5 comments/ 20501 views/ 17 favorites Saint Ch. 01 By: Kitlekyana " I need to get screwed." Tanyi Rokir twirled her pencil in her mouth, clutching the phone to her ear. Her friend Liz giggled at that on the other side of the phone. " I'm serious Liz! It's been so long I've started to have erotic dreams of Mr. D." "Well. He has been a faithful companion to you, Tanyi. He has earned the right to star in a dream or two." "True!" Tanyi acknowledged "He has kept me rather warm during those empty nights. And don't shoot the D as an erotic dream. He's much better in satisfying a woman than many men I know. 100% staying power and all he cares about is your pleasure." "Mmmh. Now if only he had all the other parts." " Indeed. Mr. D would need those." " Whose Mr.D?" a voice interrupted. It was her boss, Michael 'Saint' Hartley. "Yeah...gotta go" she hurriedly hang up the phone. "...just a good friend of mine." She answered. If her cocoa skin had been lighter he would have noticed a fierce blush on her face. Really... How was she supposed to explain that Mr. D was a vibrator she'd bought over a year ago after breaking up with William, her boyfriend of five years. Initially she'd thought the battery operated genius was just to tide her over, probably for not more than three months. Three had turned to four, four had turned to six and eventually she'd had to name the gadget. D for Drought. Thirteen months along and Mr. D was still the only 'any' she was getting. The thirteen months probably had something to do with the hunk of a man standing before her right now, looking at her with suspicious eyes. It was thirteen months ago that she'd decided to leave Detroit and come to Atlanta to look for a change. The change had led her to Hartley Eng., the leading road construction company in the city and to the desk of Saint, the owner. "If he's smelling after you, I'm going to him." "Down Boy." She stood up from her desk, picking up a file and handing it to Saint. "He's not that kind of friend. These are from the Public Works office." Usually Tanyi didn't find white guys hot but Saint was in a class of his own. The sound of his deep voice playing on the nerves like a harp. The cute way he smiled; laugh lines around his blue eyes and the dimple on his left cheek coming out to play. His black hair, tussled as if he kept on running his thick fingers through it. The way he walked; strolling into her world as if he owned it. Body like a tennis player with just enough muscle to make her wet her lips. And his shoe size...well let's just say that he and Mr. D were currently competing for first place in Tanyi's dreams. At first Saint had treated her with the calm detachment of an employer till his motorcycle accident four months ago. He hadn't wanted any of his siblings to know or worry, so she'd ended up being the one taking care of him for three quarters of the five weeks it had taken his broken ankle to heal. He hadn't actually asked her to, but after seeing him hobbling to work (the buffoon apparently believed that rest was a Polish word he didn't need to know), and unsuccessfully begging him to call one of his four brothers to help him out, she'd decided to take matters in her own hands. If you drove a man home every day, cooked at least two meals a day for him, helped him into bed, sometimes kept him company before he went to bed, picked him in the morning, juggled his meetings around so that, he only worked when he wasn't in pain and the clients never had a clue, you had to get close to him. They were as close to best friends as a man and woman could get. She'd been released from duty when his twin, Leone, learnt of the accident from a fellow doctor. But ever since then he'd become really protective of her. Maybe it was appreciation. He'd taken to driving her to and from work. When she protested, he claimed that it made no sense for her to waste money and time taking the bus, when her house was on his way to work. Tanyi kept mum but she knew Saint was doing it because he was under the impression that her neighborhood was a den for rapists and thieves. He didn't want her walking at night and always made sure that she entered her house before he left. At times when they left too late from the office, she would sleep over at his place in his guest room. "How's the Cage Avenue contract coming along?" He flipped open the file quickly perusing over it. "The guy from Public Works needs you to meet him on Thursday at 10.00 to renegotiate further. But we should get the contract by tomorrow." "Okay! Ask his P.A to run his current figures through us so that we know what we're working with before the meeting." " Sure Boss." She said already clicking on her computer to send an e-mail requesting the contract information to Liz. "So for real, Tanyi. Who the hell is Mr. D? and don't think I didn't hear you talking about the erotic dream thing." "Go bully someone else Saint." She said not even looking up. Just then a strong perfume wafted in. They both knew who it was, "Cover for me." Saint said before he ducked into his office. Claire Atkins drifted into the office, wrapped in cashmere, high heels tapping on the floor like mini-terror drums. Children made up imaginary friends, Claire made up imaginary fiancées. The only problem was this time the fiancé was not that imaginary. This time she'd picked a real flesh blooded man. It all started when Saint asked Claire out when they were fifteen. They'd broken up when he'd found her blowing one of his friends, but she never went away. The he made the mistake of accepting her booty call several years later. She'd firmly inserted herself back into his life and was currently on the fiancé track. "Rokir! Where's Saint." She knew Tanyi hated it when she reffered to her by her last name. "Not around. Atkins." "That's a lie. I can smell him.' She sniffed the air as if she was a dog or something. ' Did he tell you not to tell me where he was. Is he planning a surprise. " Deluded." Tanyi muttered "What?' "I said probably." Tanyi smiled gritting her teeth all along. "You know how he loves to surprise you." "That he does." Claire leaned on Tanyi's desk conspiratorially. "You know the other day. He surprised me with a diamond necklace. Diamond. I mean the necklace was so big I have to lock it up before I leave." Oh! Tanyi had heard about that necklace all right. In the real version, Claire had filched Saint's wallet from his office, gone to a jewelry store and ordered herself a diamond necklace in his name. When he was called to confirm the purchase she had already left the shop with it. He had to pay for the purchase. "Okay then. Just call me when he gets back." She wafted out of the office, perfume following her. Tany stood up and walked into Saint's office. "Gone?" "Yap." She came round to his side of the desk, sitting on the desk beside him on his chair, her legs dangling. "You really need to tell her its over." "You know I've tried Tanyi." His hand automatically sliding to her ankle to stop her from swinging her legs, sending an immediate sizzle up her