0 comments/ 25435 views/ 1 favorites Tempting Fate By: DaphneX I ran to the phone, tripping over the cat. Two, three rings…better get it before the fourth, after which the answering service would pick up. I had been anticipating the call from the gallery, and wasn’t about to miss it after I had stayed in all afternoon. “This is Kate,” I said, a bit breathless from running. I combed my fingers through my hair, trying to gather my composure, even though my appearance wouldn’t be obvious to the person on the other end. “Hello?” I asked again. After a long pause, a soft voice replied, “I need to see you.” My heart plunged into my stomach. It was Leila, and though we hadn’t spoken for weeks, I thought of her on a daily basis. That night we shared in her home, the ecstasy and passion she instilled in me…I felt it rising again in hearing her voice. “Leila…it’s great to hear from you. Are you alright? You sound down.” My heart was racing. “I’m in the city,” she said abruptly. “I…,” she paused again, “I really need to see you, Kate. I’ll be outside your building in ten minutes. Can we go for a drink or something?” “Of course,” I replied, knowing that if I leave, I’d miss the call from the gallery. But hell, they can talk to my machine. Leila’s tone had an unfamiliar seriousness in it, which concerned me. “I’ll be waiting out front.” “See you soon,” she responded, and quickly hung up. I was in a whirlwind of emotion. Not a day went by that I don’t think about the time I had with her. Just that morning, I had been masturbating to the thought of her very touch, her soft lips against mine, sultry voice in my ear. Looking myself over in the mirror, I definitely needed to change into something more formal than track pants and a t-shirt. Standing in my closet, I chose a pair of black Prada slacks, and a red snug-fitting long-sleeved sweater. I certainly wasn’t as well off as Leila, but I did have an impressive wardrobe, part of that owing to the schmoozing aspect of my career as an art dealer and critic. Reaching for a pair of panties, I hesitated, smiling at the thought of possibly not needing them. My smile faded as I reprimanded myself for thinking of my own lust, when Leila could have a serious problem to discuss. Nonetheless, I didn’t wear panties or a bra. Glancing at my watch, I paced in nervous anticipation of the time growing closer. Quickly, I fed Matisse and turned on a floor lamp, as I did not know what time I’d be returning. Grabbing my coat and keys, I flew out the door. The elderly doorman smiled and tipped his hat as he saw me approaching in the lobby. “Good evening, Ms. Verneau. Shall I call you a cab?” He opened the door for me. “You’re so kind, Patrick,” I responded, “but that won’t be necessary, as a friend is picking me up.” Looking left, I saw her black coupe approaching. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air in my lungs giving me a new energy. “Very well. Enjoy your evening, Ms. Verneau,” Patrick said with a smile and wink. I looked back in appreciation, and spoke similar sentiments. The car stopped, I heard the unlocking of the door, and got in. Smiling, I greeted her warmly. “It’s wonderful to see you, Leila. Though you have me a little worried. Is something wrong?” She looked amazing, as always. But especially today—black cashmere shaped her arms and breasts beautifully, a silk Hermes scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, her legs draped in dark grey chinos. Those dazzling green eyes, searching my face, burned deeply into me. Her familiar scent—musky, yet sweet—excited me, seducing my libido as it had before. Her hand reached for mine, holding it firmly against her thigh. Accelerating, we bolted out onto the city streets. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, Kate, and God knows I’ve tried. I think of you incessantly,” she looked at me intensely, her hand caressing my cheek. She was driving like a maniac. Shivers went down my spine, a tingling sensation growing in my sex. I smiled warmly. “I think of you quite often, Leila. We had an amazing connection that summer night.” I was being overly polite, as not to appear as fervent as I felt. “Don’t speak of it as if it’s a past event, like some fling that I just had,” she said, obviously irritated. “I don’t do that shit, Kate. I’m a married woman, for Christ’s sake. But you….we have something different, something I’ve never felt with any man or woman. I need you tonight, Kate. I just need you so badly.” She had taken several turns, and my sense of direction became muddled. By the style of her driving, she had an obvious destination in mind. Drinks were not likely to be on the agenda. Not knowing how to respond in words, I placed my hand on the back of her neck. So soft, and a little damp from the rain, her hair felt angelic. I massaged her neck gently as she continued driving. She sighed, feeling content that I understood her, and these feelings were mutual. Once we arrived at her hotel on the west side, she tossed her keys to the valet. Leila nodded to the bellhop as we entered the elevator. “18th floor, please,” she said politely. We were standing apart, Leila intently watching the numbers light up one by one. My heart was pounding, my sex growing eager, lustful. If the bellhop hadn’t been present, I would have taken her there in the elevator. The suite was extravagant and in definite accordance with her expensive tastes. Peruvian Marble floors in the entry, vases filled with exotic flowers, various antiques serving dually as furniture and exquisite art…it looked like a photograph taken from Architectural Digest. The lights were low, and I brushed my fingers against the great cherry oak desk in the study to the right of the entry. Removing my coat, I set it on the leather chair. A bottle of merlot sat on the desk--opened, and half empty. She approached me from behind, her hand brushing my hair to the side. I could feel her breath on my neck, warm and lustful. Her right hand slipped under my sweater, and she began to moan softly as she touched the skin on my abdomen. Her lips swept lightly on my neck as she whispered my name. I sighed in response, completely melting with lust and desire for this woman. Allowing her to touch me, her fingers lulled me into seduction. My nipples hardened when I felt her airy touch on my breasts. She giggled devilishly. “No bra this time,” she whispered breathlessly. “That’s a good girl.” I was burning up. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Turning to face her, I grabbed her tightly, kissing her passionately. Tasting her on my lips again, a calm washed over me, easing my aggression. I held her against me, never wanting to let go. My eyes teared up as I felt her body against mine, acknowledging the connection that compelled us to be there. “Honey, it’s ok,” she said to me consolingly. Cradling my chin in her hands, she whispered, “We both want this. We need each other.” She kissed my lips softly, almost exactly like that first night. The same rushing chills surged through me. Slowly, deliberately, she guided me toward the bedroom. Sharing tears and salty kisses, we stumbled toward the bed, peeling and sliding our clothes off and onto the floor. She laid me down gently against the satin sheets, scented with her perfume. We spent an hour just kissing and holding one another, playfully caressing the forms that were already so familiar in our memories. Another bottle of merlot had been stashed near the bed, and we indulged in a few glasses. I had been lying against her, my head nestled between her shoulder and breast. My hand was alternately massaging her breasts and abdomen, tracing around her hips in effleurage. Remembering our time in the summer, I thought of how much I had longed to taste her. My mind grew eager and restless. Turning about, I moved to kiss her gently, my tongue tracing her lips. She laughed, playfully biting my lower lip in response. Moving to her neck, I kissed her skin softly, nibbling on her soft, pale flesh. My hand had slipped down to her inner thigh, and she tried to stop me with a typical playful reprimand. But I caught her off guard. Seizing both hands, I raised her arms up over her head. Quickly snatching her scarf from the floor, I snugly tied