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“Don’t let it fool you Elizabeth, it’s all about goddamn money, and I’m going to spend a lot of money here…a lot.  The more money you’ve got, the more important you are.  These guys, some of them, are just whores trying to get you to put them in your money lined pockets.  Not just for them but for the community.  If they can get credit, and your money, they will suck your cock if you asked and then take it in the ass.  In the end, it’s what you can do for them with your money, the more you’ve got the more you can do.  Plain and simple.”

He turns to me and there’s distaste in his eyes because of the crooked system he’s forced to be a part of. 

“Come here, baby, tonight’s about us, not that,” his expression softens as his hand moves to my leg and comes to rest at the apex of my thighs.   Barry White’s deep voice whispers, “Feels so good…,” the beginning words to I’m Gonna Love You Just a Little More Baby.  The deeply erotic words he speaks to his woman fills the space between us as Marco seduces me with his eyes, with his feather light touch under the table, with the light breath against my skin when he leans into me breathing me in, caressing me gently with the stroke of his lips. 

The thoughts going through my mind are of satisfying this aching need that shot from my breasts straight to between my legs where I wish his hand would move to.  The need threatens to consume me if I allow myself to give in to it.  Marco has barely touched me.  He dropped his car and my bag off at his place and we walked, which would have been perfect any other night.  But tonight with the clamps nipping at my nipples and the chain swinging back and forth with each of my steps it only served to heighten my arousal.  His hand would touch my lower back letting his fingers graze the top of the crease of my ass, or he would caress my cheek when he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, or his breath would stroke my skin when he leaned close to my ear to whisper something.  At dinner every so often his hand would gently touch the bare skin of my leg or my arm, and sometimes he would make tiny circles up the inside of my thigh stopping just at the hem of my dress.  He was deliberately teasing me, he knew everything he was doing and what it was doing to me.  And I was enjoying every minute of the exquisite torture.

On the way back from dinner the streets are beginning to become crowded with the bar hopping crowd.  Marco has his arm around my shoulders when we come up to one of the few alleys downtown.  It’s well lit and both streets running parallel are visible through the alley, the blocks are not very deep.

“Let’s cut through here, Elizabeth.” 

About midway through there is a recessed doorway.  Marco pushes me into it with my back against the wall, he separates my feet with one of his while stroking me over my wet panties.

“Your pussy is throbbing, isn’t it baby?”  His cheek is against mine and the softness of his stubble causes my thighs to remember the feel of it between my legs. 

“Yes, Marco, it has been all night.”  I answer him quietly but I’m screaming in my head for him to please give me some relief. 

“Do you want to cum right now, Elizabeth?”

My legs are spread so wide, if they were any wider I would fall down.  I did this, I opened myself up as far as I could comfortably go to beg him to enter me, slip inside me with anything, please, I need it.  My arms are straight at my sides, palms flat against the wall behind me, my back is arched pushing my sex out towards him.

“Yes, please, Marco, I need it.”

I can hear people walking by on the streets, some so close I can hear their conversations.  I don’t care if we get caught, let them see us, the thrill of it makes me want it more. 

The only parts of his body touching me are the tips of his fingers between my legs barely gliding over the wet cloth covering my lips that he’s stroking and the stubble on his cheek.  My body is rigid, not moving except for the rise and fall of my chest from my panting.

“Take one hand, baby, and pull your panties to the side.  I’ll make you cum right here.”

I force a hand to move, it does so slowly, slithering over my leg reaching between them to pull the silky pink fabric to one side.  I can almost see in my mind’s eye my sex puckering, searching for what it wants, like the mouth of a fish.  The tip of his finger is making circles in my juices around my opening, my walls are grasping inside of me like it’s trying to grab him each time he circles. 

“I’m going to slide inside of you now, Elizabeth.” His voice is low and the words are music to my ears.

