Elizabeth
“Marco, thank you again for everything today.” I smile at the most seductive, beautiful, confident and delicious man I have ever seen sitting across the table with me.
“Elizabeth, don’t thank me. I just wish I’d known sooner so we wouldn’t have gone through everything.”
We’re sitting in The George, an upscale waterfront bistro-style restaurant, having a celebration dinner. I got divorced today.
“You’re right. I know I should have told you sooner but our relationship didn’t start out in a way that we exchanged personal information, if I may remind you.” I look at him cocking an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth. I will never be able to think about that first night with Marco without my breath catching.
The day I met Marco started out just like every other day had for the past three years. Just a link in the chain in this thing called my life. Wake up, punch the clock, perform, go home, go to bed and wake up to do it all over again day after day. I was existing and not really living. I suppose I needed that time initially to heal, to forgive, and to let go of the life I thought I had and the life I’d envisioned I would have. When we’re younger we have these fantasies of what life is going to be like when we grow up. I was recovering from a heartbreak of a life lost and a life I’d never have.
That day I met Marco was already predetermined by destiny. It was the day she’d already planned for me to start living again. On that day I was brought to the world of the living, not the one we go through robotically every day, but the life our souls yearn for, the living we hunger for, a life lived with passion.
“Ms. DiStefano, need I remind you that you didn’t want to give me your phone number, did you?” He leans in closer with that sexual masculinity of his wrapping around me, caressing me with just his presence.
It’s obvious by looking at Marco that he is an extremely sexual being; it oozes from him like his strength, confidence and control. Marco has an aura that promises sheer ecstasy, luring you to him like the serpent enticing Eve to the apple, forbidden and tempting. A woman knows her soul will be lost to him but the rapture she will experience is worth the price. He takes a woman into him with unspoken promises of fulfillment, of fantasies, of things she hasn’t dared to imagine and she gives herself completely. Marco is a man who has perfected dominant sexual masculinity.
I sit back in my chair, thinking about his question.
“You’re actually really thinking about your answer, Elizabeth?” The shock is written all over his face. Not because he’s cocky or arrogant—I’m sure it could be argued that he is—but because of our intense attraction to one another right from that first look from across the room at the bar where we first saw each other.
Marco followed me one night after a girl’s night out and caught me before I fell on my knees and sprawled face first on the sidewalk. He propositioned me before he and I even made any introductions. And I went with him, no names and no idea where he was going to take me. All he said to me was, “Let’s go, Elizabeth,” and I went. This was clearly an impulsive action. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew I wanted to get lost in him. I wanted to get high on him and drown in his glorious seduction. I wanted the ecstasy to burn everything from me and take me to a place where nothing existed but us. He watched me from afar at the bar as if he were stalking me, baiting me, waiting for the right opportunity to come in for his kill. And I died happily that night, over and over again (and this is proof that impulsiveness does make for good decisions). It was the most mind-blowing one-night stand I’d ever had. It turned into many and eventually my ex-husband showed up and tried to kill me.
“Yes, Marco, I am thinking about it because I want it to be an honest answer, not only for you but for me too. You were with me these past couple of weeks and saw what happened when Santino found out about us.”
He looks at me and I can see by his expression that he knows what I mean. “I understand, but all things considered, did you?”
I knew the answer even before he asked the question. I knew it that night when I first laid eyes on him. “Yes, I did, no matter what.”
I feel so much for this man right now, his kindness, his genuineness, his I-don’t-take-any-shit attitude, and his so-much-sexiness, and I know it’s all there in my eyes. He leans toward me and places a gentle kiss on my lips.
As always Marco gets us the table in the corner against the wall, allowing us as much privacy as can be had in a restaurant. I think he also prefers tables with tablecloths, like this one.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Elizabeth,” he says quietly close to my ear, his breath whispering over my heated skin. His hand comes to rest on my thigh.
“Open your legs, Elizabeth.”