her wrists to the bed frame. In a state of shock, she wildly protested. “Kate! What are you doing? Untie me, this isn’t fair!” she squealed. I merely grinned in response, feeling her bucking against me like a wild filly. Stroking her breasts with my fingertips, her squirming settled, and her protests became less forceful. My tongue teased her nipples, tracing circles around them, licking and kissing them to my desired hardness, playfully suckling them to maintain their erection. My hand once again returned to her inner thigh. “Don’t fight this time, baby,” I whispered seductively. I stroked her skin, feeling her wetness define itself against my hand and on the sheets below her. She moaned in passionate agony, again begging to be set free. “I need to taste you, Kate. I’ve been aching for the salty sweet of your pussy, the feel of your cunt enveloping my tongue. Please, baby, let me taste you, please…,” she pleaded. “You want to taste my pussy, do you? Such a naughty girl, you are.” I slid my middle finger up her slick slit, causing her to arch her back in response. Dramatically, I placed this finger to my lips, licking and sucking her juice from the tip. Inserting it into my mouth, I sucked harder and slowly glided my tongue against it. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. Leila cried out in envious retort. Smiling seductively, I slowly straddled her, my cunt just inches above hers. “Tell me what you’re thinking now, hmm?” I said, in mocking confidence. She groaned, writhing upwards, her sex trying to meet mine, but unsuccessfully as I raised myself up. “Patience, honey, patience,” I chimed to her. After moments of teasing, I lowered myself onto her, no longer caught up in the faux position of control. Our wet flesh meshed and glided together. The sweet sound of the slurping and suckling eagerness between them excited me beyond belief. Losing myself in the moment, I allowed our clits to spar with one another, inciting deep moans from us both. It was quite a sight…me straddling her, slowly bucking, riding her. I reached a finger down, dipping into the warm, sweet blend of our juices. Holding it to her, I traced my coated finger under her nose and around her lips. In a lustful trance, she tasted it, savoring our sex. My own curiosity needed to experience this taste as well. Flipping myself around, I straddled her backwards, my wet pussy poised inches from her mouth. Yet I wouldn’t allow her to taste me, as I indulged in the salty pleasure of her secretions. My tongue teased and tasted her labia, her pubic hair tickling my chin and lips. She tried to push up against me in eager anticipation, but I held her hips down firmly. That sex-crazed dialogue came spilling from her mouth again, and I loved it. She begged me to eat her dripping snatch, pump her cunt with my probing fingers, suck her throbbing clit like a miniature cock. Telling me how she’s going to cum all over my face, squirt it into my mouth, and I’d better fucking swallow. This excited me, as in her desirous state she became quite the nymphomaniac. My nymphomaniac. My ingenuity kicked in once again and I snatched the empty wine bottle from the nightstand. Looking back at her, I saw her eyes widen either from fear or longing. Possibly both. “I won’t hurt you, Leila,” I said reassuringly. Her breathing became heavier, her legs parting in acceptance as she watched me stroking the glass bottle, inserting the neck into my mouth an inch at a time. My tongue glided against it, assessing the smoothness of the expensive vessel. Closing my eyes, I sucked it gently. Momentarily I wondered if she had ever pictured me with a man, sucking his thick cock. Well, in any case, this was as close to that as she was ever going to see…for now. Satisfied with the construction of the bottle, and the reaction my demonstration attained, I placed it on the bed, beside me. Playfully, I began nibbling on her abdomen, flicking her navel with my tongue. This tickling brought girlish squeals from her mouth, begging me to stop, yet continue. The scent of her pussy captivated me, as I craved a deeper fulfillment of her taste. Lowering myself between her legs, I brought them up and over my shoulders. With my hands on her hips, I slowly began to lick her pouting lips, their gloss mixing with my saliva. I made use of my whole mouth against her---my tongue licking around and through her lips, my chin grinding against her sensitive folds, my lips suckling over and around her clit lightly. I could feel her pushing against me, demanding more inside her. Easing her legs down, I grabbed the bottle carefully, as my hands were quite slick. Brushing my fingers around the neck of the flask, I primed it for it new use. Leila was moaning, anticipating what was to come. Her legs spread wide, I slowly inserted the lip of the bottle into her warm orifice. She took it readily, eagerly. The smoky green glass slid into her smoothly, sensuously. Holding the base of the bottle, I slowly began to pump it into her. She responded hungrily, loving the experience of the glass phallus. “Good girl,” I said, using her words. I steadily thrust the neck of the flask into her, watching her tighten her pussy around it. But she became more aggressive, and for fear of the bottle breaking, I withdrew it and tossed it aside. Crashing onto the floor, the sound startled her enough to raise her hips in reaction. Using this to my advantage, I grabbed her legs, sweeping them high above me, working my fingers and tongue in devouring her tart cunt. I ravished her, my digits speeding up and slowing in reaction to her movement. “Not yet,” I told her, “I’m not done.” Her clit swelled in response to my teasing, the flickering of my frantic tongue. My mouth and chin were covered with her glaze, and I couldn’t get enough. In response to her pleading, I fucked her faster, harder, my two fingers twisting and plunging into her depths as my tongue twirled lightly on her clit. Hearing her grow closer, I slowed my thrusts, making them longer, deeper. I felt her tighten around me. I breathed her in as she came with a tearful cry. My fingers still inside her, I felt her throbbing orgasms, my tongue relishing the flow of her ecstasy. Moving up to kiss her, my hand simultaneously untied the scarf that bound her to my appetite. She threw her arms and legs around me, crying and laughing over what we just shared. Exhausted and shaking from our six-hour intimacy, we laid in each other’s arms until the morning. At one point, I thought I heard her whisper that she loved me, though it could have easily been a dream. I awoke to an empty bed, and a note on her pillow: Dearest Kate, Last night was utterly incredible. I hope you know how much you mean to me. Douglas called and it appears his car has broken down, so I need to give him mine. I’m so sorry I have to leave like this, but you looked so beautiful sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you. There is so much I want to say to you, yet whenever I try, it always seems ill-timed. Such is life these days. I’ll be in touch soon, darling. L I closed my eyes and rolled onto her pillow. I could still smell the chamomile from her shampoo. My hands moved under the pillow, feeling something stashed underneath. I pulled out the scarf that had bound us both in passion. Inhaling her perfume from the silk, I held it to my face as my bittersweet tears softly fell. Tempting Fate I stood there and just looked this man in the eyes, giving him a slightly mischievous, smile then I said, "I dare you!" We were at a party, not just any party but a BDSM play party. So, fully dressed, I knelt and then I lay across his lap, tilting my head to the side as if to say, 'Well!!!' I was known to be outgoing and the daring type at these parties. He looked down at me draped across his lap; he had to feel the heat from my body. I looked at him with pleading eyes, and a soft smile. Then I heard him quietly say, "You dare me young Lady?" as he lifted an eyebrow. Then, raising my skirt slowly, our eyes never leaving each others, he exposed my lace panties and sleek thighs. I took a deep breath and wiggled. The fabric tickled my ass as it came to rest at the small of my back. Then, repeating in a soft yet firm voice he asked