One finger dips into me.  I want more, I need more but I’m already so close to cumming, my walls are contracted, he gives me some wonderfully needed friction making me suck in air between my clenched teeth.  Sliding that wonderful finger in and out of me he presses his thumb on my clit and I shatter.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!!”  I can’t stop the scream from exploding from my mouth, the need was too great.

He pulls his hand away from me but doesn’t move his body.  My orgasm was cut short leaving me aching for more.  My head falls back and hits the wall behind me in frustration.

“We’re almost home, baby. But I think you’d like me to fuck you right here though, wouldn’t you?”

‘Yes, I would.  If we were standing in the middle of the police station I’d want you to fuck me right now, that’s how bad I want it,’ I think.

“You are so lucky I like you, Marco, or else I’d kick your ass.”

He laughs so loud it bounces off the walls and it sounds like it’s swirling around us in circles like a gust of wind picking up leaves playfully dancing and encircling us in its cyclone, promising to whisk us away to a land far, far away.

“It might be fun but right now I’ve got other plans.”             

He squats down in front of me bringing his face intimately close to my sex and inhales deeply.  Holy fuck! 

“You smell so good, Elizabeth, I love it.  I can almost see your pussy dripping, it’s so fucking hot.”

My head is bent over looking at the top of his with my mouth hanging open, I’m speechless.  That is one of the sexiest things anyone’s ever said to me, dirty as it was.  He leans his head back to look up at me and his mouth curves up into the most devilish grin.  This man is so bad and he knows it, and he relishes every moment of it. 

I am so, so fucked.

When we exit the alley I wonder for only a second if anyone heard my scream.  I smile thinking, ‘Good, I hope they did.  And I hope there will be a lot more screaming tonight.’

The downtown streets are more crowded with the younger bar fly’s walking from here to there in a hurry with no real place to go.  Why are they hurrying?  Are they afraid to get there one minute later for that beer?  Do they have to hurry to get that spot as another body taking up space in the bar?  I chuckle at the ridiculousness of the whole thing remembering when I wasted my time just like them.  I think the constant arousal from the clamps on my nipples is making me high, euphoric even.  I could get used to this and that could be dangerous. 

Marco has me pulled close to him with his arm around my shoulders and I’ve got mine on his hip.  I love the feel of the dip of his hip under my hand. I tighten my fingers there as a gasp surprises me while I’m imagining those naked hips grinding against me.  He turns his face to me and nuzzles into my neck and breathes me in. 

When we get to his building and in the privacy of the open elevator he stands against the farther wall, crossing his legs at the ankles with his fingers steepled in front of his face.  Marco’s look is piercing and hungry.

“Take your dress off, Elizabeth.”

He did not just ask me to strip in public!

He waits.  Patiently.  Waiting.

I slowly raise my hands up to reach behind me and undo my zipper.  The sound is so loud filling the space.  I imagine it floating out between the bars of the door mixing with the squeaks of the cogs and pulleys of the lift.

I pull the dress over my head and the cool air brushes my hot skin causing goose bumps to rise all over my flesh.  I’m not sure if it’s from the air or my desire. 

“Give it to me,” he says, his voice rough, holding out his hand.

“Now the bra.”

His eyes have become darker and intense.  His body is more erect and demanding.  There is no way I can refuse him.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp the strip of fabric and slide the material down my arms.  My breasts fall heavy with need, the chain from the clamps swings and lightly tugs on my nipples. I pull my lip between my teeth responding to the stimulation.

Marco’s hand is out waiting for the bra.  I place it in his hand as the elevator comes to a stop. 

“Take off your panties, Elizabeth.”

It’s not a request.  It’s a demand.  My eye are wide, my lips are parted, and my breathing is heavy.  It’s the only noise filling my ears along with the pounding of my heart.  I tuck my thumbs into the elastic of my powder pink panties with the little black bows and slowly slide them down my legs.  I’m a mess, I’m totally aroused and I don’t trust myself not to fall if I don’t hold onto the wall as I  step out of them.  I stand and place them with the rest of my clothes in his outstretched hand.  I’m standing in an elevator dressed in only my heels and nipple clamps.

