Echoes of Passion, Page 2

  “Fuck!” he grunted and Katie parted her legs. Her thighs tensed as his fingers explored every crevice of her intimate, slick place. His fingers slipped along the slit, then trapped the flesh dangling from its midst. “You're so damn…wet!” he groaned and his finger rubbed her clit, forcefully, expertly, until she arched her back and quivered. She was going to cum. A second more and she was going to cum.

  “Oh Oh!” she gasped, her eyes wide, her lips apart, and her ass pushed backward. His hand slipped away, up her crack, leaving wetness in its trail. “Unh!” she grumbled in disappointment as her raging orgasm tensed at the very edge, dying to fall forward but not quite getting there.

  He chuckled in her ear. “No! This is not how it goes, Katie. You have to ask, beg for it!”

  Her head tilted to the side and the words spilled out of her lips before she could stop them. “How?” she cried and he smiled, his face a hard mask.

  He paused, and it was clear from his shocked expression that he wasn’t expecting the question to be asked. Katie was a naïve girl; it was evident in every reaction, every groan that erupted past her lips. Her response was controlled and she was fighting her response to him. His hand pulled away instantly and he backed up, leaving her baffled.

  “You kneel, and you beg, Katie,” he said gently. As her face went white as a sheet, Damon’s cock surged to swell some more.

  Her reddened, sore ass bared, her trousers scrunched up over her knees, she was a picture of innocence and unaffectedness. The fact that he was attempting to corrupt her, bringing her into his twisted world of self-gratification, did not weigh on his conscience. He wanted her and he was not used to fighting the urge.

  Then he left without a second glance at her small round ass and he knew that he had branded her as his. Her ass, imprinted with the shape of his hand was a testimony, and he couldn’t wait for the moment when she would kneel at his feet and beg for him to take her.

  He gritted his teeth and his cock ached as he slipped into his discreet Mercedes, and sped away, hating himself for not giving his cock a taste of her wet pussy.

  **

  Katie curled into a little ball of self-disgust. She pushed her cheek into the pillow, then her nose, then her full face. The memory kept flashing in her mind as if she had been a third person witnessing her mortification and disgrace.

  She sought something to blame for her stupidity, for her extreme naiveté in inviting a stranger up to her place. What if he had been a serial killer? What if he had been a rapist?

  A blush stained her body, and she tightened her thighs to fight the craving in her loins. Damon Meade had changed her. In the space of a few minutes, she felt like a different woman. She had always been shy and awkward; never the type to flaunt her body or show that she was affected by a man. Her sole sexual relationship three years ago had ended with her feeling cheap and filthy, and she had vowed never to engage in a casual fling.

  Her vow was on the verge of being trampled on the ground.

  His forcefulness, his way of taking utter and complete charge of her body, of her soul within, had melted her innards.

  I've lost my senses!

  Her hope for a job had been lost, but in its place was another longing she was trying hard to suppress. She blamed the night of sleeplessness. She had been incoherent. She tried desperately to make sense of her weird and completely inappropriate reaction. There was no way in hell that anything he did to her was tolerable. It was unacceptable. She would not let a man – any man – treat her the way he had treated her.

  It had been demeaning.

  It had been soul shattering! Her pussy recalled as if it had developed a mind of its own. She moaned into the pillow, aching for the sweet solace of sleep. Once she awoke, she would forget about him. She would overlook how the man had made her feel.

  Three hours later she awoke with a jolt. It was noon and she had a splitting headache. It had been a restless few hours of sleep. She had dreamt of nothing but scattered events and random sights, but it was somehow all connected to the incoherent squelching in her pussy, which refused to die down.

  Katie had always been impulsive, and she had forever forced herself to fight the very disruptive habit of doing things on the spur of the moment compulsion. They almost always ended badly. The odds of this working out were not in her favor.

  She poured a cup of coffee and sat down on the coffee table in the living room. She pursed her lips as the sight returned and she could almost see herself bent over. Damon was dragging the trousers off her body and claiming it for the deviant fantasies he held.

