Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica (17 page)

‘I don’t believe you, Mike.’

‘Don’t you?’ He glances down at her breasts
swelling out of her bikini top, and at her long legs bent in his
arms.

‘No,’ she insists, but she really isn’t so sure
anymore.

‘So, is this guy your master?’ He looks her
straight in the eye. ‘Are you his slave?’

‘No,’ she lies, because she doesn’t like that
term.

His own eyes narrow as he stares searchingly
into hers. ‘Yes, you are.’

She squirms against him. ‘No, I’m not. I’m not
anyone’s slave.’

He tightens his hold on her. ‘You bring me my
coffee every morning, but you’d like to do a lot more for me,
wouldn’t you, Carmen?’

Trapped in his arms and pinned down by his
stare, she can’t possibly deny it.

‘Linn is up in Winter Park visiting her sister,’
he informs her quietly. ‘She won’t be back until tomorrow.’

Her only thought is that she will have to look
for another job soon.

‘Does that scare you, Carmen?’

‘Yes,’ she whispers.

‘Why?’ He shifts her in his arms so her face
comes even closer to his. ‘Don’t you trust me?’

All she is aware of suddenly is the horizon of
his mouth as her heart starts racing unable to believe it might be
within reach…

He strides a little deeper into the pool, then
lets go of her to pull off his swim trunks.

She doesn’t hesitate. She quickly slips off the
bottom half of her bikini, and lets him push her back against a
wall.

In one effortless motion he lifts her legs up
around his hips and enters her. Their bodies come together below
the surface in a space without gravity or restraints of any kind,
and it happens so fast that her senses have to mysteriously catch
up. At first she doesn’t feel anything except shocked as his
erection spears her and lifts her violently up on it like a fish,
because that’s all she is to him; a fast and easy catch.

‘Stop,’ she gasps, disappointed that he
penetrated her so quickly she couldn’t savor the anticipation.

‘Stop?’ Surprise doesn’t interfere with his
rhythm. ‘Don’t you like it?’

She slips her arms passionately around his neck
as he kindly lets her bob up and down on his shaft at her own pace,
her hips rising in and out of the water with innocent little
lapping sounds.

He shifts her in his arms, catching her eye, and
his hot glance merges with the beautiful blue of water and sky and
the sun’s penetrating warmth.

‘God you feel good, baby – so tight!’

‘Kiss me,’ she begs.

His slick warm tongue wrestles with hers and
intensifies the experience of his stiff dick sliding in and out of
her, a hot friction the cool water does nothing to dampen. Then
without warning he thrusts a finger into her asshole and she is
alive in a perfect world where God didn’t forget a thing.

‘Does that feel good, Carmen?’

‘Oh, yes!’

‘But two fingers would feel even better,
wouldn’t they?’ He illustrates his point by pushing a second finger
up into her anus. ‘Does your master fuck your ass, Carmen?’

‘Yes!’

‘Does he beat you?’

She hesitates a moment before admitting the
frightening truth. ‘Yes.’

He slips his fingers out of her butt, rams his
erection as far into her cunt as possible, and holds her down on
it, his hands gripping her hips. ‘Do you have control of your
muscles down there?’ he demands.

She can’t answer right away because she is too
busy kissing his neck’s intoxicating mix of chlorine, salt and
maleness. ‘Mm, yes…’

‘Let me feel it.’

She tightens her inner muscles around his hard
on, squeezing it, and then relaxes them again.

‘Oh, yes,’ he whispers.

She kisses and bites the tender space between
his neck and shoulder as her pussy hugs him tight again, and
again.

‘Mm!’ He tries to push his penis even deeper
into her vagina, so that it almost hurts as she clamps its
mysterious muscle down around him possessively and his helmet
knocking against her uterus lets in all sorts of incredible
sensations. ‘Oh, Mike… Mike!’ She wants to tell him that it scares
her a little how good it feels.

‘Don’t stop,’ he says through his teeth.

She writhes against him as he literally impales
her on an excruciating pleasure, and an orgasm that has little to
do with her clitoris begins spreading through her veins from what
feels like the very core of her flesh.

He makes deep sounds of approval as she comes in
slow motion, her body trembling in his arms. Not until her head
falls weakly against his shoulder, telling him she’s finished, does
he pull out of her.

