The time to back out was now but too many sleepless nights propelled your feet forward...for answers; you'd deal with the repercussions tomorrow. Your cock is bare behind your jeans and the friction is delicious but your nerves made you want to lose your lunch in the nearest bush. The sidewalk eats up your footsteps and before you know it you're there, sweaty palm reaching out to knock on the ominous wood door.
A few heart-stopping moments later, the door unlocks and opens to reveal a vision from your dreams. The woman you've been talking to online stands on the other side in a long silky black robe, parted to reveal black strappy lingerie showing off her long legs and trim body. She remains nameless, only allowing you to know her by "A", but the more you interact with her the more you feel the need to call her something no one else has.
"You came." Her voice soothes your nerves and you return her smile.
"I did..."
"But?" her eyebrow arches up.
You look down at your feet and then back up at her clear blue eyes. "But I feel like I'm walking into the unknown?"
She nods in understanding and then holds a hand out to you. "You are."
It's both a challenge and an invitation to trust her and you find yourself reaching out to take it, following her into the house. It's like something out of a magazine and you go to comment on the exposed beams but she beats you to it.
"It's incredible, I know. I have a very generous friend who loans it to me...when I'm in need of it."
You don't ask her the obvious question, not wanting anything to spook you off course.
"The views out back are stunning," she continues walking through the house with you in tow, pausing to unlock the French doors off the kitchen. "I do my best writing out here," she says, pushing them open and walking out into the most amazing outdoor space, complete with a large pergola and glassed-in railings for an unobstructed views of the trees and lake beyond.
You step out onto the deck behind her and take in the beautiful sunset as it shimmers off the water. "So this is where the magic happens?" you turn back to smile at her.
She follows you over to the railing and extends her arms over it. "It's so quiet and peaceful here...and private..." she lets that hang, sliding out of her robe and letting it pool at her feet.
You stand there starting at her, paralyzed by how attractive she is to you...by the things you know you will do just to please her.
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I watch my newest prey react to the sight of me and try not to get ahead of myself. This one is different; he's conflicted, more than any others before him. So may of my fantasy have been written with someone like him in mind. Someone truly aroused by men but with no intention of doing anything about it. This was not some forced bi fantasy or curiosity to scratch; this was pure desire at it's core...hidden deep inside him. Until he met me at least. I'd been pulling at the thread since I met him, since I knew I had to be the one to help him come undone. I almost felt bad at what was about to happen....almost.
"Do you like how I look?"
His eyes snap to mine, dark and searching. "I do, absolutely!" and then scratching his chin he said, "I was expecting you to answer the door in a strap-on to be honest. I assume that's how you get your subs to become hopelessly addicted to cock?"
"Are you my sub, James?" I ask, walking over to grab up the remote for the outdoor TV. "Because the last time I checked, I required raw, vulnerable honesty from my subs." I let that hang in the air between us and aim the remote at the TV, turning it on and scrolling through the menu until I find what I want.
The TV quickly draws his attention from me and his expression is a mix of confusion and fear. "Who's that?"
Without taking my eyes from him I smile sympathetically. "He's who I've chosen for you." I move to stand behind him, knowing he can't pull his eyes from the TV if he tried. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I feel the tension running through him, as though he is poised to bolt and my hand is the only thing keeping him there.
"I don't understand, you said..."
"I said all I needed was an evening," I remind him gently.
"To get a feel for me I thought."
At that, I move my mouth closer to his ear. "Oh I FEEL you, James. I know you better than you think."
He laughs out incredulously. "And you think I need THAT?"
"Mmm...he's pretty, isn't he?" I say, almost daring him to deny it. Without him telling me, I've plucked the man on the scene out of the darkest, most buried fantasies at the back of his mind.
"I...fucking hell...I knew I shouldn't have come here."
"I'll take that as a yes," I press a kiss into his neck. "I'll take that as a 'you're tired from hiding' yes," my mouth moves across to his smooth jaw. "I'll take that as a 'please fucking free me from the prison of my mind' yes." My mouth kisses his bottom lip and I feel a shudder go through him.
"One evening," my eyes implore him and I know the unfair power they hold.
"What if I can't?" The pain behind his voice kills me and I pull back, giving him some space.
"No force...all I ask is that for one night you allow yourself to feel the attraction you spend so much of your time trying to deny."
Warm brown eyes look back to the screen as if magnetically drawn. "You make it sound so easy..."