  A gasp erupted past her lips and she drove her raging pussy onto the couch. The stimulation was not enough to squelch the fire in her depths. Her eyes fell on the business card laying facedown on the table, and knowing fully how it would end, she flipped it face up.

  Damon Meade.

  The name popped out at her. Automatically, her hands tightened around the too-hot coffee cup she held. Picking up her cellphone, she compulsively dialed his number. Her mind fought to rage at her actions, but her thumb tapped in the digits and the phone started ringing in her ear.

  Hang up! What are you doing? Hang up!

  No!

  Her soul, her pussy, her throbbing, almost numb ass ached for more. Four rings and she finally hung up. Her chest was rising and falling in rapid breaths. Her head pounded with frustrating helplessness. What have I done?

  I will not call him again. It was a sign. He hadn’t taken her call. This chapter of her life was surely over.

  “Oh!” She jumped as the cellphone rang on the table, vibrating, fraying her senses. She grabbed it and her heart stopped beating. It was Damon. Timidly, she picked up.

  “Katie?” he asked. When no sound escaped past her lips, she swallowed. “Katie?” he repeated questioningly.

  Her brow furrowed. He seemed very normal over the phone. His magnetism, his aura of impending doom and authority was far, far away.

  She forced herself to reply. “Yes, it’s me.”

  A sigh – an exhale of relief almost – and Katie clutched her phone tighter.

  “Would you like to come over right now?” he asked in the same, normal voice. It was deep and husky, but there was no sign of a sexual overture in his tone.

  “Where?” she asked without really fighting it this time. It had suddenly started to seem very, very right.

  “I’m at my place.”

  She paused, waiting for him to say more. She felt like he was awaiting her fuming response to tell him to go to hell. That would have been what any sane woman would do. Stupid stupid Katie! “Can I have the address?”

  An hour later, she was standing outside his apartment building. Her throat was stuffed full of cotton wool it seemed. All her dejection over never being able to find a job again was depleted. She was frenzied with the need to see what Damon Meade was all about.

  At the building reception, the man in charge checked his register and immediately led her forward. He pushed in a key bedside the elevator, and Katie realized it was a private one. It headed straight up, scarily unstoppable, and when the doors finally opened, she paused.

  Her eyes expanded and she surreptitiously let them flick from one side to the other. It had opened directly in a magnificent penthouse apartment, which was lit with the daylight. One side of the living room was fully glass, shining spotlessly. The Chicago skyline lay before her eyes, and timidly, she stepped forward.

  “Hi, Katie.” Damon’s voice made her twirl around.

  His brow creased and then relaxed as he grinned. She was dressed in a pale lavender dress, which contrasted beautifully with her olive skin and large brown eyes. Her hair, which had been messed up and tangled in disarray when he had seen her, lay over her shoulders in soft waves. He hadn’t expected her hair to be so long, and it fell in artless beauty down her back. He stepped forward and Katie’s pussy reverberated in tingling feelings. She pursed her lips in embarrassment. If the man knew what her state was at the moment, she w
ould be the one he would assume perverted and deviant.

  “Is it really you?” he mocked, smiling gorgeously.

  Katie blushed and fought back a smile. “Yeah I took a shower,” she said bluntly, her eyes shining with mirth.

  He chuckled and pushed his hands into his pants pocket. Even ten feet away from her, there was tangible, electric sexual energy connecting them. Damon surveyed the beauty in front of him. He had an eye for beauty. He had been anticipating a change in her, but not an effect so startling. Her eyes touched with mascara, her lips soft and pouty with lipstick, she looked exotic and ethereal.

  “Would you like something to drink?”

  She nodded nervously. “Water, please.”

  His eyes twinkled and he motioned toward the sofas. She sank into one of them, crossing her stocking clad legs. When he handed her a glass, it was definitely no water.

  “Uhh,” she said sheepishly. “I don’t think I should be drinking.”

  “I think you should be,” he said simply, sitting beside her but leaving a seat vacant in the middle. She tilted to the side, and could not bring herself to return the sparkling drink in her hand. His words had been tinged with authority, with a leashed fierceness that she didn’t want to explore. Not yet.

  “So, how was your day?”