me again, "You dare me?" I giggled softly, nibbling on my lower lip as I gazed up at him through my long lashes. With my hair hanging down almost covering my eyes, I looked into his intense gaze. Nervously, I wiggled my nearly exposed ass a little, and felt a blush creeping to my cheeks at the sudden realization of what I had gotten myself into as I listened to the tone of his voice. It sent little shivers through my body, goose bumps pricking at my flesh as his playful tone turned a little more serious. I realized I was at that fine line between being in control and handing it over, laying over his lap and with my next words on the tip of my tongue, I felt his hand slowly dance over my pale and laced ass. He teased and waited, almost daring for me to say it, to accept his question. And in my shaky low voice I did. I replied with a smirk on my face that was slightly flushed. It was betraying my seemingly calm demeanor and then I spoke to him, "Only if you think you can handle me." Instantly I bit my lower lip almost regretting the flip statement from the moment it left my lips. A deep furrow appeared across his brow, and his eyes squinted. I knew I had said the wrong thing to him, challenging his authority. I squirmed and adjusted my position, my eyes turned from his. I felt his fingers trace the goose bumped edge of my panties. Then his arm went around my waist and it quieted me and my wiggling. The blood rushed to my head from the position I was in, and the fact that I was embarrassed and a little frightened for making this challenge. But not a word came from his lips. He knew I was a strong-headed lioness, but I had to be tamed. I would fight him in the beginning with the power struggle of the stare-down. I knew I would look away from him first, but I looked him in the eyes. There was not a word from his lips nor did he look away! My gaze held steady with his, my mischievous twinkle fading into a wide eyed look similar to a deer in the headlights; I knew I had gone too far; I knew I had to look away, but was captivated by his icy gaze. I felt his fingers trace the edge of my panties almost instinctively, snapping me out of my trance. I started to fidget in his lap, a fleeting thought of escape immediately hindered when I felt his grip around my waist tighten, as if he sensed my surge of panic of the situation. I blinked, the stare broken as my eyes shifted to the floor, submitting. Squirming again, this time more out of nervousness than my position, I coughed softly under my breath. His silence was unnerving, but now I knew better than to speak again until spoken to. All of the control I thought I held moments ago now laid in his hands......hands that would soon be warming my ass. Holding my breath, waiting for the words...a movement...anything but this unnerving silence. My body remained draped over his lap, nose nearly in the carpet and body tense in an erotic blend of anticipation, submission and defiance. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as I realized he most certainly DID dare, leaving no doubt he intended to get to the bottom of the matter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him raise his arm towards the ceiling in the 2 o'clock position. Instinctively, I tightened my ass cheeks and arched my back like a puppy. I drew in my ass knowing I was gonna get spanked. Waiting to accept his harsh blow, my mind was spinning. My eyes shut tight waiting for the sweet agony; but he broke his hand inches above my ass then grabbed the tightened left cheek of my ass, with his un-calloused hand massaging deeply into the tightened globe. His fingers trailed down to the cleft above my thigh, just the tips of his fingers arising new pleasure as the endorphin rush heightened my nerve endings. I tilted my head to the side and looked, just in time to see the same scenario, the high arched arm. This time I let out a tiny moan, muscles tensing again, but he denied me a second time. I gazed at him, puzzled why this man would not take me now? I felt his left arm squeeze between his lap and just beneath my breasts, and then he raised me to my feet once again. An even more puzzled look was in my face and in my eyes as he positioned me between his legs, his fingers at the button on my knee high skirt. I could hear the familiar zip and then the cotton material puddled at my feet. His eyes never left mine, then he reached for the bottom 5th button of my satiny blouse, then the 4th. My eyes egged him on as he reached the third; the top two were left undone to reveal my full breast. My blouse fell open and my hands reached to cover my full breasts, cupping each with my small hands. Feeling him place his hand on my hips, he turned me 180 degrees. My back now to him. I felt his warm hand pull one arm down, then the other, undoing the wrist buttons of my blouse. Then he slowly edged the blouse from my shoulders. I crossed my arms and pulled them up trying to hide my nudity. Looking down, I watched as his thumbs grasped the elastic of my panties at each hip. I knew I had been beaten at my own game once they were down. I closed my eyes as I felt the soft slinky laced material slide over her thighs and calves; clinging to each ankle, I felt his hands gently on my calves and I raised each foot slipping my foot from my panties. They would become his prize. I peered into the full-length mirror across the room, unable to see him behind me. But standing there, I looked at my own nakedness, only thigh highs and 3" pumps on. I saw my auburn hair partially covering my breasts, a nipple poking out like it was trying to see him. My tummy filled with the butterflies floating around in it, my shaven mound, I was totally vulnerable and so very naked. Once again I felt his strong hands on my hips, this time turning my naked body towards him, knowing that I'd submit my naked flesh to him as a gift. Our eyes met once more; looking at him he seldom blinked or changed expressions, his fingers entwined with mine. Leading me to his side once more, and with his right hand still entwined with mine, his hand went to the small of my back and once more I'm draped across his lap. Not a word was said from his lips! I lay draped over his lap, shivering from my nakedness, as the cool air in the room whispered over my nude and trembling body. The blush that had started at my cheeks now spread across my chest as I came to terms with my total exposure to this man. I felt his strong warm hands once again wrap around my waist, holding me securely in position over his knees, his grip confidant and firm. He knew I was his at this moment. The lioness had changed into a trembling kitten under his knowing gaze and strong hands. I could only hide behind sassy retorts and mischievous antics for so long, and now, not at all. He expected obedience and I gave it, my tense, defiant body relaxed as he kneaded and rubbed my ass gently willing me to let go of my intimidation and let him tend to me as he saw fit. The room was silent except for the sounds of my heavy breathing. His calmness infuriated me, his actions confusing and intriguing at the same time, captivating me. His fingers resumed their teasing tracings, slipping lightly down the small of me back and gliding over the curve of my ass, producing some erotic giggles from me at the ticklish touch. His fingers immediately stopped, waiting for me to regain my composure before resuming the slow, erotic teasing of my ass. Every move or sound that came from me stopped him dead in his tracks, and I soon caught on to his silent little game of Simon Says. Fingers slowly, patiently teasing over my naked body, covering every inch of my quivering ass and thighs, he'd spread my legs and teasingly dip his fingers down to caress my shaved cunt. I bit my lip to contain my moans, as I felt his fingers gently teasing my clit. Feeling the wetness on my inner thighs, I moaned and started to wiggle but he forced my body to remain perfectly still. Even the slightest movement denied me the touch that my body now craved. My breathing became more irregular with each touch of his fingers, my nipples hardened as the cool air flowed over them, his teasing sent tingles of need shooting through me I closed my eyes. My entire body was aware