0 comments/ 28744 views/ 2 favorites Perfect Night By: sweetydawn SCENARIO: We have just come from a fun night out on the town and are headed for a secluded location with nobody around to hear or see what is going on. All evening we have been passing suggestive comments and looks back and forth and now are ready to act on them… After we leave the nightclub, we jump in the car and head for our “secret” spot. I am very eager and impatient to feel your throbbing member deep inside of me but still I tell you to drive slowly. When you ask me why, I respond by sliding next to you and unzipping your pants. After I unzip your jeans, I feel inside of them to find you are hardening rapidly. While you desperately try to keep your eyes on the road and concentrate on your driving, I begin to stroke you very gently but deliberately until you are hard as a rock. I bend over and flick the tender tip of your cock and then run circles around it with the tip of my tongue. I continue doing this until I begin to sense your urgency for more. Slowly – teasingly – I lower my mouth over the head and then further down until your entire length is buried in my throat. Hearing your moans, I begin to wonder how much more you can take and still keep driving. I begin to move deliberately up and down, ravishing every centimeter of your delicious cock, as your breathing grows more and more rapid. As I am sucking you, I notice that the car is not moving. I look up and notice that you have pulled the car to the side of the road, unable to safely concentrate on two things at once. Taking advantage of my change in position, you move the seat back as far as it will go and then recline it so that you can turn sideways, facing me. I take the cue and pull your pants down further so that I can begin to nibble on your balls as well as your throbbing cock. I scoot down further on the seat and resume my sucking, concentrating on your balls, rubbing them tenderly with one hand while stroking you with the other, and then moving back to your shaft. You begin to thrust your hips upward, driving your cock deeper into my throat and silently begging me for more. All to happy to give you what you want, I begin to suck more ferociously – harder and faster, as the head jabs the back of my throat. I begin to taste the salty, sweet precum that is pouring from you. Looking into your eyes, I tell you to cum into my mouth and within seconds, I feel you shoot your load into my awaiting mouth. After what seems like an eternity, we finally arrive back at the cabin and are half naked before we even get out of the car. As we walk into the building, I can’t help but to nibble and kiss on any part of skin that I am able to access. You circle your arms around me and place a very needy, hungry kiss on my open lips and I begin to think that the bulge in your pants cannot get any bigger. Somehow we manage to get inside and in warp speed, are fully undressed and sitting in front of a cozy fire. I have you lie on your back on the floor and start to reenact what was started in the car. Beginning on your forehead, I trail sweet, wet kisses all over you - first your ears, then your face and neck, then slowly working my way further down, listening to your moans of ecstasy. When I get to your groin area, I begin to tease but do not take you into my mouth. Before I know it, however, we have changed positions and you are now in charge, as I lie on my back staring into your devilish face. Before I have a chance to wonder what you are going to do next, you begin to return the sweet torture, placing sweet caresses in all the right spots. My body responds quickly and feels hot in every possible spot. Beginning at my toes, you lick, nibble, kiss and caress every inch of my body (yet missing the one, vital spot) making me squirm and yearn for more. Up one side of my body and then down the other – and always making me wait for my heart’s (and body’s) true desire. Putting all pride aside, I begin to beg and plead for you to put your talented tongue to proper use. Sensing my urgency, you finally give in and the next thing that I know, you are using that tongue and mouth of yours to bring me to the brink of a much-needed orgasm. I grab your head and force your face deeper into me as the orgasm overtakes me and floods your face. I can’t help but scream out with the sensations that are pouring over me. After the waves of passion subside slightly, I begin to want more. Reaching over to you, I begin to fondle your cock, noticing that it is once again oozing precum. I lick the head of it clean and then demand for you to fuck me and fuck me hard. I turn over and get on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder in encouragement. Wasting no time, you get behind me and ram all you’ve got deep into me. Overcome with the awesome sensations running through me, I gasp and push back against you. You begin to thrust in and out of me – faster and faster - as I begin to feel another orgasm start to build. Yelling for you to go faster, I begin to slam my ass up against your hips. I begin to feel the throbbing in your cock and know that you are very close to shooting your wad deep inside of me and begin to gyrate still faster. Just as I start to feel your hot cum course through you, my orgasm begins to spill forth, pouring out of me, mixing with your juices, and spilling out onto yours and my legs… Perfect Night As the clock ticked away the minutes, I smiled to myself and felt my clit throb at the thoughts of being with Master. I finished reviewing the contracts the sales reps handled today, sorted through my email, and sent my last group message to the staff regarding how well they sold today. "I'm done for the day, enjoy your weekend ladies." I yell out to my clerical staff as I'm locking my office door. Free at last... no sales reps to worry about, my son at a friends for the weekend, and a whole night with Master. As I approached the hotel I could feel my heart begin to race and palms sweat. I wanted so much to be perfect for him. I chose my corset, thigh highs, thong