Taken (Dark Desires 1)

“I haven’t given him an answer. He forced me to take the ring with me, to think over my decision. But last night, when we had sex, I wasn’t and am still not engaged,” she said.

A silence hung between them for a few seconds. Frank was breathing hard. She could see how his knuckles had turned white as he gripped the glass tightly in his hand. It was like he didn’t believe a word of what she was saying.

“Frank…” Veronica said, taking a few steps towards him. Thankfully he didn’t move away this time, but neither did he reach for her.

“I didn’t say yes because I’m torn, don’t you see that?” she said and he clenched his jaw.

“But you didn’t say no either,” he said and Veronica could only stare back at him.

In a flash he had slammed the glass down on the counter and taken two long steps in her direction. She was in his arms and Veronica let out a sigh of relief. She had spent the whole day yearning, craving for his touch and now finally she could have it.

“I’m sorry, Veronica. For losing my temper at you. I don’t want to push you to make a decision, that was not my intention,” he said and she looked up at him.

“I thought you didn’t care about me any more. That you were suddenly bored of me,” she said with a quivering lip. Frank lowered his face so he could kiss her. Their kiss this time was soft and meaningful. His hands remained on her arms, keeping her close to his chest. When he pulled away, Veronica looked up at him again.

“I haven't made my decision yet, because I don’t want to lose you, Frank,” she admitted and he nodded his head.

“But Calvin is the right choice for you, isn’t he?” he asked, and she noticed the change in his tone.

“We have a history together,” she said and Frank nodded his head.

“And no baggage,” he added and Veronica looked away from him.

He had tightened his grip on her arm and she could now feel his heart beating against hers.

“I don’t know what to do, Frank. I’m so sorry that it upsets you. I don’t mean to keep you hanging like this,” she said and Frank hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head so that he could look down at her face. A soft, encouraging smile ha

d formed on his lips.

“You’re not keeping me hanging, Veronica. You’re only filling my life with joy. I was afraid of losing you too, which is why I got angry,” he said and she bit down on her lip. It was getting harder and harder for her to control the feelings of arousal that were coursing through her veins.

“You haven’t lost me yet, Frank,” she said, almost in a whisper and he smiled. His fingers found their way down, and then under her blouse till he found the snap of her bra. She felt her bra straps sliding down her arms. Frank helped to pull them off and they fell to the floor.

“No, I haven’t lost you yet,” he said as he undid the buttons on her jeans and thrust his hand in, under her panties, till she could feel his fingers slipping into her again.

Frank was bringing her to the brink of an orgasm, as he continued to push his two fingers into the soft deep core of her. He held her tightly with his other hand and they stood pressed together, in the middle of the living room. Veronica noted that all the lights were on, the curtains at the windows weren’t drawn and they had never had sex in the living room before. A thrill ran down her spine, as though they were doing something dangerous tonight.

Frank’s breathing was heavy and he thrust his chin towards her as he kept stroking her wet center. His fingers had found their way in, deep into that spot she knew was going to make her come.

Her fingernails dug into Frank’s biceps as she clung to him, her eyes rolling in her head from the pleasure. He hadn’t even bothered to roll down her jeans, he just held her in that position while he made her inch closer and closer to the brink.

“Don’t stop, Frank, please don’t stop,” she cried and just as she said it, she felt him sliding his fingers out of her. When his hand was out from under her jeans, he held her by the waist lightly, looking down at her. She was quivering, her thighs were still shaking from coming so close to an orgasm.

“I can see your nipples. They look like they want to be sucked,” he said, with a soft smile dancing on his lips. He lifted his left hand and it found her pert bare nipple, through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Veronica moaned, as he pinched her nipple. She had never thought she could feel this much pleasure in pain. He squeezed her breast and toyed with her sensitive erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“You have to beg me,” he muttered, keeping his eyes focused on her.

“Please, Frank. Please!” she cried, digging her nails deeper into his biceps.

“Show me what you want,” he said and she drew away from him. She hurried to strip herself of her clothes. First her blouse, then her tight jeans and followed by her panties. Within a minute, Veronica was standing completely naked in front of him, with not a stitch of clothing on her. Frank on the other hand was fully clothed. He was in his crisp dark suit and starched white shirt, replete with textured blue cufflinks. He hadn’t even loosened his navy tie yet.

“Show me, Veronica,” he said, stepping back. He wanted to see her in full naked view. She could sense his hungry eyes on her, and when she looked down she saw the raging erection in his pants. But he still didn’t make a move to take his cock out.

She got down on her knees, on the soft fawn colored carpet and then sat down. With her open palms supporting her body, she spread out her legs, opening them wide so that he could see how wet she was. How badly she wanted him inside her.

Frank stood over her, watching her for a few seconds more. Then his hands went to the zip on his pants. Then the buttons and slowly, but surely, his pants came sliding down to the floor.