Under Your Spell Pt 04

Lioness pt4

It had been two weeks. A text here and there, that was it. She had told him she would be away, it wasn't unexpected. But god how it hurt. For months now she was almost always there. He knew her routine and when she had time for him. He had changed his ways, made his free time the same as hers. But this was different every time his phone pinged he rushed to pick it up, or worse still, just held it waiting. What made it worse was when he couldn't make it. He knew he missed his chance to talk to her and it hurt him so. He knew she was with him. He found himself wondering what they were doing, was she thinking of him back here.

She lay there on the beach, the sun beating down on her. On holiday and all she could think about was him. She missed him, missed those little text messages, the updates on his day. Missed that connection, it wasn't much but it's what she had. She turned herself over the sun on her back. Looked at him next to her. Felt that pain in her chest. As she lay on the sun lounger, he didn't even notice her. His head in his book. She could be naked spread open and he wouldn't notice. Wouldn't care. Her hand moved to her phone. She sent him a hart. Then put it away. Maybe a walk, she could go for a walk, maybe she would catch him before work. Then she looked at the time. He would be at work already she had missed him again.

Soon she would be back in his arms he thought, held tight and close to him. But for how long. Would he see her twice this month? Would it be more, would it be less. Then he would have to say goodbye to her. Back to his home back to that empty bed. All he wanted was to wake up with her in his arms. Her head on his chest. Was this worth it? He gave her everything he had. All his love and all his attention. He poured all he had into her. And for what a few hours here and there together. Texting, texting, texting. Would this be his life from now on? The love of his life separated from him

She walked along the beach, the warm soft sand between her toes, the sun radiating down on her. She looked across the sea, young couples in the water. She wondered if they knew the heartaches to come for them. Or whether they wouldn't, they would simply be happy and content in their lives. She sat down on the shore, the warm sea water lapping at her toes. Her mind went back to him, it always did. The feeling of him deep inside her. How he took her, how he controlled her, she felt herself growing wetter as she thought of their last time together. His hands around her throat, as he moved deep inside her tightness. Her hand without thinking moved between her legs, she was so wet she could feel it through the material of her bikini. Her eyes darted around her, quickly she pulled the material away, her wetness forming strings between the material and her pussy. She quickly took a picture and sent it to him. It felt so good to share that side of herself with someone. Made her giddy when she thought how much it would arouse him, get him hard and worked up. Knowing that he wanted her so. She knew he would message back when he could, tell her how much he wanted her. To be wanted to be seen, it made her heart race.

He sat at his desk, his eyes running over numbers. He took nothing in. In his mind he was with her. Deep inside her. She gripped him tight. As he moved in and out of her. Looking down at those big round eyes. His hand holding her throat tight. He felt himself getting hard as his mind went back.

And then when she got back what then. Maybe a few hours again that goodbye. When she left him. Back home to nothingness when all she wanted was his arms. And then back home that pain in her chest. It felt so wrong and so right, at the same time. It hurt so much to be apart from him. Hurt so much when she looked at his face when she got home.

He sat there at his desk, people passed him by, they spoke to him, at least he thought they did, he wasn't there really. In his mind he was somewhere else, with her his arms tight around her, surrounded by her warmth and scent. A ping from his phone, the only thing that brought him back to reality. "I've landed, I'm free next weekend the whole weekend". His heart leapt. A weekend with her a smile spread across his face, a deep intake of breath. His assistant turned to him, "she texted you at last then". He said nothing and just sat there smiling.

As soon as she sent the text, she could see the smile on his face that it would bring. Knew how happy it would make him. She felt a lightness in her step as she moved around the house as she began to count down the days and hours again until she was in his arms again. She looked around the house, something caught her eye, a trinket of some sort, and for a moment, just the briefest of moments the pain hit her, until she shook it off and went back to her fantasy land.

The time had come. He had prepared everything, he waited at the train station patiently, he arrived 20 minutes early, through sheer excitement. As her train arrived he was at the front of the gates waiting for her. Grabbing her in his arms lifting her up. Spinning her around. She held his face and kissed him deeply.

