She opened the door to his returning knock and he grinned at the smile on her face. He went into the bedroom for a moment, to change, and heard her moving about the kitchen. When he came out, dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a police department t-shirt, she was coming out of the kitchen with 2 steaming bowls in her hands. He took them from her with a soft "Let me help..."
"I thought it would be more comfortable in the living room," she said, gesturing. He turned and saw she'd set out a bottle of beer and a can of soda already. He smiled as he carried the bowls to the table, setting them down gently, then sitting down on the couch and tugging her into his lap as she walked by. She gasped as she lost her balance and tumbled onto him, but he chuckled, shifting her a little to settle her more comfortably.
"Relax, babe," he teased, kissing her lightly. Then he picked up a bowl and stirred, sniffing. "Smells like heaven," he murmured, taking a taste. It tasted even better. He dug in, realizing how hungry he was.
Sam smile and reached for her own bowl. She ate slowly, watching him enjoy the meal, enjoying the company. It had been a long time since she'd had anyone to dinner - she'd only lived in the apartment a couple months since moving into the area from 3 states away. There wasn't anyone she'd call a close friend yet and then, in about 24 hours she not only had a guest for dinner, but a lover as well. It wasn't like her, yet she didn't question it. She decided to just enjoy it.
They ate slowly, talking about his work and hers, about her move and his family. She was a nurse at the local hospital. He had a huge family -- eight brothers and sisters -- that all lived within 50 miles. She got up once to get him seconds and then settled in the corner of the sofa when she came back, relaxed and comfortable. Lucas sighed with pleasure when he finally set down his bowl and swallowed the last of his beer. Then he turned towards Sam, and almost groaned when he saw her eyes were closed. No paybacks tonight, he thought. But she had to be tired, he realized, glancing at his watch. He was on a different sleep schedule since starting second shift, so being awake at 1:00 am wasn't unusual for him, but she'd been up since the previous morning.
A warm feeling had him sliding his arms under her, intending to carry her in to bed and let himself out. Her arms curled around his neck as he walked and, as he bent to lay her in the bed, she clung with a low murmur he couldn't make out. Shrugging, he shifted her over and spooned up behind her, figuring he could stay until she'd relaxed again. Unexpectedly, the long day at work and after work exertions made him drift into sleep.
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Lucas awoke to early morning sunlight streaming in the glass doors. He lay with his eyes closed a moment, remembering where he was, remembering the woman pressed close against his body, her soft breathing like a caress. She was...indescribable, he decided. More than he'd expected and yet she was what he wanted. He wondered if they'd have the day to play or if he should slip away now.
Sam stirred as he slipped away from her warmth. "Lucas?" Her soft voice, sleepy and confused, still aroused him.
He leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead. "When do you have to go to work?" he murmured, brushing her hair back as her eyes slowly opened to look at him. She was tousled and sleepy and incredibly sexy.
"I'm on rotation this weekend, so I have a day off. I won't need to go in until tomorrow morning," she answered, covering a yawn with her hand, "Do you have to go in now?"
"Tomorrow, too," he replied, "I'm going to go for a run." He needed to stretch, to loosen muscles that had tightened overnight, and he normally ran right after he got off work. Needless to say, he hadn't run last night -- although he'd had a good workout.
"Are you coming back?" she asked, her eyes clearing, meeting his calmly. He couldn't tell what her tone was, but he was hoping it was anticipation.
"Are you kidding? I haven't gotten my revenge yet," he murmured, lowering his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. He almost smiled when she pressed her mouth up to his greedily and he drew out the kiss until they were both breathless. Anticipation it was. She shifted, the robe sliding from her shoulders, her breasts making his mouth water. She leaned closer to him and he slid a hand over her belly, cupping her breast as he lowered his mouth to suckle her briefly. As she moaned, he forced himself to draw back, to focus. Run first, fuck second. "Stay in bed," he whispered, "I'll run faster if I think of you here."