and 6' heels to wear. I paid extra attention to shaving perfectly smooth around my pussy and asshole this morning knowing Master enjoys inspecting. And I glanced in the mirror one last time to touch up my makeup and hair. I spotted his car and could feel my nipples become erect. "Good! Master LOVES my nipples." As I pulled in the parking spot, Master emerged from his car. Smiling he opened his arms to me. "Hello princess". His voice so soft and kind. I walked to him with eyes lowered and head bowed, but spoke as I knew he had spoke first. "Master I am here for your pleasure". I felt his arms wrap around me in approval. "Good slut, and you will do just that. What have you brought for me baby?" he asked as he raised my chin and allowed me to look into his eyes. "I have brought you my pussy Sir, wet and ready to be tortured with your toys and cock. I have brought you my ass Sir, tight and ready to be stretched open for your toys and cock. I have brought you my tits Sir, nipples erect and ready for your clamps and mouth. I have brought you my mouth Sir, Ready to drink your golden nectar and drain your balls into me. I have brought you every inch of my skin, ready for the kiss of your flogger, the sting of your whip. I bring you my heart for your endearment, soul for your erotica, mind for your control. I am here as your slave Sir...I love you Master. Please teach me Master? Please...I want to be collared and branded by you. I promise I will not disappoint you. You know I am loyal and honest and ALWAYS obedient." I felt the stroke of my hair and a sudden yank. "That, sweet slut will be my decision now won't it! Now off to the room with you" and I felt his playful slap of my ass. We dropped off the suitcases in the room and drove to the restaurant for dinner. The waitress approaches and I order a corona with lime for Master and a wine for myself. "Good choice princess, a cold beer sounds good." I smile filled with pride knowing he was pleased with my gesture. We laughed and talked over dinner and discussed our vacation to Vegas. "I can't wait to be all yours for a week Master. I will not disappoint you." Master smiles and strokes my arm "You have NEVER disappointed me princess, l love you." I feel the heat in my face begin. "Master you make me blush." I giggled. "And you will look even more beautiful with a pink bottom to match." he laughed. We finished dinner and went back to the room. As always, the room was beautiful and I was quite surprised at the hot tub in the room. It was a first for Master to reserve and I was thrilled! I lit my caramel candles while Master used the bathroom. I dropped to slave greeting awaiting Master to exit the bathroom. When he did he spoke. "There is no prettier picture then that of you in that position". He circled me and slides his hands over my back and shoulders. Slowly he slid my thong down and began to inspect my pussy for wetness. First one finger, then two, then finally four inserted deeply with his thumb rubbing my clit. My body began to convulse as I moaned and gasped. "Master, I have missed you so much". "I have missed you too Patty". He slid his fingers out and used my juices as lube and massaged my asshole. Slowly he began inserting his fingers in, stretching carefully as to not hurt my bottom. "We really need to work on stretching you baby, you are very tight." I sighed. "Yes Master, I am sorry but my ass is not used very often and you said you would help me, remember?" Reaching under my body he felt my dangling tits and began to squeeze and twist my nipples. "Stand up for me". I did as told and remembered what he had told me the first time I was with him. Never stand before him without my legs being spread. I stood and he asked me to turn slowly. I did as told as he began to undress and speak "You are a beautiful woman Patty. You look so sexy and your skin so soft and white. Come to me." I drop to my knees and crawled over to the end of the bed. I bowed my head and waited to feel the tightness of my leather collar wrapping my throat. I nuzzled against his cock with my face as he finished snapping it. "Now up on this bed, but naked first." I undress slowly knowing how much Master enjoys a good show. I slide off my shoes, the thigh highs one at a time. Then playfully unsnap one snap at a time on my corset till eventually my tits are fully exposed. "Much better, now up on the bed." Master places the wrist restraints on first, then the ankle ones and smiled at me. "You are a sight." My heart raced making it difficult to speak "Master, I feel complete now...please use me?" Pushing me down on my back he tied me spread eagle on the bed and begins with nipple clamps. Slowly squeezing them he speaks clearly and precisely as my breathing becomes irregular. "I know baby, life is tough. But you want to look pretty for me, don't you? And your nipples, they are so perfect for these clamps." I couldn't decide if I wanted the clamps, vice grips, or to take a pierced earring and stick it in my nipple hole. "I think I want your earring as well as these clamps." I turned my head to give Master my earrings and watched as he inserted the wire into my nipple. I felt the wetness begin to drip down my thighs now. "Master, I can't stop from dripping, my thighs are soaked." "Good girl, but no cumming yet." I then see Master grabbing "Mr. Hitachi". I giggled as I see him plug it in. "Master I LOVE the Hitachi company. I wonder if they know that their massage wand is being used on clits!" Master slowly begins to insert his fingers one at a time, and then begins pumping deeper and faster. The wetness was incredible and I saw him smile and knew what was going to happen. My heart pounding so loud I couldn't hear much else. "Please Master...lick my clit...PLEASE...I'm begging you!" Master has a tongue that could make me cum within minutes when he uses it. He began spreading my cunt lips. "You have the most beautiful little rose here for me. God your pussy is so pretty. I love how your lips swell and open for me." He began to lick my clit knowing how sensitive it is and