Taming the Beast

“Not even your name?”

“Especially not that.”

I looked at the ground as he watched me. I figured that he wondered what my deal was, but I didn’t offer up any information.

“I’m sorry for—” he started.

“No.” This stopped him, and he continued to look at me while I stared at the tips of my sensible black shoes, with the heels not too high and not too short.

His face was only a few inches from mine. A breeze caused the smell of his skin to waft over me, and I closed my eyes as a buzz started inside of me even stronger than the alcohol had caused. I knew that whatever happened between me and this man was beyond my control, at least for this night. I was tired and hurt and angry, and I had no fight left in me. I didn’t want to think about why he was doing this. I didn’t want to think about the fact that he was using me, just as I was using him. His breath hit my mouth, and I finally looked up into his eyes. He looked a little confused but also turned on, and his eyes were incredibly blue even in just the faint light from the streetlamp. He really was amazingly sexy, and the heat from his body was making me hot, too. I wanted to just let go and forget that my life was not what I had dreamed of when I was a little girl, before I stumbled into Monster Land.

Maybe I could pretend for just a little while that things could be different.

“What do you want?” he said, his lips a breath away from mine.

“To surrender.”

He pulled back enough to look into my eyes, and saw that I meant it. He grabbed my briefcase with his free hand and walked down the sidewalk, tugging me along by the other hand. The place he was staying really was only around the corner, so it took about two minutes to get there.

He opened the door to the apartment and I walked in first to a small foyer cluttered with running shoes, mail, and various work out gear littering the floor. There was a small table in the foyer with a few Maxim magazines strewn on top. Definitely a bachelor pad, I thought. He followed me in, and put my briefcase on the floor, but I stayed in the foyer, unsure for the first time. I heard his keys hit the table and the door shut, but he kept the lights off so the only light came from the windows across the room that overlooked the street. He stood behind me in the dark and didn’t speak, and suddenly the moment felt very intimate.

He put his hands on my shoulders, curled his fingers into the collar of my suit jacket, and pulled it down my arms from behind slowly, exposing my plain white silk tank top. He let the backs of his fingers drag down the skin of my arms, and I leaned into him, dropping my head back to his shoulder as he tossed my jacket on the floor. He put his hands on my waist and turned me around to face him.

“I’m Jeremy,” he said, as I slid my arms around his neck and then his mouth was on mine. His tongue licked into my mouth and I no longer had any doubt about what I was doing. The creature was hidden away, and I was grateful. He swept his tongue slowly, oh so slowly against mine, over and over again. My whole body tingled like my hand had earlier. I moved my hands up his neck into the

back of his hair, and my fingers pulled gently. He moaned, wrapped one arm around my back and pulled me tight to him, so the fingers of his hand rested on the side of my breast.

I felt his erection pressing against my stomach and I ached almost painfully. His other hand pulled my silk tank out of the waistband of my skirt, while his fingers gently touched my stomach. I sucked in a breath and pulled away from his kiss, shocked by the feeling of almost being burned where his fingers had touched me. He was just as turned on as I was, his dick was hard against my stomach, and I was so wet already that I was embarrassed about what he would think when he realized it.

I hadn’t felt this type of chemistry with a man in six years, and for a second I considered leaving because I should have been scared. But the pull between us felt like a gift, almost as if I had been granted a reprieve from my pain and my sorrow, so instead of feeling scared, I felt alive.

He took his arm from around my back and used both hands to lift my tank top from the bottom, up over my head. I lifted my arms to help him, expecting him to kiss me again when it was off, but he didn’t. He just stared while still holding my tank in one hand. He was looking at my pink, lacy, see-through bra, and I have to admit it was sexy as hell. I’m sure it was unexpected for him considering what I was wearing over it.

Adrenaline rushed through my body again as I watched him watching me, his eyes roaming slowly over my generous breasts. They looked about to spill over the demi cups of the bra. My breasts were my favorite feature, since everything else about me was generous too, including my hips and butt and thighs. I figured it was only fair that my breasts were big, too. I loved them, and never more so than now when they seemed to turn him on so much. He breathed heavily, and his eyes were half-closed.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes,” he growled, as he threw my tank on the floor, sank down on his knees in front of me and reached up to unzip my skirt. He yanked it down my legs so I could step out of it. The matching pink, lacy thong with the delicate bow made him pause briefly, but he shook his head a little as he said in a deep voice, “I can’t believe you hide all this.”

He lifted my feet one at a time to remove my heels, and tossed them on the floor behind him. When he didn’t immediately stand up, I put my hands on his shoulders for balance. He looked up at me, placed his hands on the back of my thighs just above my knees, and very slowly leaned his face in toward my thong. He stunned me when he rested his face at the top of my thighs and inhaled gently. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, the pleasure of that moment causing me to feel almost weightless. I moaned as he slid his hands up the back of my thighs to cup my ass, and pulled me closer to his face so he could inhale again. The ache inside was on the verge of being painful, and I realized I might come without him even getting me naked.

My hands grabbed his t-shirt and made fists on his shoulders. He dragged one hand from my ass around to the front of my thong. His index finger slipped underneath the lace at the side of my thong, and dragged down past my heated center until the pad of his finger gently rubbed my folds.

My legs started to shake and he said, “Look at me.” I looked down and he dragged his finger back up to my hard core. He stared into my eyes as he rubbed twice before I cried out and came so hard that I got lightheaded and my knees buckled. The aftershocks were almost as intense as the initial orgasm, and when I was able to make sense of things again, he had stood up and pressed me against the wall.

“Oh my God,” I said, as I shuddered. I was still so turned on that all I could think about, all I cared about at that moment, was him. He gripped me tightly, surrounded me completely as he held me up. I grabbed onto his arms for support, and he was so strong and I felt so feminine, that in a way I had never felt more powerful in my life.

“You are so beautiful,” he said very softly, as if he was afraid to spook me. “Say your name.”

“Rose,” I said, because at that point I had no ability to deny him anything.

As he stared into my eyes he said, “Rose, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life.”

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to kiss me. Apparently he had sucked on his finger, because I tasted myself on his tongue as he slid it slowly against my own. These were the most sensual kisses I had ever experienced, our lips and tongues slowly rubbed against each other, and I never wanted it to end. I ran my hands down his back and felt the muscles flex underneath his t-shirt. I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, breaking our kiss.

“Come to the bedroom,” he said, as he practically dragged me down the hallway. I tripped over my shoes and started to laugh and he stopped, leaned down and scooped me up, and continued striding toward his room. Before I could wonder at what felt like a romantic gesture, he had stood me on the floor next to his bed. He moved away from me to kick the bedroom door closed, then he pushed me back onto the bed and covered me with his body. Our kisses became desperate with really no finesse at all, just grinding and biting while our hands started to wander.

“I want your clothes off,” I said, as I pushed his chest so he would move off of me. He rolled onto his back on the bed, while I knelt next to him still in my bra and thong. I dragged my fingers down his stomach and his muscles contracted with every touch. His chest, arms and stomach were even more defined than I had imagined in the bar. He was beautiful. He reached behind me with one hand and unhooked my bra. My breasts spilled out as I shrugged the bra off and threw it on the floor.