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Helene found herself sinking into his whirlpool of need for her. His lips came down on hers and her mouth was already open for him. His passion pounded down upon her like surf upon a beach and he bore her down with him so that everything faded away, all the traffic sounds and car horns and the squealing of the elevated train. She was aware of nothing but the delicious heat of his mouth and the desperate hunger of his hands—one on her breast, the other holding her head still for his kiss.
When he released her she felt as though her legs might buckle beneath her.
“Do you have to go back?”
She looked up at him from where she huddled back against the door. Her need for him had blossomed within her like some huge tropical flower.
“No,” she said. “I can call back sick.”
“Then do it. My place isn’t far from here.”
* * * * *
She was breathless with desire and he walked her along so quickly that she almost had to skip to keep up as they dodged through the downtown crowds. They were like two people taken suddenly ill and in the elevator on the way up to his place he turned to her as soon as the doors closed and took her face in his hands, pressing her back against the wall and letting her feel his hardness as he kissed her with that same blinding passion he’d shown her outside. Helene was gasping and almost staggering as he propelled her along the short hallway to his front door.
His place turned out to be a converted industrial loft with one large sitting room and a hallway in the back connecting to the two bedrooms and bath. She hardly got to see any of it for as soon as they were inside in the darkness he turned to her again and pulled her coat halfway down her shoulders, held it there and pushed the fabric behind her so that her arms were trapped in the sleeves and she was again helpless against him. Whatever those feelings were he’d mentioned earlier, they involved binding her, holding her so that she was defenseless before him and she loved it. All she could do was stand there and shudder as his lips found her mouth, then slid along her face and down her throat. She felt utterly taken, consumed by his passion for her.
He let go of her and stepped slowly away. “Don’t move.”
“Where are you going?” she asked breathlessly.
“Just don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He left her standing near the front door with her coat hanging from her arms like a cape and he turned and disappeared into the back of the loft. He returned in only a moment, his jacket and coat gone, pulling black leather gloves over his hands. He turned her around and pulled off her coat and threw it aside, but when Helene went to turn back to face him he stopped her. He placed one hand over her mouth and pulled her back against him and Helene heard a sharp mechanical click. He raised his hand and she saw that he held a knife, a wickedly shining piece of steel that he pressed against her throat so that the flat part chilled her skin. Her eyes went wide with sudden fear.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered in her ear. “You know that, don’t you?”
Very cautiously, Helene nodded her head, though why she trusted this man she couldn’t say, any more than she could say why the taste of the leather glove over her mouth and the feel of the cold steel excited her so much. The smooth flat of the knife pressed against her neck, the hard bar of his cock prodded her ass through her skirt. She felt herself gush with helpless acquiescence.
Slowly he withdrew the knife and she felt the cold hardness linger like a kiss upon her skin. He was breathing hard and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he held her against him. As his hand came away she could see the knife now, the blade maybe four inches long, leaf-shaped and symmetric, bright, cold silver in the dimness.
“You and I, we’re the same,” he said softly. “We like things like this, intense and on the edge. We like playing in the
When he released her she felt as though her legs might buckle beneath her.
“Do you have to go back?”
She looked up at him from where she huddled back against the door. Her need for him had blossomed within her like some huge tropical flower.
“No,” she said. “I can call back sick.”
“Then do it. My place isn’t far from here.”
* * * * *
She was breathless with desire and he walked her along so quickly that she almost had to skip to keep up as they dodged through the downtown crowds. They were like two people taken suddenly ill and in the elevator on the way up to his place he turned to her as soon as the doors closed and took her face in his hands, pressing her back against the wall and letting her feel his hardness as he kissed her with that same blinding passion he’d shown her outside. Helene was gasping and almost staggering as he propelled her along the short hallway to his front door.
His place turned out to be a converted industrial loft with one large sitting room and a hallway in the back connecting to the two bedrooms and bath. She hardly got to see any of it for as soon as they were inside in the darkness he turned to her again and pulled her coat halfway down her shoulders, held it there and pushed the fabric behind her so that her arms were trapped in the sleeves and she was again helpless against him. Whatever those feelings were he’d mentioned earlier, they involved binding her, holding her so that she was defenseless before him and she loved it. All she could do was stand there and shudder as his lips found her mouth, then slid along her face and down her throat. She felt utterly taken, consumed by his passion for her.
He let go of her and stepped slowly away. “Don’t move.”
“Where are you going?” she asked breathlessly.
“Just don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He left her standing near the front door with her coat hanging from her arms like a cape and he turned and disappeared into the back of the loft. He returned in only a moment, his jacket and coat gone, pulling black leather gloves over his hands. He turned her around and pulled off her coat and threw it aside, but when Helene went to turn back to face him he stopped her. He placed one hand over her mouth and pulled her back against him and Helene heard a sharp mechanical click. He raised his hand and she saw that he held a knife, a wickedly shining piece of steel that he pressed against her throat so that the flat part chilled her skin. Her eyes went wide with sudden fear.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered in her ear. “You know that, don’t you?”
Very cautiously, Helene nodded her head, though why she trusted this man she couldn’t say, any more than she could say why the taste of the leather glove over her mouth and the feel of the cold steel excited her so much. The smooth flat of the knife pressed against her neck, the hard bar of his cock prodded her ass through her skirt. She felt herself gush with helpless acquiescence.
Slowly he withdrew the knife and she felt the cold hardness linger like a kiss upon her skin. He was breathing hard and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he held her against him. As his hand came away she could see the knife now, the blade maybe four inches long, leaf-shaped and symmetric, bright, cold silver in the dimness.
“You and I, we’re the same,” he said softly. “We like things like this, intense and on the edge. We like playing in the
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