Shara spent the next few hours in an erotic daze. If her body wasn't reliving the feeling of Peter's huge cock slamming her in the alley way, Peter was coming up to her whispering about the things he wanted to do when she took him home with her. Her body was on fire, her pussy dripping its juices down her stocking clad thighs.
Heading out to the smoking area hoping the cool air would calm her, Shara leant against the wall. The smoking area was a narrow corridor to the side of the club with old red brick walls to the sides, wrought iron gates at the ends. Open to the night air it was a good place for people to smoke and cool down.
The corridor was full of people dressed in black. Industrial Goths with their pvc clothing and piercings, sprinkled with a few new romantic Goths in flowing velvet and lace, with glasses of red wine or beer in their hands.
Shara closed her eyes running her hands down her sides, imagining Peter's hands running over her body. Her nipples were rock hard as her whole body pulsated with need; she felt like her tight little pussy was the centre of all feeling. All she could think of was Peter's hot rod filling her hole, slamming in and out as he gave her the orgasm she was aching for. Unconsciously her hands start to cup her full breasts, pinching the nipples through the velvet of her dress.
Peter walked into the smoking area looking for Shara. He saw her at the far end with corridor, eyes closed, her hands squeezing her breasts and nipples. He groaned softly as his cock pulsed in his leather pants. Shara's lips parted as her tongue sensually glided along her upper lip, teeth white and even as she bit onto her lower lip.
Maneuvering his way through the crowd like a stalking panther Peter approached Shara, taking her hands away from her breasts and sliding them around his waist grinding himself against her.
Shara was startled out of her fantasy by Peter's actions, moaning as she felt his body grinding against hers, forcing her into the wall. Peter bent to her ear nibbling her lobe before growling,
"These tits belong to me tonight, no-one, not even you are to touch them without my express permission. Your body is mine; it will get no pleasure unless I am the one giving it. Do you understand?"
Wide-eyed Shara looked into his piercing blue eyes, her blue eyes stormy with desire.
"Yes.... Yes master, I understand." Shara whispered
"Good girl." Peter smiled "If you obey you will be rewarded, if you disobey you will feel the weight of my displeasure. Do you understand and agree?" Studying her face to see if Shara could accept his terms, Peter hoped she would, as it would ensure all kinds of pleasure for the remainder of the night.
Shara closed her eyes shuddering at the thought of totally submitting to Peter. Surges of desire raced through her body.
Opening her eyes, meeting Peters she stated firmly "I understand and agree Master"
His eyes flamed as he registered her complete acceptance of his control. Bending down to Shara's lips Peter kissed her softly in thanks.
Licking her earlobe he whispered, "I promise you won't regret this"
"I know I won't" Shara moaned as she pulled Peter in for another kiss, communicating her need and desire through lips and tongue.
They both jumped as someone shouted "Ah geeze get a room guys!"
Peter grinned as Shara buried her burning face into his chest, "Maybe we should."
"Oh shit, it's my housemate." Julia groaned as she saw the girl that was the focus of everyone's laughter. "Great I'm not going to get much sleep tonight!" She complained rolling her eyes as the corridor burst out with laughter again.
Moving through the crowd with a sly smile plastered on her face, Julia approached Shara and Peter. Looking Peter up and down, glancing at Shara's burning face, Julia smiled even wider. Looking coyly at Peter she purred,
"So you must be the mystery guy that is coming home with us tonight?" Staring at Peters groin Julia licked her lips suggestively. "Maybe I should get you home so that bulge in can be taken care of"
Julia was about five foot seven, with long curly chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Her breasts where small and pert, hips wide and flaring. She was reasonably attractive and a professional flirt. Friends would joke that she would flirt with anything that had a dick. Julia knew that men found her attractive and liked the power she felt she had over them. By going for guys interested in Shara, Julia felt that she was doing Shara a favor. If they lost interest in Shara and went for Julia it just showed they weren't the right man for Shara in the first place.
Shara started to feel concerned as she saw Peter examining Julia. Julia was part of the reason she had little luck with guys over the last few months. They would start interested in her and move their attentions to Julia after meeting her. Each time it happened she would dip into a deep depression about her general state of unattractiveness, she wasn't sure if she would be able to cope with it this time.