of every movement of his fingers, absorbing the sensations of my own arousal. He had found that the arousal and vulnerability were the keys to taming me. He continued the finely tuned ballet of his fingertips across my ass and between my legs. Our breathing provided the music...and still... Not a word from him. Suddenly his palm started a slow rhythmic beat against my ass, a soft slapping that could barely be heard. His left arm kept me saddled in place, my head slowly bobbed to the beat, my long auburn hair sweeping the carpet and my feet planted on the floor. He watched as my temperature rose, the blood rising to the flesh as the endorphins increased, soft moans came from my lips. He increased the tempo of the slaps, his fingers sometime spread, sometimes not. Every so often he kept the hand on the spot he just spanked, adding pressure and then kneading the flesh. Spank! Spank! Spank! I accepted what I had coming..... Spank! Spank! Spank! After all I had made the dare. Spank! Spank! Spank! I wanted to be in this position so many months ago. Spank! Spank! Spank! My nakedness now a gift to him. Spank! Spank! Spank! The sweet burn of my ass made me cry softly and then moan. But not a word emitted from his lips SMACK! I gasped each time his palm landed on my ass, startled out of my blissful state the distractions of his fingers had provided only moments before SMACK! Now his hand had connected with my ass with more force, with more purpose. SMACK! My gasps turned to soft moans and cries as he broke the pace to rub the heat into my quivering flesh, savoring the momentary relief before the spanks began again. SMACK! I squirmed in his lap, arching my ass up slightly, silently begging him for what I HAD wanted for months. Oh! Did he ever dare! SMACK! His hand answered my silent begging, sharply covering my ass, working down to the most sensitive curve, each spank harder than the last. SMACK! He'd wait for my reactions, how my body squirmed as the smacks landed, tensing subconsciously in preparation for the next. SMACK! My gasps turn to yelps as my backside slowly turned a healthy pink, blending into a heated crimson as he relentlessly spanked me. SMACK! SMACK! My lilac scent rose with the heat, mingling with the pungent smell of my arousal. Still, not a word from him. His spanking action was nonstop, his persistent strokes painted the crimson red canvass of my ass and upper thighs. He concentrated on the sweet spot where my cheeks meet the upper thighs, the place where so many nerve bundles met. My muscles tensed at every slap, and my hips ground into his lap at every stroke, the slow burn on my ass was a fiery inferno. I could not but help to squirm and thrash about, my feet beating a rhythm on the floor, my hands tried to defend my poor defenseless ass. Without missing a beat, he lifted me up to straddle his left knee, his right leg forcing my legs to be still, his left hand held my arms so he would have a clear target again. I started to grind my swollen cunt into his thigh soaking his pant leg. He met my passionate strokes with loud slapping whacks, his pant leg now drenched from my erotic humping. I brought my hand to my cunt. Parting the lips, I glided two fingers in to the hilt. I moaned aloud at my first exploding release, screaming in the sweet agony at the ecstasy that this man has brought me And not yet a word from his lips! I panted from exhaustion; my breathing came in sobbing gasps as I thrashed against his leg and my own fingers, the delight of my release mingled with the pain brought on by his relentless hand. I closed my eyes, savoring the ecstasy as my mind gripped desperately to the stimulation as I reached the erotic release, each spank from his hand intensifying the rush and the riding of his thigh, my sweet nectar overpowering both of their senses as I slowly climbed down from the high. With my desires satisfied momentarily, I was all that more aware of the steady beat of his palm, the pain intensifying on my blazing backside. Screaming "Fuck it hurts!" I struggled to free my arm from his grip, crying out in frustration and agony when my efforts only made him more determined. The tingling afterglow of my orgasms still lingered, smoldering as the rising heat from my ass overpowered it. I thrashed, biting down hard on my lips to keep from pleading, from begging him to stop, stubbornly refusing to give in. My hair clinging to my damp, sweaty body, my breathing ragged and peppered with the sounds of a well administered punishment. Despite every yelp of agony as hand met flesh, every moan of pleasure as pain mixed with passion...the silence was deafening. Who was daring whom now? His hand now swollen as an over ripened melon, blistered from the dare that the lady had made who is now exhausted and in sweet tears from the pain and pleasure. He stopped my torment. Slowly he lifted me by my shoulders and enveloped me in his arms, my auburn hair brushed against his face as I took refuge and buried it in his chest my arms clutched around his waist. My whimpers turned to low moans, my body tingled with the feeling of safety and guidance. We stayed totally still and quiet, only a morning dove can be heard at the window. I shivered as a cool breeze flowed through the open window, soothing my scorched ass and drying my perspired skin as my hair tickled my bare back. I cuddled closer to him; he slowly rubbed my neck and back, easing my sore muscles that were so strained during the dare. He didn't touch my ass or thighs, so seared from the spanking the slightest contact would add pain. He slowly rocked me, my eyes half closed; I could barely keep them open. I felt so safe and secure in Daddy's arm. He lowered his neck so his lips were next to my ear, I could hear his breathing and he moved the hair hiding the lobe and softly bit down, a gnawing pleasurable pain that sent electricity down my spine. He released the earlobe from his grip and whispered in his quite firm voice; "Will you dare me again?" Tempting Fate This is a follow up story to "Who Effed Jessica Rabbit?", a Halloween tale of hidden identities, but it can also be read as a stand-alone story. Enjoy! * * * Have you ever had a chance encounter, something that seemed so unlikely to happen, that you couldn't account it to anything other than fate? Better yet, what happens when said chance encounter isn't so much random luck as the universe conspiring against you? I have always believed in fate and that everything happens for a reason. That way, when something unexplainable occurs in my life, I have a reason to believe it wasn't just random, but instead it's the universe pointing me in the right direction. I am at the mall with my best friend Liz, checking out the sales at New York & Company after a long Tuesday at work. I love shopping, especially when discounts at my favorite stores are involved. "Do you really need another pair of colored jeans, Scar?" I yell to Liz from behind the door of the dressing room where I am trying on a pair of jeans and some new tops. "No, but they're cute and they're on sale and I don't have a pair in this shade of blue." The door swings open and I step into the hallway to model the teal denim for Liz, flipping my long golden hair dramatically and snapping my fingers as I turn in front of the mirror. "So, how do they look?" "They look green." I stick my tongue out playfully but Liz just cocks her hip to the side and stares at me. She looks at me with the sexy, intense eyes she always gives me. She's interested but that ship sailed a long time ago for me. We were a thing in college, a thing that ended in flames and tears, but we got over it and have been friends since. "I mean they look great. You're ass looks really good and high-waisted jeans always do good things for your figure." The fabric hugs my curves and the tightness shows off my muscular legs. I slip on a pair of heels I just bought at another store and strut down the row of changing rooms. I love my body. My five feet, seven inches frame is covered in lean muscle and add onto that long, wavy blonde hair, natural D cup breasts, and wide hips, you've got yourself a blonde bombshell. Confidence has always been my strong suit and for this, I work part-time in an insurance office