knowing I will cum. I began thrashing but could not move due to the ropes. I arched my back and rocked pushing my clit against his tongue. He started to finger me as well. "MASTER.. I'm going to explode. Please..!" "NO!! Not yet...I want more of me inside you" He knows how much I WANT to be fisted and pushes four fingers inside me. "MASTER...please...the small of my back is spasming, and my legs are going numb, I am going to explode...please." He stopped. "Oh my God...please don't stop! Please Master." He reaches over and grabs the massage wand and clicks in on high speed. "You know how you cum the best. It's time now." He unties one of my hands and hands me the wand. I begin rubbing my clit and feel it throbbing. "I want to cum now Master...please...I need you." He kisses me deeply and then moves down to my nipple and begins to suck and bite at it while fingering my cunt. "NOW you will cum for your Master!" I begin to moan and feel it building as Master's hard cock is rubbing against my thigh. Suddenly an explosion of ecstasy hit me. I scream out. "Fuck." Master was thrilled as he feels my white creamy cum oozing out of my cunt over his fingers. He brings them to my lips and watches me lick them clean. "I love watching you suck. It's now time to take care of me." Master unties my other hand and tells me to fuck myself. I begin masturbating and insert all five fingers in my cunt as he starts stroking his cock frantically. He is pumping so hard he has difficulty talking. "When I tell you princess, remember?" I smile and know just what to do. "Please feed me Master...please? I was good, right? I pleased you. My pussy is so open and ready for you cock...please?" "Later I will fuck you, NOW I will feed you." My body shuddered as I lifted my chin in the air and waited anxiously for his command. Within minutes I heard those two words I cherished hearing. "Patty, mouth!" I opened my mouth and felt Master's hot cum spurting on to my tongue. When he was through, I remained still, with mouth open; awaiting Master's inspection to assure every drop was resting on my tongue. He stroked my hair and give me validation. "Swallow now." and I tasted the saltiness of his seed. "Thank you Master." I nuzzled against his chest and we rested for several minutes. Feeling his chest raising and lowering calmly I lifted my body from his and kissed him deeply. "Master? You never got the room with the hot tub. Can we use it now?" He smiled knowing how excited I was about trying it. I knew it wasn't a big deal for him, he has one at his home but I was only in one twice and wanted to feel the warmth of the water swirling around me. "Yes, draw the water princess." And I sprung from the bed and began filling the tub. I poured a glass of wine and knelt beside the bed to serve it to Master. He smiled and drank it as I told him of my crazy day at work and waited for the tub to fill. When it was, I turned off the water and returned to my spot kneeling next to the bed. "Master, can I bathe you now?" "Let's go." he said. I carried the bottle of wine and candles over to the tub and I kneeled next to tub while he climbed in and turned on the jets. "Okay princess, get in." I climbed in and giggled as the bubbles tickled my ass. Sipping the wine made me so relaxed in combination with the water. I closed my eyes and listened to Master tell me of his plans for us to travel to Florida in May and enjoy some fun things there again. As he was talking I slide over on top of him, my back resting against his chest. I reminded him of the beautiful room we had before and the pleasure of being able to awaken him by sucking his cock. As I was talking to him I reached behind me and began to stroke at his cock. I could feel him swelling as I told him how exciting it was being hung by the neck in his room. "Remember Master? Remember the chain you had hung from the ceiling, hooked to my collar ring? And my hands restrained behind my back? I danced on my tip toes to your flogger and you said that I thrust my tits so beautifully for you." "I remembered if I tired and went flat footed, I choked. I remember "flying" for you...taking your pain and panting like a bitch in heat. You said I was your fuck toy...you said I looked so pretty for you with my cum sliding down my thighs. Then I remember you releasing me and fucking me from behind on the bed. Your cock loves being buried inside my pussy Master...I just know it does." As I was speaking to Master, he yanked my hair backwards pulling my head against his chest. He began to wrap his hand around my throat and squeeze as he began biting at my neck and shoulders. "Oh Master...I need to cum again...please can we fuck now?" He continued to squeeze and I could feel my last breath being taken. I began to float and look down at myself and then heard Master's voice. "Come back to me princess...come on baby...come back down." I slowly felt my body floating back down and then sighed as I felt like I had awoken from a sound sleep. Master turned off the jets and released the water as he helped me out of the tub and toweled me off. I lay on the bed watching him towel dry and then knew by the look on his face it was time. I climbed up on all fours and awaited the thrust of his cock. I felt his kiss on my shoulder and his hands on my hips as he buried his cock deep and began to rock me, first slowly, then faster and harder. He grunted how much he enjoyed this and used my pussy for what seemed like hours. He then spoke: "Over onto your back and raise open your legs to me". I did as told and held my legs open high in the air as he rammed me hard and deep. "Fill your owned pussy Master...fill it full with cock." I panted. He fucked faster and felt my tits rubbing against his chest as he loved. He stopped and said "not yet baby" and rolled me to my side. Playfully he slapped at my ass and kissed my shoulders. "I think maybe we should stretch your ass a bit. Nice and easy though. You ARE to remain still, do you understand?" I sighed and answered promptly "Yes Sir." I knew that the past few times that Master has