3 comments/ 25499 views/ 1 favorites Ella's Men Ch. 01 By: bdcatalyst Stepping out of the taxi, Ella's knees felt weak. Was she really going to go through with this? Two complete strangers were waiting for her at the bar directly in front of her. Maybe they wouldn't be there. Maybe they were completely opposite of the pictures they had sent. I just have to make an appearance and say I'm not interested, she told herself. The doubt continued to burn in her stomach. Ella had posted the wfmm request on the casual encounter board. She had gone through the hundreds of crazy, whacked, scary emails that responded to her request: Smart, fit, sexy business professional, 5'7" 115lb, looking for two hot, smart men to have some fun with while traveling in town for work. If you and your friend would like to give a married woman some focused attention, send me your information. Let's meet for drinks and see how things progress. There was one reply that made her shiver. It took her two days to decide whether to answer the message. Ivy League. Federal agents, that like you, require discretion. Safe, sane and DDF. Funny and good looking, but dominant. She wasn't really intending to find someone. Curiosity drove her to post the ad. Ella was a good mom, wife and businesswoman. Ok, maybe not such a great wife, but she did love her husband. He was gentle, caring and an amazing dad. They met young. He was the quintessential boy next door-type and seemed like a white knight as she ran from a darker side of her life. Was she alone in her fantasies and wild thoughts -- or was there really a world of normal people out there that had the same needs? Fifteen years of bland, marital sex had not wiped out the desires she believed would die over time. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Ella's hormones felt like they were in overdrive since she hit 36 a few years back. She didn't realize just how on edge she was until the conference last year in San Francisco. Partway through the typical work dinner she noticed her young table partner was flirting with her -- and she was flirting back. Using her birthday the next day as justification, she accepted his offer to go out for drinks. He was so young, he couldn't possibly be interested in an older married woman showing pictures of her kids all night. It was safe, Ella rationalized. Until his hand traced a path along her thigh over her clingy dress. She had a great figure and hadn't had a reason to hide it. But the dress suddenly felt indecent. His touch made her feel naked. As he bent down to kiss her, his hand grazed her hard nipples. No possibility of hiding her body's interest. The bill taken care of, Ella knew she needed to get her own cab. She tried to clear her mind outside in the cool air. He pulled her close and asked what hotel she was staying at. "The IC" she said before she realized her mistake. His hand moved down over her ass and under her dress. Her thong was no protection as he felt her wetness and inserted his finger into her very wanting pussy. "Very nice," he whispered in her ear. A whimper escaped her lips as her mind lost the battle against her willing body. Does he really have his finger in me while I'm standing on the sidewalk? Ella struggled to focus. She was not in any state to protest. On the cab back to the hotel she had no chance to recover. The taxi driver watched in the mirror as he sucked on her breast and continued to play with her clit. Embarrassed, but too far over the edge to care, she gave up on her last line of defense by telling him her room number as they walked into the lobby. He steered her into the elevator and had her to her room in minutes. After this many years of being faithful, how can I be surrendering so easily, Ella wondered? That she would submit wasn't in question, but what was she saying 'yes' to? Her wrap-dress might as well have been a towel for as quickly as he had it off her. His tongue reached deep into her mouth, as if showing the depth that he would soon be penetrating her. Wanting to give back some of the pleasure she was feeling, Ella's hands moved to his buckle and clumsily worked to get his belt undone. She was shaking, but she knew what she needed. Taking his hard cock into her mouth felt wonderful. Ella was surprised she wanted to taste him. It wasn't about quickly ending another failed attempt with her husband. His length and the salty taste of his precum almost took her over the edge as he rubbed her clit between his fingers. Pulling her long, dark hair backwards in his fist, he removed her mouth from his cock and gently pushed her onto the bed. He entered her in one fast thrust, making her gasp in pure pleasure. It had been so long since she had been filled and stretched so completely. What had she been missing all these years? After her second orgasm, she got up on her hands and knees and suggested he take her from behind. What kind of wanton slut had she become? Doggie style was degrading, wasn't it? And now she was asked for it? The intensity of his cock pushing against her clit each time he entered quickly made