple hundred thou a piece at least," Tim mused. Let's face it. My roommate sucks a pretty mean cock. I bet he has done that before. He swallowed it all. Didn't even hesitate. He wants a blowjob in return. That's what he wants. If I were him...that's what I'd want. "Got any money on this?" "Are you kidding?" Tim laughed. It's only a dick. I got one. There's nothing wrong with mine. It's got to be easier than licking pussy. I do that all the time. I'm going to need another beer. "Beer?" "Sure." Man we need to clean this kitchen up. What? Only four beers left. "Here you go man." "Thanks," Tim said taking the beer. "By the way...that was excellent." "Not bad, huh?" Tim said with a grin. I guess it's now or never. I can do this. "Dude...you want one?" "Sure." I knew it. Ok, I got this. It's just a dick. What could be easier than sucking a dick? Oh shit...there it is. Looks pretty decent. Nice and hard. At least I don't have to worry about that. OK, deep breath...here we go. Wow, it's warm. OK, so far so good, there's the head. I got this. Man I must have five inches in my mouth. It just seems to fit. I never really thought about that. Kinda feels good. Oh man he just throbbed. Shit that's pretty hot. OK, let's try that head again. Yeah, cool. I love it when Tina traces her tongue around this. Let's see what that is like. What was that? Oh shit...he's moaning. Oh fuck yeah...I got this. Old Timmy boy digs my action. Let's see what he thinks about my tongue going up his slit. "Mmmmmm....." Hell yeah. This is easy. How long have I wondered what this feels like? Shit, forever. This isn't bad at all. I'm going to suck the hell out of this. Mother fucker sure likes to moan. Let's see if I can get the whole thing in my mouth. Fuck! Those are his pubes tickling my nose. I am the man! Oh I got this cock thing totally under control. OK, he is getting pretty worked up. Just don't think about it. Stay focused. This cock feels pretty cool. I kinda dig the way it's hard, yet soft. I never realized it would be like this. What's that? Oh man he's leaking. Shit, he's probably pretty close to blowing. That doesn't taste bad. Hell I thought it would be bad. He took my load without even blinking. I've got to do the same for him. I can do it. Just don't think about it. Man he's fucking my mouth with that thing. That's pretty hot! Come on man...give it to me. Give me the dick baby! I am the man! Here it comes man, here it comes. "Oh fuck...oh shit...Arrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!!" Aw shit man...this guy hadn't cum in a year. Look at all this cum! Oh fuck that's hot...the way his cock pulses...then spurts. Shit... give it to me dude! Do I cum this much? Man it's everywhere. It's so warm... Hey that wasn't bad. Pretty erotic actually. Look, there's a little left on the tip. I bet he digs this. I'll just run my tongue over there... Let's see if I can get this thing back in his pants. Wow man, I just sucked dick. And swallowed every drop. Who's your daddy? I fucking sucked a big ole dick! Who's the man? I am the MAN! "Beer?" "Sure." Hell that made my cock hard. If we don't watch out we're going to be singing Liza Minnelli tunes around here. Fuck only two beers left. Nice and cold. Cum doesn't taste bad. Everybody says it tastes bad. That's bullshit. That wasn't bad. Fucking green pea soup tastes bad. Diet Pepsi tastes bad. That wasn't bad at all. "Here you go man." "Thanks dude." No Strings Attached Ch. 02 He moves my hands out of the way as I go to unclip my bra. After removing my bra he slides my thong down my legs. He places a burning, moist kiss on each bum cheek and turns me around. I kick off my shoes. He towers over me. We kiss. He plunges two fingers in me and starts to fuck with his fingers. He leads me to the bed. Damn it feels so good I want to scream. I can't. I want to moan. Nothing comes out. I try to catch my breath, but the feeling is so intense I feel like I'm running out of air. He pulls out of me and pushes me down on the bed. I crawl backwards and lay with my legs open, one hand rubbing my soaking pussy the other pulls and plucks my nipple, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as he removes his clothing. My whole body is humming with lust, my breasts feel full, my nipples taut and hard. He looks down at me and I meet his gaze. I want to say something, but I can't seem to get my brain to multitask. I'm happy just to look at him, rub my pussy and pinching my nipple. My brain finally engages, my mouth opens slowly and I husk, "Fuck me." He continues to look down at my hand in my pussy. "Who said you could touch MY pussy? Get your hand out of MY pussy." He growls gutturally. I smile and remove my hand only to bring it up to my lips to taste myself, waiting for him to make his move. He reaches down and licks my sopping pussy from top to bottom, paying particular attention to my clit. He lifts both my legs onto his shoulders and he positions his cock at my entrances. His cock nudges my pussy and thrusts home. I catch my breath as my pussy gives, stretching open to accommodate his girth. I wonder again at the size of him, but all logical thought escapes me as he starts to move. He shows me no mercy as he fucks me senseless, no warm up just bam! Never altering his pace, just hammering into me relentlessly. I watch as his pale cock pistons into my brown pussy and wonder anew at the differences between us. I can feel the orgasm building; I try