used my ass that I had gotten carried away with excitement and began to try ramming his cock inside me. I cried out in pain and Master was not happy with me. I felt the cool lube being applied as he fingered my asshole and began pushing gently with the head of his cock. I wanted to feel him inside me and had to resist pushing against him. Slowly he inched his way in allowing the head of his cock and a few inches of his shaft to penetrate me. "Please Master...take me." I begged but was reminded WHO was in control. After several minutes he pulled out of my ass and told me it was time. "Up on all fours baby, it's time to fill you full of my cum." Master began to pump hard. My body was shuddering from the thickness of his shaft filling my hole. Harder and harder he pumped. "Come on slut, drain my balls now!" I began to rock and push as fast and hard as I could. I knew it would be soon, Master was making a guttural sound as if ready to explode. "My balls are filling baby, soon...it's coming now...get ready...ahhh, yes, yes...empty them...NOW!" Master gave one final thrust and I felt the fire of his seed. "Oh yes...Thank you Master...thank you." We both laid silent for several minutes when I broke the silence with my humor. "Master? Wanna do that again?" Master laughed and said "later baby, now roll over and let me put my cock in your ass now." He playfully paddled my ass and began massaging my ass cheeks, then began rubbing my back and shoulders as I drifted off to sleep. "I love you Master". I lean back and felt his tongue slide into my throat. "I love you princess" were the last words I heard Perfect Night The scene is set, rose petals on the bed and candles around the room just waiting to be lit. Now all that's needed is for me to slip into the new underwear and black silk robe you got me for my birthday. Glancing at my watch, I'm aware you're due back from training within the hour. That leaves me with just enough time to shower and tidy myself up before you're due home. Just as I place the razor down, I hear you coming up the stairs. "Where be my honey? Be she in here?" You call out as you push open the bathroom door. "Nope, no honeys in here beast!" I reply, sneaking my head around the shower curtain. Before I know what's happening you've walked over to the bath, reached in and lifted me out. Somehow, we end up a giggling heap on the floor. "How is my smelly babe then?" I ask, kissing you softly as you smack my bum. Grabbing my hair, you pull me closer to you, kissing me passionately. "God, how I missed you," you say, after one of the most intense kisses we have shared in a while. "But you've only been gone two days and one night. You can't have missed me that much." I sit up so that I'm now sitting on you. "Ah, but that's two days and one night too many." You sit up and wrap your arms around me, not caring that your suit is getting wet "So, what you got planned for tonight? Have I got time for a quick shower; seeing as you so kindly pointed out how I smell." "Of course you have." I smile and stand up, grabbing one of the fluffy white dressing gowns off the back of the door. I slip it on and wrap it around me. "See, I've even left the shower running for you." I laugh as I walk out of the bathroom into our bedroom. Looking around, I am pleased that everything is in place. I reach for the dark purple underwear from the chair and allow the dressing gown to fall to the floor. I bend down and step into the thong before slipping on the bra. No sooner have I slipped on the silk robe than you knock on the door. "Is it safe to come in?" "Give me two minutes babe!" I grab the lighter and quickly run around the room, lighting all the candles. "Are you all dry?" I call out, lighting the last candle and picking the dressing gown up from the floor. I hang it on the back of the door and open the door. I am greeted by the site of you, standing there naked, with the towel around your ankles. "Well..." I start as you walk towards me and sweep me into your arms, carrying me further into our room. "Wow!" You look around the room and slowly walk over to the bed to lower me onto it. "The room looks fantastic." I say nothing, just smile as you kneel naked before me. You slowly run your hands up my legs, feeling me through the silk of the robe. I lean forward and kiss you, placing my hands on either side of your face. You move yourself up and place your hands on my hips and almost half lift, half slide me up the bed. You lay yourself down next to me on the petal covered bed. With both of us lying on our sides, you slowly stroke my face and down my neck with one hand. Your fingers are making a trail soon to be followed by your mouth. Your fingers continue their way down my body and now I'm stroking your face, looking into your eyes deeply before kissing you with renewed passion. With a tender touch, you slowly run a trail down my body over the robe, teasing me through the thin material. My nipples strain through my bra. The feeling of gentle pressure from your fingers, the lace of my underwear and the silk of my robe are soon too much and I moan loudly. Wrapped up in the sensations you are creating in my tingling body, I don't notice you've untied my robe until you bury your face between my breasts. You kiss, lick and nip at my exposed flesh. I try to sit up so that I can slide the robe completely off but you stop me. "Not yet," you whisper, as you lower your head back to my breasts, kissing every exposed inch before moving your body to kiss and lick your way down mine. Your fingers find my nipples through the lace of my bra to pinch, stroke and caress them. Knowing this is driving me crazy, you simply carry on with your kissing and licking, teasing me mercilessly. You kiss my belly button and I flinch. You know I hate my belly button being touched so you softly slap my bare thigh to distract me. You look up at me and move that we are again side by side. I stay on my back while prop yourself up on your side to wrap your arm over my waist as you shift your naked body closer to me. The heat of your body