Simon Says
By Gillian Colbert
Copyright 2011 Gillian Colbert
Published by Black Door Press
Contact Gillian at gillian@blackdoorpress.com
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Simon Says
Chapter 1
"Watch out!"
The warning came just as he stepped onto the sidewalk in front of his townhouse, but it was too late for Simon. He barely had time to register her words before he was knocked flat. His ass hit first, quickly followed by his head as he tumbled back on the sidewalk.
The air whooshed from his lungs on impact and stars floated in front of his eyes as pain blasted through his skull. The rough concrete scraped his back through the thin cotton of his T-shirt.
What the fuck?
A rough, wet tongue began to lick his face and neck accompanied by the foul odor of dog breath. The rasping licks tickled and Simon hollered as they increased in frequency. He only barely avoided being covered in dog drool.
"Oh, my god! I’m so sorry! He got away from me," a smoky, feminine voice said from a short distance away.
Simon couldn’t focus on the speaker because he was still being assaulted by the largest Pitbull he’d ever seen. The dog straddled Simon’s body so that they were practically chest to chest. It grinned down at him between licks showing large teeth and a long tongue. His fur was black with white patches on his throat, chest and between his eyes.
If Simon wasn’t already aware that Pitbull’s were misrepresented in the media, he’d owned one as a child, he might have been scared, but as it was he was just the victim of an over eager greeting. So much for the perception of these dogs as fierce, they loved people. A little bit too much as Simon’s rear end could presently attest to.
Simon reached up and gripped the dog’s muzzle, looked directly at him and said in a clear, firm voice, "Off."
The dog moved off Simon, freeing him to stand. Once he’d regained his feet, Simon faced the dog fully and said, "Sit."
The dog made as if to jump on Simon, but he quickly snapped his fingers loudly and snapped out, "Hey!"
The dog settled back on its haunches and sat, smiling up at Simon with a huge doggy grin.
"How on earth did you get him to do that?"
At her question, Simon turned his attention to the frazzled owner only to be knocked flat once again. This time by her. She was tall, almost his own height, with a body that could only be described as luscious.
Her breasts were full and round and, at the present time, barely contained under the violet tank top she wore. Her hips were round and lush, filling out the tight denim capris almost indecently. Her hips were the kind a man could grab onto and not fear getting poked by errant bones. He was willing to bet her ass was just as sweet.
She was all softness and curves with clear skin reminiscent of cream dusted with cinnamon. Her hair was a warm, honey brown and her eyes were pale, crystalline green outlined in the deepest forest. Those eyes were currently dark with worry as she gazed at him.
"Pardon me. What did you say?" he asked, he’d been too caught up perusing her to register her question.
"I asked how you got Monster to respond to you. I rescued him about a week ago and I’ve yet to get him to obey me with out bribing him first."
"Monster?" Simon quirked an eyebrow.
"Yes," she grinned at him a bit sheepishly, "at first it was because he’s so big, now it's for his bad manners."
Simon laughed out loud at that. Her grin was infectious and he found himself continuing just to keep her there with him.
"It’s simple really," he said answering her previous question. "I just made sure I used body language and a tone of voice that let him know that I meant business. That I was the master here and he had no other option than to listen to me."
She quirked an eyebrow skeptically.
Simon grinned again, "I’m serious."
Her eyes went wide and she seemed suddenly embarrassed, "Listen to me quizzing you when Monster just knocked you down. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?"
She began feeling up and down his arms, circling around him and rubbing her hands over his back and chest. The unexpected contact sent blood shooting to Simon’s groin and his cock hardened in response. He grabbed her and pulled her up against him to stop her explorations. His cock jerked at the intimate contact.
"That’s not a good idea," Simon murmured against her ear, "unless you meant to do this to me."
Her body felt lush and warm. Her breath hitched as she leaned into him and her mouth opened slightly. She smelled of coconuts and chocolate. Simon drew in a deep breath losing himself in her scent. Her breasts flattened against him as he inhaled and her nipples hardened under her tank top.
His erection pressed into the softness of her belly. Her eyes widened and her small, pink tongue darted out to lick her full, rosy lips.
"You especially don’t want to do that," Simon whispered. His lips brushed the delicate shell of her ear as he spoke and she shivered.
"Do what?" she asked breathlessly. Her voice was husky and she rubbed her face against his cheek, like a kitten seeking to be petted. Her skin was silky smooth and he couldn’t resist nuzzling into her neck and nipping gently at the skin there.
"Let me in," he whispered.
She gasped and leaned into him, moaning softly as she did so. Her head fell to one side giving him greater access to the delicate skin along her shoulder. Simon licked along her collar bone before nipping gently.
She jumped slightly causing the hardened tips of her breasts to graze against his chest. Simon grasped her hips and ground his erection into her, lost to the sensation of her softness cradling his hardness.
He wanted her naked and on her knees before him. He wanted those lush lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted to suck on those delicious nipples and hear her scream. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her as if…
"Woof!"
Monster chose that moment to remind them he was there and didn’t want to be ignored. Before Simon could stop her, she tore herself away from him, flushing the prettiest shade of red. The flush began at the roots of her hair and flowed down her body to her breasts.
She snatched Monster’s leash off the ground and ran in the direction of the townhouse next to his.
"Wait!" Simon hollered after her, but she ignored him bolting through the door and slamming it behind her.
Simon stared after her, unable to reconcile what had just happened. His cock stood at attention and throbbed at the loss of her softness. He was stunned. He never lost control of a situation let alone forgot where he was. He’d been two seconds away from stripping her down and fucking her on the sidewalk.