Every nerve in my body has just woken up and is sizzling in anticipation of his touch. I have no control over myself, his words are my command and I do whatever he asks me because I know his only intention is to bring me pleasure.
Marco
My life was clear and uncomplicated until I met Elizabeth. She came stumbling into my life, quite literally, and I was more than happy to catch her. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her and enjoy all of the erotic delights I knew I would find there. But she was different and proved to be a challenge. And I never back down from a challenge, especially one as delicious as she is. Her body was an oasis waiting to be discovered and I indulged in all of the forbidden fruits she had waiting to be explored. But she went with me that first night complacent in her decision not to see me again and I was damned if anyone was going to stop me from having what I wanted. And that challenge fueled my desire to be with her again.
I had no desire for a relationship, at least not one in the literal sense. It has been years since I was involved with a woman that way and the last one left me bitter and unable to trust women. To me they seemed to be conniving opportunists and I was not about to let myself get used again, except for sex. I love to make love to women. I love their bodies and how they respond to stimulation. That is what gives me the greatest satisfaction. Driving a woman’s passion until she is mindless, then bringing her to bliss. That’s the greatest turn-on, her mindlessness because of you. And it gets me off, having that control. It is the best fucking aphrodisiac. And I never let my emotions get in the way of getting me off. Control. Over everything. I was always in control with the woman I was with in every way. With Elizabeth I lost control. It was frustrating but fucking hot as hell at the same time.
Then I watched as her life was threatened right in front of me. I thought my brain was going to explode as I was forced to just stand by feeling helpless. I would never let myself or her be in that position ever again where I didn’t have control. That’s why I asked her to move in with me. But there was more to it that I wasn’t being completely honest with myself about. I want more than just her body. I want all of her. I want her to belong to me completely. Yes, I know she would do anything I wanted sexually. That’s not the question. But she’s holding back. She won’t give me her heart and her soul. And that is driving me even more fucking nuts. I don’t know why. I have not wanted a woman so completely in years. But Elizabeth is different. She belongs to me; she just hasn’t admitted it yet.
Right now Elizabeth almost has me losing control of myself. Just that kiss and my dick is hard; she smiles and I get hard, and when she moans my name, I almost lose it. It’s a sick satisfaction I want all the time, over and over again. I don’t like to admit it but she’s got me by the balls and I love it.
Those legs of hers uncross and I imagine them wrapping around my head and the image makes my cock jump and my mouth water remembering her taste on my tongue. Her pretty little ass shifts in her chair as she moves to open her legs for me and I almost groan out loud wanting to bury myself between them. My fingers slide up her silky flesh and brush against her panties, skimming the edge and pushing them aside.
“I can’t wait until I get you home and put those clamps on your beautiful pink nipples, baby.”
Elizabeth
That turned into one of the longest meals I’ve ever had. With Marco’s hand stroking softly between my thighs, teasing me and keeping my arousal humming, and the thought of trying the clamps for the first time tonight, I thought I’d explode from waiting.
“Get the nipple clamps, baby.” His voice is strained from his pent-up desire as well.
We’ve just walked in the door of my apartment and we’re all hands and mouths and teeth and tongues leaving a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom. The box with the clamps Marco gave me as a present tonight are sitting on the nightstand beside my bed. I walk over and take them out of the pink box they came in and hand them to him, my hand almost shaking with excitement.
He strokes the back of one finger across each tip of my breasts and the sensations shoot through me making my flesh bump up all over. A soft moan passes through my slightly parted lips and he lowers his mouth to mine catching the sound.
“I’m going to put them on now, love. Let me know when they’re just right.”
I look at him wide-eyed. “How will I know?” I ask.
His smile broadens wickedly across his face “Oh, believe me, baby, you’ll know.”
He takes one nipple and holds it while slipping the clamp over the hardened tip.
My shoulders push forward and I grimace before I even say, “It hurts a bit.”
There is a little gauge on the side of the clamp that he moves and…oooohh, that feels really good. He studies my face and smiles knowingly.
“Like that, baby,” he says.