being so close makes me turn and face you, just looking you in the eyes. I kiss you once more. I bring my leg up, bending it, so that I can maneuver over you to straddle you, pushing you over on your back. Placing both my hands on your chest, I can steady as I make myself more comfortable on you. You reach up and slide the robe down over my shoulders. You feel me shudder slightly as you run you fingers down my arms. I lean down to kiss you as you reach behind me and unclasp my bra. It slides down to reveal my full breasts. You slide your hands slowly around from my back to slowly and gently cup each breast, positioning each hand so that my nipples are in between your thumb and forefinger, squeezing ever so slightly. Building a rhythm, I rock my hips ever so slightly on yours, feeling your hardness growing and throbbing in-between my legs against the material of my thong. Keeping my hands on either side of your head, I continue to kiss you, moving slightly so that I can begin to kiss down your body. Starting with your neck, moving slowly down as you keep both your hands on my breasts, pulling more on my nipples now. Your movements are getting rougher the more I try to work down your body. Not able to get lower than your chest, I work my way back up. Licking and kissing my way with your hands firmly on my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. I work back into the rhythm of our hips. Just as you start getting into it, grinding your hips with mine, I move. Once more kissing and licking my way down your body. You try to stop me, by squeezing my breasts and nipples but I move fast now, almost jerking my breasts out of your reach. "Oh, I was enjoying that so..." you start, but don't bother to continue as you feel me working my way even further down your naked body. You guess where I am heading. Running my hands down your sides, my fingers work faster down your body than my mouth. My fingers find your cock mere moments before my mouth does. As my fingers work slowly down the length of your cock, my tongue follows the trail made by my fingers, licking slowly down to your balls. As I lick slowly over every inch, you moan loudly. I take that as my cue to slowly ease the head of your cock into my mouth. I take my time to tease you, licking and sucking, letting my tongue flick over your cock. Taking your cock into my mouth, I work you with my hand, slowly building speed. Working into a faster rhythm in time with you rocking your hips, you get faster and faster as you feel yourself coming closer and closer. The taste of you fills my mouth. I stop only for a moment, but I keep my hand moving fast on your cock as I look you in the eyes before returning my mouth to your cock, once more licking and sucking. Working fast, I feel you tense as your cock throbs and you shoot cum deep in my mouth. I lick and suck your cock clean, making sure I get every... last... drop. You place your hands on either side of my face and gently pull so that I crawl up the bed until I am sitting on your cock. You pull me close to you and kiss me, wrapping your arms tight around me. Somehow you manage to flip me over, so that you're on top of me, almost pinning me down. As you kiss me passionately and begin to work your way down my body, you take the time to kiss every inch of me. Licking, nipping and kissing my neck, you work your way down. Slowly but surely you work towards my breasts. Your fingers find my nipples, pinching and twisting them. Once more working into a rhythm as you continue to lick and kiss your way down my body. Quickly working down my belly, your mouth finds the top of my thong. You only manage to pull at it with your teeth before giving up and removing both hands from my breasts, sliding them slowly down my sides. You keep kissing your way down my body, kissing me through my thong. You push my legs wider so that you can kiss my wet pussy through the thin material, applying pressure to my aching clit. The thin lace gets wetter as you work my clit. Your fingers tease the waistband. Your tongue pushes and probes at my pussy, tasting me through my underwear. Your hands work slowly round my legs, my inner thighs, running up my legs. One hand sneaks back round to my hip while the other works slowly up my leg, your fingers slipping under the drenched fabric of my thong, feeling the smooth lips of my pussy. "You shaved for me," you say, not waiting for a response as you lower your head once more, this time your tongue softly licking at the newly exposed flesh. Your fingers slowly pushing my thong aside as your tongue laps at my skin, occasionally flicking at my clit, barely touching. You continue to lick at my cunt lips, sucking on the smooth skin, stopping only to pull my thong down. I lift my hips to make it easier but you stop when you get to my knees, almost forcing my legs together. You keep my legs up and slowly shuffle forward, lining your cock up with my wet hole. Teasing me, you slowly begin to ease your cock into my cunt. You barely enter me before pulling out and sliding back in, repeatedly. Each time sliding in deeper until you have sunk all of your deviously hard cock into my wet cunt. Going slowly at first, gradually you build speed until you are pounding into me. You rest my legs on your shoulders, my thong still around my knees. You continue to rock your hips, working your cock deep into my pussy. Watching me pinch and twist my nipples before sliding one hand down my body, reaching between my legs, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing in circles. My fingers match speed with your hip movements. Working faster and faster, until without warning you pull out. You lean down and kiss me. "I'm not ready for this to finish, I want to have more fun with you yet," you say as you kiss your way down my body, taking your time to kiss everywhere. Going from nipple to nipple, you take your time to lick round each one, tongue flicking, sucking and teasing each one, while your hand makes a trail down my body, quickly finding my dripping pussy. Your tongue flicks my nipples