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Cover 200x300Chapter 13 –  Body – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


The drive home was quiet, soft talk and soft touches. Your hands roaming gently up my legs and across the tops of my stockings, grazing skin with fingers and lightly grazing just above my pussy drawing moisture and soft whimpers from me.

“Pay attention to the road, Cara.”

“I am trying; it is difficult though. All I can think of is your hands, your mouth and honestly you inside of me again.”

“What is it you want?”

“My Heart, My Beloved Master, it has been too long. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me until I beg you to stop.”

“Uh huh, do you think I would stop if you begged? Do you think I wish you to beg?”

“No, I don’t think you would, and yes, I think sometimes that is exactly what you wish.”

Even as the words slip from my mouth, your hand slips between my legs, fingers sliding through heated moisture to find my clit, hidden under the hood but engorged and already throbbing with want. Your fingers push lips apart, forcing me to move my legs further apart to give you room as you plunge a finger deep inside of me then pull out and back across my clit.

“Drive, woman, pay attention.”

“Jesus, stop that! How can I pay attention if I am having an orgasm?”

“Don’t cum, drive. Plenty of time later for you to cum when I tell you, not now. Now, you pay attention to the road.”

I can’t even look over at you. I feel you looking though. I know you now. I know your lips are touched by a smile, and your eyes hold heat. I can only imagine what is ahead. After the restaurant my mind is swirled around my need for you even as I feel your hand begins to roam back up my leg. The drive seems to be longer than I remember, as you play me and with me, bringing me closer and closer to begging you to simply fuck me on the side of the road. Is that what you want? I wonder. Finally, we pull into the driveway and all I can wonder is will my legs hold me upright long enough to unlock the door.

You have come around to my side of the car and taken my hand, leading me into the house when the door closes behind us, you grab me up and your lips descend on mine, claiming, demanding submission and response. My arms reach for you, lips open to your probing tongue and I am yours, immediately and holding nothing in reserve. What little strength I have remaining is gone, you must have felt my legs give, your arms tight around my back holding me up. You laugh even as you break the kiss.

“Tender enough for you, Cara?”

“How do you do that, take my breath away with a kiss?”

Your smile is knowing; your eyes hold heat as you stare down at me, taking my hand you lead me to the bedroom lit only by dim lighting as it always is. You glance around and note all is as you left it, nothing changed; I see your nearly indiscernible nod.

“Turn around, Cara.”

With my back to you, I feel you unzip my dress, lifting it from the hem; you pull it off of me and hang it over the nearby chair. From the corner of my eye, I watch you as you bend down to undo the garters from my stockings, leaving a kiss on the back of each of my legs as you do. Then turning me slowly, you bend down to perform the same task, undoing each garter, leaving a kiss at the top of my stocking, but this time leaving a soft bite at the top of my pussy as well. As you stand, you raise my head to look up into your eyes, “Not a word, Cara.”

About Scarlett Baker

Writer, artist and thrill seeker. Scarlett is a mystery, even to herself at times. Her exploration of love stories with a touch of the dark began when she found herself single and dangling by a thread of hope mixed with a splash of the terrible. Faced with being alone for the first time in nearly twenty years, with not a clue what to do with a vast future she decided to explore the world of her fantasies, something she had done little of up until now.

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