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“Tell me, baby, did you enjoy feeling like you were restrained?”  His voice is now sultry, licking me, heating my insides.

I feel myself flush as my groin begins to pulse.

“Yes, I did, very much.”  I don’t trust my voice to speak any more loudly than barely just above a whisper.  My mind goes into overdrive with images of Marco tying me up so I’m wonderfully helpless to the onslaught of attention he would shower my body with.  Holy fuck, that is so sexy!

His hand slides through the flaps of my robe and begins to tease my already hardened nipples as I feel my wetness seeping from me. 

I am in so much trouble.

“Yes, you did.  And you’re thinking about what it’s going to be like when I do tie you up and do decadent things to you.”  How can he make me feel like he’s seducing me with only his words?

My heart rate has just accelerated and the aches and pains are now a delightful promise of erotic things yet to come. 

“Marco?” 

“Yes, baby?”

“What’s the name of that gym you go to?”  I decide I’d better start preparing.   Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a wonderfully bumpy ride.

His laugh is gut deep and fills the room, shaking me with its force.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea.  The name of the place is Evolutions, I’ll text you the address later.”

My wheels are turning in my head with all of these new images and possibilities.  And all of the places this can lead.  How am I supposed to concentrate on work now?

Speaking of which, I tell him, “As much as I’d love to continue this conversation right now, my little sexual deviant, I have to get ready for work.” 

I rise up and turn to kiss him and he hugs me tight and kisses me deeply.  I climb up on his lap to straddle him not breaking our kiss and push my body into his as I grab handfuls of his hair, completely turned on by what he’s told me.

Coming up for air, he’s still holding me close and I can feel his arousal pressed against my sex, he says breathlessly, “You’d better go right now or you won’t be able to for at least another hour.”

“Ok, I’m going…,” and I just sit there trying to compose myself with our foreheads pressed lightly against each other.

With one final quick kiss, he pushes me gently, “Go now baby, or neither one of us will stop.”

Getting up I say over my shoulder, “Joy kill,” and chuckle. 

There is an obvious bounce in my step now.

“You are much peppier now than you were when you first woke up, sexy,” he laughs at me.

“It’s amazing what a few little minutes can do, wouldn’t you agree?”  I turn to look at him, smiling seductively, and wink.

“Yeah, well, I’m going to make you some breakfast and you’re going to eat it.  I have a feeling that beast of yours is ready to go and it’s going to need food.”

“Yes, Sir,” I purr at him.

“GO, Elizabeth, before I throw you down and fuck the shit out of you for playing with me,” and I think I have just about pushed him as far as I think I can go.

He begins to lift himself off of the bed looking at me with a predatory gaze. 

“Eeeek!” I squeal happily a little and take off sprinting towards the bathroom.

Marco

This is going to be fucking amazing!  Molding Elizabeth, dipping her into submission, seeing her blossom under my control.  The thought of it alone makes me incredibly and painfully hard.  If we just had a few more minutes I would get in the shower and fuck her fast and hard, no fondling, no caressing, just push her against the wall and pound into her, it wouldn’t take long.  Last night was about her pleasure, right now I need release.  I’ll just wait until a get back to the hotel and take care of it myself. 

This sucks.

I get up and put on the rest of my clothes that I scattered on the way to the bedroom last night.  I would have picked them up this morning when I woke up but I was running a few minutes late myself.  I’m not looking forward to going in to work this morning, things haven’t gone exactly as planned and I hope there aren’t any more surprises waiting for me when I get there.

Going into the kitchen to start the spinach omelet wraps, I half expect there not to be enough ingredients in the fridge.  I can’t wait to move into my place, hopefully our place, so that I can stock the fridge and cabinets properly.  Maybe my interest in kitchen supplies is due to the fact that I practically grew up in a restaurant, my parents owned a Greek diner for years in upstate New York.  Ah, it appears Elizabeth is getting better, everything, and then some, that I need is here.  Good girl, she’s paying attention.  I take it all out and I begin to hum to myself as I start cooking. 

I always get a little pull in my stomach at the first sight of Elizabeth and this time is no different.  She has no idea how beautiful she is.  It’s more than just her looks, it’s her strong femininity, her sensuality, her being, all of these things intoxicate me.  I saw it the first moment I laid eyes on her and I knew I would have her.  She’s dressed in a black and white lace skirt with a white jersey top, stockings and black patent leather pumps.  Perfection.  The hard-on that never really went away before her shower is now screaming for attention again. 

“Sit, baby, you have time for a quick bite.”  I insist.

“Ok, but just quickly.” 

Why does she always have to test me?  She is a stubborn, strong-willed, sometimes mule headed woman.  And I think it’s so refreshing, it stirs my blood.

I sit down on the stool next to her at the black granite covered breakfast bar.  She’s got a great place, very comforting and soothing, old mixed with new, neutrals with pops of color, with hints of her placed intimately throughout the rooms. 

“Have you got anything planned today after work?”  I ask her as she’s barely coming up for air between bites.  I’ve got to say, when Elizabeth eats, she does it with passion.  I guess because she is a passionate person.

Reaching over to my bottle of water she lifts it to take a sip before answering me.

“Not yet but I have to get in touch with a friend of mine, Elsie.  She invited me to a Halloween party,” she looks at me guiltily and continues, “and we have to talk about costumes.”

Wow.  Why do I feel….jealous, insulted, offended, and just plain like shit?

“Oh?  You didn’t mention a Halloween party.”  I try my best to keep my expression emotionless.

“Well, Marco, things haven’t really been quiet around us.” 

She looks as if she feels like she made a mistake for not telling me until now but I can’t blame her.  She’s a grown woman with her own life apart from me.  But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.  Because I don’t.  What the hell is wrong with me?