leg. Tanyi had found it disconcerting when he'd first touched her but she'd learnt that he liked to do that when he was distracted, touch her on the oddest parts of her body. "But she's like this lobster or something. She just won't let go." "Then stop making me the buffer. You know how she gets on every nerve I've got." She said sliding off the desk and leaving the office. His touch was a little too good and Tanyi knew there was really no point to it. First he'd never date someone he was working with, it was the first thing he told her when he hired her. Second she was not even his type. She was not blond, not skinny nor a fan of one night stands. Saint wondered why he found Tanyi so hot. She was not blond, not skinny nor a fan of one night stands. She was a 5"6' to his 6"1. He'd never dated a women who weighed more than 95 pounds. She had 130 on her. Maybe it was the curves. Even beneath the oversized suits she wore he knew she had breasts that could make a grown man weep. He'd seen her bend a time or two and made the startling discovery that she had the most perfect ass in the world. No wonder he was currently obsessed with her. But she always sent off these jittery vibes when they were together so he'd decided to bid his time and allow her to get used to his touch. After work that evening, Saint took her to dinner as he usually did before they left home. Their conversation was easy of course. Somehow they always had something to say to each other. His hand on her waist as they left the restaurant felt proprietal. She put down to her imagination but leant in closer to him. When they got to her house, he took her up to the door and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Tanyi got into her tiny flat, dumped everything on the coach and slipped into the shower. It had been a hard day. Hartley Eng. was hardly the kind of place you went to twiddle your thumbs and facebook the whole day. She picked a book and settled on her couch for some sweet music and a nice read. Before long she'd slid into slumber. She was woken up the choking smell of smoke. *** She couldn't believe that her life had just gone up in flames like that. Everything but the spaghetti top, pajama bottoms and house shoes she was wearing, all because Jamie Kingston couldn't smoke his weed on the roof or outside with his gang like everybody else. She stared at her little flat, longing to go back in. Pick a few photos. What was she going to do? She walked up to one of the women staring at the fire. She didn't look like she was from their building. "Ummm...could I use your phone." She was lucky the woman was from a neighbouring building. She was Tina, short for Christina, Tanyi heard her say through her shock. She kept on saying how sorry she was and how such things shouldn't happen in a country with a government. Tanyi wasn't really listening all she wanted was the phone. "Hello?" Saint's irritation dripped from the word. Who the hell called at two a.m. If it was another crank call he was going to hunt the guy down and crack his balls. "Saint." He knew it was Tanyi's voice just from how she said his voice. All the seductive honey was there but something was different. He could actually hear tears in her voice. "Babe, are you okay?" "I need you." "I'm on my way." Ten minutes later, Saint's porches screeched onto their street, drawing the eye of everyone. He couldn't believe it. Was that Tanyi's building on fire? What the fuck? He exited the car, his eyes already searching for Tanyi. Where was she? If she was in there he was going in. Fuck the firefighters. She sat huddled on the stone steps of the adjacent flats watching with teary eyes as the firemen tried to put out the flames. He strode to her side and sat down next to her not saying a word. Somehow he knew that all she needed was his presence. He took off the jacket he was wearing over his black T and wrapped it around Tanyi then pulled her onto his lap and drew her head to his shoulder. Together they watched the fire. The firemen finally managed to put it out but not before it had consumed a good part of the building. When it was obviously over, the firemen packed and gone, he stood up and carried her to the passenger side of the car before putting her down and opening the door. She slid inside and he helped her with her seatbelt before walking back to the drivers side and driving off. They were silent all the way to the house., their hands linked together. When they got to the house, he carried her into the house walking straights upstairs to his bedroom. His bed was already turned down so he simply laid her in the bed and helped her out of shoes and the jackey. He chucked his jeans and t-shirt leaving on only his silk boxers then slid in beside her. Her back was to him, so he spooned her, holding her tightly. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head against his shoulder, her right leg over his thigh, wrapping her whole body around him. "I'm sorry babe." He finally said, tenderly drawing her even closer to himself. "Just hold me." She finally said. Her first words for the night. Tanyi drifted into sleep her knight's arms protecting her all night. * ** She woke up in the middle of the night curled up on her side, her back pressed against something hard. It took a while for her to realize that she was lying in Saint's arms. His arm was throw over her stomach. It was so hot. Something large and hot was pushing at the crease between her buttocks. It didn't take much for her to know that was Saint's cock. It didn't take much for her to know that the man was packing heat... a lot of it. She pressed her ass back, almost instinctively. "Tanyi?" his voice sounded groggy. "Saint please." "Not tonight sweetheart. Not after what happened." He tried to soothe her with a hand on her tummy rubbing in a circular motion. "Please just touch me. I need...just a little" "You don't need to beg honey. I'm here." The hand that was on her stomach slid to outside of her thigh, clamping it harder forcing her to push her ass harder into his dick. The erotic dance began. He pressed, she pressed back grinding against his cock feeling it growing even impossibly longer. His hand moved to her waist band, dragging her pajama bottoms off of her and leaving her in her lacy boy-shorts. His fingers lazily toyed with the sides of the shorts as if to remove them, but he didn't. Instead he sensuously trailed his fingers to the front of her clean shaven pussy. Slowly his fingers journeyed downwards. Saint inserted his thigh between her legs to widen the space. Using one finger, he stroked her clit through the silk. Tanyi was moaning now. It felt like there was a burning pool in her stomach. Saint pushed the silk to one side. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, fingering it expertly. She couldn't take this anymore, she turned on her belly to get a reprieve, but he was just as insistent. Saint turned Tanyi to face him, and finally kissed her, both his hands cupping her face. Finally he got to touch this woman. Sure it felt like he was taking advantage, but they'd sort that out later. He devoured her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers. Biting, nipping, sucking and soothing her all at the same time. With one of his hands urged her thigh on top of his and trapped the other one between his thighs. He pressed his cock insistently on her thigh. He was swollen. His cock felt so big and stiff. Was that ever going to fit into her tight little pussy? Tanyi knew it was wrong for her to use Saint this way to get over the destruction in her life. But she needed him so badly. He placed his hands on his buttocks and slowly kneaded her plump ass cheeks, caressing and molding them beneath his big hands. Taking his cue, Tanyi drew closer, pushing her thigh further between his, she placed her hands on his buttocks and used his thigh like a live vibrator. Saint inserted a finger into her pussy. When he tried to put a second finger in, she was too tight so he settled on finger-fucking her with just one finger. She ground on his palm, rocking to the ancient rhythm of sex. Tanyi was going wild, she needed more. Her hand moved between their bodies easing her hand into the waistband of his silk boxers. She could barely wrap her palm around his ramrod stiff cock. It was so warm and pulsing, so large. She stroked him, up and down. She felt his hand wrap around hers underneath silk, showing her how tight he liked it and at what pace. Slowly they stroked each other. He groaned, she whimpered as they hit the peak together. She smiled and slept. Tomorrow would take care of itself. Saint Ch. 02 She was alone in his bed when she woke up. She wondered where she was, everything seemed so strange...not a bad strange though. Usually when she woke up it was Mrs Johnson on 147 screaming off her head at her four boys for being late to school again. It was usually to the sound of Clay Brown, the stripper next door practicing his Elvis crotch grabs to Christina Aguilera's 'Dirty'. This definitely wasn't Building 8 on Bertrand Road. It was all so quiet. She'd been here before but she'd never lain in his bed before, merely watched him in it. The bed was much softer than hers, the sheets dark blue satin for pure comfort. It smelt of him, Saint, that all man, slightly cologne smell of his that had had her swooning for most of the time she'd been working for him. Even his pillows were permeated with Saint. Then suddenly it all hit her. Yesterday had been a disaster. She felt sadness choke her as she remembered. She curled tightly to her side, tears seeping from her eyes as her mind rolled over the events of last night. As if she was still there, her nose burned from the searing smell of burning wood and the crashing sound as the roof of her apartment building came down. The lady with the phone trying to get information for tomorrow's gossip from her. Saint dashing on scene with his Porsche to save her. Saint tucking her into his bed. It was all like a flashback from a movie she was seeing rather than starring in. Oh God...she'd forgotten the most important part, she wiped away her tears. Saint tucking her into his bed. Her rubbing into Saint's cock so wickedly. Caressing his cock with her bare hands. What did he think of her? No wonder he wasn't in bed. He must think that she'd been angling for him since day one. Sidling towards him like a python before she sunk her fangs into him. Had she really begged him to... to do things to her? He'd tried to stop her, she remembered, but it was as if she would have crawled out of her skin if he hadn't touched her. And to prove that this had all been her idea, he hadn't even tried to fuck her. Wait a Go Tanyi Rokir. Molesting your own boss right under his own roof. Just then she heard a footsteps then the door knob turning. She quickly curled into her side pretending to be asleep. Tanyi just wasn't ready to be confronted by Saint's angry eyes. Or was he going to knowingly amused. She preferred angry...at least that had some dignity to it. She heard him walk over to the side of the bed, shuffling as he lay something on the side-table. Something delicious. Her stomach growled at the enticing smell, betraying her. She heard Saint chuckle in that deep way only he could, and she knew he knew she was awake. She popped one eye open to find his face right up to hers as he knelt on one knee by the bed. Jeez the guy was even more gorgeous by morning light. I wonder if he uses some flowery shower gel she thought distractedly, because he smelt great. His eyes held a naughty glint just before he dived in. Before she knew it Saint's lips were on hers, nibbling at her, begging her to wake up and take him. She just couldn't resist an invitation like that and she gave back just as much as she got. His lips moved over hers softly and seductively, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She was all too willing to give right back curling her arm over his neck and tagging on his bottom lip. Saint loved the way Tanyi responded to him like a cat just coiling out from deep slumber. "Morning?" Saint finally pulled away from her, standing up to sit on the bed. "Um...morning." her voice sounded as if she'd been chewing on a couple of nails. With last night's smoke and the smoke Saint had just gotten out of her it was a wonder her ears weren't steaming like a kettle coming to boil. "I brought you some breakfast." He gestured to the steaming cup of coffee and lifted the lid on a plate. So that's what he'd brought with him. The toast, crisp to perfection and light brown just the way she liked it, sausage and a few strips of bacon were just what she needed to wake her up. No wonder her tummy had been throwing a party of its own. "Thank you." She rose up, putting the plate on her lap and ate in silence. He just stared at her, his hand on her knee, as if he was waiting for her to break the silence, say something. She could guess what he wanted her to say. She put down her fork. "Okay fine! I'm sorry." "Sorry about what." Saint stroked her leg. He couldn't help it. He'd almost lost her last night. He just didn't know what to say. All he wanted was just to enjoy the fact that she was with him, in his house, in his bed. "Last night." She rushed in before he could stop her. "I know I kind of pounced on you and mauled you like a cow on heat and you didn't want it. But it was just the moment. Everyone says I get a little carried away when I'm nervous. So it wasn't you. But I know you're my boss so it's not like I expect..." Saint cut off her nonsensical babble with a hard fast kiss on her mouth. "Figures that you'd be more concerned about our touching rather than your flat going down in smoke. Does that feel like I didn't want it?" Tanyi was too shocked to answer. "Don't be sorry." Saint finished by picking up her fork and feeding her some bacon. "Well I don't get attached to stuff and I do have pretty good insurance so..."She grumbled going back to her eating. She should probably curl up and cry for her worldly possessions, but Tanyi was used to just dropping everything and starting