Who the hell was she? He hadn’t even gotten her name. Well, no matter, she’d gone into the house next to his, the same one that had been vacant until last week, so odds were good she was the new resident and that meant it was just a matter of time before he saw her again.
Simon wasn’t one for waiting when he wanted something, though, and he wanted to know more about such a delectable woman. It had been too long since any woman had held his attention let alone captivated it.
Ever since Trinity, his first person shooter video game, had blown up his senior year of college, Simon had become quite the local celebrity. Now six years and two sequels later, he was affluent and worked when he chose.
The town of River Rock, Vermont was small and his notoriety meant that he had no trouble finding women and the local university never failed to produce hot college girls looking to fuck a celebrity, however, small they may be. As a result, Simone was bored out of his skull and hadn’t had a serious relationship in over a year. Lately, he wasn’t even having sex. The effort required just didn’t appeal to him.
Simon didn’t go in for regular sex. He dominated in the bedroom and he expected submission. Total submission. Something he’d yet to find. Oh, sure, there were plenty of women who would bend to his will and let him fuck them three ways to Sunday, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Those women were meek with self-confidence issues and were submitting because they believed they deserved no better. Being with those women just made him sick after. He felt like he’d violated them in some way, as if he’d raped their psyche if not their body. After the last one, he’d sworn he wouldn’t get involved with any more victims. He wanted a strong woman who was confident and who willingly submitted to him because it filled a need in her to do so. A need to have her control stripped and her body mastered. That’s what he wanted.
He stared at his mystery woman’s door with narrowed eyes. She was indeed a mystery. She’d been uninhibited in her response to him, rubbing against him almost as if she couldn’t help herself. Her scent clung to his skin even now. Coconut and chocolate, a taste of that sweet dessert wasn’t nearly enough. No way was he going to let her get away that easily.
#
Gwen Caldwell stared at herself with disgust in the foyer mirror. It was one of her favorite pieces in the small two-story townhouse she’d just bought. The mirror was over-sized and leaned against the wall. Painted gold and decorated with crystal blossoms of all different flowers, it was a veritable gemstone garden. She often joked that she felt like a fairy princess every time she saw herself in it.
She didn’t feel like a fairy princess today. No, today she felt like a slut. She’d practically thrown herself at that man. Her skin grew even more heated and flamed red as she remembered rubbing herself against him. She still couldn’t believe that had happened. Her mind had been on the promotion she was planning at her bead shop when Monster had just taken off without warning. He’d practically yanked her off her feet.
When Monster knocked the poor guy down, Gwen had felt just awful, but he’d been so gracious and so gorgeous with that chocolate brown hair and those sapphire eyes. They’d reminded her of the batch of glass beads she'd just gotten in. Let’s not forget those utterly delicious lips. He’d radiated pure masculine perfection and she’d been a bit non-plussed and had actually been interrogating the guy until she’d realized she hadn’t even checked to see if he was okay.
Touching him had been reflexive. She was a hands on person. She hugged and touched everybody, it was just her way. Her mother said she was tactile by nature and Gwen had to agree. Gwen felt blind when she wasn’t able to touch or assimilate the textures in her surroundings.
He’d caught her so off guard when he grabbed her, it had shaken her up and she hadn’t been thinking straight. Feelings and urges she’d though long buried had surged in her leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Being pressed against all that hard muscle and taut, silky man flesh had overwhelmed her and she’d responded without thinking.
His skin was unbelievably soft, especially for a man, and the lean steel of his muscles underneath had seduced her senses and left her reeling. When he’d leaned in to whisper in her ear and the silk of his hair had brushed her face, she’d just had to feel more.
The death knell for her dignity had been when he’d pressed his erection into her lower belly. The feel of his body ready and primed to mate with hers while he restrained her against him … Gwen’s breath caught as her belly clenched and moisture flooded her core. Her traitorous nipples tightened and poked out from her body like two huge beacons announcing her loose character.
Gwen dropped cross-legged onto the floor in front of the mirror as tears welled in her eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. She was a good girl, she controlled what she did not anyone else and she was in control of herself. Wasn’t she?
Oh, god. Please let me never see him again.
A sharp double-tap sounded against her front door.
I guess not.
Torn between laughing and screaming Gwen squeezed her eyes shut.
The front door had a large stained glass cutout that clearly showed her front hallway. The design was abstract and had reminded Gwen of a kaleidoscope. The door had been what drew her initially to the townhouse, right now she cursed it. She knew exactly who she would see if she turned her head.
She refused to look up. It was childish she knew, but she needed a few more seconds before she could face him again.
Monster ran to the door, whining and snuffling at it. He came over and nudged her with his nose as if urging her to answer it.
"I can see you, you know," the man said through the door.
"I know you can," she replied back at bit peevishly.
"Then why don’t you open the door?" he asked with a laugh.
"I’m testing out the theory that if I ignore you, you’ll go away," she replied somewhat sullenly.
"It won’t work," he said, "so better for everyone if you just open your door."
"What if I don’t want to?"
"Sweetheart, open the door," his voice was deep and smooth the way she thought single malt scotch would sound if flavor could be heard. His voice drifted through her and settled deep in her tummy.
The urge to obey him was strong. She fought it.
"I’m not your sweetheart."
He seemed a little non-plussed at that. The silence on the other side of the door seemed to stretch for a long time before he burst out laughing.
"What’s so funny?" she demanded.
"Oh, Sweetheart," he leaned his forehead against the glass, "I haven’t wanted to get to know someone this badly in a long time."