her forget any reservations. He stopped suddenly, causing her to moan as her body called out for more. Slowly he began to rub his wet cock up from her cunt along the line to her other hole. As he continued to trace a path up and down between her offerings, she realized that she was about to have anal sex for the first time. Not feeling resistance, he positioned her head and arms down on the pillow. Taking her ass firmly in his grip, he penetrated her pussy several times to make sure he was well lubricated. The pressure scared her at first and caused her to tense up. As his fingers continued to play with her cunt, she slowly relaxed to the heat of his tip entering her. He pushed in suddenly and hard, causing her to call out. But after a few painful thrusts, she began to feel the pleasure wash over her. He stayed the night, but she wished he had left. This was unknown territory and she wasn't sure she liked the surroundings. In just one night she had gone from believing she lead the picture perfect life to remembering the life she refused to accept. As she stood outside the East Coast bar, she had some very important decisions to make. To be continued... Ella's Men Ch. 02 ***Authors Note: Thank you for the feedback and the encouragement. Ella's journey continues at more length... *** Pretending she had a phone call, Ella stepped away from the entrance to the bar. She figured she had 4-5 minutes to compose herself. The ad she had posted was by far the craziest thing she had ever done. This meeting was purely about sex- and lots of it. At least that was the intent when she wrote the WFMM ad. No feelings, no complications, no neediness. Just three consenting adults acting out a wild fantasy. Just as she was about to put her phone back in her purse, her text message ring tone went off. Reading it, Ella groaned. Where r u? I've been waiting for ur call... That bastard. Greg had been manipulating her since they met in the City six months after her sex-capade in San Fran. She wanted to text him back – 'go to hell'. Or even – 'Can't chat, with my 2 lovers right now'. But she knew better. Either way he would manage to ruin her night. Using her anger to bolster her courage, Ella stepped into the bar. Trying to gather her bearings, Ella quickly moved past the gorgeous blond hostess and over to the side of the bar. Pretending to take interest in the baseball game on the screen above her, Ella took a few deep breaths. Were they there? Would she be able to recognize them? How long was she going to have to stand here feeling like she had 'whore' printing across her forehead? Slowly looking down the line of barstools, her eyes locked on the man turned towards her and smiling. Thank goodness, that must be 'John'. Not a creative choice for an alias, but what was she expecting from a federal agent - if that's what he really was. She assumed not, but it didn't matter. It was all part of the game. He's certainly better looking than his fuzzy photo. Not sure where his buddy is, but I can at least go have a drink, Ella decided. She hadn't promised anything other than to meet them and see how things progressed. Standing up to greet her, John shook the hand Ella extended towards him. "You must be Ella", he said in a strong, but warm voice. "You certainly undersold yourself in your description. At least half the men here were staring at you when you walked in. And the other half are staring now," John teased. The blush in Ella's cheeks would have been evident if it hadn't been for her natural light olive skin tone and the added bronze the summer sun had provided. She had always been grateful that she didn't turn beet red at the drop of a hat. "And you must be John," she said as she laughed and gave him her sweet, Midwestern girl smile. So far he had passed the firm handshake rule – that was a non-starter in Ella's book. And, he had put her at ease by purposely overplaying the charmer. That was a nice touch. She sat down and hung her purse on the bar hook by her stool. Reading her mind, John spoke next. "Mark is running a few minutes late. Would you like to start with a drink?" Two or three tequila shots would help, Ella imagined saying. She opted for a vodka tonic on the rocks. As they talked, Ella was impressed that 'John', regardless of his real profession, was obviously smart and educated. His appreciation of her attractiveness was also just right – admiring, but not leering. She had spent a lot of time trying to decide what to wear that evening. Before she got dressed, she had stood naked in front of the hotel mirror. Ella was almost 40. Not old, but certainly not a co-ed. Slowly she began touching herself. She knew that she needed to appreciate her body if she expected anyone else to. Her breasts were still firm and her waist slim. She traced her nipples, pinching each not-so-slightly between her fingers. Moving her hands over her hips and upper legs, she tried to recreate the touch of a lover from long ago. Moving over to the bed, she continued to feel up her breasts and moved her hand between her thighs. Finding her nub with her