0 comments/ 20896 views/ 3 favorites Breathe By: Stealthy2 Editor's Note: This story contains violent scenes and depictions of death that is relevant to the plot (which is rather good). If these topics are upsetting to you, please read no further. * * * * * The room was dark and cold. She didn't know how long she had been there. Her mouth was numb from the gag. Her wrists ached from being bound together for so long. Tears she had cried long ago had dried and made her cheeks feel stiff. Sleep was impossible. Claudia would do anything to change things. She had only made a wrong turn down the winding the corridors and had gotten lost. If she only hadn't seen what she did, she would be safe now in her bed at home. Her eyes scrunched up as she felt hot tears come again. Now all she could do was wait. * * * * * Claudia and Renee made their way through the huge party. They had been invited from a friend of a friend. It was being held in a three-story house in one of the most exclusive country clubs in the city. Claudia, dressed in a short, elegant dress, scanned the guests. Some she knew, some she didn't. But one guest in particular caught her eye. He was tall, deep blue eyes, and short curly blond hair. Pulling herself up, she walked by him. She gave him a small smile as he caught her eye. "I don't think I know you," he said. "I don't think so either," Claudia said. "What would you're name be?" he asked. "Claudia," she said. "Claudia, I'm Justin, it's been a pleasure to meet you," he said as he took her hand and kissed her fingers. "Justin, I need you downstairs," another guest with fire engine red hair said, coming up to Justin. "Joseph, can't you see I'm busy?" Justin asked. "This can't wait. And I'll think you'll like it," Joseph said. Claudia didn't know if she was imagining it, but she thought she heard something almost sinister in Joseph's voice. She let out a disappointed sigh as Justin said goodbye and left to follow Joseph. * * * * * It had been an hour and Justin hadn't returned to the party. Claudia hadn't found any other guest that was as intriguing as him. Maybe I'll go find him, she thought, hoping he had not left. "Renee, I'm going to the ladies' room," Claudia said. "Well, if I don't see you again tonight, meet me out at the car, ok?" Renee said. Claudia went in the same direction Justin had left in earlier. She came upon a door that said, "Do Not Enter." Things like that had never stopped her. Claudia was known for her ability to get in anywhere she wanted. She could pick her way into the professor's locked file cabinet containing the final exams or sweet talk her way into the VIP room of the a posh club. The door was not locked which made her job ten times easier. She opened the door and followed a dark staircase into a basement. What am I doing, her voice screamed inside her head. She knew she was crazy for following someone she didn't know into a dimly lit basement. A door down the hall was cracked about ten feet ahead of her. She crept up to it quietly as she heard whispering coming from within. If they were the residents of the house, she didn't want to get caught now. "Do it quick," a male voice said. "Shut up. I don't like to be rushed," another voice said. "It's your turn to get rid of the bodies," the first voice said in annoyance. Claudia felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach. Cautiously, she tried to peer into the partially opened doorway. She saw two male figures. One was bent over cradling something or someone is his arms. The other was leaning against the wall, blowing out smoke from a cigarette he was holding. Claudia froze. Though she couldn't see his face, she recognized that curly hair from early that night. It was Justin. She squinted looking at the other. The fire engine red hair gave him away. The other was Joseph. Claudia first thought was to get the hell out of there. Whatever they were talking about, she knew it wasn't good. She started to back away from the door. She cursed out loud as she bumped into something in the hallway. "What was that?" she heard one say. "I don't know. I'll go check it out," the other said. Joseph came out of the room and stared at Claudia. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Nothing, I'm lost," Claudia said. Justin came out after Joseph. Claudia couldn't believe her eyes. Blood was smeared along his face, down his chin. His eyes were an unearthly ice blue. "What did you see?" Justin hissed. "Nothing. I swear to God," Claudia cried. She looked for an escape but Justin and Joseph blocked both ways out of the corridor. "Bullshit you didn't see anything," Justin said grabbing her. Claudia let out a small scream when she saw two long pointed fangs curling over Justin's bottom lip. "Just kill her and get it over with," Joseph said. "Three bodies are as easy to get rid of as two." "I'm supposed to meet my friend back upstairs. She'll know if I'm missing," Claudia whimpered. "Fine, we'll take care of your friend too," Joseph said. "Hey, Justin. Lance hasn't fed yet, has he?" "No, I don't think he has. Let's go," Justin said, dragging Claudia down the corridor with him. She struggled against his grip but he was too strong for her. They got to the doorway Claudia had sneaked into. "Now, you get your friend to come upstairs with us," Joseph growled. "And what if I don't. What if I scream bloody murder in the middle of the party?" Claudia spat. "We might not kill you now, but we will sooner or later. Get your friend to come upstairs with us and we might spare the both of you," Justin said. Claudia had no choice. She tried to act as if nothing was wrong as she walked back out into the party. A smile spread across Renee's face when she saw Claudia's companions. "Hey Renee. Look what I bumped into," Claudia said, trying to mask the fear in her voice. "Your friend here told us that you two like to party. How about joining us upstairs?" Joseph said with a charismatic smile. "Sure!" Renee exclaimed. Claudia remained silent. She had to find someway to warn Renee. She knew better than to trust what Justin had said. If they didn't get out of that party soon, neither Claudia nor Renee where going to live to see another sunrise. *************** Claudia tried to erase the image of Renee, lying motionless on the floor, her neck broken. Why hadn't she screamed, shouted, done anything when she had gotten to the lobby. The death of her friend was Claudia's fault. She didn't have the courage to save her. ************** She was wailing uncontrollably. Justin let Renee's lifeless body fall to the floor. "Shut her up!" Justin yelled. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and a hand covered her mouth. She kicked and punched at whoever was holding her but it was all in vain. "Justin, stop playing with her. Just kill her and let's get out of here," Joshua said. Joshua was another handsome stranger who had joined Justin and Joseph upstairs. He was obviously bored with the whole situation. "Don't tell me what to do!" Justin said, moving closer to Claudia. She winced as his cold finger caressed her cheek. "You know, I've never had a puppy. Something for me to play with," he said, getting a wicked grin on his face. "What? Are you crazy? We can't keep her," the person said who was holding her. She had heard the others call him "Lance." "Then why don't you kill her?" Justin hissed, looking straight at Lance. "Because I don't want to. I don't kill for pleasure like you do," Lance said back. "I forgot. You're too much of a pussy for that," Justin said in disgust. He turned his attention back to Claudia. "But that's exactly what I'm going to keep her for. Pleasure," Justin said and laughed as he walked away from her. "Tie her up. I don't want her trying to escape while I'm out," Justin said. "How are we going to keep this secret?" Lance protested. "You know, I am so sick of your complaining. God! I wish I had never made you!" Justin said, turning back on Lance, his eyes flashing. Lance said nothing. "Remember, I created you. I can destroy you," Justin said through clenched teeth. "Now tie her up!" Lance obeyed Justin's command. He silently cursed Justin under his breath. Justin was always throwing his power around. Lance couldn't wait until he was strong enough to escape Justin's hold on him. ************ Claudia was blinded as light poured in from the open doorway. It quickly disappeared as someone shut the door. She heard a click and a soft light illuminated the room. She looked up to see it was Lance. He approached her and she turned her head away from him. Lance untied the gag from her mouth. She didn't bother to scream. It's not like anyone would hear her and she would probably be dead before anyone found her anyway. "Now, can I trust you enough to untie your hands?" Lance asked. Claudia nodded. After he untied her hands, he handed her a bottle of water from the small refrigerator. After taking a few sips, Claudia spoke up, "Why do you let him order you around?" "What?" Lance asked in an annoyed tone. "Why do you let him push you around? You're obviously the same thing he is, stand up to him," Claudia said. "For your information, I don't let him push me around," Lance said. "Why don't you let me go? Or are you too afraid of him? Maybe you are a pussy, just like he said," Claudia said. "You bitch!" Lance said and his hand flew out, connecting with the side of Claudia's face. She let out a yelp and held her hand to her throbbing cheek. "Hitting girls. Yeah, that proves you're a man," Claudia said. "I was going to come up here to warn you. But forget it now. I can't wait to see what Justin has in store for you tonight," Lance said bitterly. "I can take whatever he tries," Claudia said brushing the hair out of her face. She didn't have the reputation of being a bad girl in college for nothing. "I don't think you can. Justin is a master of torture. And he loves every minute of it," Lance said with a sneer. ********** Lance had tied her back up after he had left. She hadn't seen Justin since he decided not to kill her. The hours seemed like an eternity. She wondered how long she would be able to hold up. After what seemed like forever, Lance returned following Justin into the room. Justin held a velvet box in one hand. He moved behind Claudia and bent down until she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. It was cold and made her shiver. He reached around and opened the box, showing her the contents. "These are for you, dear," he said. Claudia looked into the box. It was a mess of delicate gold chains and sparkling crystal beads. It didn't look like your everyday type of jewelry. Claudia shivered hoping it wasn't what she thought it was. "What are they?" she whispered. "Lance will put them on for you. He will help you get ready for me," Justin said. He untied her hands and ran the tip of his tongue along her ear. "Now go get pretty, love." Claudia stood up and turned to glare at him. Justin raised his fist as if he was going to swat her. She flinched and coward away from him. "That's right. I won't tolerate any insolence from you! I'll be back in a half hour," Justin said. "Get her ready!" he said pointing at Lance and left the room. "Go take a bath. Don't take too long," Lance said. "What is that in the box?" Claudia asked. "Justin likes to dress up his toys. You'll see," Lance said. Claudia went into the bathroom and drew a hot bath. It was the only thing that felt good to her since her imprisonment. Lance came into the bathroom. He handed her a razor, "And don't forget to shave." Claudia took the razor with a shaking hand, "What? My legs?" "No, everything," Lance said. "Everything?" she asked. Lance grabbed her roughly by the wrist, "Fine, I'll do it. Stupid girl." "No!" Claudia said trying to break free from his grip. "Don't fight me, Damnit!" Lance growled. His eyes had lightened so much they were almost yellow. Claudia saw the sharp flash of his fangs. She settled down. Lance proceeded to shave away her hair as if he had done it a million times before. Claudia could feel her face burn with embarrassment. He noticed, "Get used to this. This won't be the last time I see you naked." As she dried herself off, she couldn't help but notice the new sensation the rough towel made on her now bare skin. She looked at herself in the mirror. Lance came back into the bathroom behind her. He stood behind her and looked at her himself. "This is one thing I agree with Justin on," Lance said and ran his hand over her belly to between her legs. Claudia's body stiffened at his cold touch. "You're so much more sensitive now," he said. "Justin wants you to feel everything he does to you." "Now what?" Claudia whispered. "Now I must dress you," Lance said. He led her back out into the bedroom and removed of one the chains from the velvet box. He wrapped it around her hips and clasped it. The chain hung low and beads dangled down in front, trying to hide her soft folds. Lance took out earrings, bracelets, and anklets; all made of the fine gold and adorned with the same crystal beading, and put them on her. "Why do you do this for him?" she said quietly. "Because maybe I'll get lucky and I'll get to fuck you too," Lance said. "You don't mean that," Claudia said. "Justin is my sire. He created me. I must do what he wills," he answered. "Won't you ever be able to escape him?" Claudia asked. Lance looked up from the anklet he was fastening. His face softened for a moment, "Someday, when I don't need his blood anymore." "Will I ever be free of him?" she said. "I don't know. Justin does things on whims. He could kill you tonight, keep you for months, make you one of us. No one knows his decisions," Lance said. "And what are you?" Claudia asked. "I think you know the answer to that, Claudia. Vampires, nosferatu, creatures of the night, whatever you like," Lance said. He pulled another long chain out of the box. He stared at her bare breasts. "This won't do," he said. He took one of her nipples between his fingertips and started to pinch it. Claudia tried to ignore the sensation. "No," she whimpered. "You have no idea what he's going to do to you, do you?" Lance said. Claudia shook her head. He continued to tease her nipples and despite herself, she felt them stiffen. "Perfect," he said. He took one end of the chain and encircled one nipple with an open clasp. It closed around the hard flesh and slightly pinched her. He did the same to the other. Now her breasts where connected in a web of gold and crystal. "One last thing," Lance said. He swept her hair up and secured it with gold pins. He brought her to look at herself in the mirror. He ran his hands down her slim body adorned with the gold. "You look like a goddess," he said and started to suck softly on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she wasn't here. "Enough!" she heard Justin shout as he entered the room. Lance stepped away from Claudia. He stiffened and almost looked like he was standing at attention. Justin moved to stand in front of her. A wicked grin crossed his face. He traced his finger along the underside of her breast. She cringed at his touch. He stared deep into her into eyes. Claudia almost felt like she was in a trance. Without unlocking his gaze from hers, Justin spoke, "Lance, get undressed." For the first time, Claudia noticed Justin had on only a robe and a pair of silk pajama pants. He removed the robe exposing his hard muscles. Claudia remained silent. Lance went into the dressing area and disrobed. He came back, completely naked, and stood against the wall with his arms folded behind his back. His eyes gave away nothing as he stared at the opposite wall. Justin walked over to the wet bar and fixed a drink. The only sound in the room was the clinking of the ice in the glass. He returned to Claudia. He slid the glass over her nipple, teasing her. She swallowed thickly, hoping this would be over soon. "I'm sure Lance has already told you he's my creation. He's a beautiful creature, isn't he?" Justin said, running a hand down Lance's chest. Lance's face betrayed no emotion. Claudia felt like he had been through this before. He didn't even flinch as Justin's hand followed the muscles of Lance's abdomen down to his cock. Claudia was slightly revolted as Justin started to lightly stroke it. Lance closed his eyes for a moment and Claudia could see him try to swallow a lump in his throat as his Adam's apple moved. It was then that she realized that Justin's pleasure wasn't just to torture her. It was to torture Lance, also. "When I first saw him, I thought he looked like an angel. The soft skin, the light eyes. He was begging for me to take him. Begging for me to take him and make him my dark angel," Justin whispered. He reached out a hand towards Claudia. "Come here," Justin said. "Touch him. He doesn't mind, do you, Lance?" Lance just lowered his eyes towards the floor. Claudia stood frozen in her spot. "I said, come here!" Justin growled. Claudia moved to stand by Justin's side. He grabbed her hand. "Now. You need to get Lance ready. He made sure to prepare you for me. It's only polite to return the favor." Claudia closed her eyes and tentatively reached her hand out. She let her fingers barely brush him. She looked up and met Lance's gaze. His lips didn't move and he uttered no sound but Claudia thought she could hear him distinctly say, "It's ok. Do it before he does." She gently wrapped her fingers around his length. The skin was silken, one of the softest things she had ever touched. She felt him harden under her touch. "That's right," Justin said softly. "He's quite impressive when he's fully erect." Within minutes, Lance's member was standing full and throbbing away from his body. Claudia could see a fine sheen of sweat covering his body. Justin moved away and pulled a high chair away from the bar. "Lance, take a seat," Justin said. Lance silently moved to sit in the chair. Justin walked over to Claudia and ran his hands down her arms. He pressed his body against her and drew in a sharp breath. She could feel Justin was as erect as Lance was. "Now, I want you to hold her," Justin said. "Claudia, come here," Lance said. His strong hands guided her to his lap. She sat down, shivering against his cold skin. "Lance, you know better than that. I want you to hold her," Justin said putting the emphasis on the word "hold." "Justin," Lance said. "Do it!" Justin shouted. Lance let out a deep breath. Without warning, his strong hands grabbed Claudia around her waist and lifted her up. She let out a cry as he impaled her onto his cock. Pain shot through her body