12 comments/ 25318 views/ 23 favorites Javier's Bride By: windstormy I know it comes as a surprise to many that I do write hetero-erotic material. "Javier's Bride" is only one of two such stories that I have actually published on the net. This particular piece was written for a friend of mine. I hope that you and my friend will enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it. Happy reading * Debra swung her hips around, feeling the freedom of the music that thrummed through her body, surrounded her and vibrated the floor beneath her. Long, thick dark hair swirled around her body as she turned, spinning, twisting. Her tanned form undulated to the sounds that pounded from the amplifiers that hung from the ceiling of the club. Grinding guitars told the story of her tumultuous life, though they had no knowledge of it, nor did a single person there that surrounded her. Her dress hugged her voluptuous figure, no matter how she moved. Its black length covered her shapely bottom, though barely. Firmly toned legs kept moving, carrying her away with the song. Bare feet stepped in rhythms of vibrating beats, sweeping her long day from her in the moment. She came to a sudden stop as she turned again, feeling a hard form behind her. Turning to look, she found herself gazing into dark mystical eyes that were surrounded with a thin silver ring. Odd, she thought to herself, never having seen anything quite so strange before, but couldn't seem to tear herself from staring into them. It was as if her entire soul and being had been captured in them, suddenly. "Pardon me," he smiled, lifting the corners of his full lips. It was the moment she needed to pull herself together and shake off the complete abandon with which she had been glowering at him. "Oh, sure." She pulled at the hem of her dress somewhat nervously, fixated on him once again. This time it was those gorgeous lips that drew her in. Full, luscious lips that appeared to be just too kissable, she found herself desiring them without so much as an ounce of self-control. "May I have this dance?" The purr in his deep voice, as those very lips formed the words, was intoxicating, showering her entire being with a tangible sensation of titillation. Suddenly, she realized the song she had been dancing to was finished and a saturating slow-dance piece had begun. "Oh." Her eyes settled on the bare part of his sculpted chest visible through the partially opened long-sleeved button down shirt he had on. The tailored shirt disappeared into dark pinstriped dress pants girded with a thin black leather belt. Me—ow, she thought to herself again as her eyes lifted to his once more. That was when she noticed his hair was black, wavy and long. It flowed down the length of his back shimmering with the colored lights that danced over them from a globe above. "Sure." She recalled she hadn't answered him when the question came again, only this time it softly reverberated in her mind as a mental thought. His strong arm snaked around her thin frame as a finger came to rest on her shoulder then trailed languidly down her bare arm. As it traveled, the backs of the remaining fingers joined the motion, longing for the enjoyment of her soft supple skin. Reaching her hand, the finger nestled in her palm, lifting the petite hand out from their bodies, where his large hand filled hers, the fingers curling over the back of her hand. Oh, gawd, she groaned secretly, trying desperately to quell the shiver that came over her as the fingers literally drew it to the surface. A slow smooth movement began, their bodies moving in unison. His gaze mesmerized her, his eyes continuously on hers. It amazed her how they didn't drift over her body like most men had done, and most of them would usually be focused on her full breasts. But he didn't seem to be that way at all. The silence between them made her feel a bit uncomfortable. She racked her brain attempting to think of something to say, anything really. It didn't feel right to dance this close and not know something about her partner. How unusual for her to find herself speechless with a man. She never ran out of things to talk about with her slow dance partners, or anyone for that matter. "You have a lovely smile." The purr in his voice caught her attention, causing her to look up from the one spot on his chest she had been staring at. "Thank you." She giggled a bit, feeling somewhat like a schoolgirl. "Yours isn't so bad, either." She bit nervously on her lower lip, feeling she had just said the stupidest thing. The truth was that she loved his smile, and his lips. They almost seemed to beckon for attention. "I'm Debra, by the way," she muttered, thinking to herself that her name alone would most likely run him off. "Ah, yes. I am Javier." His grin broadened as he spoke. "Oh, that's an interesting name you don't hear every day." Her expression livened, then she realized he was executing a waltz with her. She had not waltzed with anyone since, well, she couldn't remember when the last time it was. To her added surprise, he nudged her away, beginning to spin her around him like a graceful ballerina. She ended up in a dip that made her laugh outright, until she saw that wanton look in his eyes. The way he supported her arched body—his leaning somewhat over hers—she could readily feel his desire against her thigh. He gently lifted her, engaging her in the waltz again, only now it was clear they both felt a hunger for a dance of a more feral kind. It wasn't her practice to engage in that sort of mambo with just any stranger. Although she had been experimenting with a few freedoms she had read about in articles in the past year. However, this guy just rippled through her like nothing she had ever experienced before. He was obviously from some foreign country, especially with a name like Javier—and seemed to know how to treat a lady. That, in