There was another brief silence and then, from the corner of her eye, Gwen saw a thin white card slide under her door. She reached for it and was surprised to see it was a business card with just a name and phone number … Simon Cain, (555) 236-8654.
"Listen, that’s my name and number. I live next door here in the end unit facing the river," Simon continued.
Gwen squeezed her eyes closed and groaned softly. Could it get any worse? Not only had she thrown herself at a stranger, he lived next door to her and there wouldn’t be any escaping him.
"Sweetheart, you listening?"
She sighed heavily and finally looked up at him. "No," she said forlornly.
"No, you won’t have dinner with me or no, you weren’t listening?" confusion clouded his face.
"No, I wasn’t listening."
"So, you will have dinner with me?"
"No … I mean … what?" she just stared blankly at him.
"I invited you to have dinner with me tomorrow night."
"I don’t think that’s a good idea," Gwen said shaking her head.
"I do. And, I’m not taking no for an answer. After all, you owe me," he grinned at her.
"Owe you for what?" she cried indignantly.
"For knocking me down. My shirt has a hole in it now," he said with a mocking pout all the while laughing because he knew she knew he was playing it up for effect.
"You can’t guilt me into dinner," she said glaring up at him from the floor.
"Oh, I think I can," he laughed and his smile lit his face. Those sapphire blue eyes sparkled with mischief and he looked like the cat that had just gotten the canary.
"I’ll expect you at 8pm sharp tomorrow night. I hope you like Italian."
He disappeared from her sight then. How dare he order her to dinner! Gwen leaped to her feet and rushed for the door flinging it open, but she was too late. He was gone.
Chapter 2
Simon had just set turned the fire down under the marinara sauce so it could reduce when his doorbell rang. Adrenaline coursed through his body and his hand jerked. The top he’d been placing gently on the pan clattered down unsteadily.
He couldn’t believe it. He was actually nervous. His heart galloped in his chest and he took several deep breaths to calm down as he walked to the door. A quick look in the hallway mirror told him he’d managed to escape any telltale tomato splatters on his crisp white button down and jeans. Slacks would have been more appropriate, but then he always wore jeans. They were his uniform. For his part, Simon was dressed up. It was a date after all.
He took a steadying breath and opened the door. He shouldn’t have bothered. She was stole it right back. She was stunning in black silk. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a loose knot baring her neck. She wore a simple tube-styled top. It was strapless and appeared to be held up by a black satin ribbon tied in an artful bow over her breasts. There was a small cutout under the bow that showed the barest hint of cleavage. It was as if her breasts were a present just waiting to be unwrapped.
The skirt hugged her curves, flaring out just a bit at the hemline which hit just at her knees. Her legs were covered in sheer stockings and the stiletto heels she wore set off her long, shapely legs.
Images of those stocking clad legs wrapped around his body flashed through Simon’s brain and his body tightened painfully. He was grateful he’d picked his softest jeans because right now the weave of the denim was imprinting itself in the skin of his dick.
"Um, are you going to let me in?" she asked. That smoky voice wrapped around him. It was thick and honeyed just like her hair.
His cock jerked. Simon was responding like a horny teenager. He needed to get a grip on himself.
"First, we have some unfinished business," he said with a smile as he blocked her entrance into his house.
"Oh?" her eyebrows pulled together in a frown, but she waited patiently. Her green eyes scanning his face as if looking for something
"Your name?" he said. "I still don’t know your name."
She flushed scarlet and Simon could resist a grin. She recovered quickly, however, straightened her shoulders and put out her right hand as if to shake his.
"Gwen Caldwell," she said almost authoritatively, but then a sheepish look crossed her face ruining the effect. "Sorry."
Simon took the hand she offered and brought it up to his lips. He grazed her knuckles in a soft caress of warm breath and velvet skin. He felt a tremor run through her and satisfaction coursed through him. She was definitely affected by him and he would have her.
#
Dinner was unbelievable. Gwen couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten so well. She was a disaster in the kitchen, not that you could tell from the extra padding she carried, but she could barely boil water. Her usual dinner was salad and sandwiches from the sub shop next to her store.
Simon, however, had turned out a veritable feast. There were ravioli stuffed with chicken and spinach, a Caesar salad and French bread stuffed with cheddar and spices. The marinara was rich and spicy and complemented the pasta perfectly.
When pressed, Simon admitted that his mother had forced him to learn to cook. She had told him that it would get him girls and he’d naturally been all about anything that would get girls to notice him. What he hadn’t realized was that his mother had ulterior motives which included his taking over dinner preparations as practice. He’d readily jumped to her defense, though, explaining how she had worked two jobs to take care of him after his father had died. His love for his mother showed in his face when he spoke of her.
Simon had proven to be an easy conversationalist talking readily about a variety of topics. He was clearly well read and loved music and active pursuits. Gwen found herself opening up and talking with him in a way that she didn’t normally do with someone she’d just met.
She was glad she’d decided to come. It had been a last minute decision. She’d resisted the idea giving herself all types of excuses, but then she’d realized that she was scared to come. And scared meant that she wanted to come. Gwen was many things, but she tried not to lie, especially to herself. She wanted to come and find out more about Simon Cain. The name had rattled around her brain ever since she’d picked up his card.
It was a hero name. Something you’d expect to find in Marvel comics. It had been a surprise to find out he designed video games for a living. With that name and body, she’d expected to find out he was an archaeologist searching for lost relics or a fighter pilot. She grinned inwardly as she realized her Harrison Ford crush was rearing its head.
"Gwen?" Simon looked at her expectantly.