as your fingers flick across my clit, almost working together in a rhythm, working my clit and nipples as if they were one. Fingers exploring, finding my wet hole but teasing it, two fingers just there, pushing a little but not going in, as you continue to work my clit and nipple. Your fingers teasing me, I know what you want just as much as you know what I want. But I am not going to give in just yet, I am not going to beg you just yet. And we both know that, this is like a game for us, a way to make things different, how long can I go before I have to beg you to lick me, to take my clit in your mouth and roll your tongue round it, suck it. We both like the tease too much. To be continued... Perfect Night Michael was on the edge of the couch, beside me, his hip grazing my ribcage. He was drinking white wine, and he sat his glass on the coffee table. "Michael," I said, putting my arms up like I was going to hug him, but finding myself a little too tired and drunk -- I laid them back down again. "Jane," he replied, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. "You missed your designated driver." I sighed, realizing that I would have to call a taxi. Then his hand fell onto my bare shoulder, and it occurred to me how cold it was in the room. "You're cold," he said. I just nodded and smiled. He rubbed his hand up and down my arm. His touch was warm. I felt so cozy, I thought I might really fall asleep then and there. "I better get home," I groaned, starting to get up. But almost immediately he pushed me back down. It startled me. It startled me awake. "You can't, you've been drinking," he said. I smiled at him again. I felt like I was in an old movie, drunk in a mansion with a man in a tux. It was all so elegant. "I better call for a taxi," I grinned, already thinking about putting my fur back on and sashaying off to a yellow cab, with my Emmy sticking out of the coat's pocket. I reached for my clutch, but Michael snatched it up a moment before I did. "Don't do that." Was Michael flirting with me? Playing Keep Away with my purse at three-thirty AM wasn't the kind of thing I would usually find amusing, but I don't know. I used to have a little bit of a crush on Michael, back when I was still just an assistant. Of all the people in the studio, he had the most power. He was a wit, and he looked damn good in a suit. I used to fantasize about him accidentally reading one of my scripts, loving it, and falling in love with me as a result. I imagined flowers, and "chance" meetings near the soda machines. Eventually, shyly, he would ask me to a movie. "I need to go home, Michael," I said, giving him a look that I hoped communicated that while I appreciated the flirting, I was serious. It was late, and I needed to take my contacts out. I reached for my clutch again, sitting up a little more, trying to take it out of his hand. He just held it further away. But the rest of his body didn't move. "Why?" he asked. "So I can get some sleep," I said, and I reached again. This time, for balance, I had to put my other hand on his arm. Suddenly though, he moved that arm down around my waist and pulled me even in closer, pressing his nose behind my ear, into my neck. "Sleep here," I heard him say, before I felt the moisture of his open lips on my skin. Instinctively, I tried to push away from him, but his arms were unmovable. He continued kissing down my neck, and being ticklish, I squirmed uncomfortably. "Michael," I said. "Michael?" I had never had this happen before. His face rose above mine. The piercing blue eyes, dark hair, hard pale lips I had ogled so often at work, looked strange up close. "You're beautiful," he said, before kissing me on the mouth. I was so shocked I could barely breathe, and then his tongue was everywhere. I began to panic. I pushed him, and finally he gave a little, releasing my mouth at least. "Michael. Wow. Okay -- this is. I mean, it's great. You're beautiful too. And I would love to further investigate this... thing we have going on right now, perhaps on a date, at a later date. Dinner. Movie. Et cetera." As he listened, I noticed the hand with which he held my purse was now resting on his thigh. I reached out and took it now, adding, "But we should really call it a night. It's been a long day, you know?" He didn't nod, or do anything to acknowledge my words. He was just staring at me. Not knowing what else to do, I opened my purse. That's when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "Michael!" I yelped. I had never imagined he could pick me up like that, let alone walk through a house carrying me. We passed through the living rooms, and his game room, then we reached a darkened hallway. "Michael, I really have to go." He kicked open a slightly closed door, and soon we were in almost complete darkness. Moments later, he was throwing me -- throwing me! And I yelped as I fell, seconds before I hit a soft, slippery bed. I backed away in the darkness, seeing only his dark silhouette against the doorway as he took off his jacket. He turned for the door. Maybe he just wanted me to stay the night because I was drunk? Maybe I was so drunk I was just imagining his hitting on me and... He shut the door, but he was still in the room. And now I could barely see him. It occurred to me that I still had my purse. I popped it open and started digging for my phone. It was already glowing with texts and messages. But I felt the disturbance of his weight on the bed near my feet, and then I saw his arm as he knocked everything out of my hands. He grabbed my hips next, slipping me along the bed easily in my silk dress. I felt him balance a moment, kneeling beside me, then lifting one leg to trap my hips between his knees. "Michael, please," I said. "I'm not the kind of girl who," I began, but he put his hand on my mouth. He pulled something out of his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth -- felt like a handkerchief. Shit. I was going to have to fight him. I didn't want to, but he was scaring me. I tried to scoot away from him, but he kept pulling me