She gave him a sleepy smile and pulled a pillow over to snuggle around. The long curve of her bare back called to him, her bare ass teased him. His cock thickened and throbbed and he questioned his sanity. He could be the pillow she wrapped her hot body around. Why the hell did he need to run today? Because he needed to think, he told himself as he backed away. Grabbing her keys from the kitchen counter, Lucas let himself out and began to run.
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Lucas let himself into the apartment, sweat slicking his hair, making his t-shirt stick to his muscular chest. He shook his head, thinking of a shower, as he locked the door and dropped her keys on the small table beside the door. Then he turned and stopped dead still.
"I thought you might like the entire fantasy." Sam stood in the doorway to the bedroom, her voice a husky purr, the sight of her making his vision blur red. She wore 6 inch black heels, fishnet stockings with leather garters, tiny black lace panties and a leather bra with metal studs. Around her neck was a leather collar, also studded, with a chain. She held the other end of the chain in one hand and his handcuffs in her other hand.
"Sam..." His mouth was dry, his voice hoarse, his cock hard as iron and straining against his sweatpants.
"You promised revenge, Lucas," she whispered, lifting her hands in offering to him, "I've been waiting for just the right...man to play with." His eyes darkened as he took a step forward. It was all she could do to hold her ground with what she read in his eyes.
"My little pet," he growled, sliding his fingers over her cheek, "Prepare yourself." He grinned as she swallowed hard, her eyes locked on his, dark and passionate as his own. He took the handcuffs and the leather tag end of the leash in one hand, the other hand rubbing down her body, feeling her shiver. "Let's go to bed, little one."
He had her kneeling on the bed, her hands on the rails of her headboard. The picture she made was so erotic, her flushed skin, black leather gear, and rumpled white sheets. Lucas sat next to her a moment, slipping the cuffs on her slender wrists, feeding them through the rail, binding her to the headboard. As the last ratchet click echoed in the silent room, she shuddered. He kept the leash in his hand as he trailed his fingers and the chain down her spine, moving to kneel behind her.
"Spread your legs," he growled, stroking his hand over her ass. She moved her knees apart and he could smell her arousal; he could feel his own heighten. "Are you wet, my pet?" his voice was soft, dangerous, "Have you been thinking about what I might do to you?"
"Yes, master," she breathed. This was what she wanted. Total surrender to another, total dominance by a strong man. Her pleasure or pain was in his hands.
Master. The word made him throb with desire. Damn, she was good. And she obviously had this fantasy all worked out. He hadn't fantasized about this before, but he knew he'd remember this the rest of his life. Lucas bent his head and trailed his tongue over the taut skin of her ass, kissing her as he decided what he wanted to do. He slid his hands under her panties, gripping the delicate lace in his fists for a moment and then ripping it off her. She gasped and he saw the faint red lines on her skin where the material had caught. It only seemed to excite him as he sat back a little, savoring the sight of her glistening pink folds. She was already wet and he gripped her hips as he lowered his mouth to feast.
Sweet. The thought seared his brain as he suckled her intimately, parting her with his fingers to let his tongue explore her completely. She whimpered and moaned, her hips shifting as she was rocked by pleasure. He nibbled lightly on her sensitive flesh, on her clit, sending shudders through her. He lapped greedily at the juices spilling from her pussy, thrusting his tongue into that hot hole and sucking more. Lucas satisfied his every whim with her, tasting and teasing until she was panting and whimpering, her hands pulling taut against the handcuffs.
"Master, please..." She was begging for more and he felt a rush of power. He paused long enough to pull his t-shirt off, to shrug off his sweats. Then he leaned over her, pressing a hand to the small of her back as he wrapped the leash around his other hand until it was taut. With a small tug, her head came up and he chuckled.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, pet?" he growled. His cock was completely engorged, darkened with the blood throbbing in his thick length, more than ready to thrust into her tight heat. He was more than ready.