"I’m sorry," she said giving him her full attention. "I was reflecting on what great meal that was. The best I’ve had in a very long time as a matter of fact."
"Thank you," he said with a courtly bow of his head. "I suggested we take our wine out on the patio. I have an apple pie warming in the oven for dessert. It should be ready before long."
"I’d love that. Thank you."
Simon guided her outside with a warm hand on her lower back. His yard, like all of the yards on the block was gated with a privacy fence. The patio was tiled and had a large, wooden table and chairs with white canvas cushions on one side and a black and white striped wicker seating group on the other.
"Would you like to sit?" he gestured toward the bench with his wine glass.
"No," she said. "I think I’d like to stand for a while."
She didn’t want to admit that she didn’t want to be that close to him. The bench was just big enough for two and she’d be too close to him for comfort.
As it was, the intimacy of the setting was playing havoc with her senses. The moon was high and cast enough light that no candles or other lights were necessary. The shadows cocooned the edges of the patio, making her feel as if it was a stage and the night was the curtains sealing them away from the audience.
The memory of his touch burned her skin where he’d rested his palm. His touch had been firm and commanding and she’d instantly allowed him to take the lead. Her body still resonated from his touch. Her nipples were hard peaks under the thin material. She was grateful for the darkness which hid her arousal.
Her thong was soaked and her intimate muscles clenched as an image of Simon sucking her nipples flared brightly in her mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as if she could draw strength from the night sky. She had to get out of here.
He was too sexy, too masculine. She found herself fighting to keep her distance from him and, frankly, he frightened her deeply. She knew that if she let him, Simon would rule her.
"You look like you’re thinking hard," Simon’s voice came from directly behind her and she jumped. She hadn’t heard him move.
Flushing deeply at being caught thinking dirty thoughts, she turned to face him and said, "I think I’d better go home now. Dinner was lovely, but I have to get up early tomorrow."
She made as if to go around him, but he stopped her with a firm hand on her belly. She froze. Her pussy throbbed and her breath caught in her chest.
"You’re running from me," he pulled her into his body so that she was pressed fully against him. He caged her, wrapping one arm around her waist. He stroked her back with his free hand. The velvet touch of his fingers on her bare skin was electric and she gasped as little shocks of pleasure erupted in his wake.
His body was hard against her. The muscles in his arms flexed and moved where she gripped him. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her breathing sped up and her nipples, already tight and aroused, were softly abraded by the silk of her top. Pleasure speared through her, flooding her core until she felt dampness on the tops of her thighs.
"No, I’m not," her voice was a breathless whisper and her words sounded false even to her.
Simon leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a kiss so light it was almost a whisper. When he spoke, his warm breath tickled across her lips in a caress.
"Yes, you are," he murmured. "Why are you running from me, Gwen? I won’t hurt you."
The sound of her name in his scotch flavored voice sent thrills through her body. Her name sounded erotic and lush coming from him, rather than silly and eccentric as she’d always viewed it.
"Yes, you will," the words slipped out before she realized she’d even said it.
"No, sweetheart," he nuzzled her lips, gently nipping and licking at her bottom lip. "I won’t hurt you. I want you to feel only pleasure. Pleasure when I suck on your nipples. Pleasure when I eat your pussy. Pleasure when I bury my cock in you and fuck you. Pleasure when you come screaming my name."
His words sent tendrils of desire arcing through her. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened painfully. He wove a spell of sensual heat around her with each word, each touch. Gwen felt her resistance falter.
He nuzzled her cheek and ear with just the tip of his nose. His cock was hard and pressed lightly against her. He ground himself gently against her as he swayed them softly to and fro in a dance to a tune only he knew. The friction was teasing. His hardness pressed just enough for her to be aware of it, but not hard enough for her to truly feel it. It was maddening. She wanted to feel the press of him. Feel that hard length that had been hinted at as he’d ground against her the day before.
"You want me, Gwen. Embrace it. I won’t hurt you," Simon’s voice was thick and gruff, but solemn as well. As if he was promising her something beyond his mere words, but she didn’t know what.
She did want him. She didn’t want to, but she did. Gwen strained to touch him more fully, but he restrained her keeping her from closing the distance between them. She moaned in frustration as she arched her body, brushing her erect nipples against him. The scrape of her nipples against his hard chest had her clitoris throbbing and her pussy clenching. His breath caught and she was gratified to know she had at least some effect on him.
Gwen could barely think. Simon invaded her senses. He teased her with the touch of his body, his male scent and intoxicating voice. He had barely touched her. His hand still stroked the skin of her back, yet he controlled her thoroughly and she burned for him.
She wanted him, wanted this, wanted to just let go and allow him to take her where he would. Do to her as he pleased. She didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to decide, she wanted only to submit and that terrified her.
She stiffened against him as sanity made a final attempt to penetrate the fog of desire clouding her mind. She vainly tried to pull away from Simon, but he held her firmly. His grip was gentle, but steely. She whimpered as her captivity inflamed her need.
"Let go, Sweetheart. It will be all right."
Gwen lifted her eyes to his and opened her mouth to speak, but Simon pressed a finger to her lips to silence her.
"Shhh, quiet." Gwen obeyed despite herself. Simon traced down her neck and over the swell of her breast. He drew smaller and smaller circles until he came to the hardened peak. He traced the tip before gently squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed just to the point of pain before stretching the tender bud out from her body and releasing suddenly so that the skin snapped back.