“Yes, Marco, just like that.” It comes out low and raspy.
He takes the other nipple and places the clamp on it, adjusting the gauge and my eyelids droop with the stimulation.
“Lie on the bed, on your back, hands over your head, and hold the headboard.”
I climb to the center of the bed, the chain swinging back and forth tugging lightly on my nipples and I groan with the feeling.
Marco follows me onto the bed straddling me and his balls tickle my sex. I bite down on my lip. All of these stimulations are heightened because of the constant arousal of my nipples, and I lift up trying to rub myself against his hanging sac.
My body is screaming for satisfaction, throbbing with need, and if he doesn’t do something about it soon, then I will.
Marco
“You’re almost ready to come. Your heart is beating so hard, your breathing is heavy, your skin is flushed so pretty and pink, and your pussy is glistening it’s so wet.”
Elizabeth’s eyes roll back and a low moan floats from her slightly parted pink lips. I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s on fire. This isn’t going to take long, for either one of us.
I shift down between her legs and spread them wide, admiring the beautiful view. I hold her legs open, pressing down firmly on her thighs until I know that she won’t move them.
“Keep your legs just like this for me, even when I’m inside you.” I force myself to stay focused and move slowly. This is about her pleasure now, not mine.
I see the muscles tense throughout her body, even her inner walls. I know her pussy instinctively clenched at my words; I saw it, followed by a little extra of her juices flowing from her. I need to taste her. I lower my mouth forward while still holding firmly on to her legs and swipe my tongue from her ass all the way to her clit.
“Oh God, Marco…” The words are more of a moan, sounding guttural and deep.
“I know, baby.” The sound of my voice is raw, reflecting the rising need in me. “Just let go and enjoy me.”
Her body reacts and it’s almost visible as she goes from being here to being in our erotic place of abandon. Her head rolls back, her mouth opens just a little and her body arches, jutting those beautiful breasts up with her nipples being bitten by the silver clamps. She has just told me without words, Take me, I am yours to do what you want, and I intend to do just that.
I place my finger on her bare mound and trace the bone at the entrance of her sex, then slide down along the crease of her thighs. The whole lower portion of her body tenses as she holds on tight, fighting the urge to move into my touch. She is anticipating, begging for me to give her what she needs but I know it’s not time yet. I want her ready to explode until she can’t take it anymore. She wants that too; that’s why she gives me the control to give her what she needs. My finger lightly glides across her moist skin down over the cheek poking out from underneath her and comes up between the two cheeks. I circle around her opening and her lips and come down the other side, repeating the same thing there.
“Please, Marco…” She’s here but she’s not. She’s getting lost in her place of oblivious pleasure.
“Patience, baby.” I’m getting lost there as well, getting lost in her and the drug of her pleasure.
Bringing two fingers to slide through her wet folds, one on each side, I bring them back up and take one to make circles around her hole imagining sliding into her, first just the tip, and it’s all I can do to keep up this slow pace. I place my other hand on her flat stomach below the chain linking the clamps so that all I have to do is lift my finger to clasp it. My finger mimics my musings of sliding the head of my cock into her, I insert it just enough so that I can continue the circles inside her. At the same time I lift a finger to tug on the chain slightly to pull on her nipples.
“Aaaahhhhh!” Her back lifts off the bed as she grips tightly onto my finger inside her and pulls on the headboard she’s still clutching with her hands. I hold the chain and slide my finger all the way in, rubbing my thumb on her engorged clit as I do. Her legs and torso are rock solid straight, holding on for dear life.
“I’m going to come, Marco, now!”
“Come, Elizabeth, I want lick up your juices.”
Still holding on to the chain with my finger buried in her pussy, I lay my tongue flat on her clit and rub it. She is spread open wide for me wanting more and more as her first orgasm ripples through her.
“Oh, yes, Marco, please don’t stop…” She’s coming but she needs more.
God I love this shit.
I keep my finger inside of her stroking her walls, teasing that spot inside as I get her ready for the next one.
