PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN
A week had passed since the incident in the car on the way home. If it hadn't been for the marks on her neck she wouldn't have believed it had happened - she still wasn't a hundred percent sure. Things had gone from bad to worse at home as she finally realised that her husband wasn't interested in her. After a long conversation in which she realised that her own doubts about her own worth had kept her with him they had parted ways. The lightness she felt after that conversation had left her dizzy and happy with a clear head. She had played with her toys every day since, imagining Nick above her, inside her, taking her and making her his. She wasn't sure what was going on but she knew she wanted him to possess her completely.
The time had dragged past until it was the evening of the rehearsal again. Apparently - because it was going so well - the director had decided to add some more solos and duets in and expand the concert. He had been quite excited to say the Nick had requested that she do some more with him. "He's taken quite a shine to you I think." The director had joked before reeling off a list of pieces that they might look at tonight after the main rehearsal.
She spent even longer preparing for the rehearsal that night. She wanted to make doubly sure that if anything happened again she was ready. She wore a light summery dress that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. She'd dyed her hair slightly darker which she likes the look of and spent more time on her make up. She topped it off with her favourite pair of heels - she looked more like she was going out with friends for the night than for a rehearsal but she didn't care - she knew he would be there tonight.
Setting off slightly earlier she didn't even register she was on the bus until she was halfway there - her brain was on autopilot, utterly lost in thoughts of Nick, his voice, his smile, the grip of his fingers on her throat... She'd never experienced anything like that and it had been intense. She craved more - she knew she would do anything for this mysterious man with the voice that haunted her mind.
She arrived at the church and chatted to her friends. She knew she seemed a bit distant but guessed they would all put it down to her splitting from her husband. They were all supportive but there was only one voice she wanted to listen to. Then the door opened and he was there - earlier than previously. In the same dark suit he had worn the first week but with a plain, red shirt under it, open again at the collar. She sat staring at him; trying to decide if she should go over, what she should say? Suddenly it all seemed so insane - she'd barely said twenty words to him, her internet stalking had turned up very little apart from a website from his agent with a small bio about his training and expertise. Apparently he was very private and Tenebrae was a stage name. She resolved not to chase after him, she set herself in her chair and looked briefly up at him almost pouting - then she saw the knowing, smug smile that spread across his face and she felt her arousal ignite in a heartbeat. She would do whatever he asked and do it willingly.
The rehearsal went on forever, or at least that's how it felt - they whole time the anticipation grew inside her, a storm brewing - one that would find a dramatic release. She felt that tonight something would happen, something different. The break arrived and she felt like she needed some air; remembering how previous weeks it had helped calm her nerves.
She slipped outside and walked around the side of the church, however rather than relief she found the air outside humid as a summer storm brewed. She felt anxious... there was tension inside as she tried to think what to do and the oppressive atmosphere outside only added to the growing feeling that something was coming. She turned round to walk back in and he was behind her. Looking up into those eyes she felt herself relax, like a mouse ensnared in a serpents gaze - but there was nothing reptilian about those eyes. They were dark, hot... pools of green that promised pleasure beyond anything she had experienced. She took a small step towards him and tilted her head up to him.
Her acceptance was plain and in a heart beat one arm was around her waist, the other taking a handful of her hair as he kissed her hard. She moulded herself against him. Returning his kiss with equal passion.
As he pulled her head back she felt his kisses slide to the side of her neck and felt her knees go weak. He pushed her back until her ass was against the ancient stones of the church. His hand that had been encircling pulled her dress up quickly. She didn't resist. His fingers were on her Clinton the next heartbeat and after that she was lost. She came over and over, her arms wrapped around him holding on for dear life as the orgasms ripped through her. His teeth were on her neck and she knew he had marked her as his.
Suddenly he stopped and with one more brief kiss he was gone leaving her leaning against the cool stone, dress up around her waist and soaked pussy on display. She lay there, she knew she should cover herself but it felt so good. Suddenly coming to her senses she quickly pulled her dress down and tried to make herself as presentable as possible. She pulled her hair around a bit to hide the marks on her neck and made her way back inside.
