Large firm hands grip my upper arms, and my knees almost give way from the indescribable burning feeling that explodes through my body. It’s not like putting your hand on a hot stove, it’s not painful – far from it. It’s the most erotic feeling I’ve ever felt in my life, like the ultimate orgasm after hours of edging.
I look back, my head slowly tilting up to find the face that belongs to these hands, and my heart begins to pound erratically when I look up to see those same piercing silver eyes staring down at me with unfathomable reverence. Sweet fucking Jesus, he’s massive! He has to be 7’9” and built like a Sherman Tank. My breathing hitches, and part of me wonders how he got to me so fast, but the other part doesn’t care. My whole body is singing from his touch and yet, is put at ease by it at the same time.
His hand ever so softly glides up my arm like he’s touching the finest China, eliciting a shiver from me as my eyes roll back. His fingers slowly trail across my shoulder and up my neck and I feel the pad of this thumb brush against my lips. On instinct, I pucker my lips against his thumb and tease my tongue against his flesh ever so slightly. When I finally will my eyes open, I gasp at the intensity of the eyes looking down at me. They’re shining even brighter than before! How is that possible? He takes my gasp as an invitation and slips his large thumb into my mouth, his eyes speaking a command that my own soul seems to hear loud and clear.
I suck on his thumb, twirling my tongue around it to give him an idea of what else my tongue can twirl around, and slowly he starts backing us into a corner, his eyes never looking away from me for even a second. I don’t even think he’s blinking. He frees his thumb from my mouth and slowly lets his fingers graze down my chest as he slides his hand into my dress, cupping my breast possessively. I suck in a deep breath only to let out a mewl of pleasure when I feel his wet thumb brush back and forth over my nipple. I feel my nipples harden and my breathing becomes laboured as his touch sets my body aflame.
I force my eyes open to look at him; searching his masked face for answers to questions I can’t even create yet. Our surroundings fade into the background as I grip his thick, muscular thighs and press my body back against him, feeling his very large and very hard dick pressing against my back. My head swims trying to picture what he’s working with as I work my body against him and register the rapid rising and falling of his chest.
As his thumb continues to tease my nipple; his hand sliding from one breast to the other to give my breasts equal attention, I feel his other hand glide up my oiled-up thigh. I take a deep breath, my body coiled in anticipation as I watch his hand travel slowly up my inner thigh and cup my pussy firmly and possessively. I whimper as his mere touch sets my insides on fire while my body completely surrenders to his display of dominance. Such a simple gesture, but one that screams that my pussy is now his and his alone, and the shocking thing about that is that I don’t mind in the slightest.
His fingers slowly rub me through my panties, my juices soaking through the fabric. His touch is strong and powerful mixed with the perfect amount of tenderness to make my clit swell and throb for him and my pussy clench; pulsating like it’s begging to be filled. I bite into my lip hard biting back a moan as he pinches my folds around my clit and begins to rub with perfect precision. I throw my head back against his chest as my knees buckle, but his arm around my chest holds me in place, keeping me upright against him.
One hand is teasing and tweaking my nipple while the other is teasing and pinching not just my clit but my entire pussy too. My hips buck of their own volition, crying out for his touch while my body writhes against him, tingling in delight when I feel his hard cock twitching against my back. He wants to be inside me as badly as I want to feel him inside me. He doesn’t even try to make me touch him, and the way he has me pinned against him, I can’t even manoeuvre my arm back enough between us to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.
As he alternates massaging my breasts I feel him lower his head and brush his lips against the shell of my ear, his beard tickling my heated flesh as he slowly slides his hand into my panties. A breathy moan escapes me the second I feel his fingers skim over my clit finding their way to their destination with ease. I start to moan as I feel his finger slip inside me to test the waters, but quickly his other hand covers my mouth, muffling my moan against his palm. Feeling how stretched out and ready I am for him; he slides in a second finger causing me to dig my nails into his thighs.
His hold on me keeps me standing upright as he begins working his fingers inside me in a come-here motion with ferocious precision while rubbing his palm against my clit. Wild uninhibited moans fly from my mouth only to meet the flesh of his palm over and over again.