to slow my breathing as an unearthly moan comes from my throat. I begin to whimper. He's thrusting in short abrupt strokes, slapping nosily against me as he pushes us closer to completion. "No, no, no, no, not yet..." I sob as my orgasm starts to bear down on me like a tidal wave. I am undone as I feel his hot cum splashing all over my insides. He collapses onto me. ***************** She woke up with a smile on her face, feeling happily sated. The sun was warm on her face and after taking a mental inventory of all her parts she feels that achy feeling between her legs again. She smiles with satisfaction. "I think I'm going to like being a slut." She says to herself. Reflecting on her advert – she was sucking, fucking and coming over and over and over again. She'd gorged myself on lust and could have happily died right then and there. Her last memory from the previous night is waking up with him spooning her, gently messaging her tits and sucking on he neck while he slowly fucked her from behind. All the time he was whispering in her ear, "Dirty girl. Who's my little dirty girl?" It was tender good morning fuck. A Sunday morning fuck. A 'we've got all the time in the world to fuck before someone gets up for the newspapers and breakfast' fuck. "I have been well and truly fucked!" She says out loud and smiles to herself. She reaches over and the pillow beside her is cold. She wraps the bed sheet around her and goes and explores. He wasn't in the studio. She sat on the bed and looked around the room. She notices an envelope. "No, he didn't!" She spat. He hadn't. There was a card inside. The room's booked for the rest of the weekend. Rest as long as you need to. Have some food. When you're ready to go home call reception they'll arrange for someone to drive you home. She could hear the distant echoes of The Herbalist's "Starlight" reverberating through the studio mocking her with their sexual, spaced out beats. She was alone. To be continued... ******************************* I want to thank Poisonpen for helping me edit this story – thank you! And I want to thank you all for the fantastic feed back and encouragement. I hope you enjoyed it. SSM No Strings Attached Ch. 03 The following Thursday I found another envelope on my doormat. My introspective personality shouldn't allow me to leap without thinking, should it? Before I made any major decisions I typically thought and thought and discussed it with my cousin and best friend and then I'd think a little more. I could just imagine the conversations with them – "I've been meeting this guy I don't know for casual dirty sex with no strings attached"– and I could hear their voices echoing in my head, urging me to be careful. I thought back to Saturday night/Sunday morning and I didn't like waking up in the hotel by myself, and I didn't like the walk of shame on Sunday afternoon. I could hear them chiding me, asking me to be careful, shocked at what I was doing. But giving up control to someone else was heady stuff. Blinking myself back to the present I opened the envelope to find a weighty correspondence card encased in beautiful floral Japanese tissue paper. It was the summons: Venue: Penthouse Suite Charlotte Street Hotel Date:5th June Time: 10 p.m. Dress: As before A car will come and collect you at 9.15. I knew the Charlotte Street hotel well, having enjoyed numerous evenings in the elegant low-key bar with friends. "Ah well another week, another assignation in a hotel somewhere in London!" ***************** I knocked on the hotel door. He opened it and stood back as I entered the room. "You know the drill. Clothes off and on the bed. Leave the shoes. The bedroom's on the right," He ordered, his words clipped and staccato. "What, no hey, how you doing? Nor even a little kiss of greeting?" I joked lightly, letting my naturally humorous self shine through. He just looked at me, his eyes chips of ice. The temperature in the room dropped significantly. I shivered slightly and there was probably a bit of hurt in my look, but I wasn't ready to admit to it, so I turned on my heel to look around the suite. Two bedrooms lay to the left and right of the large, beautifully decorated lounge. I walked to the door on the right, entered and followed his instructions. Feeling slightly uncomfortable I began to remove my clothing. As with most hotel rooms the bed dominated the room: a beautifully carved four-poster in ebony. On the bedside table were 'the tools': cutthroat, shaving brush, shaving soap, towel, a small bowl of water. Her body started to tingle. On the opposite table were four black scarves and a black blindfold. I ran the scarves through my hands; they're silk and so is the blindfold. Naked, I crawled into the middle of the bed, flipped over and assumed the position: legs spread and knees bent. Deep, soulful house beats started to flow from speakers somewhere in the suite. "He's a Househead as well," I thought as Kerri Chandler's "That's All I Need" poured forth. He walked over to the bed, hovering above me for several long moments looking down at me, his face expressionless, his eyes like the North Sea, icy cold and dark grey, frozen as they wandered over my body. "Get up!" As I scrambled to my feet, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out. "Suck me and if you're good I might just let you come." His voice wasn't the smoky and seductive tone of last week: it was off-hand and cold. I grabbed a pillow from the