The TV captures, in beautiful detail, the man showering in the basement. I smile, feeling victorious, and make a mental note to send my friend a lovely gift basket for this gem of a house and all it's lovely technology.
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The man in the shower is a wet walking dream; the kind you loathe waking up from. This was not what you thought you'd be walking into tonight. Hell, it's not even a scenario you allowed yourself to think about. Could you give her one evening; one evening to tear down everything you'd built up?
My god, she smells so fucking good, you can barely think straight. That thought has you barking out a laugh as your nerves reaching a breaking point.
"Fuck it...," tearing your eyes from the TV, you look into her waiting gaze. "I'll do it."
She beams a smile at you that warms you from the inside out. The fear that normally paralyzes you isn't so intense in her presence and makes you think you can do it. After all, it was just one night...nothing would irrevocably change, right?
"Wonderful! Let's go downstairs and grab a drink while we wait for him," she grabs your hand and pulls you back into the house, through a hallway and down the stairs into basement.
You pause halfway down. "Why do I feel like I'm Alice about to fall into a rabbit hole?"
Her laughter echos in the curved stairwell. "You kind of are, James." At the bottom of the stairs, she turns to you and says, "Perhaps you'll wake up and this will all seem like a dream tomorrow."
That would be the best outcome, you think. One night in her fantasy world and tomorrow, back to reality.
You follow her into an enormous entertainment room with another deck that looks out onto the same amazing views as above. You watch her walk over to the bar and begin mixing a drink.
"What can I get you?" She calls over her shoulder as you look around at the closed doors, wondering which one is the bathroom.
"Ummm...a whisky neat would be great." You were going to need something hard to get through the night. Then you inwardly groan at "something hard"and shake that thought from your mind as you approach the bar, focusing instead on her hot ass in those tiny black shorts and fishnet stockings.
"Here you go!" She places the drink in front of you and raises her glass. "Bottoms up darling!"
You clink glasses and throw it back feeling the liquid burn a path down your throat.
"Another please."
She smiles sympathetically, taking your glass to refill. "That bad, hey?"
You nod your head slowly. "I've mapped out three escape routes since I got here...so yes."
Her laughter is infectious and you find yourself smiling at yourself. She must think you're wound so tight.
"It won't be as bad as you're imagining James...I promise." She places your drink down and you waste no time emptying it.
As if on cue, a door opens behind you and you turn to see shower guy emerge from a steamy room with a towel slung over his shoulders, buttoning up a pair of low riding jeans. He's taller than he looked on the TV and you try not to blush at the thought of seeing him naked minutes earlier, though you missed the ink and piercings we was rocking...just enough to contrast his pretty-boy face. Your eyes eat up every inch of him, especially the sinful treasure trail that disappeared down his muscled abs and into his jeans.
"Hey! I'm the last one to the party!" Walking over to A he throws a smile my way and kisses her on the cheeks. "You're a doll for letting me clean up in a custom rain shower built for the gods!"
"You're dripping on me!" She pushes him away laughing. "James...meet Ty, photographer extraordinaire and general all round pest."
"Hey, mate, good to meet you!" He holds his hand out to you and you force yourself to take it. It's larger than yours and engulfs yours in a warm grip.
He eyes you longer than you like and you drop your hand first, mumbling, "You too."
A turns to the bar to fix another drink and Ty hops up on the bar stool next to you, the smell of his body wash fucking with your senses.
His knee bumps yours and he says, "So...big shoot, eh? You mush be excited James!"
A places a drink down in front of Ty and looks at you, smiling. "James was so excited when I told him I wanted him to model with me for the cover of my new full length D/S fantasy."
Trying to wipe the deer in a headlights look from your face, you cough to cover up your shock and say, "I mean, who wouldn't be?"
A smiles at you, exceedingly pleased. Then pulling her hair to one side and leaning her elbows down on the counter, A looks at Ty. "I also have a favour to call in from you babe...while we have James here at our disposal..."
Ty tosses his drink back and says, "Shoot...what do you need, doll?
You feel the air leave your lungs as though someone has vacuumed all of the oxygen from the room.
"I'd love to shoot a few pics of you two, just to get some ideas for my new bi erotica that will be released in the Fall."
And there it is...bait and trap.
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"Uhhh...I'm better on the other side of the camera," Ty says over the rim of his glass.
I rolls my eyes and remind him, "You said ANYTHING the last time I pulled in a favour and got you the Kirkpatrick wedding!"
