He walked in creating a shadow from the candlelight. His broad shoulders spread the shadow over her waiting body. While he entered the room she could do nothing but stare at him. The masculinity held within his body was enough to make any woman go crazy. The difference in color between them was evident, he was white, and she was black. Did that matter to them…not really. He was the only man that made her feel the way she did while having sex. The total submissiveness and then dominance was exactly what she wanted and loved.
She slowly took off her blouse and removed her bra. By the time he reached her she laid back and let him start to take off her panties. He was going to tease her and take them off slowly, but he soon changed his mind knowing that he wanted to be in her as soon as possible. He grabbed her panties roughly and ripped them and threw them over his shoulder. She moaned and arched her back, feeling his hands move up her thigh. She spread her legs awaiting the impending pleasure. When his hands finally reached her folds, she sucked in a deep breath and felt a finger enter her slowly. Once inside he held it still and she squeezed his finger from the inside. He removed his finger, whispered softly in her ear and removed his pants. Letting them fall to the floor, he climbed on top of her. He spread her legs using his left knee and firmly planted his hips in between. He planted many gentle kisses on her lips and cheeks. Savoring the sweet taste of them, like cinnamon and sugar. Then he used his tongue to part her lips and tasted the inside of her mouth. First their tongues danced, then kissed, then they fucked. She moaned slightly and gripped his shoulders. He broke the kiss and looked her in the eye. She rubbed her hand through his dark brown hair and tugged on it giving him the go ahead to proceed. And proceed he did.
Rough, but painlessly he drove his penis into her waiting pussy. With each thrust they moaned and she wrapped her legs around his waist creating the perfect position for a climax. Her body was so tight that he thought he would hurt her, but she was enjoying this way too much to be hurt. The throbbing cock plunging in and out of her aching cunt was driving her closer and closer into ultimate ecstasy. This went on for what seemed like an eternity when their lovemaking reached a fevered pitch. They both moaned out their orgasms and he collapsed next to her.
“Lena, I love you so much.” He said tracing her lips with his finger.
“I love you to.” She replied as he made his way down to the foot of the bed. Just hearing her say those four words gave him a second wind. He grabbed her knees with his hands and parted them. Then he placed the tip of his tongue on her clit, teasing it, making her body quiver with excitement. A moan escaped her lips and she gripped the bed sheets. He gazed into her eyes and started to finger fuck her.
“Faster…oh god!” she arched her back and started squirming around. Then she started breathing heavily and when she screamed out her powerful orgasm, she let out high-pitched squeals and childlike laughter. All he did was smile and laugh, watching her try to catch her breath.
Lena suddenly woke up and realized she was touching herself. Her lover was not next to her, not making love to her, she was alone. She stopped and climbed out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. She bent down over the sink and turned the water on. Splashing the water into her face, trying to calm herself down, she sighed with a sudden feeling of loneliness. As she watched the water circle the sink and go down the drain she closed her eyes and imagined something else.
She suddenly heard the shower water running. He was standing in the shower. The steam was circling his body and filling the bathroom. Lena could smell the soap he was using, that clean smell that so frequently invaded her senses making her drunk with lust. The steam settled down and Lena watched him as he washed his body, the soap sliding down his masculine body. She couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as she watched the water flow over his head and down his body. The water shut off and the shower door slid open. He stood in front of her, his manhood still dripping with water. Lena grabbed a towel and handed it to him. When she let go of the towel, she realized he wasn’t there. The towel had fallen to the floor and she stared at it for a second. Then the doorbell rang. She didn’t want to answer it but she did.
“Hello?” she asked noticing a tall man standing in her doorway.
“Antony sent me here.” He said.
“No.” Lena said shutting the door in his face. When she walked away the door suddenly flew open with one swift kick from the man.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” she asked, before he had even said anything Antony walked in.
“Lena.” He smiled and walked towards her. Lena used the robe she was wearing to cover up her lingerie.
“What do you want?” she asked backing away from him.
“You’re not still upset about Michael, are you?” he asked wrapping his hand around her waist making the robe open up.
“Stop it.” She said trying to pull away.
“Listen, I want you to do a job for me.” He fixed his tie.
“NO!” Lena yelled walking into the kitchen. Antony became so enraged that he ran after her. Throwing her up against the refrigerator he made her listen to him.
“You will do what I ask when I ask you to.”
“What do you want!” she yelled as he pushed his hips up against her.
“Besides the obvious…” he kissed her softly. “I want you to kill someone else for me.”
“Who is it?” Lena pushed him away from her.
“Christian.”
“Who’s Christian?” She asked.
“My brother.”
“You can’t be serious! You want me to kill your brother!” Lena screamed and ran away from him. He ran after her and caught her in the bedroom. He smacked her in the face and threw her on the bed.
“You will do what I tell you to!” he screamed scaring her beyond words.
“Please, don’t make me do it.” She begged.
“You have to.”
“Why? Why your own brother?” her eyes began to tear up. She couldn’t believe he was asking her to do this. Before he answered Lena stood back up and turned her back towards him.
“He doesn’t understand, and he’s threatening to turn me in and tell everyone about this business.” He grabbed her hips and rubbed her inner thighs.
“What business?” she rested her head on his shoulder. No matter how much he pissed her off or how much he scared the shit out of her he still could turn her on light a light switch. With each touch Lena shivered, he knew she was enjoying this, and so was he.
“Baby girl, you are a part of the business.” He gave her a kiss. She gave him a questioning look and then she realized she was being bought. That was the business she was a call girl by night, and an assassin by late night. Antony smiled at Lena and left her place, his minion, behind him.
Lena was given all of the information about Antony’s brother Christian. Christian's place of business was a local law firm. He was one of the star lawyers, very wanted. Lena entered the lobby café and sat in a booth. She stared at a picture of Christian and put in her purse when she saw him walk in.
“Hey Christian, how’s it going?” one of the waiters said.
“Pretty good, how’s everything in here?” he smiled, showing his pearly whites. He was wearing a dark blue suite, dark purple shirt and black tie. Lena smiled and wondered what he looked like underneath that suit. The waiter looked over to Lena and saw her watching them.
“Nice, a little busy, hey, there’s a fucking hottie over in booth 3.” He said as Christian turned around and saw Lena staring at him. He turned back around in embarrassment.