bed to kneel on, and got in between his legs. Suddenly, I realized that I loved everything about his cock: loved the smell, the feel, the size, the width and the shape of it. If I could have fashioned the perfect cock then this is what it would look like. Perfect, just perfect. I moved slowly at first, flicking my tongue in ever widening circles over the length of his dick before taking him gently into my mouth. I could feel him getting harder. Carefully lapping and kissing, I sucked just the tip of the head into my mouth. I began to gently lick up and down him, feeling him grow even harder, gradually building up the pressure, firming up each upward stroke before taking him more fully into my mouth. I could feel him looking down at me, watching me suck him. "Don't look just feel," I breathed. I heard–no felt him–moan and smiled around his dick. There's something so decadent about giving head, so slutty and erotic. I sucked a little harder and felt his hips start to rock. Bobbing my head up and down in time with his rocking I moved up and down the shaft keeping him off kilter. Lifting off his cock I lowered my head between his legs and grabbed one of his balls in my hand and lightly sucked the other one before switching. I rolled the head of his cock between my fingers, my tongue flicking between his balls. Blowing softly, I licked the blunt head, using the tip of my tongue to lick up and down the sides. Taking as much of the shaft as I can manage into my mouth I started to suck the entire length of him. He was leaking precum. Looking up I could see his chest heaving, his back arching as his hips moved in time to my sucking. He grabbed my head and tried to force the entire length into my mouth, his rapid breathing echoing around the room, his dick weeping profusely. I grazed the skin of his manhood with my teeth as I bobbed and his eyes snapped open. He held my head a bit more firmly and began to buck his hips excitedly. He was rough, but I just increased my suction. His whole body tightened... "I'm coming," he warns. "...Uuuuck.... fuuuck." He groaned as he starts to orgasm, his body shuddering with pleasure. Once again I can't get all of his cum but I do my best. I removed my mouth and kept stroking him until his breath returned to normal. I looked up at him and tried to figure out what was going on behind those impassive features. But he refused to meet my gaze and turned away, pushing his cock back into his jeans. Knowing what he wanted, I returned to the bed and assumed the position, unconsciously raising my arms above my head in a gesture of submission and maybe even supplication. I watched him pick up the scarves and walk to the head of the bed. He fastened my arms to the posts, then got the shaving implements and placed them on the bed. Then he grabbed the blindfold. I could feel the tension ratcheting up and thought about protesting, but realised that I probably should have done that when he grabbed the scarves. I closed my eyes as he tied the blindfold on. It was my eyes that were bound, but I felt like I was suffocating; my remaining senses went into hyper drive. The bed dipped and I felt him crawl between my legs. I jumped a little as I felt a finger dip into my pussy and rub my clitoris, coaxing it out to play. His touch on my skin soothes me. I felt his warm breath on my thighs and then on my pussy as reached down to kiss me. Straight away my centre became warm. My seemingly 'bionic' ears heard the brush rasping against the shaving soap. I jumped as his fingers spread my pussy lips. "Spread your legs as wide as you can," he growled. I spread myself, holding my breath, starting to tremble. I don't like him like this. This doesn't feel sexy. "Relax, we've been here before." I could hear the softening of his frosty attitude in his voice but my body wouldn't obey. "Mia, relax or I might hurt you," he breathed into my pussy. He kissed my nether lips again. It was the first time he'd used my name. I liked the sound of my name on his lips and my pussy reacted likewise, my muscles clenching in response. He lathered me up and then started to shave me. The scrape, scrape, scrape of the cutthroat against my skin was harsh in the quiet room. This time his touch was impersonal and cold. The seesawing between the coldness of his touch and the tenderness of the occasional kiss on her thigh meant I was off balance, and just as I started to enjoy the attention he was finished. It's with more than a little relief that I greeted the warmth of the cloth as he wiped away the remaining lather. He gently patted me dry and rubbed moisturising lotion into my pussy. My core went from warm and wet to juicy and molten in three seconds flat. He used the last two scarves to tie each leg to a post until I was completely immobile. "I'm looking at your pussy, Mia. Looking at the varying shades of brown. It's like a delicate, little brown orchid with rosy, dewy pink insides." He lightly traced the shape of my pussy with one finger, starting with my outer lips before moving to my inner lips, his version of an erotic lip-reading. He pushed two fingers into me. I was so wet that they slid inside me. He added another finger and spread me wide. "It's so wet and juicy. I'm going to fuck it and fuck it hard!" I groaned and clenched my inner muscles around his fingers. "Don't! Don't come until I tell you to." He ran his hands over me, fleetingly dancing over my ribcage, across my breasts, and