Shiver (2 page)

             
I rest my back against the wall and take a breath. I close my eyes and my thoughts drift off to Marcus. My chest begins to rise and fall, and an overwhelming sexual need begins to build. My nipples instantly harden at the thought of him touching me again.

I’m brought out of my musings when the elevator stops and opens its doors. I step out and am hit by a raging swarm of butterflies. They roar and zip their way around my belly, and the anticipation of seeing him claws even deeper.

The walk down the hallway seems to drag out. Each step bringing me closer to my lover, each step is agonizing all the same. I take another calming breath. My eyes scan the area…

And there it is…
Room #102
.

Standing outside the door, there’s only a piece of oak separating my lover and me. I run my fingers down the beautifully carved wood, while my heart punches wildly against my chest. I can already see him standing lean, tall, strong, and demanding.

I smooth my hands down the front of my skirt, readying myself for the man I’m dying to have, drying to devour. I glance down at my watch and notice that I’m five minutes late.
Great, he won’t be happy about this
. The act of being late always leaves a nasty taste in my lover's mouth. I softly rap on the door before it swings open.

Marcus
.

"Hey, baby." His eyes are dark with lust. They trail over my body, his gaze drinking in the span of my frame. The look on his face causes a weakening in my knees.
God, he's gorgeous.

He slowly moves to the side and motions for me to enter the room. I want reach up and wrap my arms around him, kiss him with sheer passion. But, I don’t. Today is all his, what he wants.

Slipping past him, I’m suddenly pressed against the wall. His hands take an agonizing pace. They roam down the front of my body, his left hand cupping my breast.

Ever so slowly, he slides his right hand down my neck and over my collarbone. "God, you are fucking beautiful." His hot gaze flickers to mine, and he leans is closer to my ear. "I can't wait to bury my cock deep inside that delicious pussy of yours."

I momentarily forget to breathe. The thought of him making love to me causes my body to react on its own accord, my cells tumbling into a heated frenzy. The tight coil in my belly threatens to spring loose, and I feel another wave of moisture pooling between my thighs.

He leans in close, nipping at the shell of my ear. "But first. It's time for your punishment.
You
were late."

Goosebumps prickle my skin at the weight of his words.

"You know what to do.” He removes his hands from my body. The moment he steps back, I immediately feel the loss of contact.

I cast my eyes to the floor. This alone is punishment, not being able to look at him. But this is what he wants, what he asks of me, why he called me here.

I can smell him.

I hear him take a breath.

I feel him all around me.

It’s torturous.

I slip off my heels, leaving them by the door, and make my way to the bedside. I get on my knees, kneeling with my head hung. My breaths come out in quick succession.

I feel Marcus’ footfalls as he walks closer to me, his breathing accelerating.

             
It’s become clear to me that he likes for me to obey him. Knowing my reward, I have to admit I love obeying him, too.

The wait is dreadful. But not knowing what he is going to say, and if the punishment will be different this time, is far more excruciating. It doesn’t matter though. I will always take whatever he wants to give me.

             
The pleasure always overrides whatever punishment he might choose to give me.

"Why must you make me wait on you, Lilith?" he asks in a low, sultry voice. I can hear the sound of his belt slipping through the loops of his slacks, coming through the last barrier with a snap.

"Sometimes.” He brings the leather strapping down to his palm with a sharp snap. “I think you like the punishments more than the rewards of our meetings. Isn’t that so?"

I shake my head and clench my thighs together.

I feel the leather belt glide across my ass. "Answer me, Lilith!"

"No, Sir!" I yelp. My pussy clenches, warm juices trickle down my thigh.

A dark chuckle seeps through my lover's lips. "Do you make your
husband
wait, Lilith? Do you make him frustrated the same way you do
me
?"

I draw in a ragged breath as that word leaves his mouth.

During our weekly meetings, I try relentlessly not to think about my 'husband'. Don't get me wrong. I have an undying fierce love for my husband, but this man, the one hovered above my kneeling form, is thrilling beyond words.

He’s brought something out of me that I never knew existed, never knew I was capable of, and never thought I would venture into. I think, or I'd like to think, we do that for each other.

His voice is a low growl; his lips softly graze the shell of my ear, as he bends down. "Answer me, Lilith. Do you make him thoroughly frustrated, as well?"

"No, Sir."

He smiles against my skin. He places his hand on my head and slowly strokes my hair, causing my skin to ignite.

"That's good to know. Maybe, I should consult with dear hubby and find out why you aren't insolent with him as you are with me. Now, stand up and take your clothes off. All of them."

Even with my eyes still glued to the ground, I notice the bed dip once he takes a seat, crossing one foot over the other.

Standing, I have the sudden urge to look at him directly. I want to see his face. I need to see what emotions might be playing across his features. I don’t dare, though. I know better. I know that if I glance at him before being asked to do so, the punishment will be greater than I expect.

I stand in front of him. This is how he likes me; in front of him, eyes averted, quiet breathing, no words, and undressing.

I finger the buttons of my silk blouse and release each one with a slow flick. He doesn’t like for me to hurry. He loves to watch me undress slowly, drinking in each of my movements. I keep a measured pace, as I remove each garment.

When I finally reach the last button, I slip it off of my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I know that his eyes are on me. I can feel the heavy weight of his stare press down on me like a hot branding iron, threatening to mark every inch of my skin.