afresh especially because her father had been in the military. When you moved around a lot, stuff you bought just ended up being that...stuff. Tanyi couldn't believe that this was her boss treating as if she was the most precious thing to him. Of course it was just a dream because let's face it, Saint was a player. She knew because she was constantly shuffling girls out of his life after he'd brought them in from where he'd picked them up. But she was going to go along with this. Last night had taught her that she obviously needed some sexual relief and Saint did touch her like he knew what he was doing. He was as good as any man...no make that better. As long as they both understood that it was just a little play it shouldn't affect her job. No one would get hurt. "Let me take care of you today sweetheart." Saint broke into her thoughts. "Let me make you happy." "What about work?" Tanyi loved the sound of the 'sweetheart' rolling off his tongue. Maybe a little too much. "I called Christian. He didn't like it," Christian was Saint's older brother and a silent partner at Hartley Eng. Christian was notorious for his disappearing acts around the office. But when he came back he was like a machine, which was why Saint tolerated him as a partner. It was only last week that's he'd appeared from one of his jaunts. "...but he'll take care of it." In her mind his taking care of her involved a lot of petting, a lot of rubbing and a boatload of sex but obviously it didn't to him because her "Okay" only got her a hug. Talk about friendly rather than hot. All hands, no chest. "So what do you want to do?"She tried not to sound too disappointed "Why don't I surprise you?" He pulled her from bed helping her slide the covers off of her and stand up. She was only wearing her spaghetti top and her boy shorts. While here was fully dressed in a baby blue cashmere sweater with a white T peeping from the neckline and black slacks. She felt a twinge of embarrassment but tapped it down realising that he'd probably seen a lot more when her hand had been down his shorts last night. Saint was glad Tanyi was so comfortable. With the things he planned to do to her she had better be comfortable. As she stretched beside the bed, trying to get the kinks out of her muscles, all he could see was the way her breasts pushed the little top up revealing her lithe waist and deep navel, her nipples pressing into it like hard buttons. He felt his cock grow though he knew she was doing it innocently. She wasn't doing it innocently. Tanyi knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted him to see her body. Wanted him to see what he was missing by giving her those friendly hugs. She turned her back to him giving him a tantalising glance of her apple bottom. Just to tease him, she bent to the floor "Have you seen my pj bottoms." Saint felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. When she bent like that he could see her pussy lips pressing against her shorts. "I ..... I put them in the laundry basket." Then she widened her legs to stand up. For a moment he actually thought he was going to cum on the spot. "But I can't go around in these dirty clothes." She pouted turning to face him. She toyed and tugged on the strings of her top, as if threatening to peel them off her arms and reveal her breasts to him. "Or would you like me to go naked after my shower?" She sidled next to him pressing her body to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her pouting lips tantalisingly close. Shit. She was getting to him. His cock was at full mast, ready to drill. Obviously the little cat knew what she was doing especially with the little rolls she was doing on his dick with her flat stomach. If she didn't back up he was going to fuck her right where she stood. Lift one of those caramel thighs to his waist, jerk her panties to the side and fuck her till he tore her into little bits. But if this was going to happen, it was going to happen on his terms. And right now he wanted this relationship to move slowly he didn't want Tanyi getting hurt. He wanted her to be sure before she played with him. "No I don't." He pushed her away from him. His voice sounded hoarse. Tanyi couldn't believe it. Had she just been rebuffed? Was Saint trying to push her away after he'd just claimed that he liked what happened last night? His cock certainly liked her from what she'd felt on her tummy. He must be playing some sort of game. He was probably trying to establish some control over the pace of the relationship. She should have known, he just seemed like the type to harbour obsessions with starting and ending relationships. Was she going to let him? Hell No! Mr. D was dead so she definitely had to have some and now. Not when Saint said so. Tanyi would just have to actively convince him that fucking her was in his best interest especially if he didn't want his dick falling off from craving her. She was just going to have to seduce him. Saint walked to his closet rummaging through it to triumphantly come out brandishing a blue t-shirt as if it was bounty from war. "We'll probably have to get you some new clothes but why don't you try this on for now?" "If you insist" she walked toward him, her hips rolling with every step, her eyes daring him to turn away. He couldn't. Tanyi was everything he needed. Just the perfect size for him. Her breasts jutting out calling out for his touch. Pussy calling out for his cock. "Will you help me put it on after my shower?" she nibbled on his ear, her left hand travelling from his chest to settle on his hard stomach. "Um...I can't. Someone has to go and get you clothes. So you'll have to put it on yourself." "But how will you know it fits?" She whispered making his cock jump in his shorts. "Why don't I give you a little demonstration just to make sure it fits?" He gave her a hunted look as she pulled away from him. Saint wanted to leave the room run from the temptation. He couldn't believe his Tanyi could be such a tease. She always seemed so...so controlled. He could smell her arousal and he knew her tight cunt would be soaked for him. But she had him captivated when her hand began inching her top up her tummy, revealing the flatness. The underside of her breasts came into view. The top caught on her hard nipples arousing her even more. She pulled it revealing the most beautiful breasts. She was a C-cup. If he had to guess probably a 36. Her brown tiny nipples like the last drop of coffee on cappuccino. She cupped her breasts. "Are you sure it will be able to over these?" she pinched her nipples making them pebble even harder. "Tanyi." He said helplessly. His cock straining against his slacks. "And you know I can't wear them with these." She tossed the top to the floor, her hand travelling down her stomach to the sides of her boy-shorts. "They make me feel so dirty." He wanted to tell her that he wanted to make her even dirtier but he couldn't even open her mouth as she slowly pulled her panties down her legs. Her ample hips cupped her clean shaven pussy. It was