itself, made huge points with her right off the bat. But then there was that smooth accent of his, and the resonate voice that absolutely made her shiver every time he spoke. Oh, and he was just one fine specimen of the male gender that she certainly wanted to get to know. "So, where are you from?" she ventured to ask. "I am from Italy, love. Rome to be exact." Those luscious lips curled up into a broad grin once again, this time giving her the oddest feeling she had seen him before a long while ago. The familiarity of him began to plague her mind as to when and where she had seen him. It had to have been some years ago for her not to be able to recall it. Her curiosity got the better of her then. "Did you just come from overseas? Or have you been here a while?" "I come and go often, love." Javier knew what she was after and eluded the point a little. "Wow, you must be well off to be able to travel like that. How long have you been here this time?" Javier chuckled, seeing that she wasn't going to be brushed off so easily. And he was enjoying her tenacity. "If I told you, you would not believe me," he explained briefly. "Why? Did you just get here an hour ago or something?" He laughed outright. She was indeed a delight. He was very partial to women with a quick wit and insatiable curiosity. This one, he had been watching—studying—for quite a few years. And she had seen him before, although he was not inclined to allow her to recall that moment. She wasn't ready to know, right off, just who he truly was. If she did remember the night she had seen him, it might just blow her mind. He had no desire to send her spiraling into the abyss of insanity, though the life he wanted to introduce her to was an existence of just that type of proportions. He stared into her greenish-brown eyes, recalling that evening when she had been so young, a straight-line little girl who was lost and alone. The sound of her girlish voice came back as she made her heart-warming proclamation, setting him on a course of unseen protection and assistance. But she had grown into a lovely young woman, a voluptuous, shapely young woman, petite with long tresses of dark hair that curled around her shoulder. Her eyebrows, trimmed, perfectly framed her expressive gaze. He found himself in love with even the straight line of her nose that turned up just right on the end. Her lips, sweetly curved and well proportioned with soft supple texture, produced an aching desire within him to possess them. Unfortunately, there was another with great interest in his future bride, so he was forced to make his move sooner than he had wanted to. It would be up to Debra to receive him and the existence he offered. His wish was that she would not turn him away and lose her completely to the other unknown suitor who had already befriended her while he was away from the States, visiting his homeland to take care of his business. He had spent years studying her, guiding her, helping her when times were so hard she could barely manage to feed herself. His help was always anonymous, and she never realized where the help came from at the time, but it was always there, none-the-less. "So when did you get here from Italy this time?" Debra asked again, seeing he apparently was off in some dream world of his own making, or appeared to be distracted somehow. His eyes had a distant gaze in them that told her his thoughts were contemplating some sort of plan, or he was lost in some past memory that she would only know if he told her of it. "Love, it is of no matter, I assure you." He smiled patiently at her, stating this with some finality. Humph, Debra thought. Of no matter, you say, huh? Well, we'll just see about that. He chuckled, overhearing her thoughts. "I assure you I come and go as I please. I have been here long enough this time to have settled for some time." "Oh?" Her curiosity was getting the better of her now. She couldn't help but think that he might be some sort of ambassador from his country, or some important autocratic that liked to get what he wanted when he wanted it. "So you have a house of your own here, then?" "Yes, love. That I do. I would be pleased to show it to you, if you are so inclined to see it," he offered, hoping she would take the bait. So inclined to see it, she mused. Where the hell did he say he was from? Have to admit I do like the way he talks. He seems to be a really smooth character. But I wonder if it would be proper to just go flittering through his new home having only just met him—or have I? I swear, he looks so familiar to me. "I don't know, Javier. I have to work tomorrow. And I don't want to impose…" "Indeed," he scoffed, cutting her off. "Tomorrow is Sunday, my dear. You haven't worked on Sundays in many years. And I have invited you; therefore, you would not be imposing in the least. You are also welcome to…rest. I have plenty of rooms for you to choose from, if you are so inclined." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Javier realized he might have opened a can of worms he wasn't so readily prepared to explain. None-the-less, he had said it and now could not retract it. Debra’s right eyebrow went up instantly, hearing that he knew she hadn't worked on Sunday in so many years. She now knew that she had met him somewhere else and wondered even more about it. It seemed the night would prove to be an interesting one, just to figure this puzzle out. Her first thought was to immediately decline his offer, but the more she thought about it, the more curious she became about this man from Rome, Italy. "How the hell do you know I haven't worked on Sunday for a long time?" "Forgive me, Debra. But I have been interested in you for quite some time. I should like to court you, if you are so given," he admitted, though vaguely. "Interested in me?" Her mind was a sudden buzz of thoughts. "Well, that is so