He plugs his iPod in. From the other side of the room, I hear the beginnings of thumping start to flow, as “Hands All Over” begins to play. The song is one of my favorites. The erotic beat sends a shiver down my already sensitive skin with each punctuated note.

I can already feel that my panties are soaked, and probably beyond ruined.

"I didn't tell you to stop, Lilith," he grounds out, lifting himself off of the bed.

With my gaze still planted firmly to the floor, I take notice as his feet move, and then he is directly behind me, whispering in my ear. "Unless you want me to rip your fucking clothes off of you, you
will
continue undressing yourself. Do you understand me, Lilith? Because I will not say it again."

"Y...yes, Sir." My body visibly quakes. His hot breath dances across the shell of my ear, blazing a fiery path down my neck.

"That’s my girl." He grips several locks of my hair and gently pulls my head back so that my eyes are on him. "Now do as you’re told. I'm tired of waiting on you."

He releases my hair and for a brief moment, I notice an uncertain look flash across his beautiful face, like he’s wondering if I can handle his demanding behavior.

             
How can he not know that I live for this? That I crave this? I have to have this.  This is what we agreed on.
We
need this.

             
I place my hands behind my back, slowly drawing the zipper down on my skirt. I take my time, the teeth unlatching with each deliberate drag. I reach up to pull my bra strap off my shoulder and, before I can do so, my actions are stopped by a firm grip to my waist.

             
My lover slowly licks the skin right below my ear. "Keep the bra and panties
on.You
are such an exquisite woman. Your curves drive me fucking insane." I can’t help but moan as he firmly grips both of my hips and starts to graze my ass cheeks with his fingertips, giving them a tight squeeze. "Do you like that, little girl?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir, what?" There’s a glint of humor lacing his voice. "Tell me. Tell me that you like it."

"Yes. Yes I like it," I say, breathlessly, as I press my back into his chest.

"That's a good girl, Lilith. Always make me happy. Always."  At his words he pulls at my sides so that my ass is flush against his crotch. It never ceases to amaze me how hard he gets when we are together. "Do you feel what you do to me? My cock it always hard for you, always ready to pound that tight pussy."

The way the words sound as they drip from his smooth lips sends sparks straight to my core.

"I want to see your perfect, pink lips wrapped around my hard cock,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on my neck. “Get yourself ready, Lilith. I'm going to go take a shower."

I knew the drill; we’ve done this in the past.

I grab a pillow off of the bed and place it on the floor next to the bedside. I kneel on the pillow, head down, hands folded in my lap, and impatiently wait for him to return.

             
The first time he had me this way I was on pins and needles, not sure if I was coming or going. It was a new sexual venture for me, and my nerves were shot to hell. I had never considered myself submitting to a man, especially when it came to any of his needs. Doing what I was told to do had never been an option, at least I didn’t allow there to be an option. Not before our “meetings” started.

Time seems to pass at a snail’s pace when I finally hear the shower shut off. I see him out of the corner of my eye as he walks out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his waist.

He doesn’t always demand that my gaze be averted from his amazing body. There have been several times that he’s requested different things from me, and being visually attentive has been one of them.

I know exactly what his body looks like, right down to the sexy, intricate tattoos that cover his arms and chest. The way the dark dragon the wraps around his arm and snakes up his neck, and the definition of the muscles under his taut, tanned skin.

Before I can get another thought in about his amazing physique, he sits on the edge of the bed, inches from my face. The sound of his even breathing and the seductive way he licks his lips makes my pussy throb with need.

"Get over here, Lilith. I want your mouth on me."

I straighten my back, never looking directly at him, as I lift my hands to unwrap the present I’ve been yearning for.

I slowly slip my hands up his thighs, until my fingers find the knot in the towel secured right on his hip. I slowly pull at each side of the cotton material and slip it loose. My breath catches as his hard-on springs free.

It never fails that my eyes widen each and every time I see his impressive length.

"Suck it," he says. His patience is skating on thin ice. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck it. Now."

I know how my lover likes it. If he could have me open-mouthed all the time, he probably would.

             
And...I'd most
definitely
let him.

I grip his shaft. I stroke him from base to tip. His fingers lace through my hair. It doesn’t hurt. He pulls just enough to let me know that he’s here with me.

I give the underside of his cock a slow, languid lick, before wrapping my lips around the swollen tip, sucking it lightly. I like to tease him with a tiny flick of my tongue. Hell, he fucking loves it when I do.

He hisses. "
Goddamn
." He thrusts his hips farther toward my wet mouth. "
Fuck
, little girl. Are you trying to
kill me
?"
I love it when he talks like that.

I smile inwardly, knowing this drives him crazy. I continue my slow ministrations and run my tongue across the tiny slit, pre-cum weeping. My lover begins to thrust harder, slamming down my throat, and I take it for what it is: a sign that I need to hurry and suck
harder.

He lightly presses a hand against my shoulder. "Enough teasing, Lilith." His teeth are clenched, his face agonized. "Prepare yourself."
             

I release his erection, clasping my hands behind my back. As he stands up from the bed, I relax my throat, preparing it for his intrusion. He grips his cock and traces the silky head across my lips. A drop of pre-cum pearls at the tip. I quickly lap it up.

I do as he asks, closing my eyes and opening my mouth. I flatten my out tongue right before he slips his throbbing erection into my mouth. I moan as the silky, velvety skin glides across my tongue.