by day but I'm a professional pole dancer by night. I dance a few nights a week at a local club and I teach pole dancing classes at my gym on the weekends. I truly enjoy what I do and using my body in an artistic way is everything that I want at this point in my life. I admire my ass in my reflection and imagine cutting the jeans into booty shorts once the summer weather comes. I decide to buy the pants, despite Liz's hemming and hawing. After checking out, we go out for dinner after. There is a new place in the city center that has wine flights and flat bread pizza specials every night so Liz and I go there. When we arrive, the hostess seats us at a corner booth and we choose our wines and three flat breads to share. Liz starts to tell me about her new office crush but I stop her as I catch a glimpse of someone I think I know. A very tall man walks by our table, a man with broad shoulders and dark hair. He moves down the room with a comfortable confidence and makes his way toward the bar and sits down with another man. He loosens his tie and takes a sip of his beer. I notice his strong jaw, with a little bit of stubble prickling his skin, and his eyes are deep chocolate. My eyes widen when I realize who he is and I grab Liz's arm. "Liz," I whisper. "That's him." Liz puts her wine glass down and turns to me. "Who's him?" "That guy," I say and nod toward the tall, dark and handsome hottie at the bar. "That's the guy from Halloween." "What!?" Liz screams and a few people turn toward our booth, including the mystery man I'm eyeing. I hide my face and turn away but Liz just keeps on staring. "Shit, he is a fine piece of ass. And I don't even like men!" The man smiles and nods at Liz then turns back to his friend. "He obviously doesn't recognize me," I say after a gulp of a dark red wine. "I doubt that he would. The last time he saw you it was Halloween and you had bright red hair and drag queen make-up on. Dressing up like Jessica Rabbit didn't exactly give the world a glimpse of the real you." Liz swirls her wine and watches me watch the guy, or Private Ryan as I knew him. On Halloween, I transformed myself into Jessica Rabbit and hit the town. I looked like her one hundred percent: flaming red hair, exaggerated make up, the long red dress with the mile long slit up the side. The sexy stranger was wearing army fatigues and I called him Private Ryan all night. We drank, danced, and had some really hot sex in my car. I haven't seen him since, at least not until today. The pizzas come to the table and snap me out of my memory. Liz and I eat and chat but I always keep an eye on Ryan. A few times our eyes meet but I avert my gaze or pretend I'm looking for the bartender instead of acknowledging him. Towards the end of our meal, I glance over and notice the man's gone. "Damn," I mutter under my breath with disappointment. "Excuse me," I hear from the other side of the booth. I turn my head and see Ryan towering over the table, six feet of muscle dressed in a suit. "I'm sorry; I couldn't help noticing you all night. I have this strange feeling like we've met before but I can't seem to place your face." My mind goes blank for a split second. I can't think of anything to say, except for one name that falls from my lips without thinking. "Private Ryan," I say quietly. Once the name slips out, the man inhales sharply and his eyes light up. "Holy shit, Jessica Rabbit? From Halloween?" The blood rushes back to my brain and I relax slightly at the recognition. "Yup, that's me. My name's Scarlett, actually," I say and give a little laugh. "This is so crazy," he says with a grin. "It's great to see you again. I'm Max, by the way." He puts his hand out and I take it in mine. "Very nice to meet you again, Max." "The pleasure is all mine, Scarlett." Liz looks back and forth between us with a devilish grin on her face, testing the sexual tension before shattering it into pieces. "Scar, I'm going to go outside for a smoke. I'll be back." She scoots out of the booth and as she walks behind Max, she mouths 'Oh my god!' and mimes a humping motion. I blush instantly and laugh and Max turns around just as Liz stops her little show. "Do you mind if I sit?" Max motions to the now vacant booth and I nod. He sits down next to me and smiles. When he looks at me, I remember his thick eye lashes brushing against my skin, the way he kissed and nipped at my neck with that wide mouth, and how his big hands felt roaming over my body. "This is so crazy," Max says again and shakes me from my daydream. "I never thought I'd see you again, but I'm glad I did. How have you been?" "I'm good, things are good." I smile and take a sip of my wine. Max is staring at me with friendly but intense eye contact. I stare back at him, amazed that he's not afraid to look me in the eye, and give him a nod. "I'm sorry," he says as he diverts his gaze. "This is probably really weird for you and I shouldn't have just come over here like this but..." "No, no, it's really ok!" I put my hand on his forearm to reassure him and my skin instantly heats. "I'm just trying to wrap my head around this." "Well, I'd love to take you out some time so we can get to know each other." "Sounds good, Max. Maybe we can remember what happened four months ago?" I squeeze his forearm. Max winks at me and I bite my lip instinctively. "That would be great." He takes out his phone and opens a new contact window. "How about this weekend?" "Saturday night is good for me." We exchange numbers and when Liz returns, Max gets out of the booth to let her have her spot back. "Alright Scarlett, see you on Saturday." "Yes you will, Max," I say with a playful smile. "I'm looking forward to it." He winks and heads toward the exit. Once he is through the door, Liz is on me with questions about him, what's happening Saturday night and comments on his rocking body. We order another round of wine and gossip like teens, which I secretly love. She already knows what happened on Halloween but I highlight the good bits again, mostly for my own benefit. When I get home from dinner, I collapse on the couch with my shopping bags. I lay my head back and sigh, thinking naughty thoughts about Private Ryan, and what's in store for the weekend. * * * The rest of the week I am on my toes, restless with anticipation for my date with Max. When I work at the club on Thursday and Friday night, I dance every dance as if it were a private show for him. On Saturday, I run a few errands in the morning, get coffee with Liz at Starbucks, and teach my pole dancing class at the gym. After, I go home to shower and relax before the date. I stand in front of the mirror as I brush my long hair, thinking about outfits. "I Want You to Want Me" by Cheap Trick is blasting on my iPod and I can't help but swing my hips to the music. Once my hair is detangled, I add some product and clip it up in a twist as I get dressed. I decide on the teal skinny jeans I bought at the mall with Liz, a black, sequin tank top under a black blazer and tall, black pumps. I put some bangles on my wrists in shades of blue and green, a long silver necklace and silver studs in my ears. I let my hair down again and give it a quick blow out. When it's dry, my natural waves are shiny and loose. I do some quick smoky eye make-up with teal accents and I am ready. Liz calls while I'm in the car driving to the restaurant. She asks all the details about my outfit and tells me about the hot woman who hit on her at Starbucks after I left this morning. I pull up in front of the restaurant with a few minutes to spare. Before getting out of the car I say a quick goodbye to Liz and make my way to the door. I tell the hostess I am meeting someone but I am early, so I'll wait for him at the bar. I enter into the adjoining lounge and order a Cosmopolitan. I get the drink and take only a sip before I feel his presence behind me. "Hello, Scarlett," Max says in a warm voice. I turn around on my stool and smile. He's wearing dark blue jeans with a white button down shirt, black jacket, and a skinny navy tie. I stand up from the stool and even though I have on platform high heels, I am a few inches shorter than him. "Hello there," I say with a smirk. Max leans down and kisses my cheek, which makes me blush