down the hollows of my waist before sweeping round to my arse. His nails dug into my skin to the point where the sensation hovered somewhere between pleasure and pain. I moaned my encouragement. He still had his clothes on as he lay on me. His t-shirt was soft against my stomach and breasts, his jean-clad knee ground into my pussy as he bit and sucked on my neck. As fast as the denim soaked up all of my juices my pussy created more. I felt myself clenching and unclenching my thigh muscles in sympathy with the muscles in my pussy. Behind the blindfold colours swirled and twirled: fuscias, reds, purples, and oranges. As the pressure mounted the pinks and oranges faded and the reds and purples flooded my brain. I felt empty and only he could fill me. "Please," I sobbed. "Please you've got to fuck me now. Please fuck me!" "Don't you dare!" He warned harshly. He moved off of the bed and I could hear him removing his clothing. I knew he was looking down at me. I could feel the weight of his stare all over my body. I tensed, my leg muscles cramping. I tried to arch my body, but the scarves limited my movement. Sweat oozed from my pores. I was shivering with emotion. "Mia, your pussy looks so sweet. Your pussy lips are all puffy and swollen, flushed and glossy with your sweet juices. You know what? I'm going to shove it full of cock. I'm going to shove you full of my cock. Would you like that?" "What?!" I couldn't comprehend what he was asking. My mouth suddenly dried up. I needed water. All I could do was moan in agreement. "What was that? I can't hear you?" he demanded. He placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and teased me, rubbing the head on my clitoris. I moaned. "Would you like that?" He pushed just the tip of his cock inside me. He rocked back and forth gently, every so often rolling his hips first one way and then the other. I began to undulate beneath him, desperate for contact. I wasn't listening. In my mind's eye I was picturing his cock sliding into me. He had the most beautiful cock, a delectable eight inches or more and oh-so-gorgeously thick. I wanted it in me, and squirmed to get it. And then he pulled away from me suddenly, jerking me out of my trance. "W-what's wrong? Why have you stopped?" "Mia, Mia, when I ask you a question you've got to answer me." I heard the slight swoosh of something moving through the air at speed and then a burst of exquisite pain. He'd slapped my pussy! Not hard, just enough to get my attention. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! "Hash!" I tried to move away, but I couldn't. My cunt felt– no I felt– like I was going to burst. The sensations moving through me were so intense I wasn't sure whether to turn in to or turn away from them. But it was the sound that sent me over the edge– the sound of a hand hitting an aroused pussy: a wet splat. I started to cry. No! I started to bawl like a little baby. My slit felt as though it was on fire and I don't think I've ever felt so alive before. I wanted to roar out loud:" I am the goddess of lust and sex and heat and fire – the goddess of hedonism". He stopped hitting me and instead rubbed my pussy softly. Slowly, I calmed. "Please I want to hold you. Can't you untie the scarves?" Silence. "How about just my legs?" Silence. Then suddenly, he thrust into me, stretching me, making me feel so wonderful. His thrusting was rough. I could feel him jerking inside of me, throbbing and grunting with need. An answering pulse started deep inside me, the ever-familiar ache building again rapidly and relentlessly inside me. It felt so fanfuckingtastic, darkly wonderful. It was like being in a club and the DJ puts on your favourite tune, a classic, and everyone starts to move as one. But this was better, much better. We were both dripping with sweat. He was crying out in pleasure, I answered back. I rotated my hips and pushed back, straining against the restraints, crushing my clitoris against him. He was buried in me and I could feel his public hair tickle my bare pussy. My eyes wide open behind the blindfold, my mouth a perfect "O", my breathing coming in short bursts, deeper and deeper I fell under the spell of the good fucking he was giving me. He showed me no mercy as he fucked me into oblivion, occasionally altering his pace, all the time hitting my sweet spot, his pubic bone banging my clit ceaselessly. I was about to hit the mother lode, struggling to breathe. My hands clawed the sheets. His thrusts in me became short, abrupt, alerting me to the fact that he was nearly there. "More, more, more..." I sobbed as my orgasm bore down on me like a tidal wave. I was crashing, my world splintering into nothingness as his hot cum plastered my insides. I gasped for air, then–- nothing. ***************** I made my way down to reception, ordered a taxi and bought a pack of cigarettes, the first I'd bought in years. I needed something to do while waiting for the taxi. "It's raining. Do you want to wait inside, madam?" I looked at the receptionist blankly, shook my head. Outside, the streets were gleaming as if someone had come out and varnished them. The air was clear and cool, misty with rain. I smoked and waited for my taxi, reminding myself to lift the cigarette to my lips, inhale, wait a few beats, exhale. Lift, inhale, lower, exhale. Lift, inhale, lower, exhale. My mantra. That cigarette finished, I threw it to the wet pavement, crushed it with my shoe, and reached