Day Two: Evening
"But," he continued, his fingers sliding up her leg to lightly stroke her sex. "Wouldn't you like to spend the rest of the afternoon out?" He stopped, his fingers resting over her hooded clit.
"Mmmm, hmmm," she hummed, her eyes closed. "I...what is happening?" She said it sleepily, like she'd had too much to drink. But it had only been a glass of wine. And they hadn't ridden that far or hard; not hard enough to make her feel this exhausted. "You're doing something to me." She heard the slurring in her words and the panic bubbled up.
He shook his head, keeping his fingers on her. "I've never met anyone like you, Madeleine. Less than 24 hours ago you agreed to go out to dinner, and now." He stopped. "Now, you're sitting spread eagled in my kitchen, your pussy wet and swollen. Not an hour ago, you had my cock deep in your throat, begging me to fuck you with my hand." He pressed the point, literally, forcing a moan from her. "And last night. Last night was incredible. I just hope you'll let me do it again." Pausing. "Will you?"
She moaned as his fingers pushed her lips apart, sliding into her again. Even as she pushed against him, the inner voice, the one that had always protected her, woke up and quietly worked itself up to her conscious. "Roland," she whispered. "Please stop. Please."
Miraculously, he did, backing his fingers out, raising his hand to his lips, breathing in her aroma. She shivered watching him, her need almost blocking out the little voice, but not quite. Her legs were beginning to cramp and she suddenly saw how exposed she had been.
Just being the slut you are.
NO! The inner turmoil began again, and with it, she pulled her feet down to the floor and turned her head to find the door.
"Tilson's? We have plenty of time before the game begins." He was up, offering his hand to hers to help her out of the chair.
The change in subject was abrupt, catching her off-guard. She couldn't speak, looking at her feet, shrugging slightly. Why do I feel so sluggish? Why I am standing here naked in his kitchen? It's not because I'm a slut! The majority rule was quiet for the moment, a small blessing.
"Let's get dressed and visit the city a little, have a bite to eat and come back. You'll perk up with a little fresh air and food."
They had returned to her pile of clothes at the entrance to the bedroom, and he helped her carry it back inside, setting it on the bed. "I'll get dressed and meet you back here." He looked concerned. "You're going to be alright. You're okay."
As soon as he turned to leave, she immediately felt as if a veil had been lifted. Watching his tight ass walk through the door lit a spark inside her, but she couldn't let it spread – she had to get dressed, had to get out of the house and find her way back to the hotel. If he was going to drive her, all the better.
She met him at the front hall, gym bag in hand, a brush run through her hair. Looking in a mirror, she grimaced at the face looking back at her – no makeup, her hair barely presentable.
At least you remembered your underwear this time.
It was true, thankfully, as she double-checked. He was doing something to her, she was convinced – a drug - something. She'd never acted this way before.
"Super!" He walked into the hall, dressed in summer slacks and a golf t-shirt, his smile radiant and disarming. "You look so great, I can't believe you chose to spend the day with me!" He gave her a gentle hug and kissed her forehead, then her nose, and then, she tilted her head up to meet his lips.
Slut.
NO! But she didn't pull away, letting him push his tongue into her mouth, feeling her arousal stirring again. She could see the drive to the bookstore, her sex leaking again. She couldn't!
"We need to go, right?" She said, pulling away. "Let's go see this bookstore of yours."
In the car, she remembered something he'd said. "What game? You said we'd be back in plenty of time before the game." She turned to him, wondering why she was even asking. She would be in her room, away from this madness.
"I have a small group of friends who meet a few times a month. We play cards until late at night. What time is your flight tomorrow?"
"Oh. I...3PM, I think."
Shit. Shit!
"So you can stay up a little later than usual?"
She didn't answer, hoping she'd find a way to escape him.
Tilson's was an amazing store, she had to admit. Several stories tall, with multiple buildings spread across three city blocks, there was no way she'd see it all. They arrived at 3:30, he suggested they get to dinner around 6:30, which would let them return by 8. His guests would be there by 8:30 or 9.
"Three hours," he said, his arm around her waist. "It's barely enough time to get your bearings. What interests you?"