back. I slapped him, hit him, tried knocking one of his arms out of commission at the elbow, but he just ignored it all. Suddenly grabbing my arms and holding them over my head, he flattened himself on top of me, and whispered into my neck, "I've watched you for two years now, spying on me. Wanting me." He started kissing my jawline. "I could have had you anytime I wanted," he said, "Then you go and get famous. Think that changes anything?" I tried to say, "Uh, yes?" But it didn't quite make it past the handkerchief. I guess he understood me though, because he laughed a little before he kissed me on the shoulder. Then he reached behind my neck and unsnapped the snap, and started on the zipper. I was terrified, but my entire body was tingling with anticipation. --Including my lungs. I started to choke on the handkerchief I was breathing so hard. At first, he wasn't sure what was happening. He just paused there, hard body pressed against this soft, convulsing one. Then he figured it out and pulled the handkerchief out of my mouth. When I was done gagging, he asked, "Are you okay?" "Yeah," I said lamely. Immediately, he pulled the hem of my dress up above my waist. I tried putting it back down again, but he took both my wrists in one hand and slid the other up beneath the dress. He massaged my thigh as his hand traveled up and up. "Please stop, Michael." "I want you, Jane," he said. "Everyone does. Did you see the way Joshua Marks was looking at you tonight?" Admittedly, yes, I had. It was great! "And Andrews and Sean?" he asked. "I'm having you now before someone else does." His hand reached the elastic band on the leg opening of my panties. This was going to be embarrassing. His fingers slipped inside. He smiled in the darkness and leaned into kiss me on the neck again. "Looks like you want me, too," he said. "Don't do this," I said. In response, he wiggled his fingers, tickling me, and my whole body arched. I tried swinging my arms out of his grip, the will leaving my body even as I did. "Listen," he said, "If you fight me, I'm going to ruin this dress. And then what will you wear home?" In response I went limp. Now he let go of me. He took the straps of my dress and pulled them down, putting a hand under the small of my back and pulling the rest down around my waist, exposing the strapless long line bra I had underneath. He stopped a moment, just to look at me, and I looked away. He pulled the rest of the dress off. When I had gotten dressed earlier that day, the long line bra over black granny panties had seemed like a good idea. "The fuck are you wearing?" he asked, probably unable to see where the bra ended and panties began in the dark. Admittedly, there was a bit of overlap. "Shut up," I replied. I didn't want to think about this. It was too confusing. His hands felt so big and I had always wanted him, but this was not the perfect ending to my perfect night. He pulled off his shirt. I looked up at him, trying to find the contours of his chest and abs in the darkness. Then his hands went down to his waist. I heard the click and slide of his belt buckle. He pulled his belt away from his body slowly; I could hear each time the end passed through a loop. When it came completely loose, he tossed it to the side of the bed. Then he reached down and grabbed me by my bra, and turned me over the bed. "Michael!" was all I could think to say. He didn't reply, but I realized soon enough he was trying to get the bra unhooked. Based on my own experience with this torture device, I knew it was probably going to be the big kink in his plans. "If you're going to get this thing off, you're going to have to turn on a light. Otherwise you won't find all the hooks." Frustrated, he grabbed the material in both hands and pulled -- I guess thinking he would simply rip it off me. Obviously, nothing that kept my body in check was going to give because of a little angry tug. He finally got off the bed and headed to the light switch by the door. "You're a pain in the ass, Jane," he said. The light came on, but it was a dimmer switch and Michael barely lit the room. But I could see it. The bed was red. The carpet black, and the walls were grey. There were large decorative vases around the room, but no flowers. I could see two doors other than the one we had entered through, which I assumed led to the closet and bathroom. When Michael turned around, I was already off the bed. He saw me leap to the nearest vase and pick it up like a weapon. His eyes widened. "Jane, no, that thing was a small fortune." I looked at the vase. It was tacky as hell and clashed with the room. "Really?" He nodded. "No," I said, "Really?" "Yes. It's Miki Pandori." "It's crap." "Put it down, please," he asked. "Okay, I'll put it down. But you're going to stop being... so... you know. Adamant about the sex." He smiled at me then. He turned his face away as if I wouldn't see it, but he did. Then when he looked back he said, "Adamant about the sex. Some people would call it date rape." "No," I replied, "We would have had to have been on a date for it to be called that. You've never asked me out. This was a party." "You stayed after the party was over." He took a step toward me in his bare feet. I suddenly realized all he had were his pants, and whatever he had underneath. I raised the vase in the air a little more, and he paused. "I fell asleep. I was supposed to ride with Stella." Suddenly something occurred to me and I was pissed. "Did you drug me??" I demanded. Now he actually looked offended. "No!" "Oh, so you'll date rape a person, but you're so above drugging the victim?" He sighed then, and walked over to the bed and sat down. "I didn't want to rape you, Jane." I looked at him, then down at the state of my clothing, then at his belt on the floor and my dress on the bedpost. "Okay, okay -- I know what it looks like. I was more or less going for a forceful seduction." "Ah." "No. Really, I... I know we've been friends and coworkers for years now, but it's just-" "Just since I've won an Emmy, that you've noticed me." "No. It's been