for another. The motion started again: Lift, inhale, lower, exhale. ***************** I must have been out for sometime because when I came to my arms and legs were stiff and beginning to cramp. I opened my eyes and could see nothing. I was cold. "Carlos, CARLOS!" I could hear the hysteria starting to creep into my voice as I called out his name again and again. I heard movement, and my restraints were removed. I snatched off the blindfold trying to reorient myself. As my eyes focused they clashed with Carlos' gray orbs and quickly flittered around the room. My breath caught in my throat and my heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. "She is magnificent. Ohhh, I could cut fucking glass with my dick it's so hard right now," the voice purred. He was older, good looking, stocky, perhaps of Middle Eastern appearance and he had distinguished tufts of white hair at his temples. For the first time in my life I was totally lost for words. Finally, realising I was naked, like an automaton I walked over to my clothes and hurriedly dressed. "What the fuck is this? And who the fuck are you?" There was, however, no heat in my voice, no emotion. I looked at the two of them uncomprehendingly, maybe hoping to find an answer in their faces. "Carlos?..." Carlos' eyes frosted over and his mouth twisted into a cruel and grotesque facsimile of a smile. "Well, you're becoming quite the slut now, aren't you?" His statement hung heavily between them, indelibly staining the atmosphere in the room. As I closed the door of the suite behind me I whispered to myself. "So it would seem." ***************** I never thought over a year would pass between chapters, but my muse decided to go walkabout. She's hopefully going to be staying around for a while this time. Anyway, I'd like to thank fridayam for all of his help and encouragement. You, sir, are brilliant! And finally, when you create something there will always be critics and that's fine. Constructive criticism is welcomed here. After all who doesn't want to improve. However, if you feel the need to be mean spirited, then please don't bother. Ciao for now, SSM. No Strings Attached Ch. 03 One day later... So I'm now a cocksucker. Penis worshiper. Dick boy. Cocksuckkkkerrrr. And it wasn't bad either. Surprised the hell out of me! Of course I can't tell anybody. That sucks. Yeah, I can just imagine Tim walking in, 'Hey dick boy...come suck this.' Hell, he wouldn't do that. I'm sure it would be more like, 'Want some of this cocksucker...' Maybe he just walks in with it hanging out. Wow. People would freak if they knew what I was thinking about. Ha! Three days later... I wonder what he's thinking. He's got to be wondering the same shit I am. How does this go? Hell, for all I know it's already over. That's cool. I sucked some cock, got to see what that's like. I was curious. Now I know. I'm cool with that. Two days later... I wonder what Tina would say? I can't tell her about this. She would go nuclear. That's fucking unfair. If she did it with another chick I wouldn't be pissed. Hell, I would want to watch. Nobody has a problem with chicks doing it. Uh oh...I feel a chubby coming on. Let's just get these pants off... Man that feels good. This should be Tim in here working this bad boy instead of my hand. If Tina played her cards right...she could watch from right over there. Tim would start doing that thing with his tongue... Mmm. Shit I'm close. I bet she would be working that clit.... oh yeah... pinching her nipple I would show her how Tim takes the whole load straight down... Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh. Man that was powerful! Look at this shit. It's everywhere. I wonder if I taste like Tim. Man that's kinda hot sucking it off the finger. If that finger were about three times as thick it would be just like ole Timmy. I think I'll do that again... I don't know. I can't really remember what Tim tastes like. I don't understand why everyone says it tastes bad... One day later... I'd like to do it again. Just one more time maybe. Just to see what it's like. I wasn't really expecting it the first time. Wasn't really prepared. This time I'm ready. I think this time I will just take my time. I want to play with his balls too. I didn't even touch them last time. And now I know all about cum too. That was hot last time when his cock started squirting off in my mouth. Fuck...I'm getting hard. The next day... "Hey man how was work?" "Same shit, different day. Where have you been? I haven't seen you around," Tim said. Missed me, huh? He's probably been thinking about the other day. Probably horny. Probably wants me to suck his cock right now. "Well...let's see. I had a date with Tina a couple of days ago. Got home late. Shot hoops with Deacon and that group yesterday. Kicked their ass. That's about it. You?" Here we go. I bet he says something. "I went over to Marty's and played 'Wicked Warriors.' That game is awesome. Other than that...just work," he said. Hmm. Maybe not. "So anything going for the weekend?" Here's your chance big boy... you want me to suck your cock, right? You want me to get down on my knees and suck that cock of yours like a little gay boy... "Eh...not sure yet. I might grab a six pack and head back over to Marty's," he said nonchalantly. "By the way, kitchen looks good." Shit! Hey man we sucked each other's dick. Don't you want to talk about it? "Yeah...I thought I would clean it before fungus