She moaned deeply as fire burned a path between her nipple and clitoris. He repeated the motion again and again. Gwen was drowning in pleasure. Her clitoris was swollen and protruding. The satin of her thong, once pleasurable, now scraped the tight bundle adding new waves of sensation to the ones Simon generated.
She panted as she struggled to stay afloat amid the waves of heat and pleasure coursing through her. Simon licked into her mouth. His tongue plundered and explored. He tasted of wine and heat and need. His kiss was gentle, a delicate teasing counter-point to the rough pull of his fingers. The sensations blended together, suffusing Gwen with an unexpected peace.
Simon broke the kiss and raised her chin so that she looked directly into his face. The moonlit darkness turned his hair the deep brown of dark chocolate and the sapphire of his eyes appeared almost ebony in the darkness. The look on his face urgent, but tender. Compassionate even.
"Give yourself to me, Gwen. Let me have you." The words were gentle, but no less a command as he leaned in once more to kiss her.
All thoughts of fleeing dissolved as the need to obey him overwhelmed her resistance. She needed this more than she was willing to admit. She hadn’t had sex in three years, not since Paul, and she was starved for physical intimacy. She shuddered as horrible memories tried to surface and she ruthlessly shut the door on that time in her life.
Simon set Gwen away from him, placing her at arms length. His gaze burned as he studied her body from head to toe. The air was cool after the heat of his body and her skin prickled. She was panting after his kisses and her breasts jiggled with the movement of her lungs. The silk caressed her nipples and she whimpered pleadingly.
"Show me your breasts. Unwrap them for me, but don’t remove the top."
She hesitated for the briefest of moments. In a dim recess of her mind, she recognized that she had one last opportunity to end this before it went any further.
"Now, Gwen," Simon commanded her. His tone wasn’t harsh, but neither was it gentle or coaxing. He expected her to obey.
Gwen reached for the ribbons between her breasts and pulled. As the silk draping her body fell away, so did her resistance.
Chapter 3
She was breathtaking. Her skin glowed in the moonlight. The shadows on the patio served only to spotlight Gwen so that she alone was the star.
As the ebony silk fell away from her lush, full breasts, Simon released the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. She had to agree to this. He’d never forced a woman and he wasn’t about to start, but he needed her like he needed breath in his body.
It had been so long since he’d had a woman, especially one that interested him and who clearly wasn’t a victim. Gwen was strong, funny and confident. She was fighting her desire for him and he wasn’t sure why. There would be time to delve into her secrets, but right now he just wanted her to accept that she would be his. More importantly, that she wanted to be his.
Whatever the cause of her resistance, she was fighting herself not him and it was critical that she give herself to him. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t take it. Some wouldn’t recognize the difference, but he wanted her submission not her defeat.
She stood before him patiently, the silk of her top pooled around her hips. She’d followed his directions exactly. Her nipples were pebbled and jutted from her body. Her eyes were closed and she panted slightly as she waited.
"Play with your breasts," Simon said. "I want to watch you touch yourself."
Again, she followed his instructions without hesitation. She began first to cup and massage her breasts. Her hands were small and her breasts spilled out of them. She began to rub and pluck her nipples. Tugging gently, before squeezing and rolling them.
Without warning she sucked both pointer fingers into her mouth. She took the glistening digits and rubbed her saliva over the distended tips of her breasts. Simon’s cock, already hard, surged under his jeans and what blood remained in his body pooled in his groin.
She was magnificent. A heady mix of innocence and seduction wrapped in a delicious package.
"Come to me, Gwen," Simon held out a hand to her.
She moved toward him, her breasts swaying with each step. She placed her hand in his and he led her over to the heavy wooden table. When he’d bought it, he’d only thought about hosting backyard feasts with his friends, but he planned a feast of a whole different kind tonight.
He lifted Gwen and placed her on the table leaning back slightly on her palms. Her skirt slid up her thighs as she settled herself and he could see that she wore thigh-high stockings. Creamy skin glistened in the moonlight where moisture dusted her inner thighs. She was drenched.
Simon stepped between her legs, forcing them wide to accommodate him. He trailed gentle fingers over the tops of her stockings before stroking firmly over her pussy. The thong she wore was soaked and she gasped at his touch.
He needed to taste her. Simon sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled her in long hard draws and she cried out arching into his mouth and grinding her breast into him. He bit gently on the tight bud, testing her response to pain and she groaned, but didn’t pull away. The muscles of her inner thighs clenched around him as he nipped again. She liked it.
Simon turned his attention to her other nipple alternating between licking in short, tight laps and sucking strongly on the tip. He bit down gently on the nub all the while flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Gwen groaned deep and low and wrapped her legs around his body, grinding her pelvis into him. This was exactly what Simon had hoped for, she was giving herself to him, and her responses were uninhibited and carnal.
Simon’s cock wept with the need to bury himself inside of her. His lower back clenched and his own breathing was harsh and loud in his ears, but he wasn’t rushing to the finish line here and he’d barely begun with Gwen.
Simon lifted his head and felt pure masculine satisfaction at the sight Gwen made. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were moist and slightly parted. Her breasts were flushed with heat and her nipples were swollen and berry red from his attention.
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but Simon cut her off with a shake of his head.
"I have only two rules tonight, Gwen, but if you break them there will be consequences. First, you may not speak without permission. You can make noise, just not speak. Do you understand?" he paused and waited.
In her position on the table, the moonlight shone fully on Gwen and he saw her eyes dilate and go wide as he spoke. She definitely liked the idea. Giving proof to his thought, she nodded.
"In addition, you may not move without permission. You will stay where I place you. Do you understand?" Gwen’s breath was coming in harsh gasps, but she merely nodded.