“I know, its fine.  So, I guess I’ll be solo on Halloween.”  I’m acting like a child who’s been told he can’t go out and play but has to stay home and do his chores.  This sucks.

“No, we can see each other afterwards.” 

There is a look of…pity in her face.  No one feels sorry for me.  Now I’m pissed. 

“Elizabeth, please, I am more than capable of finding something to do.  Go to the party with your friend, have fun and don’t cut your night short for me.  Besides, there are a few invitations sent to the company from suppliers and associates that I haven’t gone through yet.  I should make an appearance at one of those as good publicity.”  There is an icy tone to my voice no matter how hard I try to not let it show that this bothers me.

“Fine.”  She looks hurt.  Damn it.

I lean over to kiss her tight lips, wanting to soothe her from my irrational behavior.

“Oh, the mover is bringing my things up from Florida tomorrow.  I was hoping you would go with me to pick out anything I might need like paintings and some other stuff.”

Her mood visibly brightens up and it makes me feel better.

“I’d love to.  When would you like to go?”

“How about Saturday?  I’ll have gotten a lot of stuff unpacked and put in place by then, the cleaners came on Monday to get the place ready.  Friday night we can spend the night there,” and I can’t help but smile thinking of having her in my bed.  That bed…

“Sounds perfect,” a light flush has crept into her cheeks and her lips are slightly parted.  I think she’s a little nervous.

“Good, I’m looking forward to it.”  Why am I such a sadistic bastard?  I love it.

“Me, too..,” her eyes are wide and it makes my cock twitch knowing she’s thinking of some of the things I might do to her.

Elizabeth

Sitting next to Marco and looking into his face I can tell that something is bothering him.  I’ve come to know this man, I can read his thoughts on his face, that poker face that he shows to the world.  The slight shifts in nuances tell me there is something behind that beautiful façade that doesn’t sit quite right with him.  I decide that, for right now, I’ll give it some time to come out.

Chapter 2

Elizabeth

Did someone open the floodgates and let all of the people with problems out today?  Holy crap, the phone hasn’t stopped ringing.  Working in a boutique agency as a representative of a major insurance company comes with its fair share of hysteria, especially if they have money…and too much time on their hands. 

I finally have a minute to stop and take a breath so I decide to text Elsie.

Hey you, busy?

No, Miss Business Lady, you at work?

I can’t help but smile.  If there is anyone you can’t judge a book by its cover it’s Elsie.  She is short like me with blue black hair cut in a pixy style with long fringe bangs brushed to the side over one eye.  She has a couple of beautiful tasteful tattoos and a pretty little diamond stud nose ring.  And she is one of the most straight, professional, hardworking women I know with a pretty fierce right hook too, I’ve seen it take out a full grown man.  Elsie was the wardrobe coordinator for the movie Safe Haven when I worked on the project, that’s how we met.  She’s about 10 years younger than I am but she is driven and talented and takes her work very seriously.

Yeah, do you want to get together tonight?

Sure, here?

How about meeting for piece of pizza or something, we’re supposed to eat, right?

Oh yeah, food, right, lol.  Sure, slice of life on market 5:15?

Smart ass, I’ll see you there.

YOU started it, ok, later then.

Marco sent me the address for the gym, Evolutions.  I can take a quick trip there on my lunch hour to check out what they might offer for women.  And besides, I already kind of know two people who work there, Brian and John.  Checking the time I see there’s only another hour until lunch so I dive into the pile of quotes waiting to get done from this morning’s madness. 

Marco

“Christine, what is all this on my desk?”  I bellow from my office.  Coming from an Italian and Greek household, we weren’t a quiet family and obviously some habits are hard to break.

Christine is one of the only two administrative assistants currently working at KMD Enterprises.  She’s my assistant and doubles as a receptionist sometimes when the other girl, Savannah, is out.  We moved into the offices last month and once this multi-million dollar real estate project breaks ground the office is going to be filled up.  Right now things are in limbo until the building permits are issued and I have no idea what the fuck is taking so long with the infrastructure permits, it seems like it’s longer than usual.

“Liana was by this morning and asked to go into your office to leave some things on your desk.  She wanted to do it herself, you know how she can be,” she says from the doorway.

I roll my eyes.  “Yes, I know exactly how she can be, don’t worry about it, its fine.  I’ll mention something to her and Steve.  Are either of them here?”

“No, Liana said she was going to go to the newspaper and Steve said he’s meeting with a concrete company.  Would you like some rocket fuel, Mr. Kastanopoulis?” 

I laugh at her name for espresso. This is one habit I picked up from my parents, I have a cup of espresso at the beginning of my workday.  My parents and grandparents used to have one every day in those little white porcelain cups and saucers with the tiny spoons and a piece of lemon peel on the side. I forego the lemon, just give me some sugar. 

“Yes, please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure thing, it’ll just be a minute.”

I sit at my desk and get settled.  Leafing through the papers Liana left, a scowl begins to spread across not only my face but my mood as well.  I pick up the phone to call Liana.

“Good morning Sir,” she answers on the first ring with that smooth voice she uses when she is trying to be sweet.

“Don’t call me that Liana.  What is all this you left for me?”  I’m on the verge of getting very irritated with her.

“Now don’t be such a grump, Marco.  Those are appearances, annoying maybe, but in this town these types of things are necessary.  You want to seduce people, Marco, and being at those types of functions will help do that.”

“But MCing at a Bid On a Date thing?  Come on, Liana.”  Is she serious?

She laughs shortly, “Just be grateful YOU’RE not the piece of meat that will be sold off, although from my meeting with them that is exactly what they would have preferred, they called me wanting you.  It won’t be so bad, this year’s theme is Men of Service, military men, firefighters, police officers.”