Long Day Made Right

Edited by Mandy Marie (Many, many thanks!!)

It had been a long day. Hell, who was he kidding, it'd been a long week. He had been working so much it had started to cause friction between he and his girlfriend. The arguments had been coming more frequently these days and he wished there was some way to just make it all go away. He had a great job but it kept him so damn busy all the time and away from home so much, he half expected her to accuse him of having someone else on the side.

He sighed and brought a hand up to rub his eyes as the truck's headlights finally flashed to the turn off for their house. Living on the edge of town was a bonus for the most part. There were neighbors but they tended to be widespread and everyone had a great deal of privacy.

This last job had just about worn him out completely and he ached from working construction all day. He hoped that perhaps the fighting would be kept to a minimum tonight and he could just drop off to sleep quickly after a shower.

Parking his truck in front of their house, he turned the key and let the engine die before hitting the switch killing the headlights. The house was quiet and no lights were on which seemed odd to him. He glanced over and saw the blazer his girlfriend drove was still here, but also noticed the strange car parked next to it as well. Suddenly he felt cold even though the night was actually a warm one for late spring. Rationally he knew he could be jumping to conclusions but the longer he sat there, the colder he got and the more anger started to well up inside. Looking down at his watch he found it was a little after 8. This was his normal arrival time but lately he had the habit of getting home later. He shook his head as a stab of pain eased its way past his growing anger.

Reluctantly he gathered up his things, grabbed his lunch cooler and took a breath before exiting the truck, walking up the stone pathway to the quiet house, trying to prepare himself for anything he found within.

Opening the door he stopped short.

His mind had expected a great deal of things and he'd been prepared to deal with each scenario that he'd come up with but this just stopped him dead in his tracks. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the cats spying the open door with interest so he stepped inside and closed the door behind him before looking around. The curtains had been drawn and a few candles had been lit, casting a soft glow, allowing enough light to see the person standing before him.

She was dressed in sweeping wraps of black fabric with her face hidden by a veil, giving him the distinct feeling of having passed over the threshold of some odd harem movie. The figure bowed low before reaching out and taking the items from his arms, encountering little resistance from the shell-shocked man and placed them aside on a end table.

"Mistress bids you welcome home Master and conveys her wish that you had a pleasant day," The woman told him before sliding her arm through his and leading him further into the house towards the bedroom.

"Um, sure," was about all he could manage as he let himself be led when something clicked into place, "Maggie? Is that you?"

Even now his mind thought back to the strange car parked next to Lizzie's. He'd heard the two talking about her getting a new one and he must have missed the temporary sticker in the window. He shook his head feeling a bit foolish as his earlier thoughts came back to haunt him.

"Shush! You'll ruin it," Maggie chided him and stifled a laugh as she led him to her best friend's bedroom and paused at the door, ushering him inside. "Mistress wishes you to bathe and then dress," she gestured to the long white tunic looking item laid out upon the bed and the open door to the bathroom where more candle light flickered. "When Master finishes, he is to seek out Mistress in the back. She is awaiting him," Maggie finished before bowing low once again and disappearing back out the way she'd brought him in. Faintly he heard the front door open and close and a car start up and drive off.

To say he was confused was most likely an understatement. He shook his head, Lizzie never ceased to amaze him and he began to undress, tossing his dusty clothes in the general vicinity of the hamper before stepping into the shower. Afterwards, he toweled off and pulled the kamis on over his head. It fell to about his calves and he'd never admit that it was actually comfortable even if he did feel he was wearing something like a nightgown. As he walked through the house, he blew out the candles and marveled at the thought that must have gone into this. He knew Lizzie belly danced and liked Middle Eastern decorations; he himself was more of a Celt buff so their house was decorated in a strange mix of both but it seemed to work, just like them.