broke out." "Good idea. Need a beer?" he asked. "Sure." "Here you go," he said tossing me a beer. "Man... there's nothing like a cold beer." "And a hot cock..." he added. What the fuck does that mean? You were the one that started it. Wait a minute. Maybe that's a compliment on my dick sucking skills. "So uh...where are we with that?" "Fuck...I'm ready. How about you?" That's not what I meant. "Uh yeah...I guess." "Come over here and work for it. Let's see what you got?" he said sitting on the couch spreading his legs. Oh he thinks I'm just going to crawl over there... Who made him boss? He looks kinda sexy spread out like that. Why can't chicks do that? "Come on man. Undo my pants, pull it out. Do me up right." Well I did want to suck it again... "You liked it last time...didn't you?" he said watching me unzip his pants. "Sure you did. And why not? It's fun man. Sucking cock is fun." I can't believe I'm reaching into his zipper. This is so fucking hot. There it is. Shit! He's not hard yet. "Pull that fucker out," he commanded. "You know what to do." Man there's not much to suck on when he's soft. Oh man...it feels completely different. Oh wow. It's growing. Hey I like that. That's erotic as hell. "That's it man...make me hard." Fuck that is hot! A nice, stiff cock to play with. Yeah... Man it's just as good as I remembered. I'm grabbing his balls. Wait. I need to get these pants off first. "Take these fucking pants off." Look at that thing waving around. Sexy as hell. Man he's horny. I want to play with those balls. "Oh yeah...that feels good," he moaned. "Kiss them...use your tongue...do it." Fuck that's hot. Never in a million years did I think... "Lick them man...lick those balls." Listen to him moan. This is fucking hot. "Suck my cock man. Put it in your mouth...and suck." He's talking to me like I'm his little gay boy. Well I did lick his balls. "You're a fucking natural man. You really know how to suck cock." Oh great. Now I am a natural cocksucker! Just what I wanted to hear. Shit! Well, it is fun. And I do like it. Hell I licked his fucking balls. Man...I just like the way that feels. Big tube of warm flesh... Against my tongue... lips. Who would have thought? "Kiss it man. Kiss the tip of my cock. Come on...plant your lips right there on the end." OH shit. Giving my orders like that. I can't do this. I can't kiss his cock. That's too much. It is kinda of sexy though. OK...I'll do it. I'll be his little gay boy...just this once. Oh man I going to kiss his cock! "Nice, nice," he said. "Look at me. That's it. Now...do it again." Fuck! He wants me to look him in the eye while I kiss his cock? That is so fucking gay. "Kiss my cock man. You dig it. Kiss it. Let me see." He's right. I shouldn't like it this much. What the hell. I'll kiss it. I've already done it twice. What's once more? "That's it, very nice." Big smile. "See? It's official. You love cock." Oh shit! Oh fuck! That can't be right. I was just checking it out. I was just doing what he said. Look at that fucking smile of his. "It's ok. Don't freak out. I'm not going to tell anyone. We're just playing around. But you do like it...I can tell. You like kissing my cock. Hey, do it again. I kinda like that." Oh man... "Yeah...you dig it. Something tells me there's going to be a lot of cocksucking going on around here." Yeah...he may be right about that. No Strings Attached Ch. 04 I wasn't sure how I got home, but I did. Walking over to my drinks cabinet I took out some Mount Gay Extra Old and poured myself a healthy measure, added some more, considered it, added a bit more and then necked it. I spluttered but it stayed down. Walking to the bathroom I stripped off my clothes as I went. I needed him off of me! I felt si... but before the thought could even form my stomach revolted, my insides trying to become my outsides. Stumbling into the shower I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. His voice in my head, his scent on my body or was it that other guy's scent? Fuck! I grabbed my loofah and soap and started to scrub. I scrubbed until the water ran cold and my skin hurt. "Just need to get through the weekend, just need to get through the weekend..." Then I could try to lose myself in work. ***************** In the distance I could hear the phone ringing: once I thought I heard someone at the door, but I blotted everything out. And when the dreams started to invade... Thank God for drugs. Richard Ashcroft was wrong: the drugs do work. So I slept the weekend away... ***************** I was probably the only person in the world thanking fuck for Monday. Even the usual crush on the tube was a welcome distraction from my thoughts. I love what I do, it had always been my panacea, and I was hoping it would be again. But my mind wouldn't be still. Who did I have sex with: was it Carlos or was it that other guy in the room? Logically I knew it was Carlos, but the thought of that other guy being in the room with us, maybe touching me, certainly watching me... Walking into the 'office' was a relief. I was Head Buyer for one of the leading lifestyle stores in London, The Store. I'd worked my way up from the shop floor and knew the brand inside out. Even though The Store was over 60 years old, somehow we managed to keep the brand fresh and, there was no other word for it, funky. Bright twenty-somethings rubbed shoulders with established fifty-somethings, both generations happily shopping in the same