Marco is perfectly still except for the flexing of the muscle on his jaw.

“You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen, Elizabeth.  You are beautiful.”

I have no reply.  My desire has escalated and I am consciously keeping myself from squirming from the pulsing between my legs.

Marco comes to stand in front of me, close enough to lightly touch the pink pebbles of flesh poking out of the clamps, then he strokes my lips causing my lashes to flutter with the exquisiteness of that light touch.

“When we get inside, Elizabeth,” his voice is a gravelly whisper, “I’m going to tie you to my bed and blindfold you.  Then I’ll take you on a journey of complete erotic pleasure.”

Oh!  My!  God!

Chapter 6

Marco

She’s mine.  And I can’t wait to have her bound in my bed.  My cock is throbbing in the confines of my jeans just thinking about it.  I study her expression looking for signs of fear.  It’s there, slightly, along with intense desire in her glazed eyes.  I turn and lift the gate of the elevator thinking I can’t believe my luck having this entire floor to myself.

Reaching my open hand out to her I say one word, “Come.”  And she will be soon enough, many times.

She places her small hand in mine and I can feel it trembling.  She is completely naked and bare, I am stripping more than just her clothes from her, I am removing her inhibitions and her boundaries, bit by bit, and with each piece put in the pile she belongs more and more to me.  I squeeze her hand lightly to reassure her then take her out to the front door of the condo.  Once inside we stop at the dining room table and I stand behind her with my hands on her shoulders.

“I’m going to blindfold you now, Elizabeth,” I say quietly, close to her ear, “then I’m going to lead you into the bedroom.  You’ll stand at the foot of the bed and I’ll have you separate your legs.  I’ll tie them.  Next you’ll lean over the bed, then I’ll tie your arms.  Do you understand, baby?”

I’m stroking her arms, soothing her, letting her get comfortable with what’s to come.  I feel her body shiver with the light kiss I place on that curve where her neck meets her shoulder.

“Yes,” her voice is low and raspy.

“Good girl.”  Another soft kiss.  “Are you ready?”  My hands have stopped.

“Yes.”

Reaching into my pocket I pull out one of her stockings.  I bring it, holding it between my hands, in front of her face.

“Look familiar?”  I can’t keep the slight amusement from my voice.

Her body trembles as if she’s chuckling.

“Yes.”

I hold the stocking still in front of her eyes.

“Do you trust me, Elizabeth?”  My tone is serious.  I want to be sure she’s ok.

After a short beat she answers, “Yes, Marco.”

“Good, baby.  If it gets to be too much, just say stop and I will.  But that’s it, no more.  Be absolutely certain you want me to stop.  Do you understand, Elizabeth?”

Her fists are clenching at her sides.  I’m not sure if it’s in anticipation or fear.  It’s probably both.

“I trust you, Marco.”  Her tone is firm and sure.

“Ok, love, close your eyes.”

I hear her breathe in sharply when the nylon touches her skin, making my dick twitch, and I tie it behind her head.  Fuck, this is going to be beautiful.  Is it wrong for me to want to almost torture her with so much pleasure that I’m not sure she can handle it?  Who am I kidding, she can handle it and more.

Keeping my hand gently placed on her shoulder I move to stand in front of her.

“I’m going to take the clamps of now, baby.  It will probably hurt a little.”  I graze a finger over both nipples as she’s standing perfectly erect.  I take the first one off and quickly move to the other as I’m studying her face for signs of emotion.  Her lips tighten into a firm line.  After a moment I can see Elizabeth relax as her lips open and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth and I can’t resist the temptation to touch her mouth.  Raising a finger to the corner of her lips she instinctively releases it allowing me to slowly trace them.  Her tongue pokes out to flick the tip of my finger, moaning as she does.