He stepped out the back door and looked around. He truly was amazed. He wondered how long it had taken Lizzie and Maggie to decorate and set this up. How long had she been planning this? Their large tent was transformed into a tent that looked like it belonged in a desert somewhere with camels. A canopy had been set up before it with a carpet laid out with pillows piled in a corner. He saw a tray of food sitting there and light from a few tiki torches flickered just enough to show the inside which also had been treated the same way, carpets and fabric served to mask it as a plain nylon tent and turn it into something more exotic.

He just had to laugh to himself as he walked down the steps and over to the tent. He could hear soft tribal music playing from somewhere and could even smell incense burning. In the back of his mind he started to think that if this is what he gets for not being home as often as he should, he needed to stay out a lot more. There was a small note sitting near the pillows and food that simply said, "Sit here" in sprawling script. Who was he to argue? He settled himself down and poured himself a glass of wine from the pitcher on the tray and pulled off a few grapes lounging and waiting to see what would happen next.

He heard her before her saw her. The bells chimed softly in the darkness before the music got a little louder and a slow drumbeat started to roll out into the night. She came out from around the tent with slow hypnotic movements, hips dipping in time with the drum beats. Her skirts flowed softly around her legs and the coins and bells glittered in the torchlight. He looked her over and could help but smile, he was a lucky man. Her hair was hidden under a turban that glittered with all sorts of jewelry and bells and a veil looped around to hide most of her face save for her black outlined eyes that watched him in a way that made a shiver run rampant over his body. Below the veil she wore some sort of long sleeved top that had ties only across the back of her shoulders and mid back, leaving a lot of bare skin open to his gaze. Over that top she had on a bra that was covered in coins and bells, tassels hung from her belt and every time she moved, they swayed with her, drawing his eyes to her hips.

She danced for him, her movements slow and seductive keeping in time with the beats of the drum. She came close to him but never enough where he could reach out and touch her, his fingers only brushing the silky skirts she wore as she spun away from him, teasing. The food forgotten he watched her and shifted a little in his seat against the pillows. He wanted to stand, grab her, kiss her and run his hands over her but knew it wasn't part of the game. A thought came to him just then and he smirked a little before hiding it away and reaching up, clapping his hands twice. She stopped and regarded him for a moment in curiosity. Reaching out he tapped the carpet before him before leaning back against the pillows, watching to see what she did.

Her grin hidden by her veil she knew he was catching on and slowly made her way over to him, she gave her hips a little extra sway before gracefully lowering herself to her knees in the spot he had tapped on the carpet, hands clasped in her lap waiting patiently to see what was running through his mind.

"You displease me," he simply said before eating another grape nonchalantly. He was warming to this game.

She arched a slender brow but decided to play along, wondering what he was up to.

"How so?" She asked him.

"You hide your face from me, that displeases me," he said while reaching forward and tugging on the veil, causing it to come un-tucked and fall to the side.

She tried to keep her face neutral but couldn't help the pull of a smile at the corner of her lips.

"Anything else that displeases you?" she quietly asked, her dark eyes trained on his.

"Yes, your hospitality is not very good," he replied, keeping her gaze with his own, determined to win this part of the game.

She glanced around and returned her gaze to him only to find him picking at the dirt under his nails.

"How so? You have food and drink and music..." she trailed off regarding him, wondering what he was getting at.

"True, but I must serve myself," he told her with out looking up from his nails.

Pausing a moment she looked him over before reaching out to the cup of wine and offering it to him. He took it from her, deliberately avoiding any brush of her skin and took a drink before handing it back to her and informing her that he was now hungry. She scowled a little at the treatment she was getting but decided to comply at least for a little while longer. She reached out to the grapes and was about to pull one from the vine before he told her to stop. She paused and looked back to him and noticed he was still preoccupied with his nails and not even paying attention to her. She tilted her head, letting the jewelry on her turban tinkle a bit in hopes of catching some attention and scowling even more when it failed.

"Your hands are unclean, don't use them," he told her, giving her glance and then looking back down to his nails, hiding his grin at seeing her irritation. It wouldn't be as much fun if he didn't push the envelope at least a little he decided.