too much for him, he groaned, his hand automatically going to his cock. Just a little caress. "Tanyi, I have to go." He couldn't take it anymore. She was slowly eating away at his resolve. Right now he couldn't even remember why he wanted them to go slow. He needed to get out of here. He turned to leave. She stopped him with a hand on his arm. "But don't you want to know my size before you buy me clothes?" she grinned her other hand lightly grazing over his on his cock. She squeezed, making him wish his hand was not a shield. "Yeah! Sure!" Knowing her size did seem reasonable it's not like he could shop for her off the top of his head he thought. "Don't you have a pen and paper?" She asked her hand caressing over his. "They're downstairs." He managed. "But Saint do you really want me to go downstairs like this? With all those glass windows" she licked her lips, her free hand fondling her breast. "What if your pool-guy saw me? Who knows what he'd want to do to me."And he knew what the pool-guy would want to do to her. Sink his dick into her, over and over again. "I know what we can write with..." She walked away from him. Saint suffered a quick twinge of disappointment. He knew he was in trouble when she climbed on the bed and lay on her back. "Watch carefully Saint. We don't want you forgetting anything." She spread her legs, folding her knees at the same time. From where he was standing he could see directly into her cunt. A thin film of her wetness covered her pussy lips. "Come closer. Don't you want to see?" He couldn't help himself. Like a fly crawling willingly into a spider's web he walked closer so that his knees hit the bed. From his vantage point, Saint could see every bit of her. She lifted her feet and pressed her soles to the front of his heavy thighs. Using her hands she opened up her pussy lips and dipped one finger into her pussy. She trailed the finger up rubbing her clit as she went by up to her tummy. "27" she said as she wrote the number on her tummy. Her feet seemed to be moving, then suddenly Tanyi had his cloth covered cock in her feet. She dipped the finger back into her inkwell again, taking the time to finger fuck herself with two strokes before she wrote in the middle of her breasts. "36 C" She intoned as she stroked his cock with her feet. Fuck! Now he was fucking her feet. He pushed himself into her feet then pulling out before she stopped him by sliding her feet back to his thighs. This time she stroked her clit even harder before fucking herself then using her finger to write on her thigh "38!" She whispered. She'd turned herself on so much all she needed now was just a good pounding. But Saint just stood there by the bed. Cock jutting out from his trousers like a spear, sure, her legs up in the air ready for him, his eyes drilling holes into her wet pussy, but doing nothing with it. All he needed to do was just unzip and aim. But the bastard looked like he'd been nailed to the floor. Whatever. She wasn't going to beg. She stood up and grabbed the t-shirt from his hand. "Don't forget that; 36- 27-38." She said as she slammed the door to his bathroom. If she'd walked out a minute later, she'd have found Saint standing with his cock in his hand, her panties wrapped around it, jerking himself off till he came. In the bathtub, Tanyi just couldn't help herself. Her whole body was tingling with unfulfilled arousal. The water on her body felt like sharp needles piercing her skin. Rubbing the soap to her body only increased the torture. Where the hell was Mr. D when you needed him. She needed relief. She tried caressing her breasts, strumming her clitoris with her finger, it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed Saint. She used the shower head directing its waterfall to her pussy, opening up her pussy lips with one hand. The sharp fall of water massaged her clit, getting her off in the most pleasurable way. She hummed as she came. Saint was already gone by the time she came out of the bathroom wrapped in one of his towel. There was a note on the bed next to the t-shirt. 'Don't think you're going to get away with it.' She smiled. ***** Tanyi used the time Saint was away to explore his home. Though Tanyi had been here before, she'd never realised exactly how much of it there was. Apart from his room, there were six other bedrooms on this floor, each fitted with its own master bath, exquisitely decorated. Each room had its own colour scheme. In her mind she'd already started naming them. Saint's was the blue room. Everything in it was in navy. There was a green, beige, purple (her favourite), baby blue, yellow and white room. The walls between the rooms were covered in pictures. In one, he stood with his arms wrapped around his look-alike, laughing into the camera. That was Leone, his twin brother. She never knew how she could differentiate them. She just knew she could. From their talks she knew that Leone and Saint were the youngest in their family. The next picture had younger versions of the 'Trips' as Saint liked to call them tagging on one present. The Triplets were the oldest siblings, though not by much, in the Hartley family. Christian, Gabriel 'Hawk' and Andrea were 31 years old now, only two years older than Leone and Saint but took the opportunity to lord it over them. In the picture they seemed to be maybe 10. In another frame, Saint's mother and father, Monica and Brent Hartley, looked lovingly into each other's eyes as some eavesdropper tried to capture the moment on camera. His family seemed to be so happy. Tanyi was envious her family had never been like this. When she was fourteen, her mother had run off leaving her with her father a rigid, military man. She'd never seen him smile, at least not when he was with her. Life with him was like living in a mobile boot-camp. Whichever city they were in she knew that she had to wake up at six, run around the compound, prepare breakfast for them, go to school or work, be home by six prepare supper, eat, clean-up, sleep. Day in day out. No wonder she'd turned out a libertine. She supposed he'd tried his best to bring up a daughter especially with no one to help him. But he'd taken every opportunity to stamp out her identity, instead expecting her to abide by his Mercurial laws. He'd controlled her in every way, her clothes, her job, her friends and finally he'd chosen Will for her. When she'd told him, she'd dumped Will he'd looked at her as if it was her fault that Will didn't want her anymore. As if she was the imperfect one. It had led to a show down that had led her to walk out of his office, out of Detroit and out of his life. She was twenty five when she left. She could damn well make her own decisions. 