sweet, Javier. But, honey, you only had to ask me the first time you met me." He chuckled again, knowing she was fishing for more than he was yet willing to divulge. "Again, I must apologize, my dear, but I was a bit afraid you would decline my offer," he informed her. "Well, I can be determined to reject your offer now, but—" she halted before she stuck her foot in her mouth. "Then you will accept?" She felt such pleasure in the perk in his countenance and the tone of excitement in his voice at only the prospect of her agreeing to see him on a regular basis. At this point, she wasn't sure if she really wanted a steady man in her life, but how could she refuse his almost boyish charm. "Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you," she began, thinking out her proposal thoroughly before saying anything at all. "Let's take this slow, ok? I'll come visit your place tonight, with the option to leave when I get ready to. I'm not making any promises to anything right now. I'm not even sure if I want a man constantly around yet or not." "That is quite understandable, my dear. And I am pleased to only have the opportunity to change your mind, if that is possible." He beamed with a broad smile, though he desperately tried to contain his sheer joy at hearing her accept his offer. For now, she was his, no matter what any other man desired—even if only from the admittance of her own mouth. "Well, I'm glad you're pleased." She still couldn't place the time or day that she had met him before. It was beginning to bother her that she couldn't. She never forgot a face, only she couldn't remember when it was that she had met him, and it was driving her crazy. "Then would you care to join me for a night cap?" he ventured, hoping he could get her alone for a bit. "That would be nice, Javier." She grinned at him approvingly. He slipped his arm about her, placing his hand in the center of her back and led her off the dance floor. She grabbed her sweater and other personal affects, and they ambled out to the parking lot and to her car. He opened the driver's side door for her, then closed it when she got in, then rushed to the passenger side, getting in, as happy as any man could be on his first date with the woman of his dreams. "Ok, where are we goin'?" she asked simply after turning the key in the ignition. "Just take a right on the main highway and follow it up to the West Manor," he informed her, knowing she knew where it was. "You bought the West Manor?" Her head snapped in his direction. Her tone was more than a little surprised. "I did. You know the place?" he asked. "Everyone knows that place, but didn't know it had been bought. It's rumored that it's haunted, ya know." She backed out of the parking spot and pulled onto the street starting toward the main drag through their little town. "If it is, I have not seen the first ghost, except myself, that is," he jested with a chuckle. "Cute, Javier." She giggled at his attempt at a little humor. The more time she spent with this man, the more she liked him, and, that could be a dangerous thing. They made small talk along the way, about the weather in Rome these days and the vineyards his father had owned when he was a small boy. He answered her questions about winemaking back in the days his grandfather had owned the vineyards and how it had changed over the years. "Although many of us still insist upon doing things in the ways it was done when my parents were still living," he explained. She found his reminiscing to be quite enchanting and interesting the more he talked about it. Hearing him tell her about how wine used to be fermented and how it's done now made her realize how and why he was so well off. Yet he didn't seem to be one of the types that liked to flaunt his money around, or to use it to buy his way in or out of anything. He appeared, just from what he was telling her, to be a hard worker, when he was growing up and on into his young adulthood. But he had not given any indication as to how old he truly was. She was about to ask him when she pulled up into the driveway of the West Manor and started around the circle drive. She stopped at the walkway that led up to the steps and onto the front porch of this huge edifice. The last time she had seen it, it was pitch dark and she couldn’t see the magnificence of the place. But as she gazed over the structure, it was lit up with colored lights on the outside that focused attention upon different parts of the small-sculpted gardens and hedges surrounding the house. The concrete pedestals lining the walkway and steps, which once stood alone, were now topped with busts and sculptures of different important people of the past. The columns supporting the roof of the porch, which led up to the double French doorway, were decorated with a sort of vine that wound around them. Her door opened and she came to her senses, having been glowering over the tranquil setting of the house. She took Javier's offered hand stepping out of the car, and he led her toward the door on his arm. "This is really nice, Javier. The last time I was here, it didn't look anything like it does now. You musta paid a fortune to get it fixed up like this," she commented, impressed with his discernment and recalling the broken windows, and poor decay of the house. "Thank you, Debra. It took much patience and determination to reclaim it," he returned with a certain glow about him. Before they even reached the double French doors, and a butler opened the doors wide and bowed to his Master and company. After giving the butler orders for the evening, Javier led her through the vast foyer to the stairs across the way, up to the second floor and down a long corridor to a very large room decorated with what appeared to be lavish antique furniture from France, Italy, Greece and some other places she had never been before. He seated her graciously