place. My team and I concentrated on anticipating and meeting the needs of our customers. We have developed new product ranges as well as sourcing products from all over the world. Over the last 10 years we had developed strong links with our suppliers ensuring new and exciting ranges hit our flagship and satellite stores regularly. Buying is my business and I have to admit I'm an inveterate shopper. I have to be, as I always have to be aware of what the competition are up to. I might pop out to the supermarket, but you can bet your bottom dollar I will probably be popping into every shop I pass on the way. One of the perks of the job – okay discounted clothes and shoes were up there – was travel and lots of it: three major buying trips a year, visiting national and international trade fairs, all of the UK degree shows and the odd trip to our suppliers. "Hey, Lois, how was your weekend?" I dredged up a smile for my personal assistant, Lois the pocket rocket. "Hey, M," Lois smiled back at me. "You're in early. Give me five and we can get started. And by the way, Juliana and Surita called and the messages they left weren't... polite. Please, please, please can you call them back?" "Thanks, I will do. I need some coffee. Want one..." The week began. ***************** "... I've got your booking reference for your trip to Amsterdam – just pick the ticket up from the airport – and Antwerp via Eurostar so just pick it up at St Pancras. I think that's... no I got a call from a Karim Spalding asking for a meeting with you on Friday afternoon at 7pm. It's the only time he can do this week." "I've never heard of him..." I racked my brain. "He said you'd say that. He's from Bennahid Interiors. He's emailed some papers for you to look at. Remember the restaurant we went to when we were in Marrakech last year? He owns it and wanted to discuss a collaboration with you." "I've been trying to get a meeting with them for months now. That's brilliant. Confirm it for me." I had a very busy week ahead of me, but I knew I would have to call my cousin, Julianna, and best friend, Surita, at some point and make peace with them. Confession is good for the soul and all that... ***************** I survived, just. I could handle the "9-5", but it's the hours outside that I hated to think about. It sounds like a cliché, but the nights are so long. No matter how many miles I ran or how many laps I swam sleep remained elusive. My brain just wouldn't quiet down. Meetings on Friday evenings were just not done, but I had been trying to contact the Head Buyer of Bennahid Interiors for months and after doing some research knew that he divided his time between London and Marrakech. Maybe I could persuade him to have the meeting around the corner at Milk and Honey. It was a speakeasy-style private club that was great for less-than-formal meetings. The ringing of the phone brought me back to the present. "Hi Kevin, I'm expecting him. Can you send him up? Thanks." Pulling out a compact I checked my makeup: minimal with nude lips and golden toned eyes. I smiled to myself, nothing had shifted in the 20 or so minutes since I'd freshened up. Looking down, I was glad I'd opted for something that could go from day to night with no problem. A simple black shift dress emphasised my breasts and waist. Discrete sexiness was what I was aiming for. I balanced the severity of the dress with teetering heels and a slim-line clutch. I felt and looked good. I went to the lifts to welcome my guest. I heard the ping as the doors opened and then the blood drained from my face. "You! What are you doing here?!" It was him. The smug asshole that watched me have sex with Carlos, that other asshole. "Mia, let's go into your office so I can explain." He was suave I'd give him that and also damnably good looking. "No! You're not here on some bullshit pretence. We're going to talk about this collaboration that you dangled in front of me and that's it!" I tried, but failed to contain my anger, my voice high and tight with tension. "If that's the way you want to play, OK. I was thinking that we could go out and discuss this over drinks and dinner?" "No, Karim, I didn't choose to be some twisted exhibition for you and Carlos to get your rocks off! So no we're not going to act like we're friends. Now, if you'll excuse me you can wait in my office." I quickly walked to the loo to gather my thoughts, pouring cold water over my wrists as I gave myself a pep talk. But I knew I'd made a mistake as soon as I walked into my office. He was miles too big for the space. His presence took it over. I couldn't think. "I've changed my mind. Let's go out." "Mia, we need to clear the air and unless we do that this isn't going to work." He'd been looking out of my window, but turned around to address me. "Karim, I can't do that now. You had to know that this would be a shock." I could feel myself almost pleading for his understanding. I wanted to kick myself. "Mia, I tried to call you on Saturday, but you wouldn't pick up. We really need to talk." I got up to walk out of the room and he grabbed me by the arm. "Mia, calm down!" "Did you film it?! Did you! You did, didn't you? Oh fuck, oh fuck, you'd better not have filmed it. You sick assholes!" All of the emotion that I'd tried to keep in check burst out of me. My world was splintering, fracturing in front of my eyes. The pressure building up in my head was unrelenting, scary. I thought back to the day I