Simon reached between them and ripped her thong from her body. The satin tore and he flung it aside. Gwen gasped in surprise and then let loose a strangled cry as, with no ceremony whatsoever, he buried his tongue in her pussy. He thrust his tongue deep in her channel before licking up her slit in a warm, wet rasp.
The scent of chocolate, coconuts and feminine musk invaded his nostrils. She tasted sweet and dusky on his tongue and he lapped at her as if she were a lollipop he couldn’t get enough of.
Gwen mewled and purred and the muscles along her legs flexed and clenched, but she didn’t move. She obeyed his every direction though it clearly cost her to do so. A fine sheen of perspiration had broken out on her body and the sounds she made were rapidly becoming almost incoherent. He wanted her mindless and begging. He wanted to push her as far as he could and then send her over the edge.
Never before had a woman submitted so completely to him without him feeling like a pervert. Gwen didn’t just submit to him, she embraced her submission. It was as if the act of submission was in and of itself sexual for her. Simon could have come just from the noises she made.
He continued to suck and lick at her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched convulsively around his tongue and he knew she was close to her orgasm. He backed off and she made a sound of complaint, but Simon planned to be deep inside her when she came.
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Gwen’s reality had narrowed down to one focus, Simon’s tongue in her pussy. Only the warm, wet velvet of his tongue mattered as he stroked, sucked and lapped at her slit. His lips were soft and the silk of his hair tickled her inner thighs, but Gwen remained motionless.
The fact that she couldn’t move served only to heighten the sensations Simon caused. Every cell in her body was alive and focused on his touch. At first, she’d struggled to stay still, her muscles tight and stiff. Slowly, she’d relaxed as Simon’s dalliance with her body had played out. She’d given herself over to his mastery and reveled in her submission.
She embraced her lack of control. No more was she required to think, she had only to feel. For a woman as tactile as Gwen, she’d just come face to face with bliss. She was lost to it.
It’s not that she was apathetic and didn’t care what Simon did to her, not at all. She simply submitted and embraced that her pleasure was his own. He’d promised her only pleasure and when she’d realized he wasn’t doing anything to hurt her, she’d simply done what every instinct in her body had demanded … she’d given herself to him. What she’d received in return, however, she had no words for.
Waves of pleasure drenched her body. Her nipples were beacons of desire, so tight, almost pained, in her arousal. The night air had turned cool and a slight breeze caressed her swollen skin as if ghostly fingers toyed with the sensitive peaks.
Between her legs, Simon feasted on her pussy. Suckling and lapping at her as if she was the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted. The sounds of him supping at her body were luscious and erotic and she never wanted it to end, but at the same time she wanted him to finish her.
Every time she reached for her orgasm he backed off only to begin again once her body had retreated from the ledge. She desperately needed a release. Her body quivered with need and she knew she’d be sore tomorrow simply from the control she had to exert over herself to obey him. The contradiction was lost on Gwen in her sexual haze. All she knew was Simon, his tongue in her body, his hands on her skin, his commands that she must obey.
Suddenly, Simon reared up between her legs. He yanked her off the table and turned her around so that she faced the table.
"Hands on the table," he growled in her ear in a voice grown guttural and deep. "I’m going to fuck you now, Gwen, but you still don’t have permission to move or to speak."
She heard the sound of a zipper opening behind her. The thought flashed across her mind that she was mostly naked and being ravished by Simon who was still fully dressed before rough hands pushed her skirt up around her hips. Simon’s hands were warm and callous roughened as he massaged and squeezed her buttocks. She was startled by warm lips and a sharp nip on first one buttock then the other. She almost jumped, but managed to remain still.
Simon chuckled, "Good girl. My god, Gwen, you’re unbelievable."
Satisfaction at pleasing him flooded through her at his words, but all thought flew from her mind when he thrust his fingers deeply into her channel. A long, deep, drawn out moan of pleasure escaped Gwen without her realizing it.
"Like that do you?"
She didn’t dare respond, not even to nod her head. She heard him chuckle with pleasure.
"Very good, Sweetheart. Very good."
Simon’s fingers moved in and out of her slowly, languorously as if there were nothing else he wanted to do except finger her pussy. Her pussy dripped with cream and she felt it trickling down her thighs. She wanted desperately for Simon to fill her with his cock. She needed his hardness thrusting into her and taking her to completion.
She moaned and whimpered her need to him, but he just continued to finger her pussy. His fingers were large and strong, but she needed more. She clenched around his fingers involuntarily as tension grew in her body. With each thrust he touched something inside her that she’d never felt before. Each stroke zinged through her like the scrape of a match on flint. Sparks flew, but the flame stayed just out of reach.
Just when she thought she could stand no more, she heard the distinctive rip and roll of a condom being applied. For the barest instant, Gwen felt the slick coolness of the latex puddle at her entrance before Simon thrust himself fully into her.
Gwen groaned deeply. It was an almost animal sound of pleasure, pain and need. Simon stretched her fully. He felt long and wide and too big for her unused pussy. He never relented. He pushed deep and held himself there as she slowly stretched to accommodate him.
He soothed her with gentle hands that roamed and massaged her body all the while murmuring nonsense words of comfort to her. His touch soon turned heated, however, as if he couldn’t help himself. He was still much too big for her, but rather than soothe, his touch once again only inflamed her need.
He palmed and massaged her breasts with an urgency heretofore unseen in him. He toyed with her nipples, pinching and tugging on them repeatedly so that it was if he plucked the stings of pleasure that connected her nipples to her clitoris. The tension in her body was growing tighter and tighter. She couldn’t relax. He allowed her no release, no pause from the tidal wave of pleasure he was building in her body.
