I drift off into my book, unaware of everything around me. I guess I should say unaware of him. I figured that his attention would be consumed by his project. When I finally looked up he was smiling at me. He continued to meet my gaze, but I had to turn away before all the blood flooded to my cheeks. I looked up once more to see him giving me that smirk I knew I would get. One glance, that's all I got, and he went back to his entertainment. I didn't realize until he turned away that I was holding my breath. I finally breathed, and realized too late that I was already blushing. After a few minutes I went back into my world of written fiction, of course, every now and again looking up, and of course he took no notice.
Finally I was once again a lost cause, entranced with no attention to anything else but my book. Then he grabbed my hair and I stifled a scream, I knew it would give him too much satisfaction if he heard me. I also figured that he would stop if I didn't make any noise, so I held it in. As I thought, he pulled harder until I let out a tiny squeak of pleasure. He let go, and ruffled my hair. Damn it! He got what he wanted. I laid still for a second trying to breath, and then went back to my book, trying to find my place. Once I found it, I once again forgot myself. He tested me a few times more times. He was gentle at first, gauging my reactions. Each time he grabbed my hair it was for a little longer and with more noise coming from me. Unfortunately the longer he held on, the longer he waited to do it again. The time in-between was hell, I never knew when, how hard, or for how long it was going to last. He had knowledge now and that scared me. Finally at one point he got up and disappeared for a few minutes. I use this needed alone time to control my ever shaking body and breathing, and to find my way back to my book.
I guess he knew I would go back to the book because when he returned he locked the door and kicked off his shoes. It wasn't until his hand touched the only bare part of me, the small of my back did I notice he came back. I try to ignore him until he stopped at my bra. I gave a quick breath and retain myself. He unclasped my bra and rubbed my bare back, very gentle and then stopped. I thought he had given up. Maybe he thought I wasn't reacting enough. He rubbed a little more and a little harder. I was starting to lose my vision. He stopped again and everything returned to normal. I figured he finally gave up, not getting what he wanted. *BAM* My sight was gone but I couldn't scream, all I could do was moan. I moaned deep into his pillow. My back was on fire. His nails left my back and found their way into my hair, pulling hard. I felt his other hand clawing its way down my back. And if all this wasn't enough to make me lose it, he took it further. His lips were at my ear. It started with just a growl, deep and animalistic but soon it turned into explanations of what was in store. I quivered under his body, hoping for more. His growled turned into a snicker but quickly and with amazing speed his teeth found my neck. It wasn't until I felt his teeth on my neck did I realize I was struggling. I stopped when I felt him bite harder. This action along with everything threw me to be still at first but then turned into an amazing orgasm. I wanted to scream but I knew better. His jaw released and his deep growl was back in my ear.
"Not even close to being finished with you."
He released me. All I could do was lay and shake. I jumped when I felt him grab my hand. He placed a cigarette into it. I shook the entire time, begging my mind to just be able to finish my smoke. I put the butt out, and just laid there trying to be still. I lost train of thought and time until the voice returned with more promises. I couldn't help it; shivers ran up and down my shine. It was then my eyes snapped open. I knew what this was. I knew what I was supposed to do. Feel nothing but pleasure and try and do the same for him. My pussy shook at the instant memories of what just happened. Well that I was prepared for but what came next threw me for a loop. Anticipation, which was one thing I couldn't control. My imagination ran wild. He went back to what he was doing and there was no way in hell I could go back to my book, not now. A few more minutes of peace and I was starting to regain control. I couldn't move without throwing my body into self convolutions but I could see. I felt the heat radiating off the scratches and bite mark. I knew he was amused but it seemed like he was testing me, seeing if I could recover. Then pop quiz. He wanted to take this show on the road. It struck me. My car, I have to drive. I felt drunk. I wasn't sure I could handle it. I put on my shoes and re did my hair. He opened the door and had me lead the way. The air felt cool and refreshing, like dunking my head in water, it still didn't completely cure me though. As we walked he grabbed my arm and pulled me close. He growled at first, I was nearly gone, but then his voice was dark and deep.
"If you want more we have to find somewhere a little more private so I can hear you scream."
I regained myself somehow, but only enough to walk. Couldn't talk or think. We stopped along the way. Quick hi's and bye's was all I could manage. It seemed to take so much time to get to the car. I finally slid into the driver's seat. He closed his door and snickered.
"What's so funny?"
"You, I am surprised you were able to walk and now you think you can drive."
"Thanks for the confidence. You know, I have some self control."
I threw the car into reverse and began to drive. But before I could think of the wager I just made, however slight it was, he got it and used it. His nails found my wrist. I inhaled very deeply but was able to control.
"Yea, sure." He mock.
Nothing more was said. We got to the hotel and stepped into the elevator. My skin ached for him. He stood behind me and as soon as those doors closed his breath was on my neck. I felt his finger tips tracing the marks he made on my lower back. I was losing my balance fast. He didn't miss a beat. He snickered and then growled, deep. He was having fun and I now couldn't stand. When the door finally opened I couldn't walk. All I could do was breath but barley. With his hand pressing into my back he urged me forward. I walked with no complaint. We got to the door of the room and from behind me he used the key while pressing into me. Once inside I stumbled to a chair, unable to think or move. I was just happy I was sitting. I began to calm down, regaining control. I looked up and saw him closing the blinds. He turned and looked even more animalistic than I thought possible. I don't know why but I stood up and crossed to the bed. I closed my eyes standing next to the bed, wishing that I won't have to make any more choices. He granted it. I began to tremble before he was even near me.
"Calm down. I don't want it to be so quick" he whispered.
My mind wanted my body to shake, but somehow with his demanding voice I was able to stop my body.
"That's better. Now turn and sit." He said in my ear.
I sat quietly on the bed still with my eyes close. He tangles his fingers in my hair, not pulling just using the hold to adjust my head to look at him. I could not open my eyes.
"Look at me."
I couldn't at first but slowly I open my eyes. He stared at first with no expression, just looking into my eyes. I knew my eyes betrayed me. I was hungry, hungry for more. He wasn't much better. His empty expression showed slight pity but then enjoyment. He leaned into me.
"Anything?"
"I....I....I..." I was losing it.
I tried nodding but I knew it wasn't enough.