13 months later and he'd never even called her. She trailed her hand down the staircase banister as she came down the stairs to the ground floor. Her toes sunk into the plush beige carpeting covering the expanse of floor. Her travels led her to the kitchen. It was spotless, all white and stainless steel. Obviously he cooked here because there were still dishes in the sink. She loaded them into the dishwasher as she mulled over where this thing between her and Saint was going. She didn't think she was capable of falling in love, especially after the Will fiasco, so that wasn't a problem. Saint Ch. 02 Will had been a Marine, no wonder her father had liked him so much. He'd been burly and dark skinned with a stern face and clipped speech. Sometimes she'd been wary of him especially after she'd had that he had a temper from some friends. But he'd never shown it to her (probably because of her father). They were well suited, her father had insisted, they were both military. She did not feel military but she went along with it because often it was faster to geo along with her dad then against him. Her relationship with Will had always been steady. To her list of activities for the day she simply added 'have sex with Will'. It wasn't really that bad, especially considering that she had nothing to compare it with. She refused to marry him until her career was steady. He didn't take it well. Instead he took up with another soldier. Her father convinced her that men often did this. This was how they showed they were men. She tried to forgive Will, she really did, till he did it again, and again and again. Finally she decided she needed a man whose cheating tendencies were further spaced. Obviously Saint was going to be bit by the same bug. So it made sense for her not to let the relationship get serious. This time she was coming in with her heart fully armoured. No feelings out. Her thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening, followed by a commotion. She knew it was Saint. She unloaded the dishwasher before leaving the kitchen to see what the fuss was all about. Saint stood in the hallway with several bags surrounding him. Pool-guy was just coming in also clutching many more. Obviously Saint had feared what she'd do to Pool-guy especially after the writing episode. Pool-guy stared at her, his mouth gaping, his eyes already glazing over in lust. She'd completely forgotten that she was just wearing a T. In itself the T-shirt was pretty innocent, but on Tanyi it looked indecent. The soft material clung to her body as if caressing her. The bottom seam touched her thighs. Barefoot and with her soft long black hair tumbling over her heart shaped eyes, Tanyi looked like a love-nest waiting to happen. "Thanks Jim."Saint pushed the poor guy out before he could get his fill of the beauty on his boss' hallway. "Saint...What have you done?" Tanyi gasped walking towards him her hand clasped to her mouth. Saint figured that she was temporarily on seduction leave because her eyes didn't spell temptation itself though her body seemed to be playing its own tune. "I didn't want to risk getting you something that was displeasing you." "So you bought the whole shop?" "I can afford it. Help me carry them upstairs" He loaded a few bags into his hands taking the stairs two by two. Tanyi had to run to catch up with him, not bothering to carry anything. "But Saint I can't afford this." She caught up to him in his bedroom. "You should know you're the one who pays me. How am I going to pay for all this?" "You're not paying for this. I am." He threw over his shoulder as he loped back down the stairs to bring more bags up. What Saint didn't tell her was that the moment he'd got to the shop he couldn't help it. Saint had never been inclined to spend on women, if they were not his sister or his mother. But somehow, he just wanted to spoil Tanyi. He'd made the sales girl's day when he'd asked them to simply pack up their best items in 36 – 27 – 38. He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to protect her. "Saint stop." She barred his way the next time he got into the room. "I can't take all this. I just feel like its some payment for..." "Don't say it Tanyi. Coz you're really going to piss me off." He said pushinging her away from the door with his hands on her shoulder. "You're damn well going to take it all. We haven't talked about the fire. And I know you're trying to pretend that losing everything you worked for isn't hurting you. But later when you're lying alone, it will hurt. It will hurt so bad. I'm just trying to keep the hurt away. So you're going to take the damn clothes because this is my way of taking care of you. And if that includes buying out Macy's, then Macy's has a new owner, Tanyi Rokir." "That's not your job. You're just my boss." "We both know we moved away from that a long time ago. Move." He went back to bring more bags up. She sat down on the bed, looking at the piles of bags, knowing that once Saint made up his mind it was damn near impossible to change it for him. It wouldn't hurt to take the clothes, would it. It's not like it left her indebted to him, right? She fingered the handle of one. She couldn't help herself she just had to see what was in it. Saint came up the stairs to find Tanyi immersed in wrapping paper. Already she'd gone through fifteen bags. Jeans, dresses, tops, shoes. Already she knew that they were perfect fit. Obviously Saint had been listening keenly when she gave him her dress size. She squealed in delight when she saw some of the clothes. Most of them, she'd only seen when she passed the shop window, staring through the glass like a kid whose Christmas was being held hostage, and now they were all around her. She ran up to Saint and hugged him to her, excitement shining in her eyes. His arms wrapped around her revelling in the feeling of her body being this close to him, her nipples rubbing against his chest so provocatively. She smelled like spring. "I've got something else for you." He gestured to the two bags he was still holding. "But you only get these if you make me a promise." "What promise?" she said nestling even closer to him. "You have to promise to model them for me." "I don't know." She said drawing out of his arms. "Hmm. What could possibly be better than what I already have? Are they worth that?" "Aren't you curious?" She had to admit she was. Anything he'd got her had to be really special or really expensive. Was it just another debt she would owe him? Her curiosity got the better of her and she tagged at the bags pulling them from his hands and sitting on the bed with them in her hands. He sat beside her. "I assume that means yes." She opened the first bag. It held several packets containing whispers of lace. She should have known. He wanted her to model lingerie for him. Pervert. She pulled several packets out, they were all in different colours. Each packet held a bra and panties (thongs mostly...duh...she didn't expect anything less from Saint). She had to admit the pieces were really beautiful pieces of perv fodder. "Do I have to do the modelling now?" "No! Just as long as you can give my cock something to look forward to." He bent his head to take her lips, his tongue dipping into her mouth. It felt like he was consuming her with fire. His hand on her waist felt heavy. She needed it to move, either upwards or downwards. Before she