in one of the two overstuffed winged chairs in the center left of the room. "Would you care for a glass of wine?" he asked, the purr in his voice rippling through her once again. "Yes, I would," she affirmed with a glowing expression, then sat back looking around the room while he poured wine from a small bar across the room behind her. It was Javier’s chance to slip his essence into her drink, thereby warding off every other creature with the propriety to leave her well enough alone. Discretely pressing his fingernail into his wrist, he observed as a few drops to fill the bottom of the glass before he poured the wine. Taking up both glasses, he brought them and the bottle so they could sit, relax and have a nice long conversation. He handed her the glass containing his blood before setting the bottle on a nearby short table, then sat across from her and lifted his glass slightly before taking a sip. She followed suit, savoring the flavor of the wine he had given her. "Is that your label?" she asked, noticing it to be one she had never seen. "Yes, as a matter of fact it is," he returned, his expression brightening once again. "It's very good, Javier," she said, taking another few sips of it, finding she almost couldn't help herself. "You may have all you desire, love. Enjoy yourself, please." He nodded as if to grant her the right to indulge herself a little. "Well, thank you. It's so good." She couldn't believe her taste buds, really. The wine was a deep red, smooth, not too sweet, but not too tart or dry either. It was perfect and she loved it. They talked for a couple hours, drinking wine and relaxing. She couldn't help but study him as they talked. Those lips were beckoning again. It made her want to simply get up out of the chair she sat in, park in his lap and devour them without constraint. Then there was that patch of his chest he so flagrantly left visible that she wanted desperately to explore, trailing her fingers along his flesh if only to know the power of his musculature. Of course, she was completely drowned in the curiosity of what the rest of him looked like—without clothes on, that is. Javier's Bride "Mia cara, you seem distracted," he finally stated with a resonating sound in his voice that skittered over her body in ripples of excitation and literally made her skin stipple. "Huh?" He chuckled. "I'm sorry, Javier." She squirmed in her seat, feeling nervous suddenly. "Come." He set his drink down on the short table beside him, reaching a hand to her. He knew where her mind was all along and wanted her to fulfill her curiosities about him. Debra kicked her heels off, set her glass on the table next to her, then stood, feeling suddenly lightheaded. She hadn't realized how much she had drank until then, when it hit her all of a sudden. Javier was on his feet quicker than her eyes perceived it. He steadied her before she fell and embarrassed herself completely, drew her close, gathered her in his arms, and then placed her on his lap as he sat back down in his chair. "Hmm..." she moaned, resting her head on his broad shoulder. "Thanks." Her arm slipped around his neck as she made herself comfortable. "Anything for you, mia cara," he purred softly, forcing himself to allow her the first move. After a minute or so, she felt normal again and lifted her head to look into his face. Her eyes searched thoroughly, settling on those lips once again. The hunger to feel the texture and heat of them against hers was much greater than her sense of control. Hesitantly, she leaned closer, brushing them lightly. It seemed odd that they felt cool, having expected a resilient heat in his lips, but they weren't. Still, they warmed the longer she remained there. Pressing into their pliancy somewhat, she absorbed the texture of them, surrounded them, and then drew back, ending with a light kiss. Her tongue sneaked out to explore his lips languidly, teasing them with the tip, first the upper, then the lower lip. And when they parted slightly, she sneaked past to explore his mouth fully. Javier quelled the shudder that came over him as she teased his lips in an almost listless manner. The enjoyment of her closeness and the feel of her attention became somewhat cumbersome as he fought for control of his feral instincts. No, she was in no danger of his beastly thirst, having just fed a few hours before. However, his need for her was great. The desire to possess her fully was an almost overwhelming craving that he resisted with all his might. If she were willing to go that far with him, he would not stop her. But he also would not make a move unless she desired him to. He could hear her thoughts and would know the moment she wanted him to hold her a certain way, or touch her in some respect. For the moment, he sat still while she explored him however she liked, absorbed in her warmth, enjoying the pliancy of her lips, the moisture and heat of her kiss. He tightened his arms around her the moment he heard the desire for it in her mind, pulling her closer in an urgent request for more of her attention. She responded warmly, deepening the kiss, and before long, it became fervent, almost ravenous. He could feel her hunger for more of him and wanted to fulfill her every desire and need. Without hesitation, he lightly grasped her wrist, slowly planting her hand in the center of his chest, then replaced his arm about her waist as he waited for her to make the next move. She desired it, yet hesitated to satisfy her curiosity, so he only helped her along, letting her know silently that she had his permission to do as she pleased. Deep inside, she had been warring with her desire to explore him, not wanting him to believe she was this promiscuous on a first date. And it surprised her a little when she felt his gentle fingers wrap around her dainty wrist to place her hand on the center of his chest. She knew, then, that