I feel his breath tickle my ear. “Your pleasure is only for my ears to hear, and I hear your seductive cries loud and clear,” comes his deep bass voice causing every synapse to fire at once. My entire body lights up like the 4th of July at the sound of his voice as it speaks to parts of me I never knew existed, and as I try to process them, his pace increases, his fingers working inside me like he’s a trained musician and I’m his favourite instrument. I cling to his forearms, clawing at the fabric of his jacket, breathing heavily against his hand when I suddenly – as if coming from his own hand – feel a powerful electric shock shoot through my pussy. My eyes blow wide, and I scream out in unbridled ecstasy against his hand as the force of the shock rapidly brings on the most intense orgasm of my entire life.
My body quivers and shakes, my legs no longer able to hold me up as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashes over me and all I see is black spots dancing in my vision. I barely register his fingers withdrawing from me as I slump back against him, panting and still quivering like I just stuck my finger in a socket, but in the best way possible. I feel him fix my dress and place the most tender kiss behind my ear, that despite our crude display, suddenly makes me feel cherished.
“We’ll meet again, Starlight,” he whispers, as he slowly releases his hold on me.
I manage to summon enough coherency to turn around and speak, to ask the man whose touch is like fire for his name or something, but all I see is wall. I look around in confusion, the air now suddenly feeling cool against my sweat-coated flesh. I look around wildly, briefly questioning if I’ve been drugged or am just going insane, but the still presenting tingling in my body and throbbing in my pussy is all the proof I need to know I did not imagine that.
“Gabriella, is everything alright?” I hear Derrick’s concerned voice. He comes up and places his hands on my shoulders and suddenly, his touch doesn’t feel comforting like it used to. It feels wrong, dirty almost and so in reflex I pull away from his touch leaving him looking surprised. “What’s wrong?” He asks as Wyatt comes to stand beside him, lifting his mask to show an equally concerned face.
I take one more look around the crowd, but still no sign of my mystery man. I guess he took the Mystery Sinner’s theme to heart.
Staring off in bewilderment, my body still reels from the most unbelievable orgasm as the image of piercing silver eyes flood my mind. “Who was that masked man?”
As I appear in front of the familiar, large beachfront estate I remove my mask and discard it on the ground. I stare up at the pristine white compound as the sounds of the beach waves echo against the rustling of lush palm trees. I sense two celestial bodies inside, but it’s only one I care about. As I storm towards the double doors, that sweet scent of bubble gum and cream sickle continues to swirl around my brain, consuming every fibre of my being. My hands still burn like fire from her touch, sending pleasure coursing through this vessel I call a body. My heart continues to beat erratically and as I effortlessly slam my hands against the doors, blowing them to smithereens, it’s not the sound of shattering wood that I hear. No, it’s the sound of her sweet orgasmic moans as she came on my fingers. I can still feel the way her tight pussy quivered and clenched around them, so tight as if to hold me there and continue to bring her pleasure, and I wanted to. Fuck, how I wanted to. I m
The pain of my skull being ripped apart by the jaws of life is the first thing I feel as I start to open my eyes. I clutch my head as if the action will somehow dull the agony – not that it ever has. However, this is by far the worst migraine I’ve ever had. I slowly roll over, and through squinted eyes pick the small bottle of painkillers off my nightstand. I pop open the cap with my teeth and spit it across the room as I pour a couple of pills into my mouth. I grab my water bottle and skull the water, downing the pills in the process. With languid movements, I pull myself out of bed, drag myself downstairs, and lay myself down on the couch directly under the sunlight streaming through my loft window. Almost immediately I can feel the simultaneous expanding and crushing sensations waring in my skull slowly begin to dissipate. I know it doesn’t make any sense. All forms of light are meant to be triggering and known to worsen migraines. I can’t tell you why natural light eases mine; it
I lean back in my chair just as the waitress walks over and places what I can only describe as a plate of grass in front of Derrick who smiles and thanks her. “What can I get you to eat or drink?” she asks me, but my eyes are focused on the monstrosity in front of Derrick. “What is that?” I ask him. “My lunch?” “Yes, but what IS it?” I ask in horror. “It’s s salad,” he asks in bewilderment. “No, no, no. That is not a salad. That is food for sheep and people who do yoga, and you are neither a sheep nor someone who does yoga.” I turn my attention to the waitress, “I will have the eggs benedict with extra bacon on the side, and he will have the same,” I instruct with a broad smile. “Umm…” she drawls hesitantly, probably thinking I’m a controlling bitch. “I will also give you a thirty-dollar tip.” “Two eggs benedict with extra bacon coming right up,” she says brightly before dashing downstairs to the kitchen. “Gabriella,” Derrick sighs. “Don’t go saying my name with that exaspe