thumb, she began to rub it lightly and quickly. As her juices began to coat her hand, she pushed two fingers in deep. Alternating her rhythm, she could feel the pleasure building. As her body began to tense, her breaths got shorter. Just the thought of having two cocks to play with brought her quickly to orgasm. Instead of bringing release, Ella was now even more on edge. In a way, she was her own tormentor. Now her cunt would be begging for more satisfaction all night, making it hard for her to stay focused. Past lovers had both lovingly and cruelly teased her about her unusually strong need. Ella finally decided on a pair of dark jeans that settled right above the curve of her hips and outlined her long, thin runner legs. Yes, she was a total slut, but that isn't how she felt, or how she wanted to present herself. It was hot in the Capital, so she put on a white, sleeveless blouse that showed just enough cleavage to make one wonder. She had left her dark hair long and wavy, which would frame her delicate chest. As a finishing touch, she did wear her red, three-inch heels. No sense pretending she was a saint, Ella had laughed to herself. Comfortably seated at the bar and enjoying the conversation with John, Ella was starting to rethink her outfit selection. Like most public places in the summer, the air conditioning was turned down to sixty degrees. It may be good for the suits in the room, but Ella was feeling chilled and it was showing. "I need to run to the ladies room for just a minute," Ella excused herself. She wasn't sure she could do anything based on the sheerness of the ivory lace bra she had worn, but she also needed a moment to think. This really was crazy, she scolded herself. Regardless of how charming and cute this man was, he was a complete stranger. Wasn't Ted Bundy handsome? She would never forgive herself if she allowed herself to be harmed. Her marriage may not be wonderful, but her family meant the world to her. Resolved, and feeling a little disappointed, Ella went back out to the bar. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the man standing near her seat. 'Ella, you aren't reconsidering, are you?' Startled, Ella found herself staring up into a pair of very green and disapproving eyes. She was 5'7'' without the heels, and he still towered over her. Suddenly she felt like a schoolgirl being scolded. What in the hell, she thought. I'm a mature, successful woman, why am I reacting like this? Looking to John for safety, Ella flatly noted, "So John, this must be your friend Mark. Very charming." The sarcasm was meant to get a reaction. It worked well with Greg. He would retreat almost instantly. "Ella." Mark said quietly, but no less firmly. "Don't look to John to back you up. I've been watching you for the past half-hour. What changed when you went to the ladies room?" "I don't know what you mean?" Ella tried to lie. She was starting to get that strange feeling in her chest. This man was dangerous. Not in the psycho category, but possibly far worse. She shivered as he stood behind her and put his hand around her waist. Drawing her against him, he was obviously looking straight down her shirt. "Let me try another route of questioning," Mark began softly as he tracing his fingers over her belly button. "I wonder what I'd find if my hand slid down the front of those tight jeans right now?" Ella didn't need to wonder. She knew she was wet. Her pussy was aching for him to slide his hand down her pants. 'Why', she asked herself, 'does it take so little to make me feel like this?' Mark's next words came without warning, and in a low growl. "Why don't you tell me what Greg has to do with this evening?" Ella spun around almost instantaneously, her eyes on fire. "Greg, has nothing to do with this evening, last evening or tomorrow evening. That jerk-off could disappear off the face of this earth and I wouldn't care," Ella spat out. Then it hit her. How did Mark know about Greg? Was he somehow connected to these two guys? That was impossible. She met them with an anonymous online ad. Was it anonymous? As she stood there dazed, the young blonde hostess from earlier came over to where they were sitting. "Your table is ready Mark," she said in a slow, southern drawl. Even in her daze, Ella couldn't help but notice how she was undressing Mark with her eyes. The look she gave Ella, was insulting at best. "Thank you, Kayla," Mark answered. "Ella, let's continue this conversation at the table," he directed, as he firmly grabbed her upper arm, and guided her to the restaurant area. "John, why don't you grab Ella's purse, and while you are at it, check to see if that information we need for our project is back?" Ella knew she should make a break for the door. But even stronger than her need for her purse, the hostess had put her pride in overdrive. She could handle this, she convinced herself. Settling into the booth, Ella tried to take a seat on the end. It only took one dark look from Mark for Ella to realize it was a pointless battle. Scooting into the middle, Ella resolved to get to the bottom of the Greg