she had the reigns and was permitted to have her way, as much as she desired. It came with a strange knowing that seemed foreign, as if he had spoken it, yet he had said nothing at all. She knew that, especially when his mouth was full with her tongue. Ignoring that thought, she slipped her fingers beneath the material of his shirt, feeling the coolness of his skin that warmed as she touched him. As she attempted to explore further, she found it necessary to open the shirt more. Her fingers drifted down, pushing each button through its hole, opening the shirt to allow her the room she desired. Then she sat up, easing the material off his shoulders and down his arms. He assisted her, slipping his arms from the shirt, then draped it over the short table beside him. When he was settled once more, her eyes feasted on his upper body greedily, taking in his sculpted chest, arms and torso. Her hands lightly played over taut flesh, enjoying the affect it had on him as his pores responded right away. His nipples hardened immediately, seeming to demand her attention, which she avoided for the moment. She felt a strange sense of control over him, a dominance that she had never explored before. It made her wonder just how much control he would actually allow her if she wanted to rake her nails down his chest, or demand he perform a certain act for her. But for the moment, her fingers played lightly over his skin, absorbing the warmth of her touch as she did. She relished the feel of his hard structure. Her fingertips to literally memorize the texture of his flesh, the ridges and valleys of cut definition. But more important was how her touch caused him to respond, as if playing a stringed instrument and enjoying the affect of the sound of it. She finally grazed the backs of her finger over the peeks of his nipples. Her hands turned until they caressed him flat-handed. Then, taking both between her forefingers and thumbs, she teased the nipples gently, squeezing them lightly, giving a slight twist. Pulling, she let them go, only to toy with the tips once again. While continuing to toy with his nipples, she leaned in, lightly gliding her lips across his, and then renewed her exploration of his mouth as her tongue slipped passed his lips. She played against his, in urgent desire to know him completely and fully, yet it seemed the more she kissed him, the more she wanted, not able to get enough. Deeper, fuller, stronger her need became—an animalistic struggle of passion, desire and purpose. And her need to taste of him was not deterred as she leisurely started down his throat. Nipping here, kissing there, a lick for good measure, and she had him squirming in his seat, moaning softly. Her tongue slid over his skin taking in the combined flavor of his salty chemistry, delighting in it completely. Slowly she continued downward, until she had to move from his lap to take in peeked flesh that beckoned for attention. Moving between his thighs, she took the nipple in, teasing it slowly with the tip of her tongue before she nibbled on it lightly. A new ripple of sensations skittered through her body as he groaned long and from deep within. He apparently enjoyed the toying she was affording him, and she began to explore the nipple even more with slightly stronger biting. But it was barely enough for Javier to feel the pressure of it, with no pain involved, at the moment. He placed a hand on her head, beginning to comb his fingers through its length, thrilling in the attention she was giving. He could never have hoped for anything so grand and uninhibited as she showered upon him right then. And deep inside, he only hoped she wouldn't come to some sense of conscious thought that might make her feel she was doing wrong and should stop everything. The feel of her warm moist tongue playing over his nipple was enough to drive him to utter insanity, yet he carefully controlled his feral instincts for her sake alone. Otherwise, she would be lying flat of her back with him hovering over her, filling her with his entire length to the hilt. The aching throb that was nestled between their bodies had become almost more than he could withstand. Still, it was not his ambition to frighten her so that she took flight and he would not be able to protect her easily. He was certain that just one foul move would accomplish just that, not when he had conspired so carefully to have her and possess her fully. He sucked air suddenly as her bite had become even stronger, producing a potent guttural groan from him. At the same time, his hand drew her face to his breast firmly. "More, Mia cara." The purring in his voice had disappeared, traded for a deep solid vibrato that almost made her stop, pull back and look up at him to be sure it had been Javier that had spoken. However, she had felt the vibration through his body when he had said it. And she delighted in having such an edge over him, being able to force him to respond, carefully toying with him in such a way that she knew he was just before exploding. "Please, darling," he pleaded with her, "more, please. Harder, bite harder, mia cara." Ooh, harder, you say, huh? How 'bout this? she thought, just before she clenched down on the flesh hard, drawing a long growl from him. "Yes, love!" He came short of howling, both hands clutching her face firmly to him. She attempted to pull back, tasting blood instantly, but he held her securely in place. "Drink, my love. Drink of me." The purr had returned once more, compelling her to partake of him, the sound of it showering her with a contiguous desire to do his bidding. She suckled the open wound, lapping at every drop that oozed from it, quickly feeling an irresistible craving for more. With it came a warmth that spread throughout her body, as much of a rush as the wine she had been drinking earlier. Her fingertips began to tingle, as did her toes and