Loving The Enemy

“What were you supposed to do, how was the night supposed to end?”

“It was an auction for…for charity. Dinner and dancing at a later date.” I was trembling now in the face of his dark anger. Maybe Simone had gone too far? And where was she when I was about to be killed?

“You were planning for someone else to see you like this? Why else would you wear it?” Why else indeed. I’m going to skin Simone when I see her. If I live to get out of this room. He didn’t give me a chance to answer, but instead moved me back towards his big sprawling bed that took up almost one complete wall of the room.

“Well, since I’ve already bought and paid for you… twice, let’s see just what it is that I paid for shall we?” If my mouth dropped any farther my lips would drag the floor. “Storm….”

“Shut up, just shut the hell up.” My legs trembled but I was no longer sure if it was from fear or excitement. In all fairness this was just the sort of reaction Simone had predicted. Only she told me he wouldn’t be here for at least another day, after the article came out. Maybe then he would’ve had some time to calm the hell down.

I didn’t utter a sound as he laid me back across the bed and stood back to remove his clothes. Was this really happening to me again? Why is it that whenever I get within spitting distance of this man I always end up in the most compromising positions? There was still time, I could still demand he let me go and I was sure he would let me. At least I was almost certain.

But in the time that he’d been away and with Simone nattering away in my ear, I’d come to realize and accept that I felt more than a slight attraction to him. I should’ve known when I let him do all those things to me on the dance floor and again in the restaurant that I was more than a little in love with him.

But what must he think? This was only our second date, and this one couldn’t really be construed as that. This was so confusing. I knew what I was prepared to do if things had played out the way Simone had promised. I would’ve had time to get used to the idea of going the distance. But would one more day have made so much difference?

I don’t know, I can’t think and there was no time left. My time had ran out. He was naked now, standing between my thighs as I laid back, propped up on my arms unable to resist having a look at him. Oh shit… Should I tell him now that I’m a virgin, and that we might as well call the whole thing off? I’m not learned in sex, but I’ve known since pre-K about fitting shapes into the correct spaces and that thing was never going to fit inside me.

He must’ve seen my hesitation and fear, the fiend, because he took his cock in hand and stroked while planting his knee on the bed between my thighs. I held up a hand as if to ward him off but it was no use. He bit my finger and sucked it into his mouth while something wet and warm dragged across the flesh of my thigh. “You can stop pretending now. I know I might be a little more built than the boys you’re accustomed to playing with, but there’s no need to be afraid of this, it’ll fit.”

I should’ve smacked him there and then, but I had the bright idea that I couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized the truth, that I hadn’t been ‘playing’ with anyone. The pig! I was still going to give him a dressing down but just as I opened my mouth to put him in his place he sucked one of my nipples between his teeth and bit down hard enough that I could feel, but not enough to hurt.

I lost my train of thought when his tongue came into play and that thick length of flesh between his thighs rubbed back and forth along my clit down to the opening of my sex. By the time he was done paying homage to both breasts I was ready to beg him to ease the ache between my thighs.

I need not have worried though, for no sooner had I had the thought than he made his way down my body until his head was between my spread thighs. I stilled in shocked surprise when I felt his fingers holding me open and he spent what felt like minutes just looking at me there.

I tried closing my legs but his terse ‘stay still’ had me obeying without question. My body almost flew off the bed when I felt his tongue. Unlike the last time he went straight for the gusto, driving his rough tongue deep inside me. There was a humming sound, like the moan of someone in distress, or intense pleasure, and it took me a minute to realize that the sound was coming from me.