as Lance's thick shaft filled her. He moved her legs and told her to hook her feet behind the chair. He grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. The position made Claudia's breasts thrust forward towards Justin. Her muscles were stretched to the point of breaking. Again, she heard Lance's voice in her head, "Just breath. It will be over soon." Justin moved forward and removed the jewelry from her breasts. He pinched her nipples harshly, making her whimper. He leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. His teeth nipped at her. Claudia cried out as he sunk his fangs into the soft flesh. I'm going to die, she thought. As Justin fed, she could feel Lance's breath on the back of her ear. For some unknown reason, that was the only comfort she felt at the time. Lance's grip loosened on her arms. He held her arms with one hand and massaged the back of her neck with the other. "I'm sorry you have to go through this," Lance said silently. She tried to turn her head and tried to look at him. He pressed his lips against her neck, "Don't turn around. Don't show any emotion. If you show pain, it will only make it worse." Breathe You are so beautiful. It's the way you consume me. The almost feral gleam in your eyes, the color on your cheeks, the way your lips match mine, you sharing my breath, i'd inhale forever if i could your hands running over every single part of me. My hands on your collar, pressing myself into you as hard as I can, can you feel this slow burn your hands on my shoulders, spinning me swiftly into the wall behind you. My gasp inhale as your lips are on mine; tongue's melted around mine, your hand, rough and insistent, tearing at the collar of my shirt until it finally gives. Your lips traveling across my jawline...down my neck, nipping at the skin on my throat as I'm arching into you, it burns my hands clenched around your shoulders, soft sighs falling from my lips. I'm slipping off my shirt as you're fumbling with the button on my jeans, pressing your teeth inhale into the soft flesh of my belly. Tugging the sides of my jeans down over my hips, down the pale softness of my thighs...my knees... my calves... my ankles. Laying rough kisses inhale all the way back up my ankles... my calves... my knees... my thighs. Your hand between my legs, teasing me through my panties, hot breath in my ear, my teeth firmly into your shoulder, my nails leaving half moons in the blades, it burns it burns my breathing ragged and hot against your skin. Your arm wrapping around my legs from behind my knees, i can't feel the ground me throwing my arms around your neck as you're carrying me down the hall. Your clothing in a careless pile on the floor along with mine. Steam filling the room, imprinting itself on the mirror, the shower doors. Your arms around me, beads of water on your shoulders, streams running down your chest, my hands running down the sides of your body, nails softly pulling lines up the outsides of your thighs. Soft kisses lighting on your cheeks, your neck, my lips brushing up against yours, my tongue softly slipping across your bottom lip. Your hand clenched around my soaking hair, pulling my head inhale back with a low growl as I'm sinking to my knees, hands around your hips, you're so beautiful looking up at you. My hand wrapped around your cock, running my tensed tongue up along the underside of your shaft...swirling it around the head...slowly twisting and pulling my hand up and down. Your moan echoing off the walls of the shower, your head tilting back, your fingers weaving their ways into the wet curls of my hair as I wrap my lips around you... taking in as much as I can inhale and softly sucking my way back up. Droplets of heat descending over your head and shoulders, tickling your spine, my tongue tracing soft lines across your scrotum, hand still twisting, still pulling. My nails drawing slow circles along the insides of your thighs, my teeth inhale gently nipping at the tender flesh, hand still twisting, still pulling. My lips around your cock again, sucking harder, hand moving faster, I can taste you, slowly dripping over my tongue, down my throat. I'm moaning along with you, your hands clenching my hair, trapping it in tight fists, your hips rocking slightly, gently forcing more of you inhale into me. The pressure's too much, washing over you and you tense beneath my hands, between my lips, and with a soft shudder, I can taste you. Every drop of you. Like a flood inhale behind my lips, blessing my tongue, so so beautiful my throat. You wrapping me in a soft white towel. Your arm behind my knees again. You kissing my lips softly. You setting me down on the bed. You're on top of me. Fingertips slowly pulling themselves down my pale throat, over my collarbone, over the swell of my breast, burning rolling them across my nipple. My breath catching in my chest, my hand around the back of your neck, willing you to lean down oh it burns and take it between your lips. Your tongue gently flicking, teeth softly nipping, my back arching beneath you, your hand sliding down the soft skin of my belly...slowly it's like fire making a trail between my parted thighs. Gasping... moaning...your fingers slowly rubbing... teasing... your lips on mine inhale, soft and tender... then i can't breathe it burns harder, more intense. My nails creating more half moons, hips arching, you sliding a finger deep inside me, curling it, I'm begging, i've never seen anyone so beautiful I'm pleading, baby i need you it burns I'm writhing beneath your hands. My ankles on your shoulders. Your hand pinning my wrists above my head. You teasing my baby please clit with the tip of your cock, my head tilting back into the pillow, biting my lower lip. You sliding inhale into me inch by blessed inch. A gasp, then a breath escaping in a soft moan, nails digging into your sides, back arching, so beautiful you're filling me. Contracting around you, perfectly, like it was created just for you. Your gentle rocking, your lips finding inhale mine, my hands placing themselves on either side of your god he's so beautiful face, your teeth pressed into my throat, throwing my hands up, clutching the pillow as I'm coming, screaming in the release. You pulling out, baby i'm still on fire pulling me on top of you. My teeth gently biting your lower lip, my tongue tracing a trail along your jaw, running it along your earlobe, laying soft kisses along the sides of your neck, inhale planting my teeth into your throat as I slide down on top of you. My hips rocking back and forth as I'm kissing you, moaning, feeling you deep inside baby you're so beautiful me. Your hands sliding up the sides of my waist, up to my breasts, squeezing, massaging, pinching the nipples gently as I'm riding you, my head tilting back, moans getting louder. You sliding me off, pushing me onto my belly, grabbing my hips, lifting them up, gripping them, pulling them into you as you're slamming your cock into me god baby it burns with a grunt. Your hand slapping my pale cheek , leaving pink stains the length of your fingers. Your hand in the curls of my hair, clenching, pulling my head back as I moan with pleasure, you're driving deeper, harder... faster... in and out in and out I'm screaming out, my insides fluttering around you as I come again, your thrusting prolonging it. You wrenching my hair brutally, pounding into me, coming as you're wrapping your arm around my waist, pressing yourself into me as close as you can. You easing your way out of me, both of us missing the warmth. You on your back, my arm laying limp across you, the gradual slowing of your breathing, the gentle rise and fall of your chest beneath my hand, my lips pressed against your skin, inhale your hand running listlessly through my curls. Exhale. Breathe I could barely catch my breath as I felt his fingers press even harder into the flesh on my hips. I was in disbelief that I was buck naked and bent over the couch in his living room. He positioned himself behind me and I braced myself for the inevitable stretch. The pressure as he pressed his dick into my pussy only multiplied my anxiety. I knew he was well endowed but this immensely exceeded my expectations. "Breathe." I heard him command firmly from behind. I didn't even notice that I hadn't been breathing. As soon as I inhaled, he pushed himself into me. A simple breath evolved into a gasp as I tried to pull away. His hand was already on my shoulder, as though he anticipated my action. I couldn't move an inch. Eventually, his strong fingers stroked their way up my back and to my neck as he slid his dick into me. Just as I began to whimper, I felt his fingers at my neck, massaging me from my nape to my shoulders as he slowly stroked my pussy. He was too big. I couldn't take it. I whimpered again, from pain or pleasure I didn't know. But it didn't matter. He ignored me. It was slow. Agonizingly slow. He continued to massage my neck and soothing sensation completely relaxed me. I let him take me, feeling what he wanted me to feel. I could hear his breathing, steady and even behind me, a testament to his focus. The smell of our sex began to fill the room as my wetness seeped onto my thighs despite the pain. His hand moved from the back of my neck to the front of it, squeezing gently. My hands flew to my neck, but he didn't let go. I was terrified as he stripped away every bit of control I had over my own body. He was thrusting harder now, deeper. "Touch your clit." His voice was still perfectly even. " Rub it and tell me everything you feel." I froze. I couldn't. I couldn't touch myself in front of him. I wouldn't touch myself in front of him. Nor was I going to stroke his ego, or humiliate myself by trying to explain to him what he was doing to me. My head snapped back suddenly and I felt a dull pain in my scalp. "Tell me." He commanded again. His hand still gripping my hair, I licked a finger unnecessarily and brought it down to my clit. I exhaled from the pleasure and let my eyes close. There was too much stimulation coming from too many places. Him fucking me, me pressing my finger against my clit, and him pulling my hair...all of it almost started to hurt. I felt him tug a little harder on my hair and began to speak. "I-It feels like I-I never felt anything like this before. You're so big, too big." He slowed a little inside me as I spoke. "I've never been stretched like this, and I hate not being able to move." He was pressed so tightly against me, I couldn't even throw it back and he drove into me. All I could do was take it. "Why?" He asked speeding up again. "Why what?" I moved my hand away from my clit but he jerked my arm back down to my pussy. "Stupid question." He fucked me harder, wrapping his hand back around my throat. I felt like I was thinking a million things a second and not thinking anything at all as he began to pound harder into me. I knew if I answered his question he might slow his pace, but for some reason my mind couldn't grasp what he wanted me to say. He squeezed my throat tighter and my eyes flew open as it clicked. "I don't have control!" All of a sudden every inch of me felt prickly. I could feel every drop of sweat on my skin. I had stopped talking and he was pushing deeper and faster into me. "I-I-I don't like being dominated. I can't even breathe when I want to! I, I mean, you're making me feel helpless. You determine everything! I'm not used to it!" I was screaming at him and moaning. Angry at him for making me say these things, angry at myself because it was bringing me as close to an orgasm as I had ever been. I could feel my pussy grip his dick, spasming over and over again. Just one more thing to add to the list of things I had no control over. "Rub your clit," he said harshly, "And come for me." It was my undoing. I could feel the tightness of the pleasure soar from my pussy to my chest. He pushed my head into the sofa fucking me through my orgasm. I was screaming, shocked and floored by the feeling. I was so much more sensitive than I had ever been. I felt things between my legs that I didn't have words for; this swirling feeling in my pussy and lower abdomen that seemed to pulse and pull at my muscles. Then suddenly, he pulled out of me. I knew he did because he was carrying me, but I could still feel him inside me. I trembled in his arms, and was suddenly embarrassed at my outburst. "I have to go." I said softly, hiding my face in his chest. "Rest first." He lowered me onto his bed and lay down next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I couldn't help it. I fell asleep. When I awoke, Jason wasn't next to me. It was dark out, but I had no clue what time it was. Quietly, in case he was in the bathroom, I slid from beneath the covers and felt around on the floor for my clothes. They were right where I had left them. Close to the foot of the bed where he had made me stand as I self consciously and nervously bared myself to him. I pulled on my panties, skirt, and t shirt, deciding my bra was unnecessary since I was just going home anyway. "Interesting." My head snapped in the direction of his voice. Fuck. Light flooded the room and I flinched reflexively. He was standing in the door, with that damned smirk teasing his full lips. "What's interesting?" I said as coolly as I could manage. "All that crawling you did just to get to your clothes...which you really won't be needing anyway." "Whatever." I was incapable of coming up with a smart as come back. His comment had shaken me. I was not mentally stable enough yet to sleep with him again. I grabbed my purse and headed towards him, fully determined on leaving. "Where you going, love?" His dark eyes drew me in as I searched for an answer. Where was I going? All I wanted was him inside me again. Hell, I could still feel him inside me from what he did to me earlier. His kissed me, his tongue finding its way into my mouth. It was a lazy kiss. His tongue stroking mine, and my tongue stroking his. Nothing urgent or rushed. I moaned into his mouth and he groaned back, wrapping his arms around me. God, he was still naked. I let my fingertips graze the muscles of his back, reaching toward his shoulder blades. His body was perfect. His mouth was perfect. His dick was perfect. I was lost in a fog. Somehow, I was naked and on the bed again. He lips, teeth, and tongue were torturing my neck and all I could do was whimper and writhe in response. I felt his fingers between on my thighs, then felt one hand spreading the lips of my pussy. I pulled away, not really knowing why. "It's only pleasure, baby." He said gently, jerking me back into place. I was wet, dripping. He slid his finger up and down my slit. I looked up at him, begging him to stop with my eyes. He didn't care. My pussy was still swollen from earlier and one finger felt like two. He pumped his finger roughly for a moment and then added another. Gasping, I grabbed his wrist, my hand barely managing to fit around it. I tried desperately to pull it away as he turned his hand upwards searching for my g-spot. "Let me go, or I'll make you do it." He pressed his fingers against my g spot and I shook on his hand, instantly begin to leak. I wanted to be embarrassed, but was too busy cumming. "Can you cum again?" He asked. I shook my head no as hard as I could. "Please. No. I can't take anymore." I was breathless. I had never been touched there. The pressure I felt was scary and familiar all at the same time. When I came, it was like my earlier orgasm, but different. "Close your eyes." I didn't want to, but I didn't argue either. I felt him shifting on the bed as he ran his fingers across my bottom lip. I could smell myself on his hand. "Lick your lips." He whispered. I did and the taste surprised me. It wasn't unpleasant and actually tasted exactly how it smelled. I could feel Jason shifting both myself and him as he placed a pillow beneath my hips. I was suddenly nervous. He lifted my legs, keeping them together and held them straight up in the air. My eyes flew open as he entered me. This was not the slow introduction I had to his penis earlier. My pussy felt so tight and he felt even thicker than before. He thrust hard and deep into me never taking his eyes off mine. I opened my mouth to speak, but words escaped me. I clutched the covers as tears began to sting the backs of my eyes. It hurt so badly, but felt so delicious at the same time. "Tell me when you're going to cum." He said. "I'm going to cum!" I said almost before he could finish his sentence. I could only imagine the grimace on my face as I arched my back at an almost impossible angle. I swallowed, gasping for air as he spread my legs. All I could see was the top of his head as I felt his mouth on my clit. "Oh my God!" He sucked it into his mouth, held it ever so gently between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. "You are so fuckin' nasty!" I could hear and feel him laugh at my surprise as he shoved his tongue into me. He tongue fucked me as he reached up to place my hand on my clit. I rubbed it as he licked my pussy from bottom to top, occasionally stopping to lick my clit between my fingers. It was too much. He was eating my pussy after he had just fucked me. And now we were both teasing my pussy bringing me to an orgasm. I fought it. Fought the urge to cum, to scream his name, to call on the Lord and thank Him for a man who barely knew me but seemed to know my body better than me. He was up on his knees again, holding my legs together as he stroked my pussy. I felt feverish and I wanted to cry. I was so close... "Call me Daddy." He rasped, looking down at me. I opened my mouth to say it, but then bit my lip in defiance. He spread my legs, holding them apart now as he continued to fuck me. "Say it." His voice was low as he watched his dick slide in and out of my wetness. "Now." I chose to remain silent as he continued to fuck me, pounding me. Then he slowed, his strokes becoming shallower. I looked up at him desperately. I had been on the verge of an orgasm and as quickly as he could have given it to me, he had decided to take it away. I looked down to see his dick glistening with my juices as he barely dipped the head in. "Please." I whispered hoarsely. And just like that, he was at it again, fucking me senseless. "Say it." He commanded. God, it felt so good. He was crashing into my pussy, treating me in a way that I had never been treated, or even considered being treated. "Now." My eyes met his just before I tilted my head back and said it. "Daddy." It was soft. I wanted to simply say it, but moaned it desperately instead. "I can't hear you, baby." "Daddy." I moaned again. "Please. Don't stop again. I was so close." "You were?" he feigned ignorance. "Yes." I whimpered as he continued to fuck me. "Yes ,what?" I hated him. "Yes, Daddy." He laughed at the way I whined his new name. He pulled out and turned me onto my stomach. "Lift that ass up baby." I obeyed quickly, missing the sensation of him inside of me. "Perfect." He breathed, sliding his hands over the globes of my ass. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt him again, sliding against my walls. The strokes were slow and deep. "You know I'm cummin' in this pussy?" I froze. "No. Please. Please don't. I'm not on the pill." I became frantic, squirming beneath him. "Why not?" He leaned forward, I could feel him pressing against me. He grabbed my arms from beneath me, stretching them forward until they were straight out in front of me. "Please...." I was breathless as he continued his smooth consistent stroke inside me. "Why not? It belongs to me. Every inch of you belongs to me." I was shivering now, from the pleasure, from the fear, from the sensation of his breath against my neck. My mind was racing with the consequence of him spilling his seed inside of me and crackling with the shocks of pleasure he gave me. "Please, don't!" I begged. "It's two ways you can catch this nut, sweet heart. You can swallow it, or I can cum in this tight pussy. Your pick." I couldn't make a decision. The one time I tried to swallow a man's semen I had literally vomited. I knew that reaction would only garner me some type of punishment. And I certainly didn't want it in me. He was stroking faster and deeper. I whimpered unable to come to a decision. "Too late." He pressed his hips as tightly against the fleshiness of my ass as far as he could. I could feel the tip of his penis pressing against something causing a dull pain. "Please!" I cried out one last time. But he was right. It was too late. He came inside me, swearing. "God damn, girl!" He kissed the back of my neck and pulled out. Almost immediately I felt his cum leaking out of me and sliding down my thigh. I cringed at the feeling, face contorted in disgust. "I hate you!" I yelled once he moved from on top of me. I scurried to his bathroom, legs spread as far apart as possible. I turned on his shower and burst into tears. The water couldn't get hot enough fast enough. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Why was I submitting to any of this? I could say no. No, I couldn't. For some reason I felt compelled to subject myself to his whims. But him cumming inside of me shook me to my core. Did he have no regard for what I wanted? Should I even be acquiescing to such a person? The pressure behind my eyes became achingly painful as stood beneath the stream of water. My once straight hair began to convert to its natural kinky curly texture as I sniffled. "You forgot to ask for towels." He pulled the shower curtain back and handed me a wash cloth. "Thank you..." I mumbled, refusing to look at him. "You look beautiful." He reached a hand out to touch my waist, but I moved away. He smirked and walked out of the bathroom. I trembled from the exchange, unsure why. I had to leave. Quickly, I poured much more body wash than I needed onto the towel. I scrubbed myself much harder than necessary wanting to get every trace of him off of me. I wanted to shove my fingers in my vagina to see if I could actually scoop some of his cum out but I was so tense that my pussy clenched so tightly I couldn't get a finger in. I was livid all of a sudden. I dried off roughly with the big fluffy towel he had left for me. I stormed back into his bed room searching for my clothes. He lay there on the bed watching me calmly. "Are you really doing this again?" He asked, a smug amused look on his face. I didn't answer. Where the hell were my clothes? "Where do you think you're going?" "To get the morning after pill, you asshole." I responded hotly. "Now why would you want to do that?" He had gotten up out of the bed, and all six feet and 210 pounds of him was headed toward me. I hated myself as I felt my pussy thump at the sight. Did he ever wear clothes? I tried to focus on his question. "I don't want to get pregnant. Especially not by you." I glared at him, refusing to back down. "And what's wrong with me?" He smirked, making an attempt to grab my hand. "Every fucking thing." I whipped my body around before he could touch me. I spotted my clothes folded neatly on top of his dresser. Hastily, I grabbed them and my hand bag and dressed as I stomped down the stairs and out of his life. Breathe The house is quite as you walk into the bedroom. You see me on the bed, already dressed in my flannel sleep pants and no shirt. Turning off the lights, you crawl into bed with me wearing only a T-shirt and panties. The air is cool, so you quickly jump into bed and pull the blanket over you. Facing away from me, you watch as the details of the room becomes clearer while your eyes adjust to the small amount of light coming in through the window's curtains. You begin to close your eyes when you feel my warm body move behind you. A slight smirk crosses your lips. You were hoping for this. I kiss the back of your neck. The shiver that runs down your spine is interrupted only by the warm hand you feel on your hip. I kiss you again, moving each kiss slowly closer to your ear. Your breathing gets deeper as you feel my lips begin to suck the bottom of your earlobe. You turn your head and look at me. Grabbing the back of my head with your free hand, you guide my lips to yours. Passionately, we kiss while my hand your hip moves up and under your shirt. You shiver slightly when my fingers touch your bare skin. Arching your back, you can feel my hand continue moving up your stomach. My fingers gently brush past the bottom of your breast. Imagining what's coming next, you break our kiss and let out a deep sigh. I continue kissing your neck while I cup your breast in my hand. Using my index and middle fingers, I tug on your nipple, making it erect. I get onto my knees and grab the bottom of your shirt. Without hesitation, you sit up while I take your shirt of and drop it on the floor. The cool air hitting your bare breasts gives you goose bumps. I lay you onto your back. The chill from the air on your nipples is quickly replaced from the warm moisture of my lips while my free hand gently massages the other breast. With your eyes closed, you kiss my forehead from time to time while you feel yourself becoming ever more aroused by the flicking of my tongue over your erect nipple. You then become aware of my free hand slowly moving back along your stomach. Moving lower, you feel my fingers cross your navel until they reach the top of your panties. Stopping for only a moment, they continue moving down over your panties until reaching your clit. Through the cloth, I trace the outline of your pussy lips. You open your legs a little wider for me. I then grab the side of your panties and move the cloth material out of my way. The feeling of my fingers on your bare skin causes you to drop your head back onto the bed and let out an audible sigh. You grab my head and pull me up towards you for another deep kiss. Taking advantage of the moment, I get onto my knees again and wrap my fingers around the top of your panties. Arching your hips up, I pull your panties off. Before I can lie back down next to you, you sit up and pull me towards you for another kiss. Feeling my fingers on your clit again, you drop your hand under the waist band of my pants and begin stroking my cock. You break our kiss and look me in the eyes. With your hand on my cock and mine in your pussy, we slowly masturbate each other, matching each other's rhythm. You stop stroking me and begin pulling my pants down. You see my cock spring up over the waistband. I roll onto my side and sit on the bed while you pull my pants completely off and throw them to the side. Getting onto your knees, you crawl between my legs and place your lips over the head of my cock. Moving your head further down over my shaft, you begin to slowly move your head up and down. I reach down and grab one of your legs and pull the bottom half of your body toward me. I wrap your legs around my head and begin licking the length of your lips. My tongue starts to flick the top of your clit while you quicken the pace of your blowjob. You lift your head and let out a sigh when you feel one of my fingers enter you. You find you're having a hard time continuing your blowjob as my tongue and lips alternately play with your clit while my finger moves in and out of you. The pleasure becomes too much. You spin around and straddle me, positioning yourself over my cock. Sitting down slowly, you guide me into you. Placing your hands on my chest for balance, you begin to grab my chest hair as you sit further down onto me. You stop briefly at the bottom before moving back up. When you start to sit again, you feel me moving my hips up toward you. We match each other's rhythm as we both quicken our pace. You can feel my hands applying slight pressure on your hips every time you move down onto me. I sit up and begin kissing your breasts. Without breaking your rhythm, you wrap your arms around my neck while you continue grinding into me. I reach around you and start lifting you up, rotating you onto the bed without pulling out of you. Once I have you on your back, I begin thrusting into you. Deeper and harder, the sound of our hips smacking against each other becomes audible. You grab the back of the bed and wrap your legs tightly around me, pressing me deeper into you with every thrust. Your breathing becomes quicker and shallower as you hear the sound of our humping become wetter. You can tell I know you're getting close when I begin to quicken my pace. Like the calm before the storm, you hold your breath as you feel every muscle in your body tense. With a quick release, you let out a loud moan while you feel the intensity of your orgasm spread throughout your body. You place your hand on my stomach, indicating you want me to slow down so you can catch your breath. Instead, I replace my cock with my tongue. Letting out another moan, you can feel a shiver run through your body. You sit up and pull my head towards you, kissing me. It's the only way to slow me down so you can catch your breath. You break the kiss while you try to slow down your heart beat. I barely let you calm down when I spin you onto your stomach. Pulling your hips toward mine, I push my cock into your pussy and push myself deep inside of you. My pace is a little fast at first but you manage to slow me down by starting a rhythm of your own. You can feel my hand gliding along your back and around your side to find your breasts. Cupping your breasts, I kiss you on your back. You move your hand down between your legs and rub your clit while I continue pushing inside of you. You then move your fingers further down, gliding them along the underside of my cock until you find my balls. While you're massaging them, I sit up, placing my hands on your hips and pulling you into me with every thrust. I pull out and rotate you around, laying you on your back. Moving between your legs, I push myself into you again. Looking into my eyes, you watch me as I kiss you one more time before moving my head to the side of yours. Wrapping your arms around me, you match my pace. The sound of my breath quickens and you can tell I'm getting close. The thought of cumming together excites you. As my pace becomes slower but deeper, you can feel another orgasm coming on. You hear my breathing stop as I bury myself deep inside of you and stay there. The feeling of my warm cum inside of you makes you orgasm again. You can feel the tingling sensation spread throughout your body, intensifying with every movement I make. We stay like this, frozen in each other's arms for what feels like eternity. Once we're able to settle down, I give you another gentle kiss as I reach down for the covers. Pulling the sheets over us, I move to your side, wrapping my arms around you as you push your back into me. You fall asleep in my arms, hearing only the sounds of my breathing. Breathe "Eyes shut, Jenna. Straight ahead ten steps, then turn the corner. Halfway down the hall, then sidestep a photocopier. Smell that? That's the coffee room. Turn right. Walk. Turn left. Skim your fingers along the reception desk. The sound of the air is changing. You're approaching the doors. Hands out and push them open. Seven steps and you're at the elevator. Push the 'Down' button." Ding. "Step inside. Turn around and press 'G'." Jenna Song listened as the elevator doors shut and felt the floor lighten against her feet. Eyes still closed, her lips pulled to a coy smile. So far, so good. Ding. Her knees buffered as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. She stepped out. As she walked, her slipper flats on the marble floor made a soft patting sound rather than a crisp tap had it been a weekday and she was in heels. On Sunday afternoons, though, she rarely wore anything uncomfortable on her feet. "Twenty steps. It sounds like a cavern. You're in the center of the atrium. Pivot to your left and walk straight ahead. Reach out and touch a glass door. Tap your fob against the panel." Beep. Click! Jenna opened the door, stepped into the company gym and finally opened her eyes. She knew the layout of the space in general, but sometimes a stray workout bench or weights made the path unpredictable. Best not to risk tripping and hurting herself, not while she was alone. It amused her to know that she could negotiate her way from her desk to the gym eyes shut. She was at her desk only to water her plant since she was at the office anyway. The impromptu blind concentration test came on a whim. Of course, it would have been much more challenging if it were a weekday with coworkers scurrying about like ants in a dirt mound. She walked to the gym's enclosed studio. This was nice, being at the office on a Sunday, even if it was a bright summer's afternoon. The peace and quiet was in stark contrast to the clamor of office life during the week. Inside the carpeted studio, Jenna, already in her yoga clothes, dropped her purse aside. Looking around, she pulled her slippers off her feet with her toes. The sunshine from outside glazed the room with a hazy glow reflecting off the mirrored walls. No lights were necessary. This would do just fine. Softly she stepped, not quite to the middle of the room, but to her "spot" where she felt the most balance. She tied her dark, auburn hair into a tidy ponytail. After a few stretches, she settled down onto the floor, facing towards the mirrors, crossing her legs, and resting the back of her hands on her knees. Steadying herself, she found her center. Her lids settled over her grey eyes, one... two... three. "Breathe..." Solitude surrounded her. She waited. *** 5 Weeks Ago... Tyrone Briggs beat the crap out of the heavy punching bag; a flurry of furious blows bruised the leather with vicious thumps. Everyone else in the company gym gave the executive a wide berth, trying not to wince while listening to the resounding cracks of his fists and his stern grunts as he tore into his workout. This was his way in the office as well, tearing through it, brandishing an air of angry confidence. His "scorched earth" methods took him very far in the company. He charged around the board rooms, challenged and dared everyone, and when he locked his sights on a client or a project, he was unstoppable. It earned him the notoriety and title of "The Bull" - dark, powerful, and driven. As of late however, "The Bull" was feeling as if he had lost some of his vigor. His tactics and persona had seemed to be wearing thin... so he thought, anyway. To everyone else, the change was barely noticeable, if at all, but that meant squat to him. To Tyrone, it gnawed at him like maggots. His recent workouts reflected his work. He was flailing, off balance and unfocused. His punches, though powerful, were ineffective, like hitting the bag with the handle of the hammer instead of the head. The more frustrated he grew, the less command he held, the less effective he became - a vicious cycle. Tyrone erupted with a rampage of fists punctuated by a raging shout. He stepped back, huffing and puffing, sweat streaming down his face and along the deep lines of his rugged muscles, his dark mocha flesh glistening. His tank top was damp and stretched with perspiration. He scowled at the bag as if it was taunting him to blast through it. He shook his head as he stripped off his gloves and tape. Not good. Pounding a bag didn't help. Grabbing his bottle of water, he turned towards the windows of the gym's studio. Normally, he wouldn't have given the studio classes a second glance; they weren't his style. Today however, as he guzzled the water, it caught his attention. He thought to himself for a long moment, then smirked and shook his head again. "Yoga," he muttered. "Right." Tyrone walked towards the studio. *** Now... Jenna often slipped into a mild trance as she sat in her meditative pose. The world could rattle around her yet she would remain floating in her own pocket of ease. Not that she was oblivious to her surroundings. She was just attuned to what her body and mind needed at the moment to remain balanced. Today though, she couldn't quite find that balance. There was a miniscule waver in her breath, her heartbeat off by a microsecond. Like a pin drop on a perfect sheet of ice, a tiny chip scarred her pristine sense of balance. Eyes still closed, she heard the door of the studio open, heavy footsteps, and the thump of a gym bag on the floor. The scent of luxurious cologne wafted up her nose and fill her lungs. Most noticeably, she felt the energy swell around her, shove at her like a stiff breeze. It was a demanding presence. "He's here." She opened and rolled her eyes upward along the lengthy, solid body of Tyrone. He stood before her, the light from outside painting the muscles along his dark, mocha skin with strips of silvery-white. He was an imposing figure. "Hey, Jenna," he said, speaking through a handsomely devilish grin. "Ready to do this?" As he stepped towards her, her brow twitched. She knew by his look that he caught that like the alpha predator catches a scent. Her eyes locked onto his and she steadied her breath. The chip on the ice fractured in a dozen different directions... *** 5 weeks ago... Jenna's yoga class was just winding down. It