‘Do you have any marks?’ he asks, grabbing one
of her arms and pulling her towards the shallow end of the
pool.

‘Yes,’ she answers weakly.

‘Let me see them. Lean forward and put your
hands on the edge.’

She obeys him.

‘See what a good little slave you are, Carmen?’
He grips her hips roughly with both hands like a predator pouncing
on soft and unresisting prey. ‘You’re a beautiful little whore.’ He
rams his dick into her ass.

Only the thought of the maid somewhere in the
house in front of her keeps her from screaming.

Her burning misery ebbs for the split second he
is deep inside her then surges as he slides out, only to force his
entire erection on her again. ‘Oh, please come!’ she cries.

‘You want me to come in your ass, Carmen?’

‘Yes!’

‘Hasn’t your master explained to you yet,
Carmen, that what a slave wants doesn’t matter?’

He bangs her brutally from behind, and the pain
achieves excruciating dimensions when he pulls out almost all the
way and stops moving, stuffing the mouth of her anus with his
engorged helmet. She makes a sound somewhere between a scream and a
sob, wishing they were still deep in the pool, where cool water
would help soothe the burning agony.

‘Does that hurt, Carmen?’

‘Fuck yeah!’

‘Don’t use that language with me, young
lady.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she cries. ‘I’m sorry!’

Very slowly he pushes his whole dick into her
ass again, until she can feel his firm body against her soft cheeks
and his balls brush her vulva in a delicious caress.

‘Mm, nice, very nice…’ He makes a cruel attempt
to jam his erection even deeper into her bottom, which isn’t
possible.

‘Oh, yes,’ she gasps, ‘please come, please!’ She
hangs her head, and suffers the excruciating satisfaction of
feeling him obey her. He groans, and she can hardly breathe as his
erection fills her to bursting, leaving no room inside her for his
sperm, which seeps out of her in a soothing balm.

Chapter Seven

‘Well, good morning.’ Beatrice slams a file
cabinet drawer closed, and successfully snaps Carmen out of her
daydream. ‘Did you have a nice,’ she crosses her arms and perches
on the edge of her desk, ‘lunch?’

‘Nothing happened, Bee.’

‘Mrs Peterson called from her sister’s house up
in Winter Park while you were gone yesterday.’

‘So?’

‘So,’ Bee admires the blood-red acrylic nails on
her right hand, ‘I told her you and Mike were out to lunch.’

‘So?’ she repeats.

‘She called twice,’ Bee illustrates with two
long fingers, ‘and I don’t think she was very happy when I told her
Mike would be gone for the rest of the day. That’s when she asked
to speak to you.’

‘Oh, my God. What did you tell her?’

Bee shrugs. ‘The truth. I told her you were gone
for the rest of the day too.’ Her grin reveals a row of perfect
little teeth.

‘Oh, Jesus!’

Bee propels herself off the desk to whisper
eagerly in her ear, ‘Are you sleeping with him?’

‘No.’ Carmen’s firm lie carries across the
cubicle-lined area, where only the receptionist’s desk is
exposed.

‘Oh, come on,’ Bee keeps her own voice down,
‘you can tell me! I won’t blab, I just have to know.’

‘We had lunch, Bee, that’s all.’

‘Carmen, I swear by my little boy, who you know
I love more than anything in this world, that I won’t tell. You and
Mike, you had a little afternoon delight, right?’

‘If I was sleeping with Mike,’ Carmen whispers
fiercely, ‘it wouldn’t be little or delightful, it would be big and
rough!’

‘You’re having an affair!’ Bee concludes
reverently.

Carmen turns away. ‘Whatever.’

‘By the way, the reason Linn called the office
was because she couldn’t reach Mike on his cell phone. He had it
turned off.’

Carmen pauses on her way into the vice
president’s suite. ‘So?’

‘Why would he do that?’

‘Because he felt like it?’

Perching on the edge of her desk again, Beatrice
picks up a coffee mug, from which the face of a little boy grins
toothlessly out at Carmen. ‘What else did Mike feel like?’

‘Nothing. Is that Nicky on your cup?’

‘Yes! Isn’t he adorable?’ Bee smiles down at the
picture of her son. ‘He was with his dad in Dadeland when he made
mami this little present.’

‘What a sweetie. Um, how’s it going with
Dan?’

‘It’s gone. We’re getting a divorce.’

‘I’m sorry, Bee.’