a bit. Max sits down on the next stool and I settle myself and pick up my Cosmo. "How are you?" "I'm good." I take a drink but maintain eye contact with him. "How are you?" "Work is crazy but I'm good. Better now that I'm here," he says with a smile. The hostess comes over and tells us our table is ready. Max stands and holds his hand out to me. I take it and step down from the stool, holding my drink in the other. "You look amazing by the way." "Thank you. You too," I say with a wink, before I turn and walk back toward the hostess. She leads us to our table and Max and I take out seats across from each other. He orders a whiskey on the rocks and I nurse my Cosmo. "So Max, tell me about yourself." Max's drink comes and he thanks the waitress. He takes a sip and settles back into the chair. "Well, I currently teach high school history but I was in the army and served a tour in Iraq before that. When you saw me on Halloween, I didn't have a costume and one of my buddies told me to wear my fatigues because it would help me get laid. I guess it worked." I laugh and raise my eyebrows at Max. He lifts his glass and I do the same. "What should we toast to?" I think for a moment and then say, "Here's to fate". Max nods. "To fate." We clink glasses and drink. The waitress comes to take our orders but we haven't even opened the menus yet. She leaves to bring us some bread and while she is gone, we both quickly scan the entrees. I decide on the filet mignon with roasted asparagus, rosemary whipped potatoes, and a starter of carrot and pumpkin soup. Max goes with the same cut of meat but with mixed vegetables, a baked potato, and a garden salad to start. "Now what about you, Scarlett," Max asks as the waitress walks off with our orders. "Don't think you're getting off that easy." I take a piece of bread and break it open. "Hmm, what about me? I love dogs; I want a Great Dane when I move out of my current apartment, either tan or sweet blue. I work in an insurance office, I love shopping, and oh," I say as I stuff a piece of hot bread in my mouth. "I'm a professional pole dancer." Max's eyes widen. "What?" "Yeah I know," I swallow my mouthful before I continue. "Guys kind of freak out when they find out I'm an exotic dancer." "No, not that." I give him a confused look and he shakes his head. "I mean, it's fucking hot that you're a dancer but that's not what surprised me." "So what surprised you then?" "That you want a Great Dane." Max pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens his photo gallery. "I have a black and white Great Dane named Carlos." He shows me the screen and I squeal like a typical girl. "His name is Carlos because he has a little mustache." I scroll through the pictures, admiring Carlos at the dog park, Carlos sprawled out across a bed, and Carlos and Max at the beach in the summer. "Max, he is adorable!" I give him the phone back and bite into my roll. "My apartment doesn't allow pets so when I move out, which will hopefully be soon, I want to rescue a Great Dane." "They're really sweet dogs, very mild mannered and well behaved. I can give you the name of the shelter I got Carlos from, if you want. They specifically work with big dogs that need good homes." I smile genuinely at the suggestion and nod happily. "That would be great, thanks." Our starters come to the table and the minute the pumpkin scent hits my nostrils, I'm in heaven. We start to eat but I only get a few bites in before Max asks me about my career choice. "So how did you get into pole dancing?" I put my spoon down and wipe my lips with my napkin before starting. "I've always been athletic, ever since I was young. I did a lot of sports growing up but once I started dancing in high school, I really felt in my element. Sports just didn't have the art and fluidity I felt with dance. I've tried almost every type of dance, like hip hop, ballroom, competitive, ballet, and pole dancing but pole dancing is by far my favorite. It keeps me in great shape and I've been lucky enough to find work doing it." "That sounds really cool. If I remember correctly, you had some very sexy moves on the dance floor." I laugh and take another spoonful of soup. "Thanks. I dance a few nights a week at a club, specifically pole work, and I teach pole dancing classes at a gym too. I do the insurance thing for the money but I have more fun when I'm on the pole." "I'll have to come by your club and see you dance some time," Max says with lust in his eyes. "If you're lucky, you might just get a private dance for free," I say back with a sly smile. "And if you get lucky, I'll recite the Constitution to you while you do it." Max gives me a sexy stare and we hold our serious faces for about five seconds before we both break out in hysterical laughter. The entrees come and we eat in comfortable silence. I think about Max, how sexy and relaxed he is sitting across from me, and how content I am to be out with him. "I'm glad we ran into each other this week," I finally say to break the silence. Max looks up from his steak and smiles. "Me too. You are a very interesting woman, Scarlett." "Thank you, Max. I would have to agree with you." I close my eyes and make a faux kissy face at Max. In an instant, I feel hands on my cheeks and lips against my lips. I open my eyes and Max pulls back but he still keeps his finger tips on me. He is leaning his entire body over the table and I have a surprised look on my face but he's the first one to speak. "I'm sorry if that was too forward but I think you are so goddamn sexy. I keep thinking back to Halloween night and I couldn't let you say one more word without kissing you again." Max starts to sit back down but I stand up and reach for his tie. I pull him back toward me and this time I initiate the kiss. It's chaste but sparks fly between us. I hear the waitress clear her throat and I can't help but giggle before pulling away from Max. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask you two to stop...umm...doing that at the table." I let go of Max's tie and sit back down. "I apologize. It won't happen again," I tell her with a fake smile. She turns to leave and I add, "At least not at the table." She doesn't stop walking but she turns her head and gives me a side eye. We go back to our dinner once she is gone, making small talk and telling jokes along the way. "That was delicious," I say as I sit back in my chair after having just wiped the dish clean with a piece of bread. "Can I get you anything else?" The waitress asks when she comes to clear our plates. Max and I look at each other and Max responds, "No, I think we're all set. Thank you." She nods and walks away to get the check. "I have a great idea for dessert," I tell Max. "Oh yeah?" Max leans forward on props himself up on his elbows. I mimic his movements and sit forward. "Oh yeah. I think you should come back to my place. I have homemade coffee ice cream in the freezer and I made brownies for a work party on Monday that we can have the first taste of. What do you say?" I bat my eyelashes and Max laughs. "Sounds perfect." Max pays the bill and we head out to the parking lot. We walk toward my car and as I reach for my keys, Max takes my hand and spins me around. Our faces are pressed together and I lay my hands on his chest. My breathe catches in my throat as one arm snakes around my waist and the other tangles in my hair. "Can we kiss again, now that we're not at the table?" I lean my head back to meet Max's eye and nod. Our lips touch and I lose myself. I bring my hands up to Max's face and hold him close to me as the kiss deepens. We start slowly but it only takes a few seconds for it to become passionately and I feel myself turn to jelly in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and I feel Max's arms tighten around my body. After a few minutes, we pull apart and my face is flushed with heat. Max brushed a loose hair from my cheek and asks, "So, what do you say about that dessert?" I detach myself from Max and find my keys. "Why don't you follow me in your car back to my place? It's just a few minutes outside the center." Max walks off toward his car and we exit the parking lot, him following me down the dark road. We get back to my place and park on the