since before tonight. It's been months. Nearly a year, I've been going nuts trying to figure out how to approach this." "You mean how to buy me a burger at the In and Out?" He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because you'd go for that." "I would go for that." "No. You'd say yes to the date. You'd eat the burger. You'd laugh at my jokes, and maybe even act like I'm interesting during the date. At the end of the night you'd thank me for the meal, and when I lean in for the kiss you'd peck me on the cheek. But we wouldn't go on a second date." That was kind of my MO. But what did he know about it? "How do you know?" "You've broken a few hearts in the office." "You can't say I've broken hearts. I've never been on more than one date with any of them!" "See?!" "But I didn't go because I didn't want to break their hearts. I didn't want to string them along. But what does that have to do with you? You were going to forcefully seduce me because you're afraid of rejection?" "I heard awhile back that you were a... you were saving yourself for your husband." I didn't reply. He looked at me for a bit, then he said, "I got it into my head that maybe you're the kind of girl who would stick with your first. And knowing how you act with dates, I thought maybe a seduction, something a little more insidious was in order. I had planned to move slowly." He sort of laughed at himself then. "I was never going to ask you on a date. But I had all these ideas about how to get you on one without you knowing. Of course, you had to win tonight, and everyone was looking at you and figuring out what I knew from the start." "Not from the start," I interjected. "Long enough," he replied. "I'm sorry. I was scared. All night I was sure someone else would take you home with him and beat me to it. I was already trying to console myself of the fact, and then -- there you were, asleep on the couch, and your escorts leaving. It was perfect. But I pushed my luck, didn't I?" I put the vase down. I leaned back against his wall. "You know why there's never a second date with those guys from the office?" "Why?" "Because none of them were you," I said, and he looked up at me with wonder in his eyes. "See I had this huge crush on you, I think you know. And eventually I gave it up, but I still have this standard now." I held my hand up in the air as if I was measuring his height. "I want you or better. None of them were you or better." "Oh, Jane," he said, standing up. I must have cringed, because he immediately stopped in his tracks. "God, I've frightened you haven't I? Fuck, and I'm your standard. Fuck." He looked around. He grabbed my dress off the bedpost. "Here. I'll take you home." "What time is it?" He looked at a clock by his bed. "Three." "Do you maybe have something I could sleep in, here? And something I can put my contacts in?" "You want to sleep over?" "Just sleep." "Yeah, of course," he said, overcome suddenly by a visible need to redeem himself. He began running around the room; first to the closet to get me a sleep shirt, and then he walked to the bathroom. "I know I have some extra contacts cases around here." Cautiously, I followed him to the bathroom. It was well lit, and he was digging through the drawers under the bathroom sink. I looked around. The whole place was red and black granite, with mahogany cabinets. "Would it be okay for me to take a shower?" "Sure, of course," he said, walking over to the shower. There was no curtain, just a little nook in the wall where you might stand hidden if you stayed still. He turned the knob to turn it on. "It'll be awhile before the water's hot," he said. We stood there a second. He had a great chest. And that's when I realized he was having the same thought. I looked away, and he went back to the cabinets. "Oh, here we go," he said, finding a contacts case. But he fumbled it, and it fell to the floor. I dropped to my knees to pick it up. I could hear his breathing, even with the shower running just behind him. I looked up, finding myself eye level with his unbuttoned fly. To say the least, he hadn't completely calmed down yet. But he reached down to help me up. I took his hand, but was off-balance. I fell into his arms on the way up, and he held onto me. Steam was filling the room, and down between my legs I felt empty. I felt that ache of emptiness, wanting so much for something big and whole and willful to massage out the ache, to stretch out that cavern that just couldn't completely close. Meanwhile, that part of him that could fill me was so close and tantalizingly hard I thought I might lose my mind. Quietly, as if I could speak quietly enough to fool myself, I said, "I need help getting out of this thing. Could you unhook it?" He froze. Then, "I better not." "Please?" I asked. He let go of me, and not looking at me, turned me around. He pulled the back of the bra tight enough to unhook the first few, and continued on the way down. It took about a minute, and then I sighed when it finally came loose. But I didn't expect to feel the soft touch of his fingers in the grooves where the bra had rubbed me a little raw. "Why'd you wear this thing? You're practically bleeding," he said. "Oh," I tried to laugh it off, "What we do to look thin." He spun me around. "You're perfect," he said. I hadn't had time to cover my breasts. He looked down at them, then slowly reached out to massage one with his thumb. I closed my eyes. I pulled away, my knees weak, but his hand stayed on my breast as I backed into the wall. Then he crouched as he put his mouth to my breast, and suddenly my hand was in his hair and he was pulling down my granny panties. Then he was on his knees and my hands were on his shoulders and his tongue snaked between my lips, so near where I wanted him, so near where I wanted all of him. I fell into his lap, so tired and so ready. "Michael. You'll be mine forever, right?" "If you still want me." "So much. But I'm falling asleep." "Don't worry about that," and for the second time that night, he picked me up and carried me... into the shower.