"Hi", she said softly," now put me down, stop being silly.

"How am I silly come on my love I have plans for us."

She took his hand and followed him, that soft firm hand, felt so good in hers. They arrived at his home, as he opened the front door he turned to her grabbing her waist pulling her tight. She closed her lips waiting for his.

"Not yet", he said we don't have long and you need to change.

"But.... Wait surely we have 5 minutes", her eyes burning into his and she parted her lips. Her finger tips trailed over his lips.

"We do not, and I think it's time a certain lady learnt self control". He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. "Now my lover you need to change. There's a bag there with everything you need".

"What do you mean silly everything I need. I am wearing clothes you know".

"Baby, you're wearing leggings and a tshirt, now for me you look amazing in anything but where we're going tonight you need something more." She opened the bag, pulling out a simple black dress and black heels. As she turned to him she peeled off her leggings and tshirt. "And the underwear you don't need them either", she bit her lip as she slowly removed her panties, throwing them at him,

"Are you sure we don't have five minutes?". She looked at him as he undid his overcoat, he was wearing a perfectly tailored dinner suit, with a wide peak lapel.

"No, now put the dress on", his look was stern, but with a slight upturn of his lips.

She stepped into the dress and pulled it up, putting her arms through the straps. She turned around fumbling with the zip. His hand was there on the small of her back holding her still as he zipped her up. Turning her to the mirror as he did. He pressed against her. She could feel his hardness pressed against her back. She wanted him so badly.

"There now you look perfect, for tonight."

"I am not perfect, my lover," she said with a tilt of her head.

"Do not argue with me, how many times do I need to tell you, I'm taller than you." He leant down kissing her neck softly and slowly, sending shivers down her spine.

She looked at herself in the mirror, the dress was so soft it fitted her perfectly, the black material clung to her in all the right places, showing off her body, stopping just above the knee, holding her body, the thin straps showing off her shoulders.

"How did you know the size," she asked.

"No time to wonder my lover, now close your eyes."

She held her eyes closed as she felt his hands on her and around her. A necklace being clasped around her delicate neck, earrings sliding in backs being attached to the earrings. As she opened her eyes she looked back into the mirror. A matching set, gold with a blue stone.

"I can't this is to much, please don't," she said. She felt both flattered and amazed that he had gone to such effort.

"What did I say don't argue, for you my lover nothing is enough."

"But."

"They're sapphires," he said softly, "see how they bring out your eyes, the blue against the brown. Now we need to leave the car will be waiting," his lips kissed her neck softly. His hand reached down between her legs, she shivered at his touch a promise of what was to come.

As they rode in the car, her hand went to the necklace, as she ran her fingers over it. "Is it gold?"

"Of course my love."

Her fingers rolled over the stone, she watched as the light bounced off it, the feel of the smooth metal. No one had ever gone to this effort, no one had ever treated her like this, spoiled her to such a degree.

As they stepped out from the car, he took her hand and led her inside the grand old opera house. She settled into his side pressed up against him as he led her up the stairs. They were met by a small girl dressed all in black who opened the door for them. They took their seats in the private box, as she looked around the gold guilt that decorated all parts of the opera house shimmed in the light. Her hand in his. As she looked around, he sensed her slight unease.

"Don't worry I don't come here often, either, but I thought this might make a nice change of pace for us." His voice was soft and reassuring to her ears.

She smiled at him looking into those rainbow eyes. "What are we going to see," she asked?

"La Traviata, it's well, honestly I'm not the greatest fan of these things but I do like this one". As he Finished speaking the lights turned low and the stage began to fill up. She sat next to him, as they looked over the stage, his hand resting on her thigh, the bear skin, his finger tips running over her skin. She stole a glance at him, wondering if he knew what even this simple touch did to her. As the tenor began his liberato. She opened her legs slightly, the silk black dress riding up. His hand riding higher. Slowly tracing circles over her skin as she grew wetter and wetter.