  Katie blushed at the blunt question. It had been that very morning when she had seen him in a café, then found him outside her apartment, and then let him smack her ass…

  “It was good.”

  “Mhmm.” He stared at her sideways, thinking, calculating almost. “Okay, Katie. I’m going to get straight to business. What do you think of the proposition?”

  Katie fidgeted in her seat and blushed bright red. I’m here! Isn’t it obvious what I think of it? “Do you still have to ask?”

  He grinned sexily and it crinkled his eyes at the corners. Katie looked away. Somehow, his face was too good to be looked at. “It’s important for me to know that you’re committing to this.”

  Her eyes met his in embarrassed shock. “It’s not as if…you propositioned a relationship!”

  His face tightened. “Yes, Katie, it is. That’s why I want to know, and I need to know that you’re into this wholeheartedly.”

  “I'm not sure what you mean.”

  He sighed and leaned forward to touch her. She jumped before realizing he was only urging her to take a sip of her drink. She needed it she supposed – for what was coming – so she complied.

  “You might think what I asked you is more casual than committed. But trust me, Katie, once you say yes, I will be committed to you fully until the day we call it quits.”

  Katie’s lips parted. She had not expected this. Surely something so brazen and unabashed could not have the title of being a committed relationship. She glanced around his place anxiously and then at him. “Why did you ask me? Why me?”

  His eyes flamed and dropped to her lips, then traveled back up. The sensual foray of his gaze over her features wasn’t lost on Katie. “You…entice me, Katie.”

  The words, spoken with such heartfelt honesty and humility, made her chest go taut. Nothing moved. His eyes shifted over her face, but hers remained glued to his lips – the lips that had formed such tantalizing words.

  He wasn’t done.

  “There’s something about you that’s a little intriguing, Katie. I’d like to know what you’re hiding.”

  “Hiding?” Her eyes bulged.

  “Yes. You’re surrounded by this- ” he stopped halfway and reached for her, his knuckles grazing her cheek. A crooked, endearing smile wreathed his face. “Say yes and I’ll show you what I want.”

  Katie surfaced a few seconds later, when he closed a door behind her. In front of her lay a large bed covered with a white bedspread, and the Chicago skyline beyond the glass wall. His fingers gently grasped the zipper on her back, pulling it down to her waist. Her lips parted, her eyes closing.

  She had nodded. She had said yes. As her dress fell off her body, she forgot everything but the man behind her. It was a high. Everything was fast yet she registered it slow, in a daze. She didn’t open her eyes and he grasped her bare waist, sliding his hands up and forward, until his fingers splayed over her bra-clad tits. He dragged it down and she moaned, a shiver of joy running down her spine. Her eyes opened in a stupor, and the only sound she heard was that of her own breathing.

  His breath was hot in her ear, but she did not hear it. His hands were covering her breasts, searing them, burning them. Her back arched, and she pushed her tits into his palms. His teeth grazed her ear, and she heard her own soft cry before he pushed her forward onto the bed.

  Her face was pressed against the mattress, and she lifted her head. His hand pressed down onto the side of her face, and her knees rested on the soft, carpeted floor. His hands, rough yet smooth, slid down her shoulders, over her back, down to her ass.

  “I could touch this all day long,” he said wistfully of her ass. Katie moaned and pushed it out, offering it to him with all her heart. Damon pulled back, savoring the sight.

  Her pussy lips, pink and soft, peeped teasingly from beneath the cheeks. Her opening beckoned to his starved, hungry loins, but he wanted so much more than the warmth of her insides. He wanted ardor, passion, and most of all he wanted to hear the timid beauty scream. He gritted his teeth and lifted his hand, bringing it down to spank the round mound of her ass.

  “Aah!” Katie’s scream sounded through the space, echoing off the walls. The Chicago skyline, bright and alive, seemed far away...yet it witnessed the luscious assault. Her ass burned but she pushed her face into the mattress, muffling her cries. Her fingers tightened in the sheets, and another sound penetrated her befuddled, consumed senses.

  His grunt.

  “Unh!” Katie cried out in pleasure at the knowledge that he was as aroused as she. Her ass lifted at the same time his hand landed with a crash, and another grunt escaped his chest. “Aah!” she groaned into the bed and his hands deftly rubbed the sore spot. She felt a cool breeze hit the scorched skin.