Shooting him one last dirty look she bent low and pulled a grape from the vine with her teeth, holding it gently between her lips she moved closer and waited for him to lift his face. He knew she was waiting from him and he stretched that moment out just a bit longer, making her wait before looking up to her, letting her lean forward and press the grape to his lips. As she did he reached out and slid a hand around the back of her neck and pressed his lips to hers, taking the grape and kissing her soundly as he held her firmly in place.

When he let her go she sat back on her heels and could feel the heat wash over her from the kiss. He still had that ability to do that to her, get her worked up with a kiss. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers over his skin, to trace the many scars he'd acquired while growing up and run her tongue over his flesh.

He looked at her and saw the faint color creep into her skin, her eyes even darker as she watched him with a hungry expression. He shifted on his side again, trying not to draw attention to his erection that pressed against the material of the robe he wore.

Covering a yawn he gestured to the tent, "I'm bored and tired now, make ready my bed," and with that he gave her a dismissing gesture.

She rose to her feet, embarrassed at how wet she'd become and backed away with a bow before ducking into the tent. He got to his feet and tried to adjust his clothes with a groan before finally deciding the hell with it, reaching down he finished the glass of wine before turning his attention to the tent and the jingles he heard from with in. Grinning, he made his way over swept aside the sheer material hanging down to peer inside.

She had removed the turban and let her long brown hair down and peeled off most of the outer layers of her costume and jewelry. He watched as she fluffed the pillows about the futon mattress she'd laid out and pulled down the furry comforter. He stepped inside behind her and when she stood up to stretch her back he slid his hands around her bare stomach, pulling her back against him, letting her feel how pleased he was. She closed her eyes and relaxed against him moaning softly as she wiggled ever so slightly against him. He let go of her as she reached back to his legs, holding on to them holding him tight to her as he swept her long hair to the side and over her shoulder, leaving her back bare to him.

"Have I told you how much I like these tops?" he whispered in her ear as he pulled on the bow that held the bottom tie in place, letting it fall loose before moving to the tie across the back of her shoulders. Pulling it loose he guided her arms forward and let the top slide down them and onto the floor, leaving her bare save for the harem pants she wore. He could hear her panting softly as his touch drifted over her arms and down the side of her ribs, barely brushing the sides of her breasts.

His touch left goose bumps in the wake of his fingers and she turned around to look at him, her lips seeking out his, arms wrapping around his neck and fingers running through his short hair. Pressing herself against him she tried to tell him how much she needed him through her kiss, letting her tongue play against his as his hands ran down her back to cup her ass, pressing her against him. With a groan she separated herself from him and sank to her knees, helping him pull up the garment and before he had it over his head her tongue was already running slowly along his shaft, bathing it her warm breath. Her arms were wrapped about his legs as she gave his cock tender licks and little teasing nibbles, she gave a whimper when his hands wound themselves in her hair, gently urging her onward. She let her tongue swirl around the head for a few moments before dragging it over the tip of the head and licking away the precum that had seeped out, feeling him twitch as she did so. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she slowly slid him into her mouth, one hand moving around to his sack, rolling it gently in her hand as she slowly slid him in and out of her mouth, moving all the way to the tip before sliding him back in down as far as she could go.

She could feel that he was fighting the urge to thrust against her but was instead clasping and unclasping her hair in his hands. Looking up to him she noticed his closed eyes and had clenched jaw as she worked him. Speeding up she worked him more, wanting him to cum for her. She felt him stiffen and let out a loud groan before she felt his cock pulse and fill her mouth. She swallowed what she could but some still dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. Gently she guided him to the mattress and got him to lie down as he panted. Wiping herself off she left but returned with the pitcher of wine and cup, filling it and letting him drink a bit before setting it aside. His eyes were on her face as she smiled to him.

"Still bored?" She asked before he answered her with a grin.