His hand on instinct without him thinking moved higher and higher up her thigh. As the tenor finished, he let the music settle over him. As now he began to slide his hand up further, now he knew exactly what he was doing. His finger tips running over her brushing the top of her thigh. She was already so wet. He turned to her as he gripped her thigh. "You're so wet already."

"Your touch I can't help it," she said as she looked at him.

"I know," as he spoke, with a firm hand he spread her legs further. As his fingers worked over her wetness. Slowly rubbing her, soft touches, running along her folds.

"Please inside me I need it."

"Patience little whore," he said with a smile, he took her neck into his other hand pulled her close, kissing her so very softly. "Patience my lover." His fingertips tracing over her hard little clit. As they sat there in their private box in the blackness, he slowly began to slide his finger into her. Her eyes closed tight as she turned to him. "Open those eyes my lover. I want to see those big beautiful brown eyes."

She said nothing as she opened her eyes, looking into his, her look so far away, her mind being taken to other places by his touch. As he withdrew his finger she sighed wanting to feel him back inside her. He looked into those big round brown eyes. And kissed her slowly, his hand on the back of her head, softly running his tongue over her lips.

As he stood up he looked around, he knew the opera well enough, knew how long the last act had left. He pulled her up, bending her over the balcony. His hands on her rear, as he pulled the dress up. She looked over her shoulder at him. It was dark, their box was private, but anyone that looked up from the hundreds in the audience would know. She didn't care, she wanted him so badly all that mattered was feeling him inside her. He grabbed her exposed hips and pressed into her. The feeling of that stretch, that slight pain to start with gave way to nothing but pleasure. As she bit down on her arm to stifle a moan. She felt his hands on her hips tight, as he started to fuck her hard and deep, long full strokes from his cock. As he poured it into her. She looked down at the stage as the singer sung something in Italian. Her eyes wandered over the audience, so many many people, his cock like a piston now pounding into her. She sunk further and further, nothing else mattering just the feeling of him deep inside filling her up. She was getting closure and closure. The idea that someone in the audience might be watching, just fuelling her desires.

Then the singing stopped the lights came back up. He pulled out of her, pulling her to him, kissing her deeply. The door to the box opened, the young girl who had ushered them in saw them. They both knew she could probably tell what had just been happening. "Any refreshments", came the nervous voice.

"No thank you," his voice was husky, but firm.

"You knew the interval was about to start,"she said, before he pulled her into a long lingering kiss.

"I might, like I said, you need to learn control."

"You know I can't control myself around you."

"Is that right," he said as he sat back down in his seat. He looked her deep in the eyes, pulling the zipper of his suit trousers down. The lights still on in the auditorium. She stood there mesmerised by the sight. He was so hard, his cock glistening in the light, her juices still clinging to him. As the lights started to dim and the opera continued she walked up to him, with a sway of her hips.

"You know what you do to me," she whispered as she sank to her knees. Her eyes fixed on his hardness.

"I know, you do the same to me. Now show me little whore. Show me what my lover wants."

She licked her lips, taking his cock head into her mouth, working her tongue over him. Her hands on his thighs, so she could feel his legs tense. With her eyes locked on his, she held him tight in her hand, wanting all his fire there, she ran the tip of her tongue over the slit of his cock. Then slowly she pressed in as far as she could, with the tip of her tongue. Her other hand could feel his legs tense, his muscles so tight. As she used the tip of her tongue on him working back and forth, in and out, her hand was so tight around his shaft. She could feel all the blood pumping into his cock head, could feel all his fire and desire. All the time her eyes never left his. He put his hand to the back of her head, pushing her down further and further forcing himself into her mouth, down into her throat.

She gagged and drooled on him as she felt his cock press against the back of throat, she began to lose all sense of herself, giving herself up wantonly to his pleasure. She wanted nothing more than to please him, be his object of desire and lust. His hand in her hair tight, as he moved her head up and down his shaft, as the music played around them, she could hear his groans and gasps as he pleasured himself with her mouth. It made her so wet her hand reached between her legs under the dress as she started to rub herself sliding her finger into her tight wetness. She wanted him on her tongue, wanted to taste his cum so badly she looked up at him with those big round eyes. He knew what she wanted, and as much as he wanted to give it to her he had far more planned for her. "You want it so bad don't you my little whore. You want my thick cum filling your mouth." She said nothing just sucked on his cock as she moved her head up and down on him faster and faster concentrating on his head. As Violetta began to sing her aurora, he littered her up by her shoulders, putting her on his lap. "Yes I need it so bad, put it in me. Fuck your little whore fuck her hard and deep. You own me my lover, use me." He lifted her slightly and with one hand guided himself into her slickness. With his hands on her hips he pulled her down tight on to him.