“Baby, I’m going to take off the clamps now. It’s going to be a little painful but just hold on.”
“Yes…” I can tell she’s not yet to the point of mindlessness, but she will be very soon.
I gently unclip one clamp, then the other leaving my finger inside her, curving it and rubbing her there.
“Ooooohhh.” Elizabeth inhales deeply as blood floods her nipples, and I can see the change in their color. I want to pull them into my mouth and suck on those little peaks but this is new to her so I let her feel everything.
I lean over her luscious body and hold myself above her with one arm as I begin to fuck her with my finger.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth
I am a tumultuous ball of sensations. My desire is off the charts, and even though I just came I’m horny as hell. My nipples are screaming in glorious agony, throbbing and shooting straight to my groin.
“Yes, now, please,” I say but I want to growl instead.
With just those words I feel the beginning waves of an orgasm I know will make me scream and I can’t wait. I feel like an animal. I want him to fuck me, raw, hard and primal. Marco is staring into my eyes, assessing me, I think, as his finger alternates between sliding in and out, and rubbing, curving, and circling while his thumb flicks my swollen clit. His mouth claims mine hungrily, rough and demanding. Marco sits back and removes his finger. Taking his hard-on he begins to slide it over my sex, teasing my clit, and rubbing the head against me.
“Now, Marco, now…”
“It’s going to be hard and deep, baby,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
He places his hands on the tops of my thighs, his thumbs almost holding my lips open for him, keeping my legs open and in place. I can almost hear my pussy yelling, Yes, yes, yes, do it now! and gulping and gasping for him. My hands are pulling on the headboard and I’m mimicking the chant of my pussy in my head, Yes, yes, yes, now! His mouth consumes mine again as he slams into me, burying himself all the way to the top, his balls slapping against my ass. I let out a gasp in his mouth and he answers it with a growl. Everything in me, all of my focus exists only at that place where our bodies feed off each other. It seems like I’m devouring him, eating him, chewing him with each thrust and I can’t get enough. I growl back. His arms move to slide around my waist as they wrap all the way around me holding me to him.
He shifts my hips up to meet him, getting him deeper. I’m pounding him, meeting him, grinding into him, filling myself with him, trying to satisfy my hunger. His hands slide down to grab my cheeks and he holds them still and slams into me. I am beginning to fall, the mask of oblivion is coming down over me and I throw my head back to welcome it. I let go and just give myself over to him and let him push me over the edge so perfectly, with each thrust and each grind he gives me.
“Oooooh God, yes…”
“Yes, baby, yes,” he purrs in my ear, raw and deep.
He thrusts himself deep and hard inside me and I feel him jerk and spasm as he throws his head back holding himself buried all the way in.
“Fuck, Elizabeth!”
He collapses on top of me and I lower my arms to hold him and lift my aching legs to enclose him, finally wrapping myself completely around him. Our heavy breathing coming in unison envelopes us in a chorus.
I stretch myself awake and instantly flinch with unfamiliar aches and pains. I hadn’t realized a little, okay maybe more than a little, sex could leave you hurting in some unusual places. Especially when you held yourself rigidly still. Ow, it feels like a Charlie horse wants to explode in my calf and in my love handles. If this is any indication of things yet to come with Marco, I need to step up my yoga and start putting in some exercise.
“Uuugghh.”
I roll over on to my stomach letting out a moan and flinch again at the mild tenderness of my nipples. A mischievous little grin spreads across my face as I remember the nipple clamps and a little ripple runs through me thinking how turned on I was last night. I felt like a beast let off its chain and ready to devour. I open my eyes and squint at the bedside clock. It looks like an old-fashioned alarm clock with two bells on top with a hammer in between threatening to beat them and scare the shit out of you with the pounding noise. But it doesn’t do that, thank God. I’m not a glutton for punishment and wouldn’t torment myself every morning with that hideous and torturous way of waking up. Its noise is a soft melodic chime. I need no help in being a grouch in the morning. Seven a.m., good, I have enough time not to have to rush because I know I’ll need extra time to get myself motivated and out of the morning-after-lovemaking sex fog.