question. "How do you know Greg?" Ella tried to ask calmly. She was still furious at the thought they were connected. Mark watched her carefully, noticing her hands trembling slightly in her lap. "I don't know Greg, Ella," Mark said in a hard tone, "but he seems to be a part of this little fantasy of yours." Her eyes grew wide when he handed over her cell phone. Her surprise was clear. Ella tried to think quickly. Her phone was in her purse, but John had her purse. How did Mark have her phone? The bathroom... Sitting up straight as an arrow, Ella matched Mark's hard gaze. "Are you telling me you actually went into my purse and looked at my messages while I was in the bathroom?" Ella was getting a headache. Too much emotion for one evening, and the evening had barely started. Looking down at the phone, Ella's face started to go pale. Oh shit, she thought, no wonder he is angry. This looks bad. 7:05 Where r u? I've been waiting for ur call... 7:10 R u wearing that blouse I told u 2 wear? 7:12 Where r u meeting the boys tonight? 7:20 Where r u going after dinner? I can't break free until 9. 7:22 I'll come and join... Ella let out a nervous laugh. "This isn't what it looks like. Greg is a jerk..." "I don't care whether Greg is a jerk or not, Ella." Mark cut her off quickly. "Tell me what he knows about tonight?" "Nothing, I swear." Ella couldn't believe she felt the need to justify her personal text messages, but she did. "He's talking about a closing dinner I was supposed to organize tonight in New York. It was moved late last week after I found out I had to be here today for meetings. I promised the team, which are all men, I'd take them to a fun bar after dinner. Really." Ella looked Mark in the eyes, hoping that she was making sense. She understood why he was upset, but she still couldn't understand why he had taken her phone in the first place. Mark sat watching her. Ella felt hot and uncomfortable, but she knew the next move was his. Either he believed her, or the evening was over. She wasn't sure which she was hoping for more. Just as Ella was beginning to think it was over, John slid into the booth with a grin on his face. "So, you two kids work it out while I was gone? I hope so, cause I'm hungry!" Something told Ella that John's casual opening had more than one meaning. "Perfect timing as usual, John, " Mark grumbled. "I was just getting ready to apologize to Ella for reacting the way I did." Ella couldn't help but stare at him. John picked up on her look quickly. "Mark, maybe you should be apologizing for looking at her cell phone in the first place? I told you that was going to get you into trouble." Ella cracked a smile as she saw Mark give John the glare she had been subjected to earlier. Turning to her, Mark tried to relax, but was still obviously fuming. "Ella, as John said, I should also apologize for looking at your cell phone." "Wonderful. All better. Ella, do you know what you would like for dinner?" John asked sweetly as he moved over to close the gap between them. "I'm not sure I'm hungry right now, John. Maybe I should be going." Ella hoped he would understand. He seemed like a nice guy. Too bad his friend wasn't. "Nonsense. I have another round coming, and I'm sure Kayla is plotting your demise right now, so let's just relax and hang out for a little bit." Ella burst out laughing at John's mention of Kayla. "And I thought I was imagining the daggers she was throwing my way. What's the story? Do she and Mark have a thing going?" Ella quizzed John. "I am still sitting at the table," Mark said looking straight at Ella though he looked much calmer. "An no, Kayla and I do not have a thing going." John chuckled, "She's been trying for Mark for months. You're the first girl he's brought here, and I don't think she is happy." After another round, or was it two? – Ella noticed that John was starting to trace his finger along her knee. She was enjoying herself. John had just finished telling a story about how he had seduced one of his professors in college. The affair had lasted about a year before she transferred to another university. "So, what is the story on this Greg character?" John asked in a seemingly innocent way. Ella started to tense up, but between the drinks and the slow, gentle rub of John's finger on her leg, she decided she could provide a little more information. "Where do you want me to start?" Ella asked. Mark jumped in. "From the beginning, Ella. And tell us the whole story." "Greg and I work for a mutual client. We met in New York about six months ago when we were on a project that required both of our teams. We were working extremely long hours. I didn't even notice when he started to bring me lunch or dinner at my desk. But then he began to text me in the evening. What was I doing? Was it hard being away from home? Was I able to get my run in at the gym. Simple questions. But they were welcome escape from the piles of emails I was sorting through. I was tired, stressed and it was difficult being away from home for so long." "Several weeks went by. I found myself answering questions