the soles of her feet. It distributed through her entire body in a matter of seconds, engulfing her in a sensation she hadn't known since she was an experimenting adolescent. Javier's breathing had long altered prior to that moment, but the erratic intake had become more than noticeable. His entire body was set ablaze with such an arousal that it threatened to explode in rapturous pleasure before he truly wanted. Just the mere sensations of her drinking of him, drawing on his essence—the bare thought of it nudged him dangerously close to spiraling into the abyss. He was so very close to pulling her up to straddle his lap and taking her before she was ready to concede to her own desire. Still, he forced himself to wait for her and allow her to explore him at her leisure. Visibly quivering as he sat relishing her, her desire for him, the attention she yielded—a gift he received with all his heart as he loved her more than he could ever express. And as if she had known his deepest desires, or heard his thoughts, she soon migrated down his body. His abdomen fluttered beneath the slightest touch of her warm lips that brushed against his skin so lightly, every pore in his body rise again and again. He finally gripped the arms of the chair tight, almost crushing them in his grasp, for want of executing his thoughts just moments before. He was barely aware of the fact that she was unbuckling his belt, pulling it free. Her fingers inadvertently grazed his flesh while she pulled the hook free of the waistband to unzip him and release him from his confines. Looking down, he smiled at her expression as she stared hungrily at his manly endowments. It was as if staring into the wonder of curiosity that knew no satiation. Just from the expression of her face, and if he hadn't been watching her all those many years—desiring to know her so well—he might have thought she had never seen a man's body before. His breath quickened even more as she leaned closer, wrapping those warm moist lips around the crown. The grip of his fingers on the arms of the chair tightened more as he fought to hold back just a little longer and enjoy her patient ministrations. A moan escaped him when she slowly began to receive him into her sultry mouth, slowly working him in as much as she could manage. He resisted the urge to place his hands on her head for fear that he might force the remainder of his entire length down her throat. That not meaning to be a malicious or brutal thought, but one of urgent savage need. Before his next thought, his member twitched in her mouth, his body tensing completely, his head initially tossed back as he howled in ecstasy. The sensations pounded his body over and again, almost causing him to convulse from it. With intensity, it crashed down over him again and again like recurring tidal waves. Tears filled his eyes, which were tightly closed, shutting out everything around him but for his acute auditory sentience. And when it finally began to ebb away, his body relaxing gradually, he realized he was curled almost atop her, his hands still gripping the arms of the chair painfully tight. Debra giggled when his body jumped each time her tongue passed over the nerve bundle, torturing him playfully. "Mia cara, you are incorrigible," he said with a whimsical grin, still attempting to calm his body. "And you're just absolutely erotic when you get off, sir." She released his member, leaning her head against his chest. Her lips sought out his flesh, which was once again cool, causing her to momentarily wonder about it, but only for a second or two. "Hmm..." He caressed her hair ever so lightly. "I'm pleased you enjoyed it. But I should like to have the pleasure of enjoying you, as well," he offered hopefully. She looked up into his expectant expression and grinned coltishly. "You would, now, would you?" Her giggle was a delightful sound, as if the timbre of tiny chimes in the garden, caught in a summer breeze were composing their symphony for him to hear. "Yes, mia cara, I would," he admitted with a broad grin. The backs of his fingers caressed her cheek lightly. "Well, my dear, kind, sir…" She started upward, reaching to kiss his lips, pressing against them for a long moment until they warmed completely. "You shall have your wish," she whispered against them sweetly. "Because you, dear sir," Debra came up further, assisted by his strong but gentle hands, "you have absolutely turned me the fuck on." She straddled his hips and thighs with her knees in the chair. When her body came to rest against him, his manhood nestled between her nether lips along the extent of them comfortably. He was a bit surprised by her unclad wetness that began to seep along his length to the base and over his orbs. Her heat drew a shiver from him that made him swell once again. She instantly surrounded his neck with her arms, connected their lips once more, searching his mouth thoroughly, her body rocking gently, gliding over his manhood. His arms embraced her, pulling her closer for more depth and need for passion in her kiss. Joining her sensual motion, he soon felt the same aching throb he had known before, only this time, the temptation to fill her completely was more than he could control. His hand slipped down over her back slowly and gathered the extremely short skirt of her dress until her bottom was bare and vulnerable to his touch. Resting on the contours of her bottom, he lifted her as she moved forward, slipping inside her easily as she came down on him. Her mouth opened fully, issuing a long sigh that produced a shiver and made him know without a doubt that she had wanted him there all along. She grasped his shoulders, riding him slowly, their motion a gentle undulation like the ripples on a surface of water caused by a cast stone. Staring down into his upturned face, she knew she had wanted him, though it was buried by so