I hear clanging in the kitchen then the creaking of the old original hardwood floorboards in my section of this historic mansion. Marco. My body comes alive and floods with warmth as tingles shoot through me at the thought of him. I’m a Pavlovian dog and am definitely trained to salivate at anything that has to do with him. He is that fucking good.
“Hi, baby, I brought your tea. I thought you might like to have it in bed.”
Do I detect a hint of amusement in his voice? My eyes dart to look at his face as he comes to stand at the side of the bed next to me. Yep, there is definitely a little smirk playing at his lips. He knows exactly how I feel, the sadist.
I am laid out, spread-eagle, face down on my king-sized bed buck naked, tangled in the sheets and the silk red and gold comforter. I’m sure my appearance leaves much to be desired. My long brown hair must be a rat’s nest and I didn’t properly wash the makeup off my face last night. There is no doubt in my mind the homeless woman has taken up residence in my face again this morning with her psycho black-smeared eyes.
“Why do you always have to look so perfect in those damn boxers of yours, Marco? Couldn’t you just once out of the kindness of your heart look like shit one morning?”
He throws his head back laughing so hard I think the tea and coffee he’s holding are going to spill all over the floor. And if it does I’m not cleaning it up. He will, just for being such a good-looking ass. I can’t help but chuckle as well. The whole situation is pretty hysterical. Here I lie, the morning after, looking like I was rode hard and put up wet, another Southern saying, distasteful as it is, describing me precisely.
“Come on, move over and let me lie down with you. You are stunning, smeared makeup and all. You look like that because of me and I don’t think you could be more beautiful. Now make room.”
“Okay, since you put it that way. But I’m going to the bathroom first, no matter what you say.”
“If you insist.” There’s that hint of amusement again.
I roll over, get out of bed and take two steps.
“My goodness, why do I feel like I’ve been beaten up? It’s not like we did anything out of the ordinary.”
He doesn’t reply as I walk out of the bedroom toward the bathroom, grabbing my robe from the hook behind the door as I go. I still have hints of my lack of self-confidence regarding my body, hating the idea of what is jiggling behind me and any signs of cellulite as I walk away with my back to him.
When I get to the bathroom and close the door, I almost don’t want to even look in the mirror. I know it’s going to bad. Suck it up, woman, you can take it. I inhale and lift my face to look in the mirror.
“Oh, yuck,” I groan at myself.
How can all of this on my face once have looked really good and now look like this? I hope he didn’t get a really good look at me. And this hair, God. Grabbing a makeup remover pad, I begin a quick job of damage control. Once I do what I can there, I turn to taming the beast of my hair. Slightly satisfied with the efforts of making myself fairly presentable, I go back to join the disgusting epitome of morning loveliness. And he’s cheerful in the morning as well, ugh!
“Hi, gorgeous, how are you feeling?” Marco at least has the decency to keep his humor in check and appears to be somewhat concerned. Maybe it was my comment.
I join him on the bed and lean over to kiss him good morning.
“Good morning, handsome. I’m sorry I’m not the best morning person sometimes.” I smile sheepishly at him hoping to get rid of some of my stupid grumpiness with my self-admonition.
He kisses me in the middle of my forehead holding his lips there for a moment and I let it seep into me, warming me from the inside out, melting the frostiness of the morning grumpiness from me. It makes me smile. When he lifts his lips from me he pulls me close, cradling me in the crook of his arm, and hands me the cup of tea he’s made for me.
“So how are you feeling this morning, Elizabeth?” The rumble of his deep voice reverberates through his chest, penetrating me.
“I’m good, excellent, but some muscles hurt in my legs and in my arms. It just shocked me really. There wasn’t really anything unusual about last night, other than the clamps.” I blush a little saying the c-word out loud.
“Well, that’s not exactly true…” He’s leading to something.