I know I shouldn't have. What was I going to wear the next day? Did I know that I looked good in black stockings? I was starting to dress in a way that I knew he liked. I'm not sure why. Maybe I was beginning to look forward to the way he smiled at me the mornings I wore what he has suggested." "One morning, I was in super early to get some final paperwork completed before the phase wrap-up meeting that afternoon. Greg came in and set down a huge cup of steaming hot coffee on my desk. Of course I may have fallen for any man bringing me a huge cup of coffee at that moment, but it happened to be him." Ella stopped and looked at Mark and John. They were watching her closely. "Well, and you know, things happened, they ended, and now I'm here," Ella rushed to finish up the story. Mark laughed for the first time that evening. "Ella, I think you are leaving out the best part of the story. Please continue. And Ella, if John's fondling of you under the table starts to bother you, don't hesitate to slide over this way." Having been focused on the story, Ella hadn't noticed that John's hand had traveled significantly higher than her knee. John strongly gripped her upper thigh as he smiled back at his friend. What kind of game were these guys playing, Ella wondered? "Yes, please continue, Ella," John nudged her gently. "I like where this story is headed." Maybe it was the fact that she had never been able to tell anyone about Greg and needed to, Ella decided to go on. At the same time, she was trying to forget she was sitting between two very handsome men that were making her feel very sexy and desired. "Well, back to the coffee I guess." Ella started awkwardly. "Why don't you start with what were you wearing that morning?" Mark asked. "Something he had asked for?" "Yes, a couple of things, I think. He thought I should wear my pinstripe suit for the meeting. The skirt was a little short, but he told me he liked seeing the results of my long runs. The blouse was a gray silk tank that gathered over my chest. I wore lace-topped thigh-highs and a pair of tall black leather heels he liked that had straps around the ankles." "How else did he ask you to prepare for him?" Mark asked as he put his hand on the back of her neck and started to rub lightly. "That was it," Ella said quickly as she looked down on the table. How did he know to ask that, thought Ella as she tried to restart the story. "Ella, this is the second time you have lied to me this evening," Mark said gently. "There are consequences for pretty girls that can't tell the truth." Looking at the sparkle behind the dark green eyes penetrating her, Ella knew what he was thinking. The thought of his hand on her ass both excited her and terrified her. "I wasn't exactly lying," Ella tried to back-peddle. "That was what he wanted me to wear. There was one more thing he said he liked, though he didn't ask directly." Ella hesitated. "He had said he had always wanted to see a woman completely shaven." "So that's what I would have found if I had slid my hand down those beautiful jeans back at the bar," Mark teased. Ella felt so exposed. She had never thought she would do something like that, and especially not because a man had suggested it. John shot Mark a look that seemed to say 'cool it'. "Ella," he said. "Don't be embarrassed. You are a gorgeous and very hot woman. A lot of men have fantasies about their girls being bare." Lifting her chin towards him, he smiled to make sure she felt comfortable again. "I certainly am turned on by the thought." "Thank you, John. I guess it isn't that bad now that I've said it out loud. It just seemed like such a silly thing...and I guess it still is. But it's ok." Ella said with more confidence. "Now I'd really like to finish this story so that we can move on to other topics, if that's ok with the two of you?" Mark and John weren't arguing. "When Greg brought me the coffee that morning, he asked if I wanted to have dinner to celebrate the end of the first phase of the project. Of course he knew I would say yes. We went to a beautiful restaurant that overlooked the river. It was so nice to relax after so many weeks of 18-hour days. I'm sure I had too much champagne, but I can't blame it on that. He escorted me back to my room. As I was taking the key out of my purse, he took it from me. He leaned down to kiss me, and I thought I had gone to heaven. It was such a soft, but powerful kiss. And it had been so long. Opening the door, he ushered me in and locked the door behind us. I just stood there as he walked over and sat in the armchair near the window. He asked me to come to him. Guiding me to my knees, he pulled off my jacket and took both my breasts in his hand, kneading them slowly. I was so on fire. Unbuckling his pants, he told me he wanted to feel my lips on his cock. I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck, using my tongue to explore every inch, including his balls. I think he realized he wouldn't last long." "Is this the kind of detail you are looking for?" Ella suddenly stopped, asking Mark directly. "I'm happy go