He sat up and reached for her telling her it was his turn and she backed away from his hands, shaking her head and informing that this was his night, all for him. Leaning back he looked at her for a bit and then grinned in a way that made her shiver for no good reason.

"Strip," he commanded, "And since I'm not allowed to touch you, you get to give me a show then."

She paused, never having done that in front of anyone, she felt embarrassed. Looking into his eyes she saw the expectation and want in them and decided to give it a try. Standing she slowly shimmied out of her harem pants and looked around before he patted the mattress next to him. She moved over and lay down, close enough to feel his body heat against her skin, chilled as she was nervous. She was on his side; head propped up with his hand and was calmly watching her with expectant eyes.

Taking a breath and closing her eyes she almost jumped as she felt his lips brush over her ear, the warm breath tickling her as he told her to relax and enjoy, like he was not even there. Mutely she nodded and took another breath before letting her fingers play over her own skin. They danced lightly down her breasts and circled her nipples, brushing her palms over the hard nubs before cupping them and gently squeezing. One hand strayed down her stomach as the other continued to slowly kneed her own breast, even rolling the nipples between her fingers. Shyly she spread her legs and let her other fingers dip down her smooth shaven mound to circle her clit.

He watched it all with fascination and smiled at the slight frown of concentration she wore as her fingers were doing the very things he wanted to. Letting his gaze float down her body he watched as her fingers delved between her folds only to come out shiny with wetness, he could hear how wet she was and it only served to turn him on. He dropped a hand to his hardening cock and slowly started to rub as he watched her. He listened to her fingers as the slid in and out and then rubbed over her clit, her breathing heavy as she worked, before her other hand slid down her body, legs spread wide as one hand rubbed at her clit and the other pushed fingers in and out in a slow rhythm. She whimpered as she sped up, her body tensing, she was close and needed to rub just a bit more to get there.

Getting up to his knees he moved around to kneel between her widespread legs and pulled her hands away, bringing on a moan of protest as she opened her eyes to see what was going on. Leaning over her and pinning her hands up near her head he slowly rubbed the head of his cock over her swollen lips, delving inside just ever so slightly before using it to nudge her clit, the head already coated with her juices. Moaning she tried to angle her hips in order to increase the touch but he kept up his game until he could almost see the tears of need in her eyes. Leaning forward he thrust all the way into her tightness and both froze for a moment. She breathed in, he always filled her until she thought she could take no more and she loved every minute of it.

Her lips whispered "Oh, god..." before he started his slow strokes in and out of her, pulling almost out before pushing back in all the way. He leaned up and grabbed hold of her hips, using them as he pushed. Her hands sought out the pillow near her head and held on to it. She wrapped her legs around his hips and raised her own to him thrust for thrust while listening to the sounds of their lovemaking.

Her muscles clenched tightly around him every time he pulled out, making him only want to thrust back in again. He started to speed up the pace, wanting to pound into her and hear her cry out for him. His hands held firmly to her hips as he pulled almost all the way out only to slam back into her. The sound of flesh smacking into flesh and their combined groans and moans filled the tent. She reached down to hold onto her breasts to keep them from bouncing at the rough pace they were going. Letting go of her hips he lowered himself down over her body, pushing her hand away having always loved to watch her ample breasts move and started the frenzied pace once again. Her legs locked about his waist and she gladly dug her fingertips into his back, pulling him closer to her own body. In and out he slammed into her until he felt her stiffen and then arch into him as she came, crying out and digging her nails into his back.

He groaned as her muscles clenched around his cock, milking it and he slowed his pace slightly, pausing a bit before each new hard thrust, enjoying the feel of her walls hugging him before gave one last thrust, coming inside of her. Laying his head on her chest he noticed how sweaty both had gotten and he could hear her heart racing along with her breath. Every now and again her tunnel still fluttered and caused him to moan a little. Her fingers were gently brushing through his wet hair before he reluctantly pulled out and moved to lie beside her.