“Oh would you like to tell me what that is?” My ears are perked up and I’m at full attention.
“Well, the position that you held yourself in last night was one that you, your body, is not used to. When you were at your most aroused you held yourself very rigid and were completely absorbed in what I was doing to you.” What he’s doing to me right now is bringing me right back to that place by talking about it. “So you were using your muscles, probably some you don’t normally use, in a completely different way.” He kisses the top of my head lightly and strokes my cheek softly with his fingertips.
“Tell me, did you enjoy feeling like you were restrained?” His voice is now sultry, licking me, heating my insides.
I feel myself flush as my groin begins to pulse.
“Yes, I did, very much.” I don’t trust my voice to speak any more loudly than barely just above a whisper. My mind goes into overdrive with images of Marco tying me up so I’m wonderfully helpless against the onslaught of attention he would shower my body with. Holy fuck, that is so sexy!
His hand slides through the flaps of my robe and begins to tease my already hardened nipples as I feel wetness seeping from me.
I am in so much trouble.
“Yes, you did. And you’re thinking about what it’s going to be like when I do tie you up and do decadent things to you.” How can he make me feel like he’s seducing me with only his words?
My heart rate has just accelerated and the aches and pains are now a delightful promise of erotic things yet to come.
“Marco?”
“Yes, baby?”
“What’s the name of that gym you go to?” I decide I’d better start preparing.
Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a wonderfully bumpy ride.
His laugh is gut-deep and fills the room, shaking me with its force.
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea. The name of the place is Evolution. I’ll text you the address later.”
The wheels are turning in my head with all of these new images and possibilities. And all of the places this can lead. How am I supposed to concentrate on work now?
Speaking of which, I tell him, “As much as I’d love to continue this conversation right now, my sexual deviant, I have to get ready for work.”
I rise up and turn to kiss him and he hugs me tight, kissing me deeply. I climb up to straddle him not breaking our kiss, pushing my body into his and grabbing handfuls of his hair, completely turned on by what he’s told me.
Coming up for air, he’s still holding me close and I can feel his arousal pressed against my sex. He says breathlessly, “You’d better go right now or you won’t be able to for at least another hour.”
“Okay I’m going…” I sit there trying to compose myself.
With one final, quick kiss, he pushes me gently. “Go now, baby, or neither one of us will stop.”
Getting up I say over my shoulder, “Killjoy,” and chuckle.
There is an obvious bounce in my step now.
“You are much peppier now than you were when you first woke up, sexy.” He laughs at me.
“It’s amazing what a few little minutes can do, wouldn’t you agree?” I turn to look at him, smiling seductively, and wink.
“Yeah, well, I’m going to make you some breakfast and you’re going to eat it. I have a feeling that beast of yours is ready to go and it’s going to need food.”
“Yes, sir,” I purr at him.
“GO, before I throw you down and fuck the shit out of you for playing with me.”
I think I have just about pushed him as far as I think I can.
He begins to lift himself off the bed looking at me with a predatory gaze.
“Eeeek!” I squeal happily and take off sprinting towards the bathroom.
Marco
This is going to be fucking amazing! Molding Elizabeth, dipping her into submission, seeing her blossom under my control. The thought of it makes me incredibly and painfully hard. If we just had a few more minutes I would get in the shower and fuck her fast and hard, no fondling, no caressing, just push her against the wall and pound into her. It wouldn’t take long. Last night was about her pleasure, right now I need release. I’ll have to wait until I get back to the hotel and take care of it myself.
This sucks.
I get up and put on the rest of my clothes and gather Elizabeth’s among the trail we scattered last night. I would have picked them up this morning when I woke but I was running a few minutes late myself. I’m not looking forward to going in to work this morning. Things haven’t gone exactly as planned and I hope there aren’t any more surprises waiting for me when I get there.