back to the 'things happened' end." Feeling bolder, she knew he wanted her to continue. "Backing me away, he asked me to strip off my blouse and skirt, leaving me in my thigh highs and bra. Then he told me to go look out the window, which was a full floor-to-ceiling type. I heard his clothes coming off. He came over and bent me over so that my hands were against the glass and my legs were spread at the right height. Telling me I was very naughty to have seduced him, he started to tease my pussy with his cock. Every inch of my body was calling out. Ella's Men Ch. 02 He told me I had to beg him to fuck me. I begged. He slapped my ass, and I cried out 'no'. Taking his cock away, he asked if I wanted him to stop. I said no. His next few slaps were harder. No one had ever spanked me before. I was close to tears before he finally pushed himself all the way inside of me. Holding my hips, he told me how beautiful I was as he kept slowly drawing himself in and out. He asked if I wanted it harder, deeper. He wanted to hear me plead. Please fuck me harder, I kept saying. Taking my clit between his fingers, he squeezed several times as he pounded into me. I went over the edge into the best orgasm I had ever had. Sitting down on the bed, I watched him as he got dressed. He came over to where I was sitting. Rubbing his hand on my bare pussy, he said, 'You are quite the hot slut Ella. If I had known how easy you would be I wouldn't have bothered with the dinner.' He left. I was in shock. I certainly didn't think he was an angel, but I wasn't expecting that. I keep replaying it in my mind. It's still hard to believe someone could be that mean. At the next client meeting, I pretended that nothing had ever happened. I think he wanted me to cry or yell at him. When he realized after a few weeks that I wasn't going to react, he started emailing me again. Telling me how beautiful I was. How much he wanted me. You get the picture. Unfortunately ignoring him has only made him more persistent. Thus the text messages you saw today, Mark, " Ella ended. Ella felt like a huge weight had been taken off her shoulders. They could judge her as harshly as they wanted, but she had told her story as best she could. As Mark pulled her in close, she felt him wipe away a tear she didn't realize was there. Looking down at her watch, Ella realized it was only 9pm. The night was still young. ...to be continued. Ella's Men Ch. 03 Snapping back to her surroundings, Ella slid away from Mark to the center of her two dinner companions. Showing her emotional vulnerability hadn't been on the agenda tonight. No feelings, no complications, no neediness. She repeated to herself. Ella was curious how John and Mark would react. It wasn't every day that a woman you just met on a casual encounter board shared the details of a torrid affair. Granted, they had pushed her for the details, but she had been fairly graphic about what had happened. While telling the story had taken an emotional toll, her body was still responding to the physical memories. Greg, the subject of her tale, may have turned out to be a jerk, but it was by far the best sex she had ever had. Not an experience to be repeated with him, but there were parts she wanted to recreate with someone else. Glad she was wearing jeans, Ella felt her cream dripping out. Not having worn anything in between, she was dependent on the denim to keep things from getting embarrassing. Finally mustering up the courage to look at her companions, Ella was relieved that they didn't seem angry or disgusted. Mark was the first to make immediate eye contact with her. "You definitely left out the best part of the story in your first edition, Ella. And you told it beautifully. However, I am feeling the need to hunt down Greg and teach him a lesson or two on how to treat a lady." "I'll join you on that mission, partner," John chimed in. "With pleasure." "Ok boys," Ella laughed. "Regardless of my size, I can take care of myself, thank you. I don't think you can change guys like him, anyway. And," she added with emphasis, "I don't need protecting." John and Mark shared a 'like hell you don't' look, but they stayed quiet. Ella obviously wasn't like most women. She was independent, funny, smart, sexy, and, it didn't hurt that she was drop dead gorgeous. Mark checked his phone and asked Ella if he could excuse himself for a moment. "Only if you leave me your wallet to go through," Ella joked. Surprisingly, she wasn't still mad at him for looking at her cell phone earlier when she had been in the bathroom. It was a weird thing to do, but she now felt like Greg was completely out of her system, and that felt wonderful. Getting up from the table, Mark dropped his wallet in front of her. "Be my guest." "I was joking..." Ella started to say as he walked away. She looked over to John, who seemed just as puzzled as her. "Alright, John. I think its time you told me why you and Mark are here. My instinct tells me that you have more to do with this than Mark." "That is one problem with smart women," John said giving her his charm-boy look