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Authors: D. H. Sidebottom, R. M. James
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allowing him my name as I for once moved out of myself and did something I would never have dreamt of doing. I mouthed a shush and his eyes narrowed further but he took a deep breath, turned and started to pull me firmly behind him.
His strides were large and wide as his hand covered mine resolutely and securely. I had the feeling he wouldn’t allow me to back out now even if I wanted to, and for some strange reason I found that knowledge heightened my arousal further.
I watched the curve of his muscled back through the material of his faded Black Sabbath t-shirt, the width of his wide shoulders coiled tightly with his rigid posture and a slight sway of his hips dragging my attention to his firm backside enclosed within tight faded grey jeans.
Was he angry? He looked angry but then as we reached the large mirrored wall to the left of the room he turned back to me and smiled softly. Something pulled deep inside me and my mind frantically tried to establish a small something I had maybe tucked away but as soon as it developed it was gone again.
One of the club’s security men nodded to him then pushed a series of numbers into a keypad that was situated into a recess in the wall.
My jaw dropped when a portion of the mirror slid aside, a smooth whoosh sound accompanying the movement and I was transported back to my childhood, watching Star Trek with my father.
He pulled me through the gap and I jumped marginally when it shut behind us. I continued to follow him up a staircase which then opened up into a huge extensive room.
My eyes widened as I took in the living quarters of the club. A ginormous bed was near central in the room, long chains dripping from the canopy above it and resting on the deep grey linen. A small modern kitchenette was situated against one side wall but across from it an office, surrounded by frosted glass, was neatly positioned.
Hottie pulled me further into the space then stopped abruptly and spun round to face me. His eyes were accusing and penetrative and I swallowed as a tiny amount of fear caused a shudder within me.
He seemed to be struggling within himself again and I titled my head to him, silently asking him what was wrong.
“Do you…?” He started to speak and the sound of his voice brought on another strong déjà vu moment and I blinked harshly at him.
“Don’t talk.” I told him with a cruel hiss, pressing the palm of my hand over his mouth to hastily stop him. I didn’t want emotion and the sound of his voice was bringing on too many.
He rolled his lips behind his teeth then inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes slowly.
I watched him quietly, wondering what the hell his problem was but then he suddenly dropped to his knees before me.
He lifted his hands and placed them on my hips and I had the stupid feeling he was kind of worshipping me somehow. It was a strange thought and I quickly brushed it off when his eyes lifted and locked on mine. The fire in them captured my breath and my whole body cried out in desperation when he swiftly yanked up my dress and pushed it to rest against my waist, displaying to him candidly the scrap of black lace covering my wet pussy.
He paused then leant forward and placed his lips against the swell of my stomach just below my belly button. He didn’t kiss me or even taste me with his tongue; he just held his mouth on me for a few seconds and closed his eyes. I could practically hear his soul screaming in both pain and delight, his whole spirit in sorrow and in joy as though they had finally been reunited with an Angel and the Devil together.
He moved lower then, his nose nuzzled between my thighs where he inhaled deeply and a small sigh complemented a soft moan from him. I couldn’t hold back my own groan at his erotic action as I cautiously placed my hands on his head, my fingers curling into the thickness of his soft hair and bringing forth my own torment and pleasure.
His gaze lifted to my face and he kept me locked there
His strides were large and wide as his hand covered mine resolutely and securely. I had the feeling he wouldn’t allow me to back out now even if I wanted to, and for some strange reason I found that knowledge heightened my arousal further.
I watched the curve of his muscled back through the material of his faded Black Sabbath t-shirt, the width of his wide shoulders coiled tightly with his rigid posture and a slight sway of his hips dragging my attention to his firm backside enclosed within tight faded grey jeans.
Was he angry? He looked angry but then as we reached the large mirrored wall to the left of the room he turned back to me and smiled softly. Something pulled deep inside me and my mind frantically tried to establish a small something I had maybe tucked away but as soon as it developed it was gone again.
One of the club’s security men nodded to him then pushed a series of numbers into a keypad that was situated into a recess in the wall.
My jaw dropped when a portion of the mirror slid aside, a smooth whoosh sound accompanying the movement and I was transported back to my childhood, watching Star Trek with my father.
He pulled me through the gap and I jumped marginally when it shut behind us. I continued to follow him up a staircase which then opened up into a huge extensive room.
My eyes widened as I took in the living quarters of the club. A ginormous bed was near central in the room, long chains dripping from the canopy above it and resting on the deep grey linen. A small modern kitchenette was situated against one side wall but across from it an office, surrounded by frosted glass, was neatly positioned.
Hottie pulled me further into the space then stopped abruptly and spun round to face me. His eyes were accusing and penetrative and I swallowed as a tiny amount of fear caused a shudder within me.
He seemed to be struggling within himself again and I titled my head to him, silently asking him what was wrong.
“Do you…?” He started to speak and the sound of his voice brought on another strong déjà vu moment and I blinked harshly at him.
“Don’t talk.” I told him with a cruel hiss, pressing the palm of my hand over his mouth to hastily stop him. I didn’t want emotion and the sound of his voice was bringing on too many.
He rolled his lips behind his teeth then inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes slowly.
I watched him quietly, wondering what the hell his problem was but then he suddenly dropped to his knees before me.
He lifted his hands and placed them on my hips and I had the stupid feeling he was kind of worshipping me somehow. It was a strange thought and I quickly brushed it off when his eyes lifted and locked on mine. The fire in them captured my breath and my whole body cried out in desperation when he swiftly yanked up my dress and pushed it to rest against my waist, displaying to him candidly the scrap of black lace covering my wet pussy.
He paused then leant forward and placed his lips against the swell of my stomach just below my belly button. He didn’t kiss me or even taste me with his tongue; he just held his mouth on me for a few seconds and closed his eyes. I could practically hear his soul screaming in both pain and delight, his whole spirit in sorrow and in joy as though they had finally been reunited with an Angel and the Devil together.
He moved lower then, his nose nuzzled between my thighs where he inhaled deeply and a small sigh complemented a soft moan from him. I couldn’t hold back my own groan at his erotic action as I cautiously placed my hands on his head, my fingers curling into the thickness of his soft hair and bringing forth my own torment and pleasure.
His gaze lifted to my face and he kept me locked there
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