Going into the kitchen to start the spinach omelet wraps, I half expect there won’t be enough ingredients in the fridge. I can’t wait to move into my place, hopefully our place, so I can stock the fridge and cabinets properly. Maybe my interest in kitchen supplies is due to the fact that I practically grew up in a restaurant; my parents owned a Greek diner for years in upstate New York. Ah, it appears Elizabeth is getting better. I find everything I need and then some. Good girl, she’s paying attention. Taking it all out, I begin to hum to myself as I start cooking.
I always get a little pull in my stomach at the first sight of Elizabeth. This time is no different; she just took my breath away when she came into the kitchen. She has no idea how beautiful she is. It’s more than just her looks. It’s her strong femininity, her sensuality, her being. All of these things intoxicate me. I saw it the first moment I laid eyes on her and I knew I would have her. She’s dressed in a black and white lace skirt with a white jersey top, stockings and black patent leather pumps. Perfection. The hard-on that never really went away before is now screaming for attention again.
“Sit. You have time for a quick bite,” I insist.
“Okay, but just quickly.”
Why does she always have to test me? She is a stubborn, strong-willed, sometimes mule-headed woman. And I think it’s so refreshing it stirs my blood.
I take the seat on the stool next to her at the black granite breakfast bar. She’s got a great place, very comforting and soothing, old mixed with new, neutrals with pops of color, and hints of her placed intimately throughout her home.
“Have you got anything planned today after work?” I ask her as she’s barely coming up for air between bites. I’ve got to say, when Elizabeth eats, she does it with passion. I guess because she is a passionate person.
Reaching over to my bottle of water, she lifts it to take a sip before answering me.
“Not yet but I have to get in touch with a friend of mine, Elsie. She invited me to a Halloween party.” She looks at me guiltily and continues, “And we have to talk about costumes.”
Wow. Why do I feel…jealous, insulted, offended and just plain like shit?
“Oh? You didn’t mention a Halloween party.” I try my best to keep my expression emotionless.
“I’m sorry, I forgot. It slipped my mind with all that has been happening around us.”
She looks as if she feels like she made a mistake for not telling me until now but I can’t blame her. She’s a grown woman with her own life apart from me. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Because I don’t. What the hell is wrong with me?
“I know. It’s fine. So I guess I’ll be solo on Halloween.” I’m acting like a child who’s been told he can’t go out and play but has to stay home and do his chores. This sucks.
“No, we can see each other afterwards.”
There is a look of…pity in her face. No one feels sorry for me. Now I’m pissed.
“Elizabeth, please, I am more than capable of finding something to do. Go to the party with your friend, have fun and don’t cut your night short for me. Besides, there are a few invitations sent to the company from suppliers and associates that I haven’t gone through yet. I should make an appearance at one of those as good public relations.” There is an icy tone to my voice, no matter how hard I try not to let it show that reveals this bothers me.
“Fine.” She looks hurt. Damn it.
I lean over to kiss her tight lips, wanting to soothe her after my irrational behavior.
“Oh, the mover is bringing my things up from Florida tomorrow. I was hoping you would go with me to pick out anything else I might need, like paintings and accessories, and some kitchen supplies.”
Her mood visibly brightens and it makes me feel better. Seeing her happy makes me happy.
“I’d love to. When would you like to go?”
“How about Saturday? I’ll have gotten a lot of stuff unpacked and put in place by then. The cleaners came on Monday to get the place ready. Friday night we can spend the night there.” I can’t help but smile thinking of having her in my bed. That bed…
“Sounds perfect.” A light flush has crept into her cheeks and her lips are slightly parted. The idea arouses her but I think she’s a little nervous as well.
“Good, I’m looking forward to it.” Why am I such a sadistic bastard? I love it.
“Me, too.” Her eyes are wide and it makes my cock twitch knowing she’s thinking of some of the things I might do to her.
Elizabeth
Sitting next to Marco and looking into his face I can tell that something is bothering him. I’ve come to know this man. I can read his thoughts on his face, that poker face he shows to the world. The slight shifts in nuance tell me there is something behind that beautiful façade that doesn’t sit quite right with him. I decide that, for right now, I’ll give it some time to come out.