His eyes burned into hers, his cock filling her, as he put his hands around her throat and began to move her. Hard short thrusts, almost lifting her up by her neck as he thrust into her from below. "I own you my whore, your my little slut to use, my set of holes to fuck when and how I want." As he pounded into her harder and harder he felt himself getting closure, he could feel how close she was, her pussy dripping on him. He didn't want it yet, he still wanted to make her wait. He pulled her down tight onto him. His cock deep inside her. As he held her tight in his hands stopping her from moving.

Her eyes looking into his, she was so close now, she wanted it so bad, the music in the opera building up and up and up. "Please I need it don't stop I'm so close fuck me use me make me yours." He said nothing just held her firmly, his cock deep inside in her as he twitched his cock making it jerk deep inside. As he moved her back slightly, his cock hit her cervix, as he touched it deep inside her. "Oh god, just a little more please, I'm begging you don't stop."

"Oh you will beg my little whore, now listen". He held her firmly in his grasp, not allowing her to move. As the final liberato sang out.

"Please, please, please." She whimpered as Violetta came to Alfredo, she couldn't understand the words but she could feel the music. Could feel the pain and heartbreak in the voices. She looked down at him "plea.....", her pleading cut short as the lights came on.

The usher walked in, she took in the sight of them, her straddling on his lap. She gave a small cough. "Sir, madam that concludes tonight's per....," her voice trailed off, as she left the lovers alone.

"Wait what was the last song, I didn't understand anything," she asked.

"She went back to die in her lover's arms." His eyes looked into her, his voice low as he sung to her softly, his eyes closed, "I want my last look to be the moon in your eyes. Want my heart to break, if it must break in, your jaws." He opened his eyes and looked at her. As she sat in his lap his cock still inside her. Her hands ran through his hair as she bent down and placed the most tender of kisses on his head.

"Is that what she sang," she asked him.

"No, just a song I have in my head more often than it should be," he answered.

"That girl saw," she said after some time breaking the moment.

"Well next time we're invite her in, who knows what will happen." He gently picked her up off his lap, with a grin he turned to her. "We should go home and finish this my lover." her heart leapt at the thought of home, a home with him.

As he pulled her in through the front door, he pressed her up against the wall, he began to lose his self control once more. His hands felt to her as they were everywhere all at once. She surrendered herself totally to him, giving everything she had to him. He wanted that heat so bad, he turned her around unzipping the dress letting it fall to the floor, his hands reached down to her ass gripping her tight. His tongue on her neck. She wanted everything and all. He began to regain his control, pulling away. Taking her hand, leading down the hall, she naked but for the jewels he had placed upon her only hours before. Him still in his dinner suit. He led her to the living room. Looking at her with fire and desire in his eyes.

He laid her down on the futon face down, the soft leather was cold at first against her bear skin. Then she felt his hands on her warm and tender. Taking her wrists into his hand firmly, quickly and with a knowing hand he tied them together tightly. The rope bit into her skin, not too firm to cut off her circulation but enough to bite into her soft skin.

She looked up at him as she lay prone, her eyes met his, for that moment all there was those rainbow eyes. She felt his strong hands on her skin, his touch electrified her, made her heart race and pulse. All she wanted and needed was him. Then with a sudden smack to her ass she was shook out of her rapture, his hand crashing down on her bare skin. The sting, it felt so primal, the sudden pain made her toes curl, breath catching in her throat, she looked up at him, still dressed in his dinner suit, his hand came crashing down on her ass again. Her eyes fluttered closed, instinctively, as she bit her bottom lip.