  Damon blew softly on the red, pulsating place. His eyes flamed at the erotic sight and his breath came in harsh pants. He was more affected by her than he had ever been affected by anyone. He smacked her again, urging her to scream more. When she did, he slipped his tongue over the branded cheeks.

  “Oh!” Katie’s head finally lifted off the bed. Her lips opened in agony, and her face twisted as a result of mind-blowing sensations. He licked her sore ass, grazing the flesh with his teeth, biting mouthfuls and sucking at it as if her skin secreted some sweet liquor that he lived for.

  It was amazing, and completely irrational, agonizing wonderment. His finger slipped down her crack, teasing the soft pussy lips. He was kneeling behind her ass, biting her flesh, while his fingers explored her slit.

  “You're dripping wet,” he said, barely touching her clit, stroking it lightly, playing with the abundant juices.

  Katie sobbed and her eyes opened as she realized the fevered cry was hers. The bright afternoon sky was scattered with a few birds. It blurred and cleared, then vanished as her eyes closed in oblivion.

  Suddenly, the slow sensual build-up of her lust was over. It became hard, fierce, and one of his large hands slipped down to her front, sliding his fingers into the tuft of neat pubic hair.

  “Fu- ” she moaned and his fingers pressed down, slipping over her clit with enough force to almost be painful. She yelped and his other hand slipped around her neck, constricting viciously.

  Katie gasped, her sense returning with a jolt. She grabbed at his hand and he growled in her ear, his finger sliding into her pussy, claiming her wet passage.

  “Don’t you dare!” he snarled and her hands fell away. She panted and he released her neck, making her gasp in gratitude. The fear had only lasted for a moment, but she trusted him now. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her; it was all part of the game. His game. The game he wanted to play with her.

  She was up for it.

 
She gave up completely, holding nothing back. He recognized her surrender and she heard a husky chuckle. He grabbed her neck tightly, cutting off her blood supply and precious air. As he crushed her pussy lips between his fingers, she neared an orgasm that threatened to devour her in its raw fury.

  “Yes!” she moaned and everything stopped. She fell forward on the bed, regretting the loud cry. If he didn’t let her cum, she would surely die of un-assuaged longing. “Oh!” She tilted her head back, wondering where the wonderful hands and large masculine body went. Has he stopped? Will he not give me what I want?

  She remembered then, how he would let her cum. She would have to kneel and beg. Her throat went dry as he watched her from four feet away. He deftly undid the belt and fly, and removed his shirt. His pants stayed on, undone, his fly parted, and the bulge still trapped inside. It was unreal and majestic. She ached to claim it between her lips, taste it, and inhale its scent – his scent. But he just watched her, unmoving.

  His face had changed. His eyes were a dark shade of cobalt blue, completely different from the color she remembered. Katie gathered her energy. She wanted to beg. She wanted to grovel at his felt to give her what she ached for. She wanted to let the tornado free in her core. Her orgasm – quivering and panting – lay in wait, and all she needed was his permission.

  She parted her lips to begin, but blushed instead. I can’t do it!

  Damon saw the struggle in her expressive eyes as if it was written in bold letters. Everything crossed her face, her indecision, her confusion, and her vivid embarrassment. He was awed. He was mesmerized. He swallowed as the naked beauty sat still on the carpet, her arm resting on the mattress. Her aroused dark eyes made his chest explode.

  He shook his head. “You know how this goes, Katie!” he growled, making her lips part and close in indecision. “Kneel!” His roar made her quail, and she looked away. Her eyes could not meet his anymore.

  His inner dominant seethed in fury. She had committed to this. She had agreed. No! She wasn’t playing by the rules. He was not going to take this. He gritted his teeth and pushed his pants down, making her raise her eyes to his again. She gasped as his large thick cock popped out of the confines and she reached forward. Just as she was about to kneel instinctively in wanting, she tensed. Something inside her just snapped. I can’t do this! God, I want him! But no, I cant…this just isn’t me! She would surely die of shame later if she went along with this.