Peter studied Julia, he heard plenty about her, but had never met her. General opinion was that she was a cock tease, the main reason most men hovered around her was due to the vain hope that they'd be allowed into her pants. He could see no depth in her eyes, to him that was just a sign of how shallow she was. Peter looked quickly at Shara as he felt her trying to draw away from him, her eyes becoming blue pools of hurt.
Caressing Shara's face, running his finger over Shara's bottom lip Peter replied coolly to Julia "I do believe that Shara is the one taking me home, to my understanding you are merely the driver."
Eyes widening in surprise Shara realized that Peter was rejecting Julia. She smiled joyously and sucked Peter's thumb into her mouth, biting gently.
Julia looked as though she had been slapped and snarled, "Well I'm leaving now so if you want a ride you had better hurry."
Julia turned slamming her way back through the crowd to the exit.
Shara giggled in nervous reaction, "I wouldn't worry too much she doesn't have the house keys, I do." She glanced up at Peter and blushed.
Leaning down Peter kissed Shara passionately. Staring into her eyes he firmly stated, "Julia could not be even remotely attractive to me. I prefer women, not spoilt little girls. I have wanted you longer then I have wanted any woman. Be sure that I will be in no-one else's bed but yours tonight." Kissing eyelids lightly he smiled "But we had better catch up with her as I don't have the money for a taxi."
Holding onto Shara's hand Peter guided through the crowd, protecting her from being jostled by the dancers.
They rapidly caught up with Julia who glared at them both as she unlocked the car. Peter opened the rear passenger door for Shara, ensuring that she was settled before walking around to the opposite side, letting himself in. He had barely closed his door before Julia had gunned the engine, leaving the curb in a cloud of smoke.
Julia made her displeasure clear with her abrupt driving on the way home, taking corners fast so that Peter and Shara were thrown from side to side. Shara felt a bit shaken by the time they got home, she hated being a passenger at the best of times. Her hands shook a little as she tried to fit the key into the dead lock. As she opened the door she was pushed aside by Julia who stormed into the house.
Peter shot a filthy look at Julia's back as he checked Shara to make sure she was all right. Holding the door open for her, he courteously guided her through. As he looked around he could tell that Shara decorated the house. The hallway was wide and inviting, painted a cool blue with jarrah floorboards. The rich red color of the wood added warmth to the room.
"Welcome to my home." Shara said smiling up at him. She loved her home; she bought it a year ago with the money she inherited on her Mothers death. After six months of painting and refurbishing she had moved in. It had three bedrooms and two bathrooms, jarrah floorboards throughout. The cost was more then she had expected which is why Julia had moved in to help with the expenses.
"My room is the first to the right" Shara took Peter's hand as guided him down the hallway. Opening the door she pulled Peter gently in, closing the door behind him. Anxiously she looked at him from under her eyelashes as he took in the room.
Peter loved her room, it was softly feminine in such a way that was inviting but not overpowering to him. So many women had such girlie rooms that he felt like an invader. The walls were painted a very soft pink like sunset on a summer's day. Dark red curtains shielded the large window to the right of the room. The centerpiece of the room was a queen sized four-poster bed, jarrah like the floorboards. Silver satin curtains hung from the bed held back by lilac cords, matching the lilac and silver satin bedspread. Red cotton sheets matching the curtains peeked out from under the pillows.
Peter smiled down at Shara approvingly "I like the bed, is it strong?"
"Strong enough that you can suspend someone from the posts" Shara blushed as she wondered if Peter would realize that she had the bed custom made for that purpose. Hidden at the top of the canopy was a sling with restraints that she was hoping would be used on her one day.
Peter looked at her curiously as she blushed and wondered what secrets she had hidden in her room. Stroking his hands across her shoulders he kissed her softly, resting his head on hers he whispered "I don't know about you but I feel very sweaty after all that dancing, will you have a shower with me?"
Shara felt her nipples tighten again at the thought of being naked with Peter. As her pussy throbbed she moaned softly.
"I'll...erm... I'll just get you a towel." She stammered.
Spinning she opened the door and hurried down the hall to the linen closet. As soon as Shara left the room Peter started to remove his clothes, laying them on the wooden chest at the end of the bed.