knew it she was on her back on the bed with Saint atop of her. He helped herself push farther up the bed so that their legs no longer dangled from the edge of the bed, in the process pulling up her t-shirt so that it dangerously hang just below her pussy. Saint ground his cock into Tanyi's thigh, loving how she squirmed beneath him trying to position him at her centre. When she moved so did her shirt, slowly revealing her pussy to his cock. He pushed into her cunt, slowly grinding into her with his rod. Only his trouser separated them. She was frantic, kissing him like she didn't need air, her hands ruffling through his hair, down his back to his ass. She used her hands to force him to push into her, meeting him each time he pushed into her pussy. Her hand moved to his front, his zipper, but he stopped her with a hand on hers. "No!" he muttered harshly, pushing off of her. "What?" What the hell was wrong with the guy? Wasn't he the one supposed to be pushing her to have sex? "Not now. We've got plans." "What?" she said again. He had plans and she wanted to have sex. What guy had plans when he was offered sex? "The play we're supposed to watch starts at eleven." He looked at his watch. "Its ten-thirty, you need to change." He walked out of the room. As she changed into a pair of jeans, t-shirt and boots Tanyi shook her head. Someone in this house was gay, and it wasn't her. The play was called 'Black Maria Stripper'. Tanyi wasn't really sure what the play was about. All she knew was that the lead actress kept on stripping to her underwear for the priests in her parish. She knew it wasn't supposed to be erotic because she'd read an article where a critic had called it 'a satirical view of religious hypocrisy within spirituality' or something like that. But she couldn't help it every-time her clothes went off hers chaffed her skin. Maybe it was because of the way Saint kept touching her. His arms politely around her shoulders but every-time she stripped he rubbed her arm with his fingers just beneath where her short-sleeves ended causing her more than a few tingles. There was too much light for her to do anything in the auditorium but she did squeeze his thigh once or twice causing him to jump. By the middle of the play she was sitting slightly tilted on her chair, her head was on his chest, her hands around his waist. She could hear his heart beating in her ear. His hand was caressing her waist, travelling from the tip of her trousers to the side of her breasts. With every sweep of his hand she held her breath hoping that this time he'd cup her breast. Finally as if by accident, his hand slid in touching her nipple through her shirt. It was almost like a bolt of fire running through her blood and she almost jumped off her seat. She drew closer to him, hoping he'd be bolder this time. The play ended before he could. They walked out of the auditorium hands around each other. She wanted to go home. All his little slips of the hand had put her on the edge of her seat. All she needed was a little touch and she'd jump his bones. He took her to a restaurant. "To build your strength." He said cryptically. She refused to interpret it. With the kind of teasing he'd been doing the probability was high that she was going to hang dry by the time the night was over. Tanyi couldn't eat anything especially with the way he kept looking at her, heat smouldering in his blue eyes. Saint didn't have the same problem because he cleared his plate then asked for desert. The Jerk. She was jumping out of her skin and here he was acting like he had no problem staying all night in this restaurant. When he asked for his second desert she stood up and walked out of the door. She didn't notice the amused glint in Saint's eye or the way he re-arranged his cock in his pants before standing up to follow her. It took Saint sometime to settle their bill. When he came out of the restaurant, she was leaning on the car, fuming. She slid into the car, jerking on her seatbelt. They were quiet in the car as he drove them home. It wasn't companionable silence at all. It was tense. The gates slid open admitting them. Tanyi stormed out of the car to the door but it was locked. She tapped her feet impatiently as she waited for Saint to open the door. He punched in the alarm code then fit his key into the key-hole. The lock popped and he pushed the door open allowing Tanyi to enter before him...like a real gentleman. Tanyi had already taken a step towards the stairs when she was slammed back to the door by a hand. "What the..." Saint's mouth closed over hers, his body pressing her to the door. She tried to push against him as he kissed her but he was too strong for her. His chest was like a boulder, unswaying. She clawed at his clothes with her hands but he pushed them away from his body, holding both wrists behind her back. "Is this what you wanted?" He whispered harshly into her mouth. Tanyi whimpered into his mouth trying to press her nipples to his chest but he moved away, only their lips and the hand holding her wrists connecting them. "Sweetheart, I'm going to teach you all about patience. No touching" It was all so punishing, yet so rewarding. His kiss was nothing like she'd imagined. A kiss so heated and intense, it burned right through to every part of her. His taste so warm yet so cold turned to fire with blistering heat. His hands slid to her t-shirt pulling it over her head over her pony-tail. He unsnapped her jeans pushing it off of her legs, leaving her bare in the shadow of the staircase light save for her green bra and underwear. Saint took a deep breath of her, taking in the flowery scent of the perfume he'd picked up for her mixed in with a womanly smell. In the shadows every sound she made seemed amplified. Her slight whimpering from his touches made him smile. She looked so wanton, leaning on the door, her breasts pressed up by the bra, her tiny hands over her head clawing at the door behind her. Every part of her tingled. Tanyi knew she needed his touch. He started with her forehead, pressing kisses on her face as if it was the most delicious meal he'd ever eaten. Her brow, each eyelid, the bridge of her nose, the sides of her mouth, her cute chin. His lips glided over neck suckling on the tender flesh just beneath her ear. His mouth travelled down her throat, licking the small cavern at the bottom of her neck to her breasts, pressing whispers of kisses at the tops, before sucking her hard nipples through her bra, causing her to press herself even closer to his mouth. He moved away. She moaned in aggravation. He unclipped her bra throwing it to the floor. Saint trailed his tongue down her tummy, kneeling down when he could no longer stand without breaking his back. He kissed her navel. "Have you ever heard of a butterfly?" Tanyi didn't even have the strength to nod in the negative. He proceeded to show her just what a butterfly was. He dipped his tongue into her navel, fluttering inside, causing her to moan from the foreign sensation. He kissed his way down her panty clad