"Gwen." Simon groaned her name, "You are so fucking tight." He ground his hips into her as he spoke.
She felt the silky sac of his balls rubbing against the tender skin of her thighs. The hair on his legs and groin was soft and gently abraded her ass as he pressed into her.
Finally, Simon pulled out to the tip and teased her with small, thrusts as he slowly, so slowly pressed his cock back inside of her. Again, he pulled out to the tip and again he played and dallied as he thrust inside of her.
Simon ravaged her pussy in slow, gentle strokes. He played in her hole, dallied in her cream. He slow-fucked her as if only his cock and her pussy had any value, any meaning in the universe. He owned her pussy, branding her as surely as if he’d touched her with red hot iron.
She quivered with the need to join in his play. Her body pulsed and thrummed with ecstasy. Every cell, every heartbeat, every breath was saturated with Simon’s possession and she felt as if she’d explode if he didn’t allow her release.
"You want to move don’t you," Simon whispered behind her.
Gwen didn’t respond she wasn’t sure if his question represented permission.
"You may answer me," he took her shoulder in his teeth and bit down. Gwen shuddered in pleasure as the pain he caused magnified the pleasure in every other part of her body.
"Yes, yes. Please." Her fingers dug into the table as she struggled now to maintain her stillness.
Simon didn’t answer her immediately. He pulled his cock out to the tip and held it there pumping just the head into her in short, rapid thrusts. For long moments, he teased her before saying, "Do whatever you want to, Sweetheart."
Gwen exploded. She impaled herself on his cock over and over in hard, deep motions. Her breasts bounced violently and her head jerked and lolled as she pounded against him.
Simon grabbed her hips and joined the ride. He pounded deeply into her. She grunted and moaned as he rode her hard. Simon pounded relentlessly into her never letting up, never abating. Each thrust pushed Gwen further and further to the edge of an ecstasy she was sure she’d never experienced before.
His cock was her world in that moment. The velvet steel filled her completely, riding her savagely and she knew utter joy as he did so. Her orgasm spiraled in on her closer and closer, but just out of reach. Gwen was panting so hard her vision dimmed from the lack of oxygen. She whimpered in a wordless plea for release.
Just then Simon squeezed her nipple and smacked her swollen, protruding clitoris hard. The sting sent shockwaves through her pussy and tipped her over the edge into mindless pleasure. Gwen twisted and writhed as ecstasy assaulted every cell she possessed. Shrieks of pleasure assaulted her ears and she only dimly realized it was her screaming as waves of pleasure broke over her.
Behind her, Simon pressed deep into her convulsing pussy as he shouted his own release. His cock shuddered and jerked deep inside her and he ground into her as if he couldn’t get deep enough before he finally collapsed across her back. His breathing was as harsh and as ragged as her own and Gwen took some small comfort in that fact.
Slowly, Gwen came back to herself. Simon still sprawled across her and his weight was comforting. His cock slipped wetly from her body leaving a trail of her cream down her thigh where it rested. Simon began to press gentle kisses to her neck and back. He stroked her skin, but she was too sensitized to bear it and she whimpered.
"Shhh, baby. It’s okay," he whispered. "Just flow with it, you’ll come down soon."
Gwen wasn’t sure he referred to. She only knew that her body felt sensitized as if each nerve ending had been exposed.
Deep in the night a car horn blared. The sensual fog Gwen was in shattered and reality flooded in. She stiffened under Simon as humiliation and self-disgust flooded her. What was she doing? She had just proven Paul right. She was nothing more than a slut. A depraved pervert. She had to get out of here. She couldn’t bear to look at Simon.
Simon felt the change, but mistook it for discomfort from his weight.
"Am I too heavy?" he levered himself up off of her.
Gwen refused to look at Simon as she yanked her skirt down and quickly retied her top. She looked around wildly for her panties, but couldn’t find them in the shadows. Never mind, she didn’t need them.
"Gwen," Simon grasped her hand as she’d turned toward the house. "What’s wrong?"
She pulled out of his grasp, still refusing to look at him. "I have to go."
"Why?" confusion resonated in his voice.
"Just, please, let me go," she couldn’t keep the shame and humiliation out of her voice.
"Gwen, talk to me," his voice was gentle and firm. He clearly expected an answer, but she resisted her need to obey him.
"No, I’m leaving. Please just leave me alone."
Simon reached for her again, but this time Gwen was faster. She turned and fled.
Chapter 4
Plaster flew as Simon’s fist connected with the wall in his hotel room. It felt good to finally release some of his frustration. It had been three weeks since Gwen had run away from him. Three weeks in which he hadn’t been able to talk to her, see her or communicate with her in any way.
He still had no idea why she had run out on him. He’d chased after her, but she hadn’t gone home, she’d gotten in her car and driven off. He’d waited for her for hours, but she hadn’t come home that night or either of the next two.
He’d gone by her shop, Beads N’More, but her assistant had informed him she’d taken a few days off. Stymied at every turn, Simon had been forced to back off when his own business had taken him to California and now London where he was currently vandalizing perfectly respectable hotel rooms.
The movie based on Simon’s video game, Trinity, and its companion novel written by his best friend, Adon Taylor, had just launched. Simon and Adon had been required to attend both the Hollywood and London premiers with a stop in between at E3, the Electronic Entertainment Expo for the release of Trinity IV.
