An Eye For An Eye (The Club)

“You are magnificent.” He groaned leaving me mystified at what he’s focused on now. “I wish you could see how pink your lips are down here. Lush, delicate and slick all for me. I bet you taste sweet and tart like your fresh mouth up here.” He’s talking about my pussy and I feel a rush course through me from the neck down. I might be blind but knowing he’s staring at my most private parts leaves my heart and soul defenseless to him. Lorand taps my lips playfully and pushes me down on the counter. His finger pressed my lips open and my teeth part letting him in. He kissed my mouth letting his thick tongue play with mine.

He speaks against my lips. “The first rule is that you don’t get to come until I give you permission. Can you do that?” Open mouthed and panting from his kiss I don’t know what to say, so I nodded yes.

He kisses me again dipping down. I let my fingers touch the base of his skull and with one hand he takes my arms and pushes them above my head holding me still. I should feel claustrophobic. I should feel afraid, but what I feel is an overwhelming sense of being alright after having waited so long for him to take me like this. A part of me locked deep inside acknowledges on some level that this is perfectly acceptable with him. I never wanted this connection with Ella and I lose focus trying to touch the silky fuzz on top of his shaved head.

Laughing between kisses he tells me. “I have a feeling you’re going to be very bad at taking directions.”

“You’ve only figured that out just now?” Our lips meet again aligning perfectly in my dark world and I let myself fall over the edge into the abyss of feelings Lorand conjured within me. I’m safe with him despite how messed up everything else seems.

“So many things I need to tell you, explain to you but not tonight.” I’m nodding because those secrets that might tear us apart can wait. I want him too much to care about anything else.

“Tomorrow.” I say and I feel him nod against me giving me another soul stealing kiss.

“Can I show you what it could be like?”

The fact that he’s asking my permission seals the deal. I would do anything to feel like this as addicted as I as for him. “Yes.” I whisper against his lips that hungrily return to mine seeking more. His large hands cup the arc of my back pulling me closer to him. My breasts to his still clothed chest. Warmth spreads up my spine like a wildfire only he can control and I dare him to do his worst by sneaking touches here and there forcing him to relinquish my hips and toss my arms back over my head.

His kiss is asphyxiating in the best way possible turning my air into his and vice versa. Who needs vision when his touch creates explosions of color? His tongue probed the recesses tickling the back of my throat deeply in long controlled strokes. If I wasn’t following his lead and breathing as he was I’d probably suffocate willingly, tumbling down a path so wicked only he could save me.

“From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. It was wrong then, you were too young, but then as I grew to know you it became impossible to stay away.”

“I didn’t think you’d notice me and by then you were gone.” I was shaking with need so badly he pets me to calm me down.

“I tortured myself visiting you.”

“Why did you?”

“It was my punishment, my penance. No matter where I went, I always came back. No one, nothing could make me forget you. You have the softest skin and the kindest smile, the kind that makes me want to see you wrap your lips around my cock as I brush your hair back. You have this spot right here….” He touches my shoulder and kisses it sucking on the skin. “God, I’d love to brand you, make you mine.” I think about what that means and how it would feel. My flesh altered to be his and it fills that empty space I guess I always saved for him.

He continued saying deliciously wicked things he planned to do to my body the rest of the night and I agreed to all of it as a single finger probes me below parting swollen lips around my core that felt tightly sprung and pulsing with need. He plays between the flesh circling my center and on my begging whimper he penetrates me so slowly, his thumb circling my clit simultaneously as I arc my back greedy for more. I’d hold the brand myself if he just gave me what I wanted.

“Not yet. You only release the spring when I tell you, Jude.” My whimper is more of a cry as his finger leaves me pulling out so slowly I whine petulantly. He pushes inside again, this time with a pair of fingers torturing me.

“Damn it!” I growl into his face and he chuckled resting his head on my stomach.

“I know you have better manners than that. Such a mouth on you. I must put it to better use another time.”

“Give me that cock of yours and I’ll show you.” He hissed and I knew I had him as worked up as I was. He slipped lower and switches his hands letting the one that was inside me touch my mouth. Tracing my lips, tart musk stings my nostrils with my own heady perfume and taste of arousal.

“This cunt must be made of gold to have so many clamoring for it.” Growling, his vulgar words have a bizarre effect on me making me feel even wetter between my legs if that’s possible. The way he says the hard c in cunt is strangely hot with the letter t snapping my attention like a whip on everything he’s doing to my body. I could orgasm with him just repeating that word over and over again.

He speaks trailing kisses down further nipping at my inner thigh. “Let’s have a taste and compare.” Fingers slipped inside my mouth as his tongue pierces me deeply. My harsh cry is muffled by his thick digits filling my mouth. I’m licking my essence from his fingers with smacking kisses greedy for more.

“Like gold honey?” He asks the rhetorical question and my eyes burn. I want to orgasm so badly now, but he’s stopped moving tormenting me to the edge of sanity. I let my lips close around his wet fingers and suck them hard as his tongue laps around my clit, his mouth sucking it as hard as I suck his fingers encouraging me further. When I feel the roll of my inner muscles he stops and takes his hand back to hold me down again.

Lorand returns to me kissing me hard, mouth to mouth. My taste is even more intense with my essence fresh on his tongue. It’s intoxicating and I’m drunk grabbing for his shoulder pulling and clawing him closer to me. “Definitely gold.” He murmurs and resumes finge

r fucking me and kissing me in tandem until the pressure builds and I’m fighting him as much as I’m trying to crawl inside of him. “Let go Jude. Fall for me, my sweet mouse.” With his permission, I let my body go fluttering into release, the spring bouncing and each wave cresting over like a breaking tide. My mind goes blank, buzzing into the void, a butterfly lost on the wind and Lorand scooped me up leaving the kitchen and placing me in my bed. Content I closed my eyes and focused on breathing until I felt him slip in behind me, holding me against his hard chest.

“That, sweet Jude is just the beginning of what it’s like to submit to me.” If I’d known this was what I’d been missing all this time I would have pushed him sooner all those times he visited me in the dark silence to get my reward.

Ten

LORAND

She slept soundly, and for the first time I am content not pacing the floor or my mind crawling the walls to escape confinement. No outstanding job clouds my mind. I don’t think about my obligations waiting for me in Austin or at the house on Lake Huron when daylight emerges. Not even Sorenson’s ultimatum permeates the time with her. There will be time enough for that, the regular shit will still be there, but these precious moments are mine.

“Good morning.” She rolled over into my arms and I tucked her safely underneath me.