He showed her the map, suggesting he would be in the map
room
, looking at the latest travel guides. It was a perfect opportunity to find the nearest exit and make her way out of there.
"Graphic novels, I think," she said, pulling a random label off the floor plan.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled.
When she looked up, she was standing in front of a bookshelf filled with graphic novels: super heroes, villains, erotica, manga. Turning to each side, there were shelves and shelves of more of the same. She wasn't sure where she was in the store, and she couldn't remember how she had gotten there, or how long she'd been standing there. Her gym bag was nowhere to be found, and the panic shot up along with her heartbeat. Struggling not to hyperventilate, she went in search of an exit, knowing she had to get out of there, before he found her.
At least you still have your clothes on!
Stop it!
Tears from her frustration were beginning to spill onto her cheeks. Where was the door?
"Madeleine!"
She turned in terror at his voice.
"Hold up!" He was across the room, her gym bag in his hand. "Hey! Are you okay?"
She couldn't take hearing that question one more time. No, she wasn't okay! It was like a bad dream, her body moving in slow motion, her feet slogging through mud.
He was next to her, touching her elbow, his face filled with concern. "What's going on? Where are you going?"
"My...my hotel..." She could barely get the words out; her throat was constricted with fear.
"Okay," he said gently, handing her the bag. "It's a lot earlier than we...okay...just let me check out ...did you get any books?" He saw she hadn't and he changed the subject. "Your hotel is only a couple of blocks away."
As soon as she was outside, she breathed deeply, the panic subsiding. She could hear him talking, but couldn't concentrate on the words, happy to be out of the store and on her way back to the safety of her own room. As they made their way down the sidewalk, her heart rate slowed and she began to feel embarrassed by her behavior.
"I'm sorry," she said, not looking at him. "I don't know what came over me...I just...panicked..."
He nodded, keeping his hand on her arm.
Her mood shifted again, the embarrassment replaced now by a soft warm glow. She couldn't reconcile how she could have felt so strongly just a few minutes before and was now actually re-thinking her plans for the evening.
"Maybe there was something in the store?" He asked helpfully.
She shrugged, relieved she was feeling better.
They had arrived at her room, and she looked around, wondering what she had wanted so desperately. She shook her head, remembering his question. "No...I...blacked out." She looked up at him, concerned he would think less of her. "Not, like, fainted, just lost track of how I got to the graphic novels..." It made her uncomfortable to even pursue it, shaking her head.
"Well, you're here now. I know you probably want to just call it a day. I have to say, it's been a bit puzzling to me. I can only imagine how you're feeling."
She felt a rush of gratitude at his understanding. Gratitude and a growing sense of...something else. That wickedness she had felt the day before had somehow wriggled its way through the emotions swirling behind her eyes.
"I...no..." She froze again as she reconsidered what she was about to do. "I just need to get my boarding pass printed..." It sounded so lame when she said it. "I'm not sure I've got the right clothes for your thing tonight," she added quickly.
He shook his head and shrugged. "It's pretty casual – what you've got on is fine."
She moved to her laptop to get her travel arrangements settled, focusing her attention on the screen.
"without any clothes at all, before the evening is over..."
She stopped and looked at him, wide eyed. "What?"
"What." He looked at her. "You ready?"
"What did you just say?" She could feel the buzz starting deep inside her. "Just now. What did you say?!" She heard a tone of desperation in her voice, but nothing in his face suggested he was hiding anything.
"I was just saying the clothes you've got would be fine, that it was a casual evening." He shrugged a little, concern flitting across his face. "Listen, maybe it will be too late for you..."
"NO!" She stopped, alarmed at her tone, and started to laugh. "I'm sorry, that sounded horrible! I've just been so edgy since that asshole accosted me at the convenience store. I guess I never really got over it. I'm almost done. Let me grab a couple of things and I'll be ready to go."
She decided to add a few bathroom items to the gym bag...no telling where she'd be sleeping tonight...the thought sent a warm flood through her insides, and she met him at the door. "Ready!" She felt calmer now.
"Your boarding pass?"