wasn't a formal class, per se; she wasn't a certified teacher. A few weeks ago after work, she was alone in the studio just to practice some poses and free her spirit. Some onlookers asked if they could join her and she welcomed the company. Her placid nature was well-appreciated by the staff, weary and strung out after a stressful day at work. With a little encouragement, she agreed to offer a weekly after-work session. Jenna guided everyone through a series of slow lunging poses. While not everyone did everything perfectly, the vibe in the room was relaxed and peaceful. Just then, the door swung open and a tall, brooding man entered. Everyone other than Jenna turned their heads towards him as if on command. He glared back at them like they were prey. Jenna could practically smell the intensity pervading the air, throwing everyone off. She finally glanced over towards him. Tyrone shifted on his feet, his large frame swaying. After scanning the room, he leveled his sights on Jenna. Finally, he asked grudgingly, "Room for one more?" With a passive blink, Jenna nodded. "Sure," she replied, "We're finishing for now, but you're welcome to join." Hesitating momentarily, Tyrone made his way through the group -the Bull amongst the lambs- to the center of the room. A wide pocket formed around him. "Let's resume," Jenna said. She did her best to restore the balance in the room, but to no avail. The others were distracted, too aware of Tyrone's intensity and his heavy, uneven grunts. His movements were gruff, like he was fighting to bust out from a cage. He would look at his feet then at the others, clucking his tongue whenever he stumbled off balance. Soon everyone barely followed along with Jenna. The session came to an abrupt end. While the others filed out of the room a little more quickly than usual, Jenna remained seated on the floor, legs crossed. Tyrone sat in front of her, still shifting uncomfortably, forcing his limbs and muscles into place, and fuming to himself. It was as if he hadn't even noticed that everyone else had left. "Center your core," Jenna said. He arched a dark brow and eyed her. "What?" Flattening her palm gently against her belly, she said, "Open your heart above your hips and breathe." "I am breathing," he muttered from the edge of his mouth. "You're pumping air in and out of your lungs," she noted, teasing a gentle smile, "but you're not breathing." Tyrone watched as her eyes closed. Her chest expanded and fell with a steady, yet strong, rhythm. She inhaled deeply and then rounded her glossy pink lips as she dispelled the air with an audible breath. Observing her for a few seconds more, it almost seemed like he could see the ease settling within her and a warm glow appearing on her light, creamy skin. His instincts told him to scoff, shrug her damn breathing exercise off and stomp out of the studio. He shifted his jaw and thought about it for a moment, snorting once. She didn't flinch. Finally, he took one long, deep breath, and closed his eyes. Jenna felt the calm returning to the room. Her eyes drifted open. She smiled again when she saw the brute sitting there across from her, breathing as naturally as a sleeping infant... well, perhaps an infant bull. "Keep breathing," she said, her voice a caress. "Imagine your space. Make it only as big as you need it to be, not tight but snug. Fall into it." Tyrone lost his sense of time while sitting there. He felt a tingling sensation, like strands of energy threading through the pores of his skin. Jenna's voice echoed in his head. Even with his eyes shut, he could feel her there in front of him. Finally, he opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that his face felt tension free. That sensation trickled down right to his toes. "Nice position," Jenna said. Tyrone looked past her into the studio mirrors. At some point, he somehow had settled his body into a poised, cross-legged position. He was in no way close to the pretzel configuration Jenna had wrapped her legs in, but he definitely felt the ease in his core as his knees rested towards the floor. She nodded her head, rolled up onto her feet, and walked over to her towel and water. Tyrone watched her with piqued curiosity. There was little wasted movement her actions, one fluidly leading to the next. Regarding her closely, he took a moment to admire how attractive she actually was with her enticing, blended Asian features. There was a fresh, quiet spirit cascading behind her honey-toned skin. He finally stood up. "You do this every week?" Patting her cheek with the towel, Jenna replied, "Yes, every Wednesday evening. Want to join us?" Caught off guard by her invitation, he measured her quickly for any trepidation. She looked back at him patiently awaiting a reply. "Yeah," he said, bobbing his head, "sure. I think I can do this." Jenna chuckled, "I'm sure you can do this. You're obviously in good shape. I also know that you can be very determined when you want something." He cocked his head back, narrowing an eye on her. "Yeah? Because you know who I am?" he asked knowing full well his notoriety in the company preceded him. She smiled. "Because I can tell by observation." Tyrone paused. Not the answer he had been expecting. He grinned and nodded. Jenna shrugged her shoulders. " And I know who you are." He crossed his arms and waited. "The Bull." Tyrone frowned. Few ever referenced his nickname to his face. "Oh? You know my rep, then?" "I've heard you go after what you want like a beast," Jenna replied as she bent down to gather the rest of her things. Watching her, Tyrone had a renewed appreciation for how good yoga pants could look around the female bottom. What was really catching his attention, though, was her easy deliberateness with words and actions. "It must be gratifying, possessing that sort of drive," Jenna headed for the door, adding, "when you know what you want." It struck Tyrone how she spoke especially towards him and knowing his personality. As she led him out of the room, she continued, "Are you having trouble deciding what you want?" Tyrone smirked, yet he stopped short of scoffing. His penchant for railroading people who spoke to him like this seemed to fail him. "You can also tell that based on observation?" he replied. "It's my aura or something?" Jenna didn't respond and continued walking ahead of him, seemingly unaffected by his cajoling. He followed her through the gym, though he wasn't sure why. His thoughts were suddenly and unexpectedly crowded again. "Tyrone," Jenna said, turning around suddenly. He lurched to a halt, almost walking into her. "Yeah?" "Are you going to follow me into the ladies' showers?" she asked. Tyrone looked up and around her as if slapped out of a haze. "Hmm?" As Jenna turned around, she chuckled, "There are probably a few women in here who wouldn't mind, but I'm a little bashful myself." He watched her disappear around the corner. "Excuse me," a woman suddenly said to him from behind, his large frame blocking the way. Tyrone stepped aside and frowned. He wasn't sure if it was the breathing exercise or what, but he knew he sure as hell wasn't thinking straight. He shook his head, giving his brain a bit of a rattle, then turned around. He stopped, realizing he hadn't even asked who she was. "Tyrone?" a voice called out from behind, pulling his head back. Jenna peeked around the corner. "Jenna Song," she said, then she disappeared back into the shower room. Once more he stood there staring back at an empty space. He nodded and smile as his eyes narrowed and gleamed. "Jenna Song," he said. Deep within, something finally seemed to shift into focus. In the shower room, Jenna leaned forward, her fingertips and forehead touching the wet tile as warm water spilled over her back washing off the lather from her pristine skin. Once again, her eyes were closed, her thoughts swept away with the flow and rush of water. Often while showering or bathing, she envisioned herself emerging from the cleansing waters of the sea, her purified body shimmering as she stepped onto a secluded beach covered with soft, warm sand, a place of personal serenity. Today, there was a shadow waiting for her on that shore, invading her space. Its masculine figure loomed over her, cast over her like a net. She knew she still had the opportunity to turn back towards the sea and swim away. Yet there she remained, on the cusp of dangerous temptation. Jenna sighed and lifted her face toward the falling water. *** Now... For an hour, Jenna and Tyrone faced each other in the privacy of the studio. She kept a close eye on him as they moved through the various positions. She was still quite impressed by how well he had taken to yoga. He lacked her flexibility, plus his bulky musculature presented some obstacles that her sleeker frame didn't have to contend with. Yet he had a strong core and sense of balance. The poses he managed were powerful and solid, as impressive and as handsome as the man himself. Still, she watched him carefully, as well, as the bird regards the cat below its nest. Tyrone never did or said anything overt that gave her reason to be wary, but there was something fierce in his eyes and the tone of his voice. The man was always "on". Whether it was residuals from his work life or his personality in general, he was a force, stern and raw. She also found it was something to admire, in many ways, and surprisingly tempting. Jenna blinked and gave her head a subtle shake to bring her back from her thoughts. She said, "Your form is good, Tyrone. Control your breaths." Tyrone stood on his toes, chest forward, hands down by his waist, palms open. He squared his jaw and grimaced. "Always with the breathing," he muttered. "Let it guide your body," she assured him. Tyrone dropped to his heels and sighed. "Not blowing you off," he said, "Pissed about myself." He shook his head at the floor then looked toward Jenna. Her expression was, as usual, one of quiet encouragement. "Let's reset?" she said. "Whichever rest position you're comfortable with." While Tyrone sat down in a crossed-leg position, Jenna settled onto her knees and then bowed down into the child's pose: face close to the floor, arms stretched out over her head. It inadvertently elicited a telling grin on Tyrone's lips, seeing her bent over before him. Every minute they were together, he felt more and more sharply focused on her. Jenna closed her eyes and breathed, centering herself as best she could. That encroaching vibe still persisted, embracing her. Despite telling herself not to look, she raised her head and peeked. Tyrone sat in front of her, upright and strong. His eyes lingered steadily upon her. Through a curl in his mouth he said, "You look flushed." Jenna stiffened. "Hmm?" "Not like you," he continued, "You're usually fresh as a daisy by the end of these sessions." She moved to a kneeling position, thinking for a moment, measuring her reply. "I must have some excess energy today." Tyrone smiled. "Want to burn it off?" She cocked her head. "Show me," he said. "What would you do if I weren't around holding you back?" Jenna turned her head aside and grinned. "You're not holding me back." "Come on, Jenna," he said, "show me what you got." She chuckled. "I forgot. You're 'bashful'," he said. As she looked back at him, she said, "It's not that..." "Then show me," Tyrone said. Jenna paused. A commanding tone had slipped into his voice. It punctuated his unexpectedly simmering gaze. Tyrone sat stone-faced. He also realized he had let a bit of 'The Bull' bust against the cage just then, yet he wasn't going to turn tail. He wanted to see how she reacted and go from there. Jenna slowly tilted her head to the other side, her eyes still linked on his. "Stay or go, Jenna? It's time to decide." She took a deep breath. Tyrone held her under his stoic gaze as she stood up before him. *** Last Wednesday... Over the next few weeks, Tyrone was front and center in the studio for the weekly yoga session. The other participants gave him a wide berth but Jenna was unfettered. She was quietly pleased with the man's stalwart presence in the room and his impressive progress. For Tyrone, he appreciated her subtle, yet resolute, guidance as she led the group. She never addressed anyone specifically, though he always suspected she was speaking to him. More so than the words she spoke, it was the cadence of her voice, the soft tones, the easy breathing, that he focused on. It was like following the trickle of a gentle stream. The pleasing effect of watching her lithe, supple body glide effortlessly through various stances couldn't be underestimated either. No, Tyrone definitely had an appreciative eye for her physique and he admired her control over it. "You've really improved," Jenna said to him at the end of the session as the others left, "you've got the basic positions down pretty well." Breathe "I've practiced on the weekends," Tyrone conceded, grinning. She smiled. "Impressive. Dedicated when presented with a challenge?" "I'm all in," he said. "As you've noted, I'm tenacious when I want something." She shrugged. "I'm just surprised yoga would be something you would want." "Hey, I'm all for anything that requires me to be disciplined and focused." She walked around him to her bottle by the wall. "You're still giving off a bit of a caged-animal vibe, though." "Yeah, well, it must be because you're holding back," Tyrone replied, "You're not pushing us hard enough." "It's not a competition. Besides," she said, "we do this as a group. I try to keep things at a level so that everyone can participate. Leave no man behind, right?" "Ah, so I knew you were holding back," he chuckled. Tyrone watched her as she drank, her back to him. He leaned over a little so he could look in her eyes through her reflection in the mirrored wall. "So how about we leave them allbehind?" Jenna swallowed and regarded him in the mirror. "What do you mean?" "One-on-one sessions?" She paused, leaning slightly on the barre rail running along the wall, still gazing back at him. Tyrone kept on her, digging at the tiny notch he had just scratched. "Come on. You gonna pass on having me as a dedicated student? The Bull?" "I'm not a teacher," she reminded him. "Probably wouldn't be asking if you were one," he said. "I find teachers too uptight." That cracked a smile on her lips. Jenna turned and shook her head. "I'm no expert in the slightest. This is just a hobby. I'm not sure how much I can actually help you improve." "Jenna, in my position, I make the decisions about who can and can't help me." She sighed, "The room is booked the other nights of the week." "Weekends, then," he replied quickly, "You call the time. I'll even use my pull with Security to give us some privacy." Jenna looked aside, grinning, swaying in her uncertainty. "Maybe Sunday, but..." Tyrone pressed his chin down. "I could make it worth your while." She shook her head. "I don't expect to be paid." "Even better!" He clapped and rubbed his hands. "Shows how good a businessman I am." Again she smiled and tilted her head tilted regarding him with mild suspicion. Tyrone offered his hand. "Sunday afternoon. Deal?" Jenna shifted her sleek eyes from his hand to his face then back. Finally she took his hand, noticing how fair her skin looked against his ebony tones. It dawned on her that she had never actually touched Tyrone before. Her appreciation of his brute, raw energy spiked instantly. As they shook hands, he said, "This'll be good, Jenna" With the slightest hesitancy he felt in her soft, pale hand, a deep hunger quickly manifested in his mind and spirit. Tyrone felt very certain about his words. *** Now... A dozen knots twisted in Jenna's core and a million thoughts bounced in her head like marbles on a tilting floor as she moved in guarded silence before the seated Tyrone. Her "flow" was less a circular ripple of water and more like waves crashing upon rocks. Poses which had previously been as easy as walking and whistling were suddenly awkward pantomimes. "Balance on one foot, lift the other leg behind you, curl it up and reach for it. Curve your back and lean forward. Reach the other hand forward. Breathe..." She felt the unsteady pulse in her neck and wrist, just little tremors below the skin, but they threw her balance off as if the earth was shifting beneath her. She hobbled unsteadily. "Breathe, Jenna... " "You're not breathing," Tyrone said, stating succinct fact. That didn't help Jenna. It just heightened her awareness of Tyrone's presence, his eyes upon her. She frowned. A gleam of perspiration appeared on her temple. Tyrone looked on like a wall of granite even as he felt the swells of hot-blooded desire coursing through him. He trained his dark eyes upon Jenna. As much as he admired and appreciated her calm and soothing demeanor, seeing her even slightly unsure of herself, and knowing he was the catalyst for it, was something he found much more enticing, more stimulating than any lucrative business deal. It was like backing prey to the edge of a cliff. "Some help?" Tyrone stood up. Jenna's frown deepened as she stumbled out of the pose. "Ah. It's alright. I told you I just did this casually." "No, it looked good," he said as he stood by her side and nodded, "Give it another go." Chin down, she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. She rolled them upwards to meet his face, suddenly too aware of Tyrone's height and size advantage. He stood there waiting. It was obvious that he wasn't asking her to try the pose again. Jenna slipped her lips into her mouth, moistening them as she thought. Finally, she steadied her breaths, sought out her center, then moved into the Dancer's pose again. She eased into the initial position well enough, her flexible body bowing with an alluring curve along her back. All the while she saw in the mirror Tyrone watching her, holding her with his eyes. "Arm out. Bend forward..." Slowly her belly angled towards the floor as she leaned forward. Her head up, she stared ahead, past her fingertips, towards the mirror. She noticed how pink her cheeks really were, evidence of the heat building within. Tyrone remained close, tilting his head noticeably. Starting at her foot, he scanned her body, up her leg, around her hips, her butt, her waist. He knew she could see him in the mirror and he made no attempt to mask his brazen glance. He didn't give a damn. As he painted her body with his eyes, he wanted her to see him do so. Jenna froze. "Keep going," Tyrone said. She winced, unsure if she could even move. Suddenly she felt his palm flatten