from earlier, "not very easy to slip things past them." "Spill it, and fast," Ella told him. "Before Mark gets back." John looked a little uncomfortable and started to shuffle in his seat. "Now," she demanded quietly, raising her eyebrow at him. "You will have to settle for the short version. Mark and I really are partners, as you can probably tell. We were in Special Forces together after college for about ten years and have worked together since our duty ended a few years back. My girlfriend is still overseas. She's given me free license to explore and enjoy. That's a long story in and of itself." "Mark's story is a little more complicated. His girlfriend left him about a year ago. They met while he was on leave and they were together about five years. She realized that most of their time together had been a long distance relationship, and while a week every couple of months was great, day in and day out the relationship didn't work for her." "He was pretty devastated even though he still won't admit it. Not many women can handle his strong personality and dominant nature. He knows it, and seems to have given up even trying. So, that's where I come in. As a partner, he has been excruciating to work with. I've tried to set him up a few times. He's been a real bastard from what my acquaintances say. Toying with them, asking crazy questions, driving them out of the restaurants as fast as he can. Mark told me his personal record is 5 minutes." "So, being the resourceful guy I am, I saw your ad and thought it might be a perfect opportunity to get him laid and back to normal for a bit. We did this a few times when we were young, so I was playing on old times to convince him to do this. And honestly, I think it is working. He's been on super good behavior and I can see that sparkle in his eyes." Ella almost choked on her water. "Good behavior???. Really? He's looked at my cell phone, forced me to the table and said that he would punish me if I lied. That's good?" Ella questioned. "What is bad behavior? Do I want to know?" "Nope, just feel good that he really seems to dig you," John laughed. "And the fact that he is almost at the table means this conversation is now closed. You know nothing." The trio finished dinner quickly. Ella wasn't very hungry, but she managed to get a few bites in and to move the food around her plate a bit. John excused himself and Ella found herself sitting uncomfortably close to Mark. His hand started to trace the back of her neck with his strong fingers. That was her weak spot. She tried not to let it show. The heat started to build back up inside her. As she started to relax she felt him twist up a strand of her hair near the nape of her neck. "So, Ella. Is tonight what you were hoping for?" Mark asked, as he looked deep into her eyes. She could feel him searching her soul. Before she could respond, he twisted her hair in his finger just enough to cause her to start. A slight moan escaped her lips. A grin spread across Mark's face. He tugged a little harder, whispering, "I think you are ready to continue this game, aren't you?" Ella shuddered. Her pussy was on fire, but every good girl neuron in her brain was telling her it was the wrong thing to do. She shouldn't go through with this. Her body and brain struggled against each other. Tugging back on her hair, but not letting go, Mark waited until she looked at him. "I'm going to make this easier for you, little one. Your eyes have already given me the right to whisk you away. John has paid the bill and is waiting for us outside with the car. I promise you are safe. Come with me." His eyes were clear. He wasn't asking her. He was telling her. "Yes," Ella mumbled weakly. Pulling even harder on the hair twisted between his fingers, Mark looked at her with his disapproving stare. "Yes, what, Ella?" Ella was confused. "Yes, I'm coming?" she tried. Mark stared even deeper into her eyes. Suddenly his meaning was clear. "Yes, sir?" she squeaked out. That she had succeeded with this attempt was obvious from the pleasure in his eyes. The resistance and tug of war within Ella subsided. Mark was making it easier. He understood her need to have control taken from her. Helping her up from the table, he put his hand around her waist and guided her to the door. Ella could feel the intent in the way he touched her. She needed his hands in more places than just on her waist, but Ella knew that would come. A black sedan was waiting at the curb. Mark held the backseat door open for her and Ella climbed in. The seats were dark gray leather. Ella was feeling flush, so the coolness of its touch felt good. "John's our chauffer for the evening, aren't you partner?" Mark said giving him his best 'don't question me' stare. "Absolutely, partner," John chuckled. Things were going much better than he had expected. "Safety first," Mark said in a surprisingly seductive tone as he drew the seatbelt across Ella's chest, grazing her breasts with his hand before buckling her in. "Don't want you jumping out of the car now that we have you so close to our lair," he joked. Lifting