‘I’m not. I got what I wanted. Nicky. Except for
every other weekend, he’s all mine.’

‘And he’s adorable.’

‘I know. I also know you changed the subject,
querida.’

‘It’s all in your head, Bee.’

‘And maybe Mike’s head too? He has to look at
you everyday, you know. You’re disgustingly beautiful, and he’s
just a man.’ Bee sips her coffee. ‘Who could blame him?’

‘His wife.’

Carmen is glad she is an organized individual
who always keeps a fully stocked gym bag in her car, because by the
time she leaves the office at exactly five minutes to five, she is
so restless that it is either workout until she drops, or
implode.

Mike never showed up to work even though he only
had one meeting scheduled, with Seaside’s president at the main
branch downtown. When he called to say he wouldn’t be coming in,
Carmen was in the ladies’ room and Beatrice took the message.

A CD player strapped to her waist, headphones in
place drowning out the mainstream rock-n-roll piped into the
three-story gym, she takes possession of a treadmill for a full
forty-five minutes despite a line of people waiting for one. She
deliberately ignores the guilt she feels at making other people
wait, relishing her selfishness because it keeps her away from the
phone, and from waiting for Jay, or Will, or even Mike, to call.
She didn’t see or hear from anyone last night, which had felt like
a blessing after her exhausting afternoon with her boss. Now,
however, she resents Jay for not even calling her, and is beginning
to worry that she’ll never hear from Will again. She is also
finding it hard to deal with the fact that Mike seemed to be
avoiding her today. So she decides to fantasize about Will in full
uniform instead…

Still in her workout clothes, since she always
showers at home, Carmen ignores Sage and the kittens in her
eagerness to play the message pulsing inside her answering
machine.

It is her mother to remind her that she promised
to go over for dinner this week, and to call her grandmother, who
is tormenting the rest of the family with the role of martyr
crucified by her granddaughter’s failure to appreciate all the love
bestowed on her from the day she was born.

‘Damn him.’ It is almost seven o’clock, and Jay
still hasn’t called.

Sage meows, demanding a caress, then dinner. Her
children join her in the kitchen now, devouring meat from their own
plate.

She takes a quick shower, during which she lays
the cordless receiver on top of her towel so she can hear it
ring.

Her optimism pays off just as she shuts off the
water.

She snaps open the shower curtain and switches
the phone on. ‘Hello?’

‘Okay, why don’t you ever call me?’

‘Carol!’

‘Yeah, remember me, your best friend?’

‘Barely.’ She steps out of the tub. ‘How’s New
York?’ She cradles the phone on her shoulder while she wraps the
towel around herself.

‘It’s expensive, crowded, dirty and
wonderful.’

‘That makes sense.’

‘How’s life down in hell?’

‘Well, believe it or not, it’s finally getting
cool, in every way.’

‘Really?’ Carol sounds doubtful. ‘What’s going
on?’

Carmen doesn’t quite know where to begin, but
years of sharing her experiences with Carol has led to the
perfection of a conversational style consisting of detailed
renderings of any important male characters, and to-the-point
descriptions of significant events, punctuated by extensive
footnotes defining all the thoughts and feelings involved.

Carol listens raptly, not saying a word until
Carmen stops talking. ‘It just figures all these gorgeous guys
crawl out of the woodwork after I leave! If I was still down there,
you could throw me a bone and introduce me to that cop.’

‘I don’t think so, babe.’ Much as she is
enjoying Carol’s jealousy, Carmen is desperate for it to be
interrupted by the electrifying buzz of an incoming call.

‘What do you mean? You can’t keep all three of
them, you greedy thing.’

‘Oh yeah, why not?

‘Be careful, Carmen.’ She suddenly sounds
serious. ‘Jay could be dangerous.’

‘Oh right, I forgot, everyone into kinky sex is
either a latent homicidal maniac, or a potential murder victim.
After all, women who enjoy sexual abuse deserve whatever they get
in the end, right?’

‘Right. And everyone knows cops are never
faithful, and that affairs with married men are a total dead
end.’

‘Would you care to share any more cheerful,
positive thoughts with me, Carol?’

‘No, I think that about covers it.’

‘I knew you wouldn’t understand. I remember you
told me once it would scare you to death being tied up during
sex.’

‘It wouldn’t scare me to death, it just
wouldn’t…’