against her belly. "Keep looking ahead," he said, sensing her startlement. "Keep going. I've got you." Jenna began to speak, "I..." "Keep... going," he interrupted with a stern tongue. She didn't look away from the mirror, but tried to focus on her own eyes and face rather than the big, dark man beside her, holding her. At his beckoning, she settled deeper into the pose, pressing into his hand. Tyrone liked the feel of her, even through her thin top. He imagined how soft her skin felt and admired the strength along her core. On top of all that, he relished the slight tremble he felt from her belly. "Good. Mm-hmm," he said, his voice deep like a bass. He placed his other hand against her back, easing her even further into the pose. Jenna's pelvis tilted past parallel to the floor as she stood in full pose. She would have been impressed if she didn't know she was only managing because Tyrone held her. Her core wasn't centered and when she tried to adjust, that's when his hand slipped down to her butt. "Steady," Tyrone said. He cupped her bottom and watched his palm wrap along cheeks. She was a tempting combination of soft and tight. Unable to resist, he angled his hand, anchoring two fingers between her crevice molded behind her snug pants. Jenna gasped at his bold touch, but held the pose maybe three seconds longer than she should have. She stumbled, releasing her leg at the back, almost falling on her face. Tyrone held her fast, though, and pulled her back. Before she realized it, she was leaning with her back pressed against his chest. She held onto his strong arm wrapped securely across her rib cage. "I've got you," Tyrone said, his mouth at her ear. Jenna hesitated. For a moment, she couldn't tell if he was just reassuring her or making a declaration. Feeling his other hand snake around her and then slide down to her crotch, it was suddenly obvious what was his intent. "I've got you." Ever the cutthroat opportunist, Tyrone seized the moment instinctively. He couldn't help himself. The woman had sharpened an edge in him he had thought he had been losing; he wasn't about to let it slip. His hand delved deep between her clenching thighs, relishing the warmth and softness his fingers found there. In the long seconds it took Jenna to absorb what was happening, she found her body being touched and savored on multiple fronts. Along with the busy stiff fingers of one hand stroking against her lips through her yoga pants, his other hand palmed her breasts, fingers squeezing in and out, pulling at her shirt and thumbing the tips of her nipples. His chin shoved her head aside, allowing passage for his lips to clamp against the side of her neck. He kissed and licked her smooth flesh. Jenna's head rolled back, a sudden, soft gasp escaping her lips, "Tyrone..." Tyrone burned his scowling eyes on her in the mirror. It heightened the hit of the moment, seeing her melt against his touch as if he were a voyeur spying on his own explicit encounter. His desire was spiking to voracious levels and he was more than ready to unleash it on this winsome young woman. He felt alive and aware with a surge in every muscle, especially his twinging cock. Jenna tilted her chin back down and gazed at him through the mirror, entranced by his potent, wicked look. So attuned to her spirit, she was shocked to realize how quickly it was succumbing to his lurid, virile venom. With each second she was falling further back against him. As he cinched her in tightly, she felt the lively flinch of his hot, stiffening shaft against the small of her back. "Tyrone," she gasped again, breathless, "Wait..." Her hands found his. At first she just held them, flowed with them as they continued their wanton indulgences along her body. She lingered there, feeling his fingers curl and knead into her flesh. She swallowed hard and repeated, "Tyrone..." His brows deepened as he continued to suckle upon her neck, darkening his eyes as if they were peeking through a shadow. Finally she pulled at his hands, having to peel off his fingers while tearing away from her own unexpected temptation. Tyrone let her go. As she stepped away, he felt his heart pounding within. The swell of kinetic energy within kept him moving, anticipating her, craving her. Once out of his grasp, Jenna put some distance between herself and him, pulling away from the dark spell of Tyrone's dominant aura. As she readjusted her clothes and pushed back strands of hair, she turned her eyes away from him, away from the mirror, desperately searching for focus within herself. Tyrone remained grounded, raising his chin and peering carefully at the back of Jenna's head. His broad nostrils flared as he took long, steady breaths, hearing Jenna's voice in his head reminding him to breathe and center himself. Her lessons were serving him well. His focus was a decisive pinpoint. Without a word, Jenna collected her shoes and bag from the floor. "Jenna, let me lay it out for you," he spoke to her as if he were brokering one of his lucrative deals, "You can go if you want. That's fine. But ask yourself, why did you come here today?" A brusque confidence and command in his voice halted Jenna as she looked towards the door. Tyrone nodded. He got her to stop. That was all he needed. "I think you know." Yes, she did. Jenna closed her eyes. She swiped through her clouded mind. She came here today to meet with this man, this brutish and devilish man who brandished his demands and desires as openly and assuredly as his thousand dollar ties. There was never any question about his intentions. "Why did you come here today, Jenna?" Tyrone kept his eyes trained on her back, watching her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed. Eventually, her arms fell to her sides and her bag and shoes dropped to the floor. Grinning momentarily, he tightened his lips and firmed his jaw. "Turn around, Jenna," he said. Slowly, she pivoted in a tight circle, her space. She raised her eyes to him, putting on a placid face to cover the crackle of nervous anticipation searing within. As he approached her slowly, she continued to search for calm in her turbulent mind and gut. Tyrone cocked his brow and nodded. "Full disclosure," he said, "I don't do tender and slow. I always demand as much as you can give and more. You know how determined I can be, how disciplined I am in getting what I want, but I'm also not a patient man... and I don't do things gently." Jenna drew her lips back. She swallowed quietly as she braced herself. "I'm not here to take care of you. You have to do that yourself. All in or nothing." Tyrone stood before her, over her, invading her space. He peered down at her and said, "If you're not prepared to do that, I suggest you leave." She raised her head and settled her daisy-petal shaped eyes upon his. He was as daunting and imposing a presence as any person ever was. She gave him her answer with her unmoving gaze: she wasn't going anywhere. Tyrone nodded once. A blink of her lashes was all the signal he required. His hands flashed towards her, seizing her face. He pulled her up and smothered her soft lips with a hard, forceful kiss. Jenna stumbled forward against him, bracing herself against his solid body. As she gasped, his tongue quickly breached past her lips. The force of his desire sent a shiver through her. Like a trail of gunpowder it ignited her senses. She smelled his cologne, tasted the flavour of his tongue, and heard the hungry grunts and hums of satisfaction swell up his throat as he took her with his mouth. Overwhelmed, she was immediately in catch-up mode. Tyrone's hand quickly moved from her face, to her back, then down to her round butt. He dug his fingers in, scratching with ferocity, streaking lines along her pliant yoga pants. He gave her rounds a stiff slap, massaged them, then spanked them again. Jenna's brows flinched each time his wide palms smacked her, but she didn't cry out. When he pulled his lips away from hers and licked the side of her neck and face, she turned her head aside and breathed sharply through gritted teeth, recovering her breath. Tyrone loved her taste and the feel of her smooth, creamy flesh along his slithering pink tongue. He dragged his lips against her temple and growled, "You like this, Jenna? You ready for me to fuck you?" Her eyes closed, Jenna listened as if hearing the words of the Big, Bad Wolf. They were as harsh like his continuous spanks against her backside. Tangled closely, Tyrone reached for her wrist and pulled it down between them. He pushed her hand up against his crotch. "Focus on this, Jenna," he snarled, rubbing her slender hand against his long, wide cock, "Think you can stay so calm and disciplined with me fucking you hard and deep with this?" He rarely vocalized his intent, preferring to just let his actions drive him. Yet now he felt compelled to stoke the fire, Jenna's feverish confusion serving to compound the excitement swirling in his core. Jenna felt the heat of his hardening shaft against her hand. It radiated like a lightning rod, like every particle of energy was driven to a powerful point in Tyrone's body. She was at a loss for words, expelling only unsteady gasps of air. Reluctance pushed aside, she chose to chase a shadow of dark desire that had never revealed itself before. "Okay," Tyrone said, "Okay." A less tenacious man would have been shaking and scuffling with this much unbridled lust bristling through him, but the Bull was focused on his prize and charged ahead with brutal confidence. He shoved Jenna back against the mirrored wall, the small of her back banging against the barre rail. One long stride forward and he was on her again, taking his indulgences upon her gaping mouth. He massaged her bare shoulders then twisted each thin strap of her top around his fingers. With a rough yank he pulled the straps to the bend of her elbows. The athletic material of Jenna's top stretched but remained intact. Tyrone scowled. No good. Not acceptable at all. He took half a step back, grabbed the collar of her top with both hands and wrenched it apart. Jenna reached back, grasping the barre as her top was ripped and shredded by Tyrone's stern grip. With a downward snap he tore it off of her and didn't hesitate to do the same with her sports bra. As he wrapped her tattered top around his wrist like some trophy, he cast a lecherous gaze at the tops of her glowing, creamy breasts. Small but round and pert, they suited her lithe frame perfectly. They invited Tyrone's hungry mouth and he pounced, sampling them with hard sucks and lashing them with his long tongue. Her hands still on the barre, steadying herself against his lusty indulgences, Jenna pinched her lower lip with her teeth, stifling her cries of pleasure. She barely muffled a gasp even as she felt his teeth snap painfully at her stiffening nipples. Tyrone moved down further, plowing the tip of his tongue into her velvety belly button. He nipped at her taut stomach, scratching at her skin covering her tight core. Then he continued downward, clamping his hands around her butt. Pulling her in, he planted his mouth against her crotch, and gnawed and licked at her through her pants. Jenna tilted her chin up and pressed the back of her head hard against the mirror. She blinked her eyes, clearing the fog from her vision, and focused on the reflection of sunlight on the back wall, trying to ease herself down from the brink as his tongue fluttered along her line. Her stomach hitched and a wet surge suddenly escaped through her. Within seconds the crotch of her pants were darkened by Tyrone's saliva and, to his satisfaction, Jenna's inner moistness. He lapped at it through the material, but then he wanted a better taste of it. He found a seam along the back of her pants and exploited it, gripping the material and tearing through it like paper. Again, Jenna found herself clinging to the barre, planting her feet and toes, locking her wobbly knees, as Tyrone shredded her pants till they were just tattered threads around her ankles. With almost ridiculous patience he took a moment to raise each foot and slip the remains of her garment off, giving her ankles a kiss before lowering them to the floor. All the while he looked up at her with a leering grin, admiring her nude body. He moved on her exposed lips, reaching up and spreading apart her tender folds and exposing her pink petals to his languid licks. Jenna covered her mouth with one hand while the other gripped the barre like a vice. Her nostrils flared with loud puffs of air, but she was resolved to mute her groans. It felt like exquisite bliss, though, Tyrone's tongue slithering against her, within her, with force and zeal. As he teased her tingling clit with his lips and teeth, she squeezed her eyes tight, pinching a tear from each side. Tyrone slid his fingers in, tapping more quenching moistness with stiff thrusts of his digits. His tongue swirled, lapping every drop. He couldn't deny how tasty she was as she continued to come across his tongue and lips in trembling spurts. She had such a succulent, fresh snatch that he could just consume all day. Still, a heavy frown crossed his brows. Some detail was missing exempting this moment from perfection. He rose to his feet. Jenna felt his tongue pull away from her, allowing her momentary respite. She breathed hard against her palm and opened her eyes just as she felt his large hand stroking at her throat. Standing at her side, leaning against the glass, Tyrone caressed her neck gently. Breathing against her flushed face, he asked, "You're not enjoying this, Jenna? Your body tells me you like it, but you're so quiet." Jenna stared at him from the corner of her eyes. She didn't resist as he lifted her hand away from her mouth, only to return to stroking her throat. Breathe "Where's that sweet, soft voice of yours? Hmm, baby?" he goaded. "Don't fight it." She remained mute save for quiet, trembling gasps. Then she felt his fingers start to close around her throat. "You think I'm just gonna fuck you without you asking for it?" he said between licks of her face. He squeezed her soft neck a bit tighter. "You think you can find it in you to beg for me to fuck your tight little pussy with my big, black cock?" He loosened his grip slightly, felt her gulp and gasp, then squeezed again, tightening his fingers. Jenna's eyes narrowed. She could feel the warmth building in her face evidenced by a red glow along the top of her cheeks. "Breathe. Steady. Find the air and breathe..." She concentrated, managing to calm herself enough to allow the passage of air to her lungs despite Tyrone's intensifying grip. Tyrone sneered. His other hand slinked liked a tentacle down her back, two of his fingers diving together between the trench of her ass. He skirted along the bud of her anus for a moment before plunging one of his stiff digits into her tight hole. Jenna's glistening eyes widened. As he continued with the rhythmic loosening and tightening of his grip, she felt the burning friction of his finger as it wriggled inside of her. Her knees buckled and only Tyrone's secure hold of her kept her up. She clasped the back of his hand and held on. Still grinning, Tyrone was relentless. He wormed his finger deeper with rigid, probing thrusts, smacking her butt. As he continued to squeeze her throat, he could see the slight pulse of a vein at her temple. Gritting her teeth, Jenna felt like she was just barely holding onto her senses. Her eyes watered and blurred. The sounds of lust rippling through the room dulled in her ears as if they were slowly filling with cotton. Her whole body was shaking now, hitching against Tyrone's wanton pleasuring. Tyrone withdrew his finger, then reached further with his long arm, curling his fingers from behind and sinking them up into Jenna's aching snatch. His fingers were soon glistening and wet with her dampness as he filled her with more quick thrusts. Jenna clutched the wrist of his hand even as her fingers went numb. All she could truly feel was the incessant rub and stroke of his fingers along her inner flesh. Every fiber of her wanted to scream out in strangled ecstasy. "Let me hear it, Jenna," Tyrone hissed and finally lifted his hand from her throat. Jenna's mouth rounded wide. She drew a long, whistling breath of air as her body stiffened and her lungs expanded. With Tyrone's fingers still thrusting into her, she let loose a resounding, primal moan, "Oh, God!" Tyrone's big, wide grin glistened against the light of the afternoon sun. He held Jenna up as she swooned against his arm, her typically serene and sensitive voice now an unrelenting, sultry mess of aching groans as her wetness splashed onto his hand and her legs. That was it. Tyrone was set to explode. He pulled out his dripping fingers and released Jenna, letting her crumple to the floor on her knees gasping and coughing. "Take a deep breath, Jenna," he grunted, an impatient edge in his voice. He sucked her sweetness from his fingers then peeled off his damp shirt and shorts, freeing his swaying black shaft. Once more, he clamped his hands at the sides of her head. "Take a deep breath..." Jenna, still gasping for breath, suddenly found her wide open mouth being stuffed with the head of Tyrone's cock. She stretched her lips apart and shifted her jaw taking in inches of his hardening length. His hands held her head as he pulled her along his shaft with a stiff but steady rhythm, the tip butting against her throat each time he went in. He held it there for a moment, enjoying the sensation as he felt her attempt to readjust her tongue. She had never done this before, taken a man's cock into her mouth. The taste was pungent, the feel of hard muscle along her tongue and inner cheeks bewildering. Yet, as she felt Tyrone's hands release her head, her immediate reaction wasn't to pull off. Instead, she rolled up onto her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of his long shaft, allowing the instinct of an innate hunger within her to take over. Tyrone undid her ponytail and pushed his fingers through her hair, letting her dark locks fall indiscriminately across her pretty, blushing face. He felt her tongue slink across the bottom of his cock, painting it with her glistening saliva as she stroked her palm on his exposed length. "Bring it to life, Jenna," he said, his drive intensifying, fueled by Jenna's spirited motions and gasps. He gripped her hair but she was too absorbed to notice. The throbbing, hardening sensation she felt in her hand and in her mouth demanded her attention. Saliva dribbled from her lips each