many unclear emotions of the past. At the moment, all of that was dispatched and clarity filled her soul. And he was such a desirable man, with his long black wavy hair, olive tanned skin that was so smooth and glowing with health, gorgeously mystical dark eyes—and that accent was to die for, as far as she was concerned. His body was well built and powerful, though he was so gentle with her. She already loved that about him, and she knew it. But more than that, he was sensual, exuding a certain sexuality that was unspoken, or not of any action or expression. It was a natural sensuality that utterly permeated his being. A barrage of untamed visions danced through her mind that had been drawn to the surface from the deepest, recesses of her darkest fantasies. She abruptly grasped a handful of hair at the back of his head, wrenched his head back further, taking his mouth ravenously. A dominant struggle ensued in which she finally sucked in his lower lip biting down hard, drawing a growl from him once more. As soon as he did, she pulled back scrutinizing her handiwork with almost miniscule interest. As her thumb passed along the impressions left by her bite, his hand came up to cup her cheek lightly. The hand glided over her neck to the center of her chest, where his nail began to slide down the middle of the dress to the waistline. When she looked down and saw that he had literally split the front of the dress in half, she drew back her hand and swung to slap him, but it was caught in a firm grip and pinned behind her back. Her other hand came up, meaning to strike him still but having the same affect. As she struggled with him, he clutched both wrists in one hand, freeing the other, with which he pushed the ruined dress over her shoulders, baring her upper body to his greedy stare. "Gawd, Javier." She felt a wave of heat come over her suddenly. "You're making me so hot." He grinned up at her for only a second before his mouth came open and he leaned in, taking in a protrusive nipple. His tongue lavished her with adept ministrations so that she ached from her very core. Initially cool, it warmed quickly as he swept the moist muscle around the areola time and again, then brushed it over the plateau. With tiny fangs, he bit into her breast. She squealed suddenly from the sharp, unexpected pain, a short trill that yet permeated the room, leaving them both affected with sensation. Her erratic breaths told Javier he was still on the right track, as he withdrew his fangs drinking of her essence. His free arm snaked around her, pulling her harshly to his face. Lifting his eyes to meet hers, he narrowed them, daring her to even complain about it. "Let me go, you pompous ass!" She struggled, her eyes widening from his dare. Ignoring her, he continued to sip on the thick red wine that oozed from her breast. She thrilled in it, finally having met someone that could match her spirit and meet her needs without being chauvinistic about it. Her body rose with a greater aching the longer he lingered there drinking of her. "Oh, gawd," she groaned. "Javier, please." He looked up with nonchalance, then closed his eyes again. "Please, Javier," she pleaded with him. He eyes opened once more, looking up at her. "Please?" Swiftly piercing his tongue, he swept it over the areola sealing the wounds immediately before he detached from the breast and sat back against the chair. "Please? Please what, Debra?" he asked without seeming concerned. As a matter of fact, he made it sound like a drudgery to even listen to her plea. While he waited for her to answer, he reached around her, tying her wrists with the ruined dress, thereby freeing both his hands. His one arm then rested on the armrest, while the elbow of the other was propped on the opposing arm of the chair, and he began to pick at his fingernails with the thumbnail. "I want to come, Javier," she stated bluntly. He grinned suddenly, his eyes twinkling with mischievous thoughts. "You tried to slap me. And you bit my lip." He moved his forefinger over the lower lip listlessly. "You loved it, and you know it," she returned curtly. His eyes cut up as if he were displeased by her response. Going back to his former pose, he again ignored her. Javier's Bride "Javier." She bucked, then as a second thought, tried to get up off his member. He grabbed her waist, pulling her quickly to him; a hand grasped a fistful of the hair of her head, jerking it to within an inch of his face. "I am not finished with you yet, my dear," he growled low at her. She shivered from the affect of his response to her attempted evasion and the rumble in his voice that sounded so malicious and threatening. It was all she could do not to smile in his face, not knowing what he might do if she did. But she was enjoying every minute of his treatment of her. His eyes finally softened, hearing her thoughts and emotions. He leaned back against the chair, staring up at her for a long silent moment. "Kiss me and I shall consider it," he finally stated. With defiance, she started not to, but the thought crossed her mind suddenly that she might end up not getting any satisfaction for the evening if she didn't. She wasn't sure where the thought came from, but took it very seriously. And as she leaned closer, complying with his demand, his hand came up sliding into her hair and pulled her to him assuring her action. With their mouths open, their tongues met in the middle even before their lips connected, as if in an expectant desire and need for the other's passion. And it was a long moment before they finally did seal their lips; a fervent kiss filled with all their longing and hunger ensued. His hand glided from her hair, down over her neck to her breast, which he teased with a finger and thumb. He soon, cupped it in his palm, massaging it generously, before going back to his former ministrations. Rolling it gently, he