up her chin, he let his lips brush over her soft, naturally ruby mouth. Ella strained to take more, but he had moved back to look at her again. "So, Ella. Let's get back to where we were when we first met this evening. I want you to unsnap those sexy jeans of yours and pull the zipper down real slow." Ella's heart started to race. In the car? What if someone looked over and saw her? Mark could sense her struggle. Putting his hand on the inside of her thigh, he gave her the kiss she sought before. Taking her lips roughly and then gently, he worked her tongue and mouth until she started squirming beneath the seatbelt. "I like the constrained look on you, Ella. Your cheeks are glowing. But, I want to be fair. This is your last warning. When I ask you to do something I expect you to cooperate, whether you think you want to or not, do you understand?" "Yes," Ella murmured. "Yes, sir," she quickly remembered to add. "Thank you for remembering, little one," Mark said as he continued to rub the inside of her thigh. "Now, unbutton and unzip." Ella moved her hands to the top of her waistband. Unsnapping wasn't so hard, but the embarrassment of not having any underwear on caused her to wince in shame. It seemed like a sexy thing to do when she made the decision. But she didn't think through the implications. What would they think of her? Realizing there was no turning back, Ella slowly unzipped her jeans, keeping her eyes closed to shield herself from the disappointed stares she expected to get. As she came close to the end, Mark's hand covered hers very gently. "Oh, beautiful, please tell me that there isn't anything between your gorgeous skin and those jeans of yours," his husky voice taking Ella by surprise. She opened her eyes hesitantly. Did he just tell her it was a good thing she wasn't wearing underwear? "No, I, I, don't have anything on under my jeaanns, sir," Ella stammered. The smile in both his eyes and on his mouth made Ella breathe out a sigh of relief. "You are too hard on yourself, little one. Nothing is more attractive than a woman that knows how to dress, or not dress in this case. Now slide two of those slim fingers of yours down and let me see how you are feeling right now." Ella, feeling bolder, glided two of her fingers down her flat tummy and under her jeans where the zipper ended. Her hand brushed against her clit causing her to let out the smallest whimper. At the entrance of her sex she could feel her heat and her desperation for relief. The pull of her sex driving her to move the tips of her fingers inside her. Mark grabbed her wrist and withdrew her hand. "No taking what is mine. You will have to wait a little longer." Holding her wrist tightly, her brought her wet fingers up to his lips and slowly sucked each one until all traces of her need had been consumed. "Save something for me," chimed John from the front seat. "Oh, yeah, you're still here," Mark growled softly but let out a short laugh. "You can have your turn with this goddess in just a little bit, John. Good thing we have arrived." So caught up in the past few minutes, Ella realized she had no idea where they were. They had just pulled into an underground parking structure. How long had they been driving? She wasn't sure. Mark moved his hand over her zipper and across her hot skin taking his time zipping her back up and snapping her button. His touch was like an electric shock. When he moved his hand away to unbuckle her, she wanted to grab it and put it back. But John had the door open for her and took her hand as he led her to the elevator nearby. Mark came behind them and pressed the elevator button as John told Ella one of his boy-next-door jokes to get her laughing again. Alone in the elevator, John gently eased Ella towards the side until her back was pressed up against the wall. Pulling her hands above her head, John leaned in and started to kiss Ella with the passion that had been building in the ride over. Arms pinned, with John's hand roaming over her hips, she leaned into his body and let herself feel his need. It was hard and big, and felt wonderful pressing against her jeans. "Didn't want you thinking my partner was the only game in town. He's got his good qualities, but I don't want you to forget that I do to..." John softly said as he nibbled her ear. John moved back to her mouth kissing her with an unbridled, but sweet lust that reminded her of her youth. The elevator door opened and Mark nudged John aside as he scooped Ella up and carried her to the door. "Wasn't sure how sturdy those legs would be after a kiss like that," Mark explained. Mark deposited Ella in the middle of the room. It had a modest and modern feel. No clutter, just simple. Maybe a little stark. The couch he sat down on looked out towards Ella and the windows facing the city. The moon, nearly full, was the only light illuminating the room. "Ella, I want you to get undressed. You can take your shoes off, but I want you to put them back on when you are finished," ordered Mark. Ella knew there was no turning back, and bent down to take off her red heels.