time she pulled off and gasped, pooling on her chest and lap. She held the hefty shaft as she gulped and sputtered before she took it in again, driving her mouth over it, enlivening his cock to a potent length. Tyrone's blood pulsed through him. His skin stretched taut, fully erect and charged. He yanked Jenna's head back, her lips popping off his tip with a sharp gasp. Leaning down, he smothered her mouth with a sloppy kiss, smearing her lips and chin with their mingling saliva. He unraveled the fragment of her shirt from his wrist. Jenna was in a near dream state. Blinking, breathing unsteadily, she watched his ebony cock sway before her hypnotically. As she pulled herself from the haze, she didn't resist even as Tyrone grabbed her hands, clasped them together, and bound them at the wrists with strips of her own shirt. "No holding back, Jenna," he said as he pulled her over to the wall. He tied her hands to the barre. "I want to hear it from you. All in. You don't hold back." Jenna flashed a glance to her wrists above her head then back at Tyrone as he knelt on the floor before her. A conflict of hesitation and anticipation raged in her mind. She squirmed her bare bottom on the carpet. She drew her knees together, but didn't fight it when he pulled them back apart as he moved between them. She regarded the harsh, sneering look in his eyes - a lust about to be satiated. Resolve settled uneasily within her. Tyrone slipped an arm under her thigh and tugged her roughly to him, stretching her arms. Holding her, he gave three fingers long licks, then buried them into her tender slit. Jenna yelped. She bucked her hips up, twisting on the barre as she felt the rapid thrusts of Tyrone's thick fingers delving deep inside of her again, scoping her inner flesh. She turned her head aside, desperately trying to muffle her gasping moans against her shoulder and arm. "Just making some space." With a lecherous grin, Tyrone withdrew his fingers. Pulling her leg aside further, he took hold of his cock and angled it towards Jenna's snatch. Jenna narrowed her eyes and glared at him. A man of indescribably dark intent stared back, but she was unable to bring herself to look down. She could feel him wield his cock though, teasing her with it. She felt the girth and weight of it sliding along her lower belly like a slick serpent. Finally she felt his thick head nudging at her slit, caressing her petals up and down, prodding them apart. She sucked in her lips and drew swift breaths through her nose. As she clutched her fingers around her shirt bindings, she felt him enter with a solid thrust. "Huhn-ahh!" Tyrone filled her with one quick stroke, his lengthy, dark cock going in with a sharp jolt. Enveloped within her warmth, he felt her clench against his shaft - a delicious sensation. Immediately he reached under her other thigh, locked her in, then cranked his hips repeatedly. He accentuated each thrust with a growling grunt, pumping his ample length into Jenna's writhing body with reckless abandon, holding true to his boast: "Hard and deep." Jenna's nimble body stretched, hung like a hammock above the carpet, her hands bound and tethered to the barre, her crotch spiked against Tyrone's. Her gasps and groans, the rattling wall mirrors, and the indulgent slaps of their bodies as they came together filled the studio. She was unable to shut out the noise, unable to resist the tantalizing aches of her overexerted body and the swell of Tyrone's rigid cock grinding into her like a lubricated piston. She strained against her bindings, losing the sensation in her numbed hands. She didn't care. "Fuck!" Tyrone growled. He was bristling. He knew that, physically, Jenna was fit and deceptively strong and he was intent on testing her limits. Yet it was her spirit that drove him, that he desired the most. That was what he was experiencing with each broad thrust. Jenna's thighs were rubbed red from the brush of his hips. Her alluring lips pushed in and pulled out as his thick cudgel continued its harsh strokes, her light skin absorbing his length of dark flesh. Her flexibility was indeed a benefit for them both as he jerked and jolted her up and down, side to side. With each adjustment she made he engaged her to the draw out the carnal pleasure to the fullest. As she clenched upon him, he slowed his strokes to a steady, undulating rhythm, gliding his cock in with a wicked twist of his butt, making her feel each rippling vein on his turgid shaft. Yet when he sensed her ease her relax her thighs, he obliged with zeal and fury, filling her with stiff, punishing thrusts, his hips firing forward with rapid velocity. "Fucking tight ," Tyrone hissed as he went full tilt. Jenna's hips snapped back and up with every one of Tyrone's solid thrusts. She groaned and gasped openly, sharply, unable to muffle her mouth. She voiced her desperate pleasure continuously now, enduring the ache and tightness in every straining muscle and fiber in her body. As the minutes wore on, even through the chaos of Tyrone's brusque, erratic strokes, Jenna found her focus, feeling his cock throb within her core like a beacon of pleasure. She closed her eyes, breathed through her sharp gasps, and found the point of thrill in the aches and swells. Her harsh, anxious gasps gave way to languid groans in response to the hard thrusts. She clutched at the binds and held on. Tyrone surged harder, fueled by the sensation of Jenna's tight, wet, warmth around his cock. His dark flesh beaded with drops of perspiration. He glared at Jenna's expression, the look of ease retuning in her face even as she moaned aloud. Her flesh was aglow from the licks of afternoon sunlight, her creamy skin blushed with sparkling pink patches. "Tyrone... uh!" she called to him. Unbelievably, he wanted her even more now. He slipped out of her, his swollen cock shiny and wet. With raspy grunts, he moved Jenna around, turning her over onto her knees, facing her towards the mirrors. He groped her plush bottom then flattened his hand like a paddle and spanked her cheeks with a sharp slap, then another. Jenna winced and yelped, stung by each swat. As she wriggled and strained against the bindings, Tyrone continued tanning her supple ass. Her pale flesh blossomed red and pink. "Nice and tender, now," he said, grinning. He moved in behind between her legs. Jenna's head hung low as she panted, her throat parched, her hands still bound and strapped to the barre. Her ass, her whole body, was tingling, burning, as if on fire. She sensed Tyrone shroud her as his hand reached around for more teasing pinches and twists of her sore nipples. As he held her, he shimmied up close, handling his cock, skirting it across her tender buttocks. "You've been so good, Jenna," he grunted, "So strong. You're so fucking strong." Jenna blinked slowly, her lips glossy and limp. She felt the tip of Tyrone's cock testing the bud of her anus, easing against it. Her buttocks instinctively clenched. He leaned closer to her ear, practically licking it as he spoke, "Breathe, Jenna. Just relax and focus. This'll be good. Trust me." Succumbing to the shadow that had been waiting for her all this time since the day she met Tyrone, Jenna craned her neck around, glancing at him through watery eyes. Goaded by his determined glare, she eased down, sliding her knees on the carpet, spreading her legs. Tyrone said no more. Dipping down, he shifted on his knees, angled his pelvis and burrowed the head of his cock past the rim of her hole. Jenna's brows pinched together. She stared at herself in the mirror, focusing on her eyes rather than the discomfort. She shuddered and hitched, but she continued to breath as Tyrone filled her, wedging his shaft between her cheeks. Unlike his rough, heated thrusts from moments before, this was a measured stroke. Focused and disciplined, Tyrone watched as cock stretched her hole, sinking into her. He paused momentarily to readjust, before pushing in to her limits. For several heartbeats, they stayed still and silent, joined in a most carnal pose. Jenna's head lolled to the side, against her outstretched arm. She voiced an impossibly soft, aching groan that sent an unexpected shiver to Tyrone's core. Slowly, he ground his hips, gyrating his cock as it stirred and throbbed inside of her. She matched his motions, her svelte body rolling and swaying seductively, following his steady ministrations. As they synced their breaths, he locked his arms around her, holding her securely as they continued to move as a singular sexual entity: one focus, desire, and spirit. Jenna tangled her fingers through her binding. Her gasps pitched then deepened as she shifted her head side to side. Eyes closed, she centered her entire being on the sensations Tyrone instilled upon her, within her: his hand massaging her breasts, his fingers stroking around and within her aching pussy, and his hard cock churning inside her anus. Finally, despite her best efforts, her breathing quickened till she finally just held onto it. Her body tingled and froze, seizing up and coiling. She pressed her face against her arm and groaned as she came with a forceful shudder racking her body as she twisted against the bindings. It was a full, complete release - soaring above ecstasy. Tyrone pushed his forehead against the back of her head, smelling her sweet, damp hair as he felt her splash against his fingers. His eyes closed, he resisted the swelling urge to explode. He wanted this to last, to stay inside Jenna, throbbing and probing within her tight hole. He'd never been more focused and alert on one point of desire. He went for broke. He grabbed a clutch of her silky hair and yanked. As her head snapped back, the curve in her back deepened, pushing her butt into him, driving his cock to her depths. He surged with commanding, forceful strokes, stretching her, testing her limits. With every rough stroke he wrenched out every last exhausted breath from Jenna's sweet throat. With one final, deep grind of his hips that drew a long, sultry moan from Jenna, he couldn't hold it any longer. He reared back his head and groaned like an exhausted beast. He felt the painful rush even as he pulled out, his black cock spilling a thick wad of cum from her hole and spurting strands of it against her red blushed ass cheeks. He leaned back on his knees, his muscles spent, as he settled his breath and heart. As he stroked his cock, he heaved and shot another load up her back. His fingers and palm were coated with his viscous cum. Jenna felt his thick jism streak and drip across her flesh. It felt cool and not uncomfortable. Finally, her body drifted down to the side as she settled herself onto the floor, leaning against the mirrors, her hands still tied to the barre. Weary and spent, she gazed back toward Tyrone. He smiled and moved towards her. He raised his fingers to her face and ran them across her soft lips, smearing his cum across them. He circled his fingertips, gently prying open her mouth before slipping his fingers in. Jenna felt and tasted him in her mouth once more. His cum was bitter and pungent. As he brushed his fingers on her tongue and the inside of her cheek, she gasped and swallowed several times, his rich jism coursing down her throat. Another first for her. She skimmed her lips with her tongue, swiping away the musty film. After a moment, Tyrone undid her bindings then sat back, legs crossed. Rubbing her wrists, Jenna watched him, as he closed his eyes and breathed. He looked balanced, satisfied, and satiated - a handsome figure of discipline in nude, dark flesh. She felt an unexpected pulse of odd satisfaction seeing him like this. Ignoring the aches she felt, Jenna set herself upon crossed legs, relaxed into a Lotus pose and closed her eyes. Her body glowed with a new found warmth as she recharged and found her center. *** "Two steps forward into the elevator. It doesn't feel like anyone else is on it. Good. Press the button." Jenna kept her eyes closed, grinning to herself, as the elevator went up then came to a stop. "Step off the elevator, turn right and walk ten steps. Open the door. Walk around some reception chairs and a potted plant then straight down the hallway. Make another right... " Inside the corner office, Tyrone stood by the window staring at the darkened streets below, waiting. He had stayed late again, but not to work. He had a personal session to attend to. When he heard his door open he turned and grinned. As he undid his tie and unbuttoned his cuffs, he drew deep breaths, finding that disciplined center within. The 'Bull' learned well from his teacher. Jenna stood by the door and finally opened her sleek, grey eyes, a quiet confidence gleaming within them. As she closed the door, she showed an easy smile tinged with a subtly sharp edge. She then unzipped the back of her skirt and undid the buttons of her blouse. One... two... three... "Breathe... " Solitude surrounded them. Breathe Part 1 Britney stepped out of the Limo and into the humid summer air. She looked up to see a throng of fans and flashbulbs screaming and flashing at her. The sound and lights pulsed in waves that energized her, and she smiled in anticipation. "It's gonna be insane in there, eh?" Yelled her personal assistant, Mark. "Oh yeah," she said. "Are you still exhausted from last night?" He asked her. "I'll be okay." She shouted. And they walked into the club through the VIP door that led to the Green Room. Once inside the room Britney was greeted by the club's manager. "Ready to go?" He asked her. "Let's do it," she said. The manager led Britney and her backup dancers down a hallway towards a door marked ‘Stage Right.' The base beat of the club's dj vibrated through the walls and floor, increasing in volume and intensity as they neared the door. The manager opened it, and stepping through, Britney entered the dark air of the stage that pulsed and throbbed with music. She peered in-between the black curtains and saw a writhing mass of bodies whirling with the tribal rhythms. She drew a deep breath, and prepared to go on stage. The Stage Manager walked up to Britney and Mark and said, "Ready?" "No, give us one more minute." Mark said, and the Stage Manager nodded and moved away speaking into his radio. "Why another minute?" Britney asked. "Because you still look absolutely exhausted, and I want you to take this," he said. Mark took her hand and put two capsules in it. "But I don't—" She started to say, "Just take them. You have an hour-long show to do, and it has to be flawless. Just do it." He told her. Britney put the pills on her tongue, and took a pull on her water bottle, swallowing them. The music diminished slightly and the dj said, "Are you ready to breathe?" He yelled to the club, and a roar of approval responded. The lights went down on the stage, and Britney moved into position with her dancers on the stage. The opening number's music exploded and so did the crowd. Britney forgot about the pills and began to perform. Twenty minutes later Britney finished the closing notes of her fifth song when she noticed a sensation inside her body. Trying to ignore it as the lights faded again for her to move to the next song's starting spot she wondered what it was she had taken. The lights came up and Britney lifted her head and launched herself towards the front of the stage in a slinky walk. Suddenly her body vibrated from her head to her toes. Her skin hummed with the base notes in the air as they moved across her chest, and she felt like someone had hit the fast forward button inside her brain that controlled her vision. The glow sticks of the dancers mesmerized her, and she raised her hand to her face to wipe the sweat from her forehead. The simple contact of her fingers sliding across the damp flesh of her forehead coursed through the rest of her body. Each finger sang with pleasure in harmony with her head and she forgot where she was. Britney slowly sank to the floor as she continued the movement of her hands sliding over her head and down the back of her neck. Waves of pleasure flowed out of the flesh of her neck and rolled down the outside of her body at the same time as she felt it spiraling down the inside of her body through her pussy and into her feet. She felt hands pick her up, and moaned at the sensations of others touching her as she was carried offstage. Inside the Green Room, Britney felt herself being laid down on a couch. The club manager raced into the room and yelled, "Is she alright?" "She'll be fine, thanks. We just have to get her into the Limo without a million pictures being taken." Said Mark. "Okay, let's get her out of here." The manager agreed. Minutes later, the Limo pulled out of the club's parking lot. Inside, Britney lay on the long couch staring at the blue tracers of a glow stick she had found in the club. Suddenly, she sat up and yelled, "Its too quite, I need music!!!" "Okay, okay." Mark said, and he turned on the stereo system as loud as it could go. Britney relaxed as the base flowed into her body. Mark picked up the phone that allowed him to talk to the driver and yelled, "Anna, we're gonna have to drive around for about five hours. We made it out of the club without any pictures being taken, but I doubt we can get into the hotel without getting caught." Hanging up the phone, Mark turned to see what Britney was doing. She had opened the door of the mini-fridge and had a cold bottle of water in her hands. Britney marveled at the slick weight of the bottle she was holding. She could feel the coolness of the bottled water inside her pussy, and her nipples hardened into aching points. She opened the bottle and took a sip of the water and time slowed. She felt cold fire flow into her mouth and then down her throat slowly easing its way over each nerve as it then increased its speed and shot like lightning into her body. She felt as though she had swallowed an orgasm that moved from her throat down inside her chest, and then flooded in back and forth motions through her mid-section and then finally bursting inside her stomach with an ice-fire intensity. The sensuality of the moment awed Mark as he watched. He moved over to sit next to Britney and placed a hand on her shoulder to ask her if she was okay. Britney felt a soft warm hand touch her and she arched again as another wave of pleasure passed through her. She turned to Mark and kissed him full on the lips. The single moment of her lips pressing into his erased all the other sensations of her reality. She fell into the softness of his lips, and the sliding sensual slipperiness