finally squeezed it gradually, rolling it time and again until her nether parts ached so that she began to ride him once again. "Yes, my darling." He grasped the back of her head with the free hand and drew her ear to his lips to whisper. "Now, you have appeased me," he spoke of her attempted slap and the bite she gave him. He took hold of her waist, lifted her easily so that she stood on her feet on the floor, turned her, lifted her once more, then her to place her feet to the back of the chair, and pulled her back onto his lap again. This time, as he entered her womanhood, his arms moved around her and one of his hands migrated slowly downward over the center of her body. His other busied itself with pulling and tugging at the very nipple he had so concentrated on that evening. As she rested her head back, she could hear his breath wash over the shell of her ear in shallow puffs that bespoke of his arousal and the enjoyment of her. Shivering from the combined stimulation, she moaned urgently, continuing to ride his length. The thrill of his gentle touch, and the attention he was giving, his strong desire thrusting deep inside her, gave her more pleasure than she had expected there to be. But when his finger slipped between her nether lips and began to lightly caress her swollen bud, she almost came unglued. He had never been with a woman that was clean-shaven before, but he liked the feel and the idea of it as he slid his finger around the moist inner lips, teasing the small bulbous head gently. And from the initial touch of his finger there, she gasped, beginning to ride him wildly. "Mia cara likes that?" he teased her verbally. "Yes," she gasped again, her breathing becoming extremely erratic. He lightly planted the edge of his nail between her breasts and slowly raked it down her body. "Oh, gawd, Javier," she groaned huskily, snatching at air as she quickly reached the precipice. "Yes, my dear?" He chuckled though he felt such an overwhelming stimulation from her responses. "Please, Javier," she whined, feeling his finger back off just a bit as if to prolong this moment with her. "Fuck me, Javier, fuck me harder," she almost growled at him. He quelled an outright laugh, but permitted himself the chuckle that lingered. "Call me Master, Debra," he requested semi-firmly. "I'll call you Santa Clause if you'll just fuck me harder," she quipped then. Oh, how he was enjoying her spirit, but he removed his hand from her instantly. "No, please!" she cried. "Say what I long to hear and I will consider it, Debra." He propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, then leaned his head on his knuckles. She quivered with need as she sat silently for a moment. When she started to ride him again, he halted her immediately, a hand pressed in the center of her abdomen. "You know you belong to me anyway, mia cara. How hard is it to concede and call me what I am to you?" he stated softly. "What do you mean, Javier?" Her tone was a little startled, but not as much as he had expected it to be. "Mull it over, my dear. You know what I am referring to," he said, then remained quiet for a time as her mind began to reel, buzzing with so many thoughts at once. "Accept it." There was that purr again that vibrated through Debra almost like an orgasm in itself. It warmed her being, washing over her in gentle waves of compelling tenderness, soothing her mind with intricate fingers of tranquility. Soon, he lifted his head and pressed his lips against her neck. His fangs lightly brushed her skin as his lips parted. "You know, Debra. You've only ignored it this entire night. Accept it and we shall continue," he whispered, but the sound of it reverberated around them in a soft hiss that lingered on for what seemed an eternity. She quivered more, finally putting it all together. The strange thoughts that weren't her own; the soothing sound of his voice at times that seemed to pull on her and make her do what he wanted. The bite that was sharp and the feel of his drawing on the very core of her being that immediately followed; his ability to move so fast when he caught her that it appeared he had suddenly manifested there to catch her. And every time she touched him, his skin felt cool, not warm as with touching the normal human. All of this became very clear suddenly. But what was more, she finally recalled when she had first seen him, as well as several other times after that night. Her head snapped to face him suddenly, seeing the truth of it so close, it made her shiver. "You're a—" The realization of it washed over her so that she couldn't finish speaking. "Yes, Debra. And I care for you very much. I long to protect you and keep you safe. My heart has been smitten with you from the moment I first saw you. And I have yearned to make you mine, but waited until the time was right. Only there are those that intend harm that have already made their move to befriend you and mean to hurt you more than anyone has in your life. If nothing more, please, Debra, allow me to protect you from harm." His eyes misted as he bared his soul. She gave it much thought as she listened to his plea, knowing she was more comfortable with him than with anyone she had ever been with. He was gentler, kinder, and had given her more than she had ever hoped to receive. The bonus was that he was amazingly handsome, well built, and an awesome lover. She drew in a long breath as everything came together for her. Looking at him, she smiled tenderly, realizing how she truly felt for him. And it was no small matter, either. She leaned closer, planting a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Master, it would please me if you would…get me off?" She flashed him a defiant look along with the strong tone in her voice at the last. He chuckled, once again enjoying her spirit. "Kiss me, and I shall consider it, mia cara." To be continued…