“Cole, are you sleeping?”
As soon as she spoke his hand slowly grazed her belly, moving up to her breasts, stroking the sensitive skin. Enticing tingles spread through her, igniting warm sparks in the pit of her stomach.
“Who do you work for? What’s this special branch you mentioned?”
“As they say in action movies, that’s classified. If I told you, darling, I’d have to kill you.”
She grinned, his sense of humor agreeing with hers. Still, she needed him to clarify certain event. “In your letter, you wrote about an act of kindness. I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean.”
He took her right nipple. The tingles became delicious prickles when he grasped the erected flesh between two fingers; when he began twirling it, his touch and whisper aroused her. “You don’t remember, do you?”
Pinned down by the slow revolving of his fingers, speech eluding her, Jany shook her head.
“Months ago, I went to Walmart. I was looking for canned goods when I saw you for the first time. You were alone in the aisle, busy reading a label and humming a tune. You stopped me dead in my tracks.”
She gasped. As if reminiscing triggered off pent up emotions, he started rubbing her nipple with the palm of his hand.
“It’s just the way you looked, you acted…” He sighed against her breast. “I sensed loneliness in you, the kind of solitude I live with every day. I couldn’t stop staring at you. You moved me so much, I felt thunderstruck. I just prayed you wouldn’t turn around and see my face.”
Drawing in a long breath, she tensed when he sucked her other breast into his mouth. Licking her stiffened nipple, his lascivious tongue made her shiver from excitement. Only when he released her did she breathe again.
“Then three youngsters hurtled into the aisle. Probably cheerleaders from the nearest school, all shiny make-up and boobs out. They were giggling, elbowing each other, calling me Scarface. Then you did turn around.”
He seized her nipple with his lips, licking the pink skin, sucking it till she began panting. Tongue and mouth working to give her pleasure, his hand took on a different direction, gliding down her belly. All her senses aroused, she uttered a loud sigh as he let go of her nipple.
“You glanced at me. I expected to see you shocked or at least startled. Hell, I even expected you to join the giggling, although it would have hurt. But you didn’t. You looked at the three girls in such a way they quit making a monkey out of me. I think that’s when I fell in love with you.”
Listening to his beautiful words, her heart misbehaved. Beating loud and clear, it rattled in her chest, attuned to the man’s hand now reaching her bush, brushing past it, settling on the taut lips.
“You glared at the girls. You took a mirror from your handbag and brought it up to them. Your eyes were so cold, so condescending, I’ll never forget that moment. Believe me, your tone would have frozen an Eskimo. Then you asked them, ‘What do you think you look like’?”
Caressing her pussy, his hand parted her lips. A finger went in, his palm rubbing above. Body stiffening, she gasped under the stirring pressure. As the finger moved inside her, as the palm drew small circles on her clitoris, the lost memory rushed back to her. How could she have obliterated such an episode?
How could you know? You didn’t startle me that day because I had seen you coming. I grabbed the nearest can and pretended to read the label. Humming is useful to repel people. What else could I do to avoid you? Still, the little sluts irritated me. I gave them what they deserved. And you fell for me on a false impression? Dear God, I’m sorry, but it’ll stay this way. The truth would only hurt you, probably worse than anything else, and you’re worthy of so much more than a petty excuse from me. You have suffered enough. You deserve my love and my highest respect. From now on, I swear that’s what you’ll get.
Against her leg, his erection raised tiny hairs on her thigh. His wet finger glided out of her to settle on her clit. His touch gentle and provocative, he concluded his story.
“They walked away, very pissed off with you. I guess I wanted to talk to you, but you didn’t hang around, and I didn’t dare. Later, I used my resources to learn about you. When I realized I’d have to keep you safe in my basement, I collected your favorite books and music. I thought you’d be frightened so I tried to recreate a familiar environment.”
“Do you really think I’m familiar with being locked up in chains?”
His sudden grin made her long for more smiles. “No. The chains were there in the first place. That’s actually why my team rented this house. It’s always useful if we end up with an unexpected prisoner. But when I understood you’d be here for a while, I looked at the chains and I figured…”
She loved his clear, resolute look. Without fear or hesitation he was about to unmask his real self, to disclose his hidden motives for her sake. In a way, she was now grown-up enough to say it for him.
“You figured chains, porn, and a dildo would help me respond to a masked man holding me captive. You believed I’d be better disposed to see the truth if you first had me sexually attracted to you.”
His finger stroked her clit as he let out a soft “Yes.” Shivering from his intimate caresses, intense desire melting her body, she whispered in his ear.
“What do you want to do now?”
Removing his fingers, he hoisted himself on top of her. Sliding his hands under her shoulders, he looked at her.
“I want to make love to you.”
He entered her, seemingly taking his time to feel her moist tightness. An inch at a time, his rigid cock penetrated her. He didn’t push, he didn’t press, he just let himself sail in, swallowed by her expectant flesh. Once deep inside her pussy, he withdrew. As slowly as he had gone in, his rod kneading her, he let himself out.
They moaned, his slowness exacerbating their senses, intensifying their mutual desire. He did it again, and they both gasped, locked in inescapable pleasure. As his long thrusts deepened without quickening, her limbs throbbed, and a single tear burned the corner of her eye. He kissed it, his inflamed gaze demanding violent release.
Body pulsating, heart bumping hard, nailed down by the torrid sensations he was drawing forth, she felt herself waiting for something she couldn’t name. As he wracked her once more with devastating slowness, she grabbed his buttocks and pushed his cock down into her core.
His sudden harsh grunt almost brought her to orgasm. Lost in the green gaze, suspended to his impending passion, she finally heard the words she had been expecting all along.
“Come for me.”
He drove himself out and inside her for the last time before they exploded together, quivering, crying out, shutting their eyes to sustain the power of their release.
Time moved on. Bodies and minds unwound, hearts settled down. Fulfilled, Jany opened her eyes to look upon his cherished face.
Biography
Chris Lange is a sensual romance author and a dreamer. She daydreams, nightdreams, Mondaydreams, weekenddreams, springdreams, winterdreams. Then, she writes.
Welcome to her fantasy world.
Chris Lange, Enchained
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