street in front of my building. I pull down the visor and check my make-up in the mirror. I give myself the 'You're sexy and you know it' look but I still jump when Max knocks on the window. He laughs at my reaction but opens the door and extends his hand to help me out of the car like a gentleman. I press the lock button and we walk to the entrance of my building. We enter, climb the stairs to the second floor and I unlock the door to my apartment. "Do you want something to drink or do you want to skip to the good part?" I ask as I throw my jacket over the side of the couch and walk into the kitchen. "What's the good bit?" Max yells from the living room. "Ice cream and brownie sundaes of course!" I come around the corner and move back into the living room. Max is standing near the front door, coat draped over his arm, looking oh so sexy. I have the pan of brownies in my arms with the ice cream, bowls, spoons, and chocolate sauce balanced on top. Tempting Fate "Need some help, Scarlett?" "Nope." I flex my arms as I cross the floor. "I promised you a dessert to die for," I say as I place the treats on the coffee table. "And I always deliver." I take off my heels and settle myself down on the couch. "Come sit. I'll make you a brownie sundae." Max takes a seat. He rests his arm over the back of the couch and crosses his ankles, taking an open but relaxed position next to me. I cross my legs underneath me and cut thick squares of brownie and put them in the bowls. I add hot fudge and then quickly get up from the couch. "Where are you going with my sundae?" Max calls after me. "I'm heating them up in the microwave," I yell back as I punch in the numbers. "And it's not a sundae yet." After thirty seconds for each bowl, I come back and give one to Max. I take a big scoop of ice cream and plop it on top of the brownie for Max then add a scoop to mine. "Bon appetite." I take a taste and let the cream, coffee, and hot chocolate flavors blend in my mouth. I lean my head back and moan as I take a second spoonful. Once I swallow, I open my eyes and see Max staring at me, spoon dangling from his mouth. "What," I say defensively and take another big bite. "I like dessert." Max laughs and takes a scoop of the sundae. He motions with his finger for me to come to him so I put my own bowl down and do as he commands. I crawl across the sofa and straddle his lap. "Open up," he says in a gruff voice. I close my eyes and open my mouth, letting him deliver me the sweet treat. I smile as I chew and then I feel Max's lips on mine. I open my eyes and we pull away from each other long enough for me to swallow and for Max to reach around me to put the bowl down on the coffee table. I take his face in my hands and this time I don't hold back. My tongue is in his mouth, his teeth bite my lips, I grip his face and his palms move aggressively over my ass and thighs. I can feel him getting hard as I grind myself down on his lap. His hands move up my back and under my shirt and my skin prickles with goose bumps. "You're really good at that," I whisper in his ear as I nip at the lobe. "Good at what?" "Good at turning me on." I feel a guttural noise rise in his chest and he squeezes my ass. "Ditto." I start kissing down his neck and body as I slide down onto the floor in front of him. I undo the buttons of his pants and watch Max lie his head back against the couch. The zipper slides down easy and I rub his cock through the fabric of his boxers, teasing him. Max's breathing picks up and he runs his hands up my arms as I blow hot breath over his package. I slip my finger under the waist band of his boxer and move it across his lower stomach. When I feel like I've teased him enough, I let his cock free. It's just as I remembered: long and thick, sticking straight up with trimmed hair around it, balls full and hanging below. "Like what you see," Max asks me as I stare. I look back up at him and wink before I start pleasuring him. I lick his penis, from base to tip, on every side. I go slow, allowing my tongue to feel every ridge of flesh and make sure Max is sufficiently teased. I flick my tongue over the head of his cock and his hands tighten around my shoulders. "Fuck," he moans when I finally take as much of him as I can in my mouth. My motions are patient but fluid and I use my hand to stroke the base of his shaft while I suck on the tip. Max slides his fingers up my neck and into my hair. He twists and pulls my hair but he doesn't start to face fuck me, which I am glad for. "Scarlett, you really need to stop," Max says after a few minutes. "You're going to make me come and the night's only just beginning." I sit back on my heels but continue to move my fist up and down his shaft. "What did you have in mind?" He stands up from the couch and takes my hands to pull me up from the ground. "Bedroom. Now." I lead him through the kitchen and into my room. There is a queen size bed in the middle with two white tables on either side. The bed is set on a stainless steel frame, with a shiny headboard made of steel bars. The comforter is navy blue, to off-set the white dressers and the steel accents. The room is clean and neat because I cleaned it before I left, just in case. I turn to face Max but back away from him until my legs bump the bed. He comes forward to me and pushes me down. He is towering over me, his shirt half unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck, and his pants hanging low on his hips. He tugs at his tie and it comes off but he holds onto it. He leans down over me and I scoot up onto the bed. He follows my movements up onto the pillows and I start to giggle. "What's so funny?" Max gives me a wicked smile that makes my body light on fire. "I don't know," I say as I chew my lip. "You're very serious all of a sudden." Max runs his thumb over the bottom lip I was just biting. "I take getting and giving pleasure very seriously." I start to bite down again but Max does it for me, claiming my mouth as his. I arch my back against him and I reach for his cock but he pulls my arms above my head, one at a time until he is holding both against the head board. He takes the tie in his free hand and rubs it over my arms. "What are you going to do with that?" "I'm going to tie your arms to these bars here," Max says as he starts to wrap the tie around my wrists. "That way, you have no choice but to let me have my way with you." An audible sound of pleasure escapes my throat and makes Max smile wickedly. Once my wrists are secure, Max steps off the bed and looks down at me with a heat in his eyes that makes me squirm. "Now, we are going to have to do something about these clothes." I'm still wearing my jeans and the sequin tank top is on but it is shoved up around my ribs. Max stretches out and undoes the button on my jeans. He trails his finger down my skin as he pulls the zipper and goose bumps spread over my abdomen. He hooks his fingers in the belt loops and pulls, peeling the denim from my legs, inch by inch. I close my eyes and I feel his palms move up my legs, over my thighs and across my stomach. As his hands move higher, he takes my blouse with them, revealing the black and teal lace bra that matches the panties I'm wearing. He tugs the shirt up over my face but leaves it there, covering my eyes. "Just relax," Max whispers in my ear as he tucks it tight behind my head. "Let me take care of you." I cannot find the words to speak so I just nod. Normally, I am in control and take charge but I give in and let Max control me, dominate me, please me. He starts by kissing lips, my cheeks, my ears and my neck. While his hands kneed my breasts, he licks down my clavicle, swirling his tongue over my cool skin. One of his hands slides under my back and unclips the bra, letting the girls free. He tucks the bra up above my heads and my nipples harden instantly. I inhale sharply as Max takes one dark nipple in his mouth and pinches the other between thumb and forefinger. I can feel his stubble on the soft underside of my breasts and it tickles me in a very erotic way. With every touch, every taste of me, I can feel myself getting wetter and more aroused. Max must be able to sense it too because he starts moving lower, kissing down my body, hands grasping my hips, face nuzzling against my mound. He breaths on me and I thrust my hips forward but he holds me down with a firm hand on my stomach. When I stop moving, I feel my panties being pulled down my legs and then I hear them fall on the floor. Then everything stops. There is silence for five, ten, fifteen seconds and my mind is racing. "Max," I say tentatively. "Are you still there?" "I'm still here," he responds. His voice sounds far away, as if he's across the room while he's talking. "I'm just looking at your gorgeous body." I feel so exposed, naked and tied to my own bed with Max eye fucking me from somewhere in the room. Being this vulnerable is unnerving but it turns me on like I cannot even describe. "Tell me." I spread my legs a little bit wider and pull on the head board. "Tell you what?" Max's voice is closer now. "Tell me about my body. Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me." "Well, like I already said, I think you're gorgeous." My face flushes when he calls me 'gorgeous'. "Your arms are strong and your muscles flex every time you pull on the tie. Your lips are plump and when you bite it, it makes my cock ache. Your tits are round, a perfect handful, with really dark nipples. I like that. Your abs are firm but you don't have a six pack, which I like because it shows strength but femininity. Now what to say about that pussy..." I feel the bed shift under his weight and dip down between my legs. He puts his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushes them apart, exposing me totally. "These smooth lips," he says as he strokes them with his thumbs. "They're so soft and pink. And inside," he parts me with his fingers and I inhale sharply. "There it is. That little pink nub." He brushes my clit with the pad of his thumb and I almost scream. Max pulls my hips forward and I feel my pussy touch his lips. "Do you think you've been teased enough, Scarlett?" I nod my head but Max does nothing. "I didn't hear you." "Yes," I moan. I feel Max's finger slide between my lips and he rubs them with my juices but doesn't enter me. "Max," I say as I writhe under his touch. "Please." Max closes his mouth over my mound and slips a finger into my wet opening. I cry out and pull against the restraints as he slowly moves his tongue over my pussy and his fingers in and out of me. I let my mind go blank and enjoy the sensations on my body: the softness of the duvet rubbing against my bare back, Max's rough hand on my abdomen while the other plunges deep into me, his tongue making me see stars as he swirls it over my clit. My heart is beating so fast. The rise and fall of my chest increases as I feel the orgasm building inside me but Max stops. I cry out a sound of disappointment but Max starts kissing up my belly, across my chest, and back to my mouth. I can taste myself on him and feel the weight of his body over mine. He pulls the shirt off my face and I squint at the initial shock of light. "Open your eyes," he coos as I blink. "I want you to watch while I fuck you." Max gets off the bed and walks across the room. When my eyes finally adjust to the light, I raise my head and stare in awe at the sight of him. He is standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his thick cock with one hand and holding a condom in the other. I let my eyes wander over his naked body, seeing it fully for the first time. I notice his gaze, dark with lust, his body is broad and strong and his chest is covered with light hair. His arms are thick with muscle and he has a half sleeve of tribal tattoos that come up and fan over his right shoulder and pectoral. His legs are long and muscular but I notice a small scar above his left knee. I hear the foil packet rip open and my eyes come back up as Max rolls the condom down his shaft. He kneels down on the bed between my legs, stroking my inner thighs as his cock stands ready to enter me. His hands clamp around my ankles. "Put your feet on my shoulders," he says as he starts to lift my legs. I rest my heels on his wide shoulders and my pussy is level with his cock. My legs are together and it feels so tight as Max slowly pushes into me. My pussy is so wet that he slides right in. "Fuck me," I whisper and roll my head back in ecstasy. He thrusts gently but deeply as he runs his hands up and down my legs. I try to lower my ankles and spread myself wider to get a deeper penetration but he holds them firmly in place. "No, I want to tease you until you're begging me to let you come." He leans slightly forward, changing the angle of his hips and my pelvis so I can feel his cock hitting my G-spot. I scream out as the pleasure starts to build again. "Does that feel good?" I look up at Max and see the passion in his eyes as he brings me close to edge, yet again. All I can do is nod my head in response. I clamp my ankles around Max's neck, preparing myself for the earth shattering orgasm I know is coming, but Max stops his motions. My eyes fly open as Max pulls out and drops my legs. "What the fuck are you doing?" I pull hard on the restraints and arch my back in agony. He climbs up takes my face in one of his hands and kisses me. It's hard and rough and I come undone, like I do at every touch from Max. I am so lost that I don't even notice my hands are now untied and Max is pulling me up into a sitting position. I realize what is happening and open my eyes. Max moves behind me, all the while kissing my neck and stroking my nipples, keeping me extremely aroused. "Bend over," he commands and I do as he says. I get down on my hands and knees and Max pulls me toward his lap. He enters me but doesn't thrust or make any motions. Instead, he rubs my ass in small circles and massages my flesh. I know what he wants and I want it too. "Spank me," I say as I fist my hands in the comforter. "Spank me hard, Max." Max's makes a noise deep in his throat and brings his hand down hard on my bare skin. It stings and a dull ache spreads across my muscle, an arousing mixture of pain and pleasure. It makes me so hot for him and I cry out every time his palm meets flesh. "Lean back," he tells me after a few good slaps. I come up on my knees and Max holds me to his chest while he starts to fuck me. His hands roam over my breasts, pinching my nipples and kissing my neck while his cock slides in and out. I move his hands lower down my body until his long fingers find my clit. "Do you want to come, Scarlett?" Max licks my ear lobes as he taps my clit. "Fuck yes," I breathe and start to touch my own tits. "Can I come, Max? I want to come for you." "Yes," he says. With that one word, I come undone. My body shakes and I scream loud, not caring if the neighbors hear me. Max has one hand working my clit and the other is wrapped around my body, stopping me from collapsing on the bed. "Shit," Max says as he bites down onto my shoulder and comes just as hard as I am. After a minute of body rocking pleasure, I go limp and Max lies me down gently on the bed. He kisses my forehead and gets up to throw the condom away. When he comes back, he lies down on the pillows and pulls me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and tangle my legs with his. Max strokes my back and twists his fingers in my hair. We lay like that for several minutes, breathing together in post coital bliss. "That was amazing," I finally say with a sigh. "How did I even find you?" Max kisses the back of my head and tightens his arm around my shoulders. "I don't know, but you said you believed in fate." I can hear the smile in Max's voice without turning to look at him. "You're right, I do believe in fate." "You know what's funny?" Max asks. He moves up to a sitting position and I roll over onto my back. "I actually live a few houses down the street from you." I sit up and stare at Max. "What!? How did I not notice a stud like you with an awesome dog living in my neighborhood the last few months?" Max laughs. "I don't know, opposite schedules I guess." I grab a pillow and hit him with it. I try to take a second swing but he blocks it, throws the pillow down and gets on top of me. He has a wicked look in his eye but my laughter softens it. "Well," Max starts as he pulls a feather out of my hair. "If this isn't a sign of fate, I don't know what is."