It was always good to be with Adon and his wife, Marlie. Adon was one of the few people he could relate to honestly and without reservation. This time had been hard though. Adon and Marlie had been married for three years now and were expecting their first child. They’d announced the news at dinner that first week.
Simon was thrilled for them, but it called into stark relief how lonely he was. They were a great couple affectionate and communicative despite a significant age difference. Marlie was ten years older than Adon and she’d had a difficult time in the beginning adjusting to it. Adon and Simon had helped her get over her resistance with a very pleasurable afternoon just before they’d graduated from college where Marlie had been their English professor.
Adon had fallen hard for the saucy little professor and he’d not taken no for an answer when she’d thrown up roadblocks to their relationship. Simon had thought the relationship had finally succumbed to their differences when Adon had shown up on his doorstep about two years in, bags in hand, needing a place to crash.
Much to Simon’s surprise, Adon had walked out on Marlie because she refused to marry him citing their age difference. Marlie was convinced that Adon would wake up one day and realize he needed someone much younger than her. She also thought he’d want kids and she was too old for babies.
Adon had told her in no uncertain terms that if she didn’t know how he felt about her after two years of living together then she was just being obtuse. As for kids, he’d gone on, if they were blessed so be it, if not then he knew of worse things than spending your life with a woman you adored. He’d further gone on to let her know she was acting like an immature child because she was just scared and being a coward because of it. He’d packed and left and told her to find him at Simon’s when she grew up.
It had taken two days, but Marlie had come knocking on his door dressed in one of those erotic school girl outfits with a dunce cap on her head. Simon had taken one look, burst out laughing, and promptly checked himself into a hotel room for the weekend. They’d been married two months later.
He loved them both dearly, but being around them right now was a slap in the face when the woman that he knew was his had knocked him flat like a condemned house. He was frustrated and cranky at feeling so helpless.
After Gwen's assistant had shut him down, Simon had gone to Gwen’s website and gotten her email address. She wrote a helpful tips column about crafting bead jewelry and her email address was posted for her readers.
He’d begun an email campaign to get her to talk to him. He’d emailed her several times a week for the last three weeks only to hit a blank wall. She hadn’t responded to even one. For all he knew, she’d blocked his email address and his messages were just going out into the ether.
At first, his emails had been pleas for Gwen to talk to him. He all but begged for her to let him know why she had run away from him. He’d told her how much he wanted to get to know her, how much that night had pleased him, but he’d gotten nowhere. Over time, his email had morphed without him really being aware of it.
Adon and Marlie always invited him to spend time with them, but he was too raw after Gwen’s rejection. Ironically, he found himself writing Gwen and sharing his thoughts and observations on his experiences with the Hollywood celebrities and the gaming junkies at E3.
The night he’d spent with her had been … peaceful. He’d felt at peace in a way he hadn’t since he was a child. Talking to her had been natural and he’d found himself opening up and sharing things with her that he normally only talked with Adon about. The sex had been mind blowing, but it was the conversation he thought about most. Talking with Gwen had been one of the most intimate experiences of his life and he wanted more. He wanted her.
Simon had sent his last email tonight though. He couldn’t go on with no response from Gwen. He’d exposed himself and poured his heart out to her and he’d gotten nothing. Only the fact that six months of code for his next video game, something completely outside the Trinity franchise, resided on his hard drive had kept his fist in the wall rather than the laptop.
The offending machine sat on the hotel desk staring at him mockingly. Every time he sat down, he hoped for an email from Gwen and every time his email was from everyone but her. Tonight had been no different. He was heart sore over it, but she’d made herself very clear.
Simon sat at the desk to shut down the laptop. He bumped the mouse when he sat down and the screensaver evaporated. A small envelope icon flashed in the system tray. He had new email. His heart leapt in his chest just as it had done every other time, but he no longer expected an email reply from Gwen.
Simon maximized his email client and steeled himself for disappointment.
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She was an idiot. She shouldn’t have responded, but his last email had been so sincere she'd felt compelled. She’d almost answered so many times. She felt so bad about running away from him and he’d been so confused.
She couldn’t blame him. She was too. When she’d run, she’d only thought to get as far away from Simon as she could. She gotten in her car and headed to her parents' house. When she’d shown up they’d welcomed her, no questions asked, just as she’d known they would. Her dad had hugged her and told her that as long as she was promising that she hadn’t been hurt in anyway, he wouldn’t pry. She’d promised. It was true after all. No one had hurt her, she’d destroyed herself.
She'd hidden in the comfort and love of her parents for two days before she had the courage to go back home. Her father had collected Monster for her after she’d come home and Monster had been spoiled and coddled by her mother. He was even more rotten now, but Simon had been right and she was working on how she interacted with him. He listened more often than not.
Relief had warred with disappointment when she’d returned and Simon had been gone. She had steeled herself for a confrontation with Simon. They were neighbors after all and she wasn’t going to be able to avoid him forever, but he’d been gone and hadn’t come back.
She could tell he was traveling because his Jeep was still parked in his usual spot, but no one was home. Given that she was off the hook for an undetermined amount of time, Gwen had tried to return to her normal life. She shouldn’t have bothered.
Nothing would ever be the same now. She couldn’t stop thinking about Simon or their night together. He’d been so easy to talk to and she’d felt strangely close to him, as if he wasn’t holding anything back. It had made it easy to reciprocate with the same level of openness.
That was probably why she’d succumbed when he touched her. Her guard was down. She hadn’t been worried about her darker tendencies getting the better of her. She’d been a fool. No sooner had she dropped her guard then she’d proven to be nothing more than a depraved slut.
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