The lights are flashing, the music is pumping, the drinks are flowing, and I’m drowning in tips. Let’s be real, how many people can say they have a job that is genuinely fun and exciting? I know it’s a pretty common practice for people to hate and complain about their jobs, but I love mine. I get to spend paid time somewhere that’s like a second home to me, surrounded by all my friends and for the most part, really nice patrons. I’m either working behind the bar, or I’m up on stage dancing like there’s no tomorrow and gracing the crowd with the voice nature gave me. I couldn’t imagine being stuck behind a desk, or worse, working retail. I shudder at the thought. The music transitions into playing that summer banger from a few years back Rush by Troye Sivan and almost immediately I see several shirts come off on the dancefloor. My eyes lock with Cassandra who is working behind the bar with me, as we begin to sing and dance along while we serve the customers. “Can I get two Singapore
I freeze with my hand on the door handle as every libidinous thought quickly exits my brain. I slowly turn to face my former seducer with distrustful eyes. “What did you just call me?” I ask. He quirks a bushy but sculpted brow, “Gabriella?” “How the hell do you know my name?” I ask accusingly as the redhead looks between us in amusement, taking a shot of tequila and downing it like it was water. “I asked around,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “Bullshit,” I clap back, crossing my arms over my chest. The look of shock on this man’s face is as if no one has ever dared speak back to him. Well, he’s in for a rude awakening. I don’t care if he has the body of a 28-year-old Adonis with hair whiter than pure amphetamines. “Why exactly do you think that’s bullshit?” he asks with genuine curiosity. “Because we have a code here, no one on staff refers to anyone by their real name and we sure as fuck don’t go handing out each other’s personal and private information to strangers. It’s a safety
“Talk. Okay, sure,” I say, taking out my earbuds and placing them on my coffee table along with my bag. “You can talk about how the hell we are now in my apartment and how the fuck you know where I live?” I almost screech at him. “I believe you humans describe it as teleporting,” he says nonchalantly, but with a defensive crease in his eyes. “You humans? Oh, right, because you’re a God,” I mock. “I don’t appreciate the derision in your voice and I’m not the type of person to tolerate being mocked. You almost got yourself killed and had I not been watching you–” “I knew it! I KNEW you were watching me!” I exclaim, relieved to know that feeling I had all night wasn’t in my head. “And it’s a good thing I was, or your fragile form would have been a corpse on the sidewalk!” he booms with such ferocity I swear it makes the entire room shake. He takes a breath and composes himself, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice,” he apologises looking contrite. “I need a drink,” I say as
I have existed longer than anyone can even begin to comprehend. In that time I have witnessed the birth of galaxies and have even destroyed a few. I have power beyond one's wildest dreams and yet, standing inside that tiny loft, telling that curvaceous and fragile spitfire what I am and what she is to me, I’ve never felt more powerless and insignificant. She confounds me in ways no one ever has. I don’t even know her and yet I find myself already changing around her. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say she’s turning me into someone I used to be. Someone I thought died a long time ago. As I pour myself a large drink, I feel the air shift and I look up to see Ezillus standing bright-eyed in my living area. “So, how did everything go?” they ask with a shit-eating grin as they lazily sit down on my lapis circular sectional placing their feet up on my marble coffee table. I walk out from around the bar sipping my drink, “Get your feet off my table,” I bark, walking over and sitting on
“Holy shit that worked,” she says in surprise. I smirk at the adorable, shocked look on her face. “I’m surprised you called for me so soon. Or were you just testing to see if it would work?” I ask, quirking a curious brow. I know she told me not to, but I just can’t help myself, I’m dying to know what she’s thinking. 'Fuck me, even with his hair up in a ponytail he looks fine as hell! Definitely love the hair down more though, means something I can grab onto,' she muses to herself. Now this is a train of thought I greatly enjoy and hope to one day put into action. She straightens up, pours two large glasses of wine and picks up a notepad off the coffee table, my eyes following her every move with obsessive accuracy. “I have decided that there are too many things I don’t know or understand, and before I can make any type of decision about you there are questions I need answered,” she says firmly. Curious to see where this is going, I take a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, “W