of their mouths moving against each other. Mark knew he should stop her, but after working with Britney for six months, and trying to suppress the urges he had for her he finally just gave in. Britney's hands began to fumble at his zipper and he helped her to get his pants off. His cock was stretching out his boxers, and Britney stopped the kiss to look down at it. She pulled the waistband of his boxers down releasing his cock. Britney grabbed the hot hard cock in her left hand, and with her right she reached to turn down the music so she could tell him, "Oh my god, you're cock feels so good." She said as she stroked it. "Do you want me to suck it?" She asked him, and he nodded. She suddenly noticed how heightened her sense of smell was with the music not as loud. Britney could smell Mark's musky body odour and felt it swirl upwards into her nose and into her head. She bent down and licked his cock from the base up to the top slowly. Each contour of his cock, as it slid along her tongue, sent a shiver of delight up her tongue and into her nipples and pussy. She began to suck the head, and move her mouth up and down. Mark knew he was going to come any second, and tapped Britney on her shoulder to warn her. She slipped her hands under his ass and pulled him into her mouth harder. She began to take his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. He could feel her teeth encircling the base of his cock as she sucked, and then he was coming into her mouth. His body arched off the couch, and Britney continued to suck as she let the come fall out the sides of her mouth. She continued to lick the shaft of his cock after he finished coming. Working her way down to his balls, she lightly bathed them with her tongue. Mark felt like his orgasm continued to linger as she made the moment last longer. Then he took her by the waist and lifted her to place her on the couch. Mark quickly lifted up Britney's schoolgirl skirt and pulled off her thong. He looked up at her and said, "Do you want me to suck your pussy?" "Suck it, oh my god, suck it!" Britney said. Mark buried his face in Britney's pussy. He gently sucked her clit into his mouth, making a pulsing suction that he knew would increase the size and sensitivity of her clit. As he sucked he flicked his tongue lightly over her clit as he felt it grow in size inside his mouth. He could taste her pussy, and as he gasped for breaths inbetween sucking and licking he also felt the luscious aroma fill his head. He sensed Britney's orgasm was quickly building to a climax and switched from light strokes of his tongue to hard swirling circles that he knew would push her over the edge. Britney felt Mark's mouth lift from her pussy to take a breath and then his tongue began to push firmly into her clit. She felt as though his tongue was licking into her body, and her pussy felt like a polar volcano. She didn't understand the combinations of cold and hot sensations that she was feeling, but the slick wetness of her pussy poured outwards and down her lips. And then the orgasms blossomed inside her and she felt lost all sense of everything except for her pussy bathed in ice-fire explosions of ecstasy. End Part 1 Breathe In my minds eye, I can see him. My fingers write. They play. They think. I lay on my bed and stare out the window, imagining what he is doing. Turning on the TV. Grabbing a beer. Taking off his shoes. He sits down, flips through the channels. He is waiting for me. I knock. I wait. I breathe. He opens the door and smiles. "It's been awhile." He says, stepping aside. I smile back. Breathe. "Hi to you." I say, giving him a hug. My breasts crush against his chest and he runs his hands down my back. We stay this way for a second. We are both anticipating why I was here. Breathe. "Want a beer?" he asks, going to the refrigerator. I accept, not because I want a drink, but to calm my nerves. I open the bottle, take a swig and lick my lips. He is staring at me. "What?" I ask, smiling as I sit down the beer. The condensation has begun to bead and drip from the bottle. "That made want to kiss you." He says coming around from the other side of the island. He is so close I can smell the clean scent of soap that he uses. Breathe. I put a hand on his chest and look up to him. His eyes are dark, liquid. He drapes his arm around my back and caresses the small indent at the bottom of my spine. He leans over to nuzzle my neck, his full lips grazing my hot skin. I lean my head to the side, inviting him. Wanting him. Breathing him in. My hands go around his strong neck and I moan against his lips. He grabs my butt, caressing the softness and pulls me closer to him. The TV is being drowned out by the beating of my heart and his breathing. Slowly he stops his assault on my mouth and looks me in the eyes. We both know where we are headed. We both know there will be no going back. The sun has begun to set already and an amber glow is filling the kitchen. He glances towards the stairs. I breathe. He tugs my hand and I follow him soundlessly up the stairs. He stops in the bedroom door and kisses me again. His warm lips and skin touch mine. He reaches for my shirt and tugs it from my jeans, running a strong hand over my soft stomach. I play with the button of his pants, feeling his excitement as my hands dance over the zipper. His lips travel to my collarbone, to the top of my over spilling bra. My breasts rise and fall with my breathing and it catches when he moves towards the pink bud under the pink lace. He raises my hands above me, pressing his large body against mine, sliding a knee between my legs, pinning me to the wall. I have no control. My body arches instinctively, responding to his touch, his scent, and his manhood. I whimper, whispering, "yes" into his mouth. He growls low in his throat, and out of frustration pulls my shirt from me, exposing me to him. He stops, admiring my soft body and my full breasts, but only for a moment. He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. Breathe. At the foot of the bed he stops and I stand in front of him. I reach for the ends of his shirt and he raises his arms as I slid the shirt from his torso. I toss it on the bed and admire him in the same way he hungrily looked at me. Moving closer, I kiss his chin, his neck, his shoulder. My hands splay to his sides, as my mouth continues to travel south. My kisses trail to his stomach, his navel and to the edge of his pants. My hair falls into my face and he gently pulls it aside. On my knees now I shakily snap open his pants and pull the zipper. I slide his pants from his contoured hips and he steps easily out of them. I reach for his boxers and pull them with the same manner, not looking up until I see him step out of them. I look. I can't breathe. His member stands at attention, proud and full. It is alive with sensation and excitement and my body trembles at his feet. The head beads with precum, and with my left hand I reach out and slid my thumb over it. He draws a sharp breath inwards and clenches his teeth. Gently I lean in, at first running my tongue from base to tip, tasting him. I rotate my tongue over the head, down the shaft and to his balls. I kissed each one, sucking them slightly into my mouth. I moved up to the tip, opening wide to accept him. The head slid in, then the shaft until he is fully engulfed in me. I withdraw just to impale myself again and again. I suck slightly, running my teeth gently over his taught skin. The thick vain runs along my tongue, and I suck the head and cup his balls in my hand at the same time, loving the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I reached for the shaft with my right hand, sliding my mouth and hand together, squeezing lightly. I jack him, swallow him, taste him. I feel greedy for him and want his cum in my mouth. I look up from my position on the floor. His eyes are closed, and he leans back slightly, his hands still hold my hair. I begin to pump him harder into my mouth, knowing what this would lead to and not caring. I want to taste him, want him to fill me up, want to take it all. His large cock disappears into my mouth over and over again, feeling as if it was getting bigger. I feel his grip tighten on my head and I know he was close. I increased my speed, adding suction and tongue, feeling him swell in my mouth. I grabbed his ass, pulling him deep, never mind I couldn't breath, and waited for the cream, the stream, the.... Explosion. Deep in my mouth I feel him let go, pulsing his seed into my mouth, down my throat, forcing me to swallow, allowing me to swallow. I eat it greedily, gulping it. When he pulls from me, I lick my lips, running my tongue over my mouth, making sure I had each drop. Satisfied, I stand and was immediately lifted and tossed onto the bed. Like a panther, he crawls over me, covering my body with his, his cock grazing my leg. I tremble at the thought of him. I was going to cum if he touched me. He delves into my breasts, rubbing his chin between them, his rough 5 o'clock shadow braising my skin. With expert hands he pulls my panties from my legs and runs a hand up to my waist. I breathe deeply. Moving slightly to the left, he swirls his fingers in the soft down hair at the center of my legs. It is moist and slick, prepped for entry. He kisses me at the same time he inserts one finger into me. I open my mouth to moan only to be kissed deeper. A second finger joins the first, stretching me, filling me, teasing me. I moan again against his lips, breathing through my silent screams. Into my ear I hear his voice, telling me to let go, let him feel me, let his hands love me. I am almost in tears, overwhelmed by his presence, knowing this was better than any fantasy I had had of him. I never knew feelings like this. My nipples are hard as erasers and he takes one into his mouth, rubbing the nub with his tongue and teeth. His fingers continue to pulse in a steady and deep rhythm, drawing me up into a level of explicit ecstasy. I want to cum so bad it hurts, but I'm afraid to let go. But I need to let go. Oh god, I want to cum. I suck in my breath, convinced I had died and gone to another level of pleasure. His fingers stretch me, his thumb keeping time with his hand, rubbing my clit, penetrating my hole. I feel it. I feel it. I feel it. So does he. "Cum for me, Mami." He says into my ear, before kissing my neck again. "Cum around me. I want to feel your cum..." I burst. He gently withdraws and I feel empty. I lean back against the pillows, my breath ragged, my pussy pulsing. I have never cum so hard. I didn't know it was possible. He trails his fingers, slick with my juice up my body and touches them to my lips. I kiss them, sucking them gently into my mouth. I feel his cock twitch and I see it has become whole again. He smiles. Moving gently, he positions himself inside my legs, propping my knees to the side. He places a hand on each side of my head, and looks into my eyes. I prepare myself for his entry. I hold onto his back, feeling the head of his dick press against my swollen lips. He slides in and I fell the air rush out if my body and I grip his back, feeling like I was being ripped apart. I breathe. "I got you." He says, "I won't hurt you. Look at me," he commands. I open my eyes, the tears welling, and he smiles. "It will be good." He leans in and kisses me. "I promise." He says, as he slides another few inches into me. I cry out against his lips, his mouth, his body. He was filling me completely. Gently he begins to rock against me, his hips moving with mine, diving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He gently works into me fully, and I fall into pace with him. Each stroke is deep and slow, carrying me on a wave of contentment. His strong body lifts me partially off the bed, pulling me closer, not getting enough. "Oh god," I say over and over. I call his name, letting it fall from my lips in delighted moans. He loves hearing his name called as he penetrates me, violates me, takes me higher. He bites his lip, concentrating on the motion, concentrating on me. "Oh, Mami." He says to me, increasing his pace and building up the flow. "Yes, oh yes," I whisper back, arching into him, scratching his back lightly with my nails, gripping his body. I will cum with him. I hold my breath. The feeling rises, and he speeds up his rapidity of sinking and withdrawing, the friction building, the heat becoming almost unbearably. Almost. He gathers me to him, never fully leaving my body and he braces himself against me. His face becomes pained and I see the veins on his neck stand out with strain. I feel him slow, a sure sign of what is to come, and I take a deep breath and let myself go. At the same moment he releases his center, I pulse around him, milking him, taking him in deeper. My orgasm is strong and I tighten around his thick rod. He jerks slightly as I tremble in his arms. Relaxing, he lets me go, leaning me back on the bed. He follows and puts his head close to mine. He kisses my face, my eyes, my lips. I smile liquidly and sigh contentedly. I breathe. From the warmth of my bed, I pull my hand from my panties, now slick with my juices and smile. I open my eyes and take a deep breath. Release of tension, release of pain, release of mind. I close the door in my mind that houses my sexual desires and sit up. I take a shower, I slide into my pajamas, and slip into bed. I breathe. Breathe It was a hot summer afternoon in Phoenix. We had been to the lake waterskiing with some friends, and now were back at my apartment, relaxing to some smooth jazz, and trying to cool off from the 118F outside. She was still wearing her bikini under a T-shirt, and I was wearing my jeans. We were lounging on the floor, just laying next to each other, and kissing gently. She sat up and pulled her T-shirt off and stretched like a long, lean cat. I was totally mesmerized by her, and completely amazed by her beautiful body. I asked her if I could see her breast, and she said that would be fine, but I had to take off my shirt, too. I did that, and then she reached back and removed her bikini top. I kissed and licked all over her breasts, and was really enjoying myself. Her nipples had gotten very hard, and were sticking out and just begging for me to suck them. I moved down and licked across her stomach and then started trying to untie her bikini bottoms. She arched her back, then raised her butt off the ground, and in one quick motion, yanked off the bottoms. For the first time, I was actually seeing- and touching- a real live, naked woman. She said that I had to take off my jeans, and I did that in about a half-second. Then we held each other and kissed and snuggled together. I was as hard as a rock, and my prick was poking her through my briefs. She felt amazing. I was just rubbing my hands all over her, smelling her, kissing her, and trying to memorize every inch of her. Suddenly, she reached down and stuck her hand into my underwear, and grabbed a hold of my dick. I froze. She just held on, tightly squeezing me, as I pulsed hard in her hand. She pulled me on top of her and kissed my forehead and my lips. She was perfect. I was lying on top of her and looking into her eyes, not really knowing what to do. I was scared and thrilled at the same time. She spread her legs wide apart and held me tightly, moving slowly beneath me. She moaned softly and asked me to make love with her. "Is this how?" I asked. She said, "You're almost there- just move up a little bit." As I did, I felt the tip of my dick touch the folds of her pussy. She was so hot it almost felt like I was burned. She moved a bit up and down, and the head of my dick slid back and forth across the entrance to her pussy. Then, she just grabbed my butt, and pulled me up towards her mouth. As she pulled, I easily slid inside her and gasped with the pleasure of feeling her around me. I had never felt anything like it. My dick was wrapped tightly in this amazing tunnel, hot and wet, and gripping me my entire length. I couldn't even exhale, it felt so good. She looked deeply into my eyes, and smiled, and said, "Breathe." I did. Then she said just to take my time and enjoy her. She said I was big, and was filling her up. I don't think I'm that big, but it was nice to hear that. She moaned, and squeezed my dick with her pussy muscles, and we began to move together, then apart, then together. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. It didn't take long before I knew I was going to explode- she felt too good. I told her that I was going to cum, and she said it was okay, she was on the pill, and I should just go for it. With that said, she began to move, and squeeze, and flex her pussy, and I moved in and out quicker and quicker. She was panting loudly now and I was feeling my balls tingle and I knew we were close to both going over the top. She pulled my tightly against her, and starting saying "yes... yes.. YES!!!" over and over, and suddenly my balls blew and I began squirting into her. She yelled again, pulled me deeply into her and held me so tightly I could barely breathe. I was grunting and pumping into her as hard as I could. We both were cumming and cumming and cumming. Finally, I was spent. Her tight pussy had milked me completely, and I rolled off of her, and lay on my back, gasping. She lay on her back next to me, gasping also, and with a grin, asked me "Are you SURE this is your first time? WOW! You did really well." I lay there and caught my breath, and said it really was. She laughed, and said, "Just remember, next time keep breathing." Breathe "Where's Lance?" Justin yelled, grabbing Joshua's shoulders and slamming him into the wall. Joshua's eyes flashed and he bared his fangs. He pushed Justin off of him. "How would I know?" Joshua said, catching his breath. "He is not in my room and he's not in here!" Justin shouted, breaking the door to the empty room off its hinges. Joshua chuckled as a smiled played across his lips, "So he's left you?" He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. "I don't see how you can find this amusing," Justin growled. "What do you expect, Justin? Lance has a mind of his own. Did you ever think of that?" Joshua said. "But I created him. I made him what he is today," Justin said. "You made Lance into a vampire without his consent. Those are the worst kind. They never give up their human side," Joshua said. *************** "We won't be able to stay here long," Lance said. They were at Claudia's apartment downtown. "Just let me gather some things, ok?" she asked from the bedroom. Lance wandered around her living room, looking at her possessions. He picked up a picture of Claudia and another girl. The other girl was Renee. He set the picture back down, remembering the cold and calculated way Joseph had killed her. He drained her and then snapped her neck. How could Claudia even trust him, Lance thought. She came out into the living room, "So where are we going?" "Somewhere he'd never suspect. I was thinking Europe," Lance said. "Oh yeah, we'll just hop on a plane to Europe. Lance, I don't have the funds," Claudia said sarcastically. "I have that taken care of. But we need to take a flight where dawn will be constantly behind us. We won't be able to leave until tomorrow evening. That will give us enough time to find shelter when we land," Lance said. "Oh, I forgot about you and that whole sunlight thing. That's got to suck," Claudia said. "Unfortunately," Lance said absent-mindedly. "How long will we have to run?" Claudia asked quietly. "I don't know," he answered. "But, Lance. I have a life, I have plans for myself," Claudia said. Lance turned to her, his face tinged with anger, "Don't you know you can't have any of that now? You have two maybe three options. Run from Justin. Be killed or be made into a vampire by Justin." "I'm sorry, it's just that I haven't taken all of this in yet," Claudia said quietly. Lance moved closer to her. He touched her face, "I know. I can understand how you feel. How do you think I felt when all of it was taken from me in a matter of a few minutes? At least you have hope." Claudia looked up into his pale green eyes that were continually sad, "I can't imagine. Why would someone want to create such a sorrowful creature?" "I don't know," Lance whispered, a tear coming to his eye. It was stained with blood as it ran down his cheek. Claudia wiped it away. "Well, what do we do for tonight?" Claudia asked. "Somewhere we can hide out until tomorrow evening," he said. "I have an idea," she said. Justin knocked on the door to the apartment and waited. "Claudia," he purred, "I know you're in there." There was no answer. It had been easy to track down where she lived and he figured Lance would be stupid enough to try and hide out there. He knocked again. "I don't think they're there," Joseph said. "They have to be!" Justin shouted and kicked in the door as if it were made of paper. He stomped through the small apartment. He found nothing except the remains of someone packing in a hurry. "Damnit!" Justin shouted. Joseph moved behind him and placed his hands on Justin's shoulders. He started to knead at the tension. "C'mon, Justin. Let's go find some hot chick willing to get down on her knees for you," Joseph said. Justin remained silent. Joseph leaned in closer to whisper into Justin's ear, "Or a fresh youth on his way home from the library?" Justin flinched away from him. "None of that bullshit until we find him," Justin said, the coldness in his eyes flaring. Joseph threw his hands up in the air, "Give it up! Lance was your little toy for a while but he's gone. Find another one!" "But you can't forget he had Claudia with him," Justin said. "She could expose us all." "Lance wouldn't let that happen. He has just as much to lose as we all do. He'll kill her first," Joseph said, getting tired of the whole situation. "Still we must find him," Justin commanded, "Go through the apartment. Look for any clues as where they might have gone." ****************** The costume closet was cold and smelled of mothballs. Lance looked at his surroundings, "I guess this is the best we can do." "He would have no idea to look for us here. Yes, he might come to the college but I have no connection to the drama department," Claudia said. She had led them to the theater on the campus of the college she attended. Many times, Claudia had picked her way into the costume closet to find some respite from the stress of her life. Nothing could touch her here; she was safe from the outside world. "During the day, you won't be able to wake me," Lance said. "Here, I've written down everything you need to know to make the arrangements," he said, handing her a slip of paper. "Alright. I'll do my best," she said taking the information. She pulled some blankets from a shelf and laid them down on the floor. "Meanwhile, we should get some rest." "You sleep, I won't find it until dawn," Lance said, lying down next to her. She shivered from the unheated closet. "I'm sorry I can't offer you any warmth," he said. "Just hold me," she whispered. Lance was surprised by her request. He awkwardly put an arm around her. "When I was little, my mother would hold me until I fell asleep after I had woken from a nightmare," she whispered. "Claudia, how can you trust me?" he asked. "I just know," she answered quietly. "But after what I did to you last night," he started to say. "Lance, that wasn't you in that house. I know you would have never done that on your own volition," she said. "I shut down when he torments me. I try to block out what he does," Lance said. "Lance, can I ask you a question?" Claudia asked. "Yes, go ahead," he said. "How old are you?" she said. "I guess that's a little confusing. If I aged, I'd be twenty-five, but I will perpetually be twenty," he said. Claudia sat up, "You've been with him for five years?" "I know. I can't believe I've left him after all this time," Lance said. "How old is he? How old are the others?" she asked. "Justin was changed when he was sixteen. But he's been a vampire for over ten years. Joseph was twenty-two and he's been changed for a little over a year. Joshua is the oldest. He was twenty-three before he was brought over. It's been over twenty years since his change," Lance said. "But didn't you tell me that Justin and Joshua were sired by the same vampire?" she asked. "It's going to take me a little while to explain," Lance said. He went on to explain the origins of Joshua and Justin. Their sire had been a woman vampire named Isabella. She was one of the oldest vampires known and her roots were buried deep in Spain. She found Joshua in post war Germany. He had been living on the streets, hiding from the communist police because of things he did for the Allies during the war. Isabella created him and he became her "son." To this day, when Joshua speaks of Isabella, he refers to her as "mother." Isabella took Joshua all over the world, immersing him in every culture they visited. Ten years later, Joshua was on the hunt. He came upon a teenage boy. Joshua wanted him so badly, but for reasons unknown he was unable to prey on him. Isabella decided Joshua needed a companion or "brother." The vampire Justin was created. Justin was never like his brother. He was rebellious and headstrong. Isabella tried to school Justin in the same ways she had Joshua. One night, Justin and Isabella engaged in a horrible fight. It ended in Justin attacking and raping Isabella. He then proceeded to go on a relentless killing spree. His rage knew no prejudice. No race, age, or social standing kept him from laying down destruction. When Joshua went to comfort Isabella, he found her chambers empty. She had fled, leaving no clue to where she could be found. They have never seen her or heard word from her since. Joshua wanted to leave Justin but knew that if he did, Justin would destroy himself and everything around him. He tried as Isabella had tried to tame Justin. But Justin blamed his mother for his anger towards his existence. He has never forgiven her for leaving him. Lance was a product of Justin's conceited and selfish behavior. Justin had always been attracted to innocence. He loved to destroy and break it. That was why he created Lance. Justin first found Lance at a nightclub, brooding over a recent breakup with a girl. Lance's sorrow was something Justin wanted to claim and possess. He created Lance the same night. For the past five years, Justin's only goal was to break Lance and make him more like himself. "But he hasn't broken you yet, has he?" Claudia asked. "No. The difference between Justin and I is the fact that he has buried his human side. I don't think he will ever recover. I have chosen not to let it go," Lance said. "But it would be easier if you did," Claudia said quietly. "It might be. It would be better if I could become detached like Joshua. It's almost like he's neither human nor vampire. He just exists," Lance said, pressing his body closer to her. He looked down at her. He reached out to touch the soft waves of her hair. He couldn't deny anymore that he was falling in love with her. But he couldn't. It put her in as much danger as it did him. Lance gave into the urge and started to stroke her hair. Her skin was so warm to him; it felt like she was burning. He caressed her cheek with the back of a finger. He closed his eyes when she took his hand and laid a soft kiss in his palm. His body shuddered. Lance wanted to take her right there; possess her flesh with his on the hard floor. Instead, he satisfied himself by pulling her closer and nuzzling his face into her warm nest of hair. Hours later, as the sun began to reveal it's soft rays over the horizon, Lance finally found sleep. ********************* When Claudia awoke the next morning, her body ached from lying on the hard floor. She turned to face Lance. In sleep, he finally looked at peace. His face was cherubic, heartbreaking. She reached out to trace the arch of a silky eyebrow. Her curiosity overwhelmed her and Claudia tried to wake him. "Lance," she whispered. He wouldn't even stir. She poked at his nose and called his name again. Nothing. Claudia was surprised she was able to complete her business so quickly. Every person Lance had put her in contact with helped her promptly with no questions asked. Claudia had a feeling that these people knew about Lance's nature and they were somehow allies. Claudia rested briefly at a coffee shop after completing all of her tasks. As she sipped her coffee, she thought about Lance and her relationship with him. Her body shuddered when she remembered his soft touch and the gentle way he had made love to her. She blushed when she realized that she couldn't wait until they would find themselves in the same situation. Her heart sank, hoping it was not a one-time encounter. It was nearing dusk and Claudia returned to the college campus. She picked the lock to the costume closet and was relieved to find Lance the same way she had left him. He hadn't even shifted positions. Claudia sat down next to him and watched him slowly regain consciousness. Lance began to stir and started to speak in his state of semi-slumber. "Claudia," he whispered. "I'm here, Lance," she said and took his hand. Still half conscious, he called her name again, "Claudia. I will protect you from him. I will destroy him if I must." Claudia reached out to touch his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes. He looked up to see her watching over him. Lance pulled her to him and kissed her without a word. His kiss was deep and passionate, his tongue searching every corner of her soft mouth. After a moment, he pulled away. "Did you have any trouble today?" he asked. "None at all. But we better get going," Claudia said, "Our plane leaves in a little over an hour." ************ Justin sat brooding in the study of the large house. His anger over not finding Lance was consuming him. Joshua came into the study. "Justin, I think you should let him go," Joshua said quietly. "He's just like Isabella, that ungrateful whore," Justin spat. "Don't speak of my mother in that way," Joshua said with slight annoyance. "She was my mother too. But she couldn't accept me for what I am. Just like he couldn't," Justin replied. "Justin, you're everything she raised us not to be. She tried to make us beautiful, awe-inspiring creatures. The only thing you inspire is fear," Joshua said. "And what law says I shouldn't? I'm a cold-blooded killer. And don't forget, you're one too," Justin said rising, his eyes blazing with anger. "I only feed to survive. I don't torment and play with my prey. And you're doing the same thing to Joseph. He's going to become just like you," Joshua said, planting himself steadfast in front of Justin. "What's it to you?" Justin hissed. "You're hopeless. I never thought I would say this but I hope you find your destruction soon," Joshua said and turned to walk out of the study. "Damn you!" Justin roared and picked up a crystal ashtray. It shattered against the door Joshua had just closed. *************** Claudia shifted to look out over the blanket of clouds. She fingered the passport in her hand, the one that contained her false identity. She almost felt like a fugitive, except her chasers didn't want justice; they wanted death. She looked over at Lance and noticed he had broken into a cold sweat. "Are you ok?" she asked. "I'll be fine. Flying always makes me nervous. I'll be back," Lance said, getting up and leaving for the men's room. Claudia picked a magazine out of the seat pocket and started to flip through it. After she had read several articles, she noticed Lance had not returned from the men's room. Wondering what was taking him so long, she got up and made her way to the back of the plane. It was quiet and dim. Only a few overhead lights shone. One of the two restrooms was marked "Occupied." Hoping it was Lance, she rapped softly on the door. "Lance?" she whispered. There was no answer. She called his name again. A passenger a few rows up turned to look and give her a condescending glare. "I'll be done with him in a few minutes. You want sloppy seconds?" she barked at him, annoyed with his intrusion. He quickly looked away. "Lance, what is wrong? I know you're in there," she said. After what seemed like an eternity, the latch clicked open. "Claudia?" a voice said from inside. "Lance, what are you doing in there?" she started to say when Lance grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the restroom. He was pale, almost gray. His breath was coming in short, spastic movements. A blood sweat shone on his forehead. Lance opened his eyes and they were the pale yellow-green of his vampiric nature. His fangs were clenched in an awful grimace. She pulled a paper towel out of the dispenser to wipe his face. "Lance, what is wrong?" Claudia pleaded. "I should have never left him. I need his blood. It hurts, Claudia," he whimpered, clutching his stomach. He slumped down to the floor. She slid down as much as the small space would let her and continued to mop at his forehead. "Lance, what do I do?" she cried. "I need to feed," he said, his face twisting in pain. "You can't! Not on the plane. Where would you hide the body?" she said. "I don't need to kill. I just need something," he said. A spasm racked his body and he let out a groan. Claudia didn't know what to do. She had no idea how to help Lance. He looked her in eye. He was pleading. "Claudia, I'm sorry. I have to," he whispered. It was then she realized the only human he could feed from without discovery was she. She closed her eyes remembering the pain when Justin had fed from her. She took a deep breath and nodded. Claudia tried to suppress a cry as Lance bent over her and bit deeply into her neck. It was excruciating as he took strong draws from her body. The tiny room began to spin and she felt as if she would pass out. Lance let go of her before she blacked out and leaned back against the wall, taking in deep breaths. His fangs retracted and his eyes returned to their normal pale brownish green. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Claudia held her hand to her neck. Her flesh was throbbing and blood still flowed from the wound. Lance, again, leaned closer to her. "No, I can't give you anymore," she whimpered. "Claudia, no. I'm so sorry. I had to or risk being discovered. Move your hand, let me heal it," he said quietly, placing a hand on her wrist. She was surprised to feel it was warm. "You're hand is warm," she said, absently, still not taking her hand away from her neck. "I know. That always happens to me afterwards. It only lasts a short while," he said. "Claudia, you can trust me. Please." Cautiously, she removed her hand from her neck. Lance bit into the pad of his thumb and covered the wound with his blood. Slowly, the throbbing subsided. "There," he said. He bent his lips to her neck and gently licked away the traces of blood that remained. He could feel her heartbeat and the bloodlust almost returned. He moved away to look at her. "Next time, could you give me a little more warning about your condition? So I can prepare myself," she asked. "Oh, Claudia," he whispered and gave her small kiss. Looking at her, he could feel his heart break and his sex rise. Lance resisted the urge to sweep her into his arms and caress her warm skin. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and petted her hair. "Lance, I'm scared. This is only the tip of the iceberg," she said quietly. "Claudia, I won't leave you and will do everything I can to protect you. You have to trust me on that. If I have to die to save you, I will," he said. "Why? You barely even know me," she replied. "I don't know. I just feel I have to. If Justin killed you or changed you, I feel like it would kill me," Lance said. He lied about his true feelings. He wanted to protect her because he knew for certain that he loved her. *********** "I think I got a lead," Joseph said, coming into the study. Justin was still angry over his conversation with Joshua but he hoped Joseph had good news. "What is it?" Justin asked. "A plane left tonight for Prague. It had two passengers on it that paid for their tickets in cash. I traced the names and found out they're fake," Joseph said, handing a paper to Justin. "And who would pay for their tickets in cash so there wouldn't be a credit card to trace? Who would need to use false identities?" Justin said, an evil grin spreading across his face. "Guess we're going to Prague?" Joseph asked. "Pack your bags," Justin said. Joseph left the room. Justin opened a drawer in the study's desk. He pulled a small box from the back of the drawer and opened it. He was careful not to touch the cold silver of the cross. He stared at it for a few moments. The cross had been Lance's. Justin had ripped it from his neck five years ago before Lance's creation. To Justin, the cross symbolized Lance's innocence and sadness. He wrapped his hand around it, ignoring that the cross was burning into his flesh. He gripped it with all of his strength. He opened his hand. The cross was now twisted and broken, just as Lance would be when Justin found him.