She was not at all what people thought. There were layers, myriads of layers that had yet to be uncovered. She had moods, numerous moods as changeable and fluid as quicksilver. Her kittenish smile could turn into a snarl in the blink of an eye.
Friends and acquaintances joked about werewolves, or were-somethings, but she knew; knew there was just something about a full moon. Something that got the blood pumping and the senses heightened. She swore that sometimes, she could smell a man a mile away.
She enjoyed men, enjoyed their differences. The broadness of their shoulders, the roughness of their stubble. There was always something that drew her. Sometimes it was their mind, sometimes a smile or just the way they moved.
This time, it was his eyes. A whiskey colored gaze that seemed to see too much. Added to a flexible mind and nimble hands, it was a combination she was weak to resist. As she'd never been one for self-control, she plotted and made a plan to get what she wanted.
She made her way into his home, unhindered by the locks. She'd learned many things in her varied life, and getting into a locked building was not a problem. She quickly made herself at home, poking through his things and generally giving in to her curiosity. However, she hadn't come just to snoop. She'd had definite ideas of what she wanted.
She slipped off her innocuous black coat, revealing the deliberately provocative outfit she'd put together specifically for today. Slick vinyl boots encased her legs to mid thigh, emphasizing their length. An abbreviated black skirt, made of thin stretchy material ended just below her crotch, leaving inches of pale thigh bare between skirt hem and boot top. Up top, she was laced tightly into a full corset. It cinched her waist and pushed her breasts together so that they formed soft mounds above the lace edge. She loved the feel of being corseted, loved the way it immobilized her and left her breathless. Already, the skimpy lace panties she wore were soaked.
She draped her coat over a chair, leaving it in a prominent place so that he'd know someone was there when he came in. She didn't want to give him a heart attack. At least not right away.
Then she went into his bedroom, and pulled up all the blinds to let in the moonlight. Tapping a finger against her ruby painted lips as she surveyed the room, she tried to determine the best way to display herself. She tried a number of positions before deciding. Lying on her back, legs splayed. On her stomach, knees bent and ankles crossed. On her knees, hands on her hips, head thrown back.
In the end, she chose to perch on the edge of the bed, knees bent, legs apart; her upper body propped up on her elbows. She settled into position just moments before she heard the locks rattle and the outside door open. His footsteps crossed the floor then paused.
She knew he'd spotted her coat. Her lips curved up when she heard his keys hit the floor. Then his footsteps slowly moving closer. He came through the doorway and stopped, staring at her. She felt a gush of moisture between her thighs as she met his heated gaze.
Silently, he approached and went to his knees between her legs. His hands grasped her ankles, his fingers caressing the glossy vinyl of her boots. She licked her lips and spread her legs further, her skirt ruching up to her hips. His gaze dropped to the vee between her thighs, barely covered by fragile lace. He lowered his head, pressing his face close to the lace.
His hands slid upwards, sliding over the sleek vinyl, passing over her bare thighs. One hand went between her legs, cupping her; while the other lifted to trace the top edge of the corset, fingertips brushing her breasts. What little breath she had shuddered out on a sigh. The hand at her pussy shifted, pressing against her. Closing her eyes, she hummed with pleasure then abruptly moved away, sliding her hips back on the bed.
She lifted her legs onto the bed and turned away from him, coming up on her hands and knees to crawl to the head of the bed, swaying her hips provocatively. Then she shot him a look over her shoulder. She knew exactly what she looked like this way, her waist cinched by the corset, her hips flaring into her ass as she crawled away from him.
He got to his feet, kicking off his shoes and coming around to the side of the bed. Reaching out, he skimmed a hand over her rump, dipping his fingers below to press against her. She kept her eyes on his even as he drew back his hand and slapped it against her rear, the impact making a dull thwack. She jerked at the blow, gasping even though she'd seen it coming. He smiled then, delivering another blow to the other side. Instinctively, her upper body dropped and she lifted her hips, offering herself to him.
"Slut." He said softly, stepping back.
She smirked and waggled her hips. When he made no move to strike her again, or even touch her, she pouted at him and then rose up on her knees, keeping her back to him. Gripping the hem of her scant skirt, she tugged it down slowly. Teasingly sliding it over her hips, revealing her lower body inch by inch. Down her thighs, then she lifted her knees one at a time, pulling the skirt down her legs and off. Once it was free of her heels, she wadded it up and tossed it at him.
He deftly caught it, sniffed it and then let the skirt drop. "You smell like a bitch in heat."
Letting out a laugh, she turned to face him. She spread her legs a little, exhibiting to him how little the tiny lace triangle covered. Skimming her hand over the front of the corset and down between her legs, she dipped her fingers beneath the lace and inside herself. Then she reached out, pressing her moistened fingers against his lips.
His lips parted and she slid her fingers into his mouth. He sucked on her fingers, drawing them deep into his mouth to taste her fluids. When he released her fingers, his hand shot out to grip the back of her neck, yanking her close and pressing his lips to hers with bruising intensity. He thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She could taste herself on him. She reached out and fisted her hands in his shirt. His mouth was crushed to hers, his tongue tangling with her own. Then his hands were at the top edge of her corset and he grasped it, pulling the top down to expose her breasts.