pussy, skipping the most interesting part of her, just barely licking the middle of her panties before his kisses travelled down her left leg. It was all so erotic her him kneeling by her fully clothed, while lust curled into her, consuming her. A man pleasuring his mistress. He lifted her left leg dipping her toe into his mouth before suckling on each of her toes as if they were nectar from the Gods. As he let the leg down, his mouth travelled up it carrying with it a blazing trail up to her inner thigh. Fuck not touching. She curled her fists around his black hair. Pulling him closer to where she wanted him the most. He couldn't help himself. He'd tried to extend the teasing but her pussy just kept on calling to him. The slightly musky smell. He pressed his lips to her nether lips through the purple thong. She buckled. He pressed his thumb in between pushing the material into her lips. He pulled the sides of the thong in till all the material was in the middle of her pussy lips "Saint please." "Tell me what you want." He asked as he rubbed her clit with his thumb illiciting another moan from her. Her toes curled. "Please make me cum." "With pleasure." He pulled her thong down her leg, helping her lift her right then left leg to discard it. He clasped her thighs, forcing her to open up even more and shuffled closer to her so that she was above him and directly on his face. He pressed his tongue to where his finger had been, her clit. His tongue was amazing she thought in a haze of passion. The things it could do. As his mouth worked on her clit sucking it, he pressed his index finger into her cunt. She was so fucking tight. He kept on fucking her with his finger, his tongue strumming her into Nirvana. She whimpered as she came, her knees finally buckling under her. He caught her in his arms before she could slide to the floor, carrying her up the stairs. She'd never known sex could be like this. Saint was like an artist...a sex artist, worshipping her as if this was the only thing he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Once they got to his room he carefully lay her on the bed and went to strip. "No let me!" She'd been craving to touch him since this morning. He wasn't going to cheat her out of that. She started at his feet, helping him out of his loafers, then his socks. She took the opportunity to give his toes just a tiny massage. She slid her arms along his outer thighs as she stood up. She slid his sweater over his head, leaving him in his white T and trousers. She helped him out of the T and pressed a tentative kiss right in the middle of his chest as she caressed his abs. Her hands slid to his belt, sliding the buckle open and unzipping him. He stepped out of his trousers. He was wearing briefs that could barely contain the bulge within. Her hand closed over him causing him to gasp. She slid her hand under his waist band pulling his cock from inside. He was so long and thick. It had to be around eight inches in length. He was never going to fit into her little pussy. She wanted to please him just as much as he had her. She wanted him to burn up too. She knelt down and kissed the tip of his cock. She licked the pre-cum that was slowly beginning to seep out, swirling her tongue round. He tasted clean and a bit salty, she thought to herself, not at all bad. Suddenly she took him into her mouth curling her lips around him. She used her hand to caress him as she tried to take in as much of his cock as she possibly could. "Yeah that's it Babe. Take as much of Daddy's cock as you can." He placed his hand on his head pushing her to take even more of him in. Her mouth felt like heaven. He wanted to fuck her in every one of her holes. He fucked her mouth till he felt his balls tingling. "Sweetheart I'm about to come." He tried to pull out of her mouth but she wouldn't let him pulling him even deeper into her mouth. If this was what she wanted who was he to kick a gift horse in the mouth. He pressed deeper in, fucking her mouth in short strokes but careful not to make her gag. He came with a loud grunt. She swallowed every drop of his essence loving the way he clutched her to him. Saint helped Tanyi off her feet as they both tumbled into bed caressing each other, the fever now toned down. "Thank you." He said as they lay side by side his hands travelling up and down her body, burning a trail down her spine to her buttocks. She shifted closer to him pressing her mouth to his chin, her hands doing some exploring of their own, down his abs to his slowly awakening cock. She caressed him, stroking up and down, slowly bring him to life as they kissed, finally little Saint was ready for round 2. Saint drew open the bedside drawer taking out a condom. She helped him put it on, her fingers tantalising around his cock. Saint lifted her leg to lie over his thighs bringing his cock closer to her cunt, caressing her pussy lips with it, teasing her clitoris as he rubbed furtively spreading her juices all around his cock head. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed his cock in her pussy. Tanyi manoeuvred herself till she could push her cunt lips to open up over the head, pushing herself lower till he was finally sinking into her. He took it from there. He pushed her onto her back coming over her and pressing her hands over her head. Slowly he began pushing into her. God...it felt like a bat was being pushed into her. It was so huge. "Saint are you sure?" she gasped. "You can take it honey. I was made to fuck you." He whispered his face by her neck. For a while he fucked her with only the tip easing her up for deeper entry. In and out, in and out till he had at least half of his cock in her tight pussy. It was like going to heaven. He rose up on his knees a hand lifting her butt keeping their loins still joined. He pulled her, so that the back of her thighs lay on his thighs, closer still till he knew the length and girth of his cock wouldn't allow him to pull her closer. He knew this time she wouldn't be able to take all of him but next time they would. Saint Ch. 02 He fucked her with short, sharp controlled strokes, one hand holding her waist, while his free hand flicked her clit. In no time she was shuttling off to O-land. She looked like a witch in the darkest throes of pleasure with her dark hair in a puddle on the sheets. Her head rolling side to side, her eyes tightly shut, her fist in her mouth to shut in the inevitable scream. Her pussy contracting over his cock set him off and soon he was groaning as he poured his seed. He lay over her for a while catching his breath. She held onto him, caressing his back, pressing kisses on his face. He rolled over to his back disposing of the condom before holding her tightly to himself so that she ended up lying half over him. They were silent for a while before he broke the silence. "So what does this mean?" "Friends with benefits." She said in a tone that brooked no argument. "Friends with benefits, I guess." He returned, though the stiffness of the arm around her shoulder said different.