responded to Carlos's ad. All I'd wanted was a little release. I was always thinking, always in control and I always did the right thing: I was the good daughter, the good girl, the good employee, always thinking about appearances and always concerned about doing the right thing. Women are often portrayed as beings who feel but don't think, and that wasn't me. I was a thinker, I thought before I did things. The only place where I truly let go was with my family and friends and maybe when I was in a club. With Carlos I'd found somewhere else to let go, in sex and it was so seductive. All I had wanted to do was let go... Rough hands shook me from my introspection. He looked me straight in the eye. "Mia, get your things. No arguments! Come on." I grabbed my bag and we left the building. His driver must have been waiting because as soon as we walked out a black Mercedes saloon pulled up. It didn't take long to reach our destination, a discrete and luxurious restaurant in Mayfair. They were obviously expecting us, because the Maître d' didn't look all that surprised to see us and welcomed The Asshole by name before leading us to a table in the back. The though of food made me sick to my stomach, but I followed the Maître d'. "I don't know why you've brought me here. Did you think that I'd want to sit down with you and make nice?" I spat at him. "Mia..." "Don't say my name like you know me! I didn't invite you into my life, Asshole." "I know what happened last week was a shock, but don't push me, little girl! We are going to eat and talk like adults and then I'll see you home. No discussion." I could feel the anger coming off of him, and I was suddenly too tired to fight. Ok he had me here, and this restaurant was consistently rated one of the best in London and I had wanted to eat here forever so I gave in and listened as he talked. His mother was Moroccan and his father French, I learned. He was schooled privately in France, before going to university in the US and the LSE for his MBA. He was one of those men who wore their beauty lightly because they know they have other talents. Some would read his self-confidence as arrogance and it would get up their noses: like me, for instance. But despite myself I found him strangely attractive. We ordered and talked, about everything and nothing, and before I knew it it was time for coffee. I was stuffed. I love good food that's prepared with care, so I had all three courses. Well it would have been rude not to, or at least that's how I justified it, and decided to run a couple of extra miles over the weekend. Then suddenly he's talking about that night again. "Mia, I promise you I didn't know." I start to object but he stops me. "No, let me finish, please." He sighs, "Carlos and I are very good friends, the best in fact. We've known each other a long time. We've shared women before, and everyone of them knew the score. We pride ourselves on being very good at whatever we do and that includes having sex with beautiful women." He had a rather endearing mish-mash of accents going on: French, American and a bit of English thrown in, but the words coming out of his mouth made me ill. He looked away from my stare gathering his thoughts. "The Yin and the Yang. There is a perception (particularly in the West) that yin and yang relate to good and evil. However, Taoist philosophy generally discounts good/bad distinctions as superficial labels, preferring to focus on the idea of balance. Carlos and I balance each other. When he's rough, I'll play tender and when I'm aggressive, he plays the more solicitous role. When one part is at its height then the other is at its lowest ebb. It's a game where everyone wins." I could feel my previous, fragile good mood evaporate like early morning mist meeting the sunrise. It's a game then. He lowered his voice, and instinctively I leaned in to hear. "Every time I close my eyes it's there in glorious Technicolor. Mia, you are so responsive to touch. You are magnificent! I can't get the vision of you straining against your restraints as he savoured your cunt out of my head. 'It's like a delicate, little brown orchid, with rosy, dewy pink insides' was how he put it." He smiled at me. "He was right, you know, your cunt is exquisite. If you could just lose your puritan attitude towards sex we could all have a good time." I wanted to lash out, to scream at him. "I need to go powder my nose," I said through gritted teeth, rising abruptly and grabbing my bag. I had to get out of there, so after making a detour to the loo I surreptitiously left the restaurant only to find Karim waiting outside. "I said I'd see you home." Grudgingly I got into his car. It was late on a Friday night in central London. I wasn't going to get a taxi at this time of night. He closed the partition between the front and the back of the car. "It's obvious that you didn't know what Carlos was up to, so you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. Just take it for what it was, an experience." "Can we not talk about this anymore? I'm really bored of this now." Karim smiled at me. "Are you? Are you really?" I turned away and watched the reflection of the car in the shop windows. ***************** Once again I need to thank fridayam for all of his help and for being fantastic! And to all of you who have commented, voted or just read my piece I have no clue where this journey is going, but thanks for coming along for the ride. SSM