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Lisa watched Michael down his second glass of red wine. They had finally been seated at a small, very private table, after the owner had almost gone into cardiac arrest finding out his very famous guest did not have reservations. He had accommodated them in his private office, serving them appetizers and drinks- on the house, of course-, while waiting for a table to get ready. Lisa, who was already pissed from having been denied sexual release again, was tempted to ask Mr. Perfection what had possessed him to not call for reservations. Oh that was right- he had dialing aversion- which explained his army of flunkies who made those calls for him. So, what gave? A snide comment ready to tumble from her lips, something in his expression had stopped her. His eyes told her he was ready, was expecting her to start a fight, so at the very last second, she decided to not grant him the satisfaction.
There, how was that for payback?
When she instead turned toward the owner and sweetly thanked him, expressing her hope to not impose too much, Michael raised an eye brow and slightly shook his head. Why did she feel that everything was a test with him?
During dinner, Michael kept his mask on, raising it to eat and drink. He felt her eyes on it and again, seemed to wait for a comment, which- again, did not come. They kept the conversation light, and he made her laugh with stories about Prince. She was mesmerized by his eyes when he talked about his son. It still hurt like hell that he had children with that woman, or any woman that was not her, but his happiness was contagious. To her, he had never been more beautiful and enigmatic. He was funny and charming, and Lisa was finally allowing herself to relax and just enjoy spending time with him. Several times, Michael reached out to touch her hand across the table, sending shivers up her arm and straight to her still very sensitive core. Lisa also felt alarm bells go off, as she was reminded of other times his presence when his charm and his seductive skills had made her abandon all caution and all reason.
“So, how is it going with Debbie?” The question was asked after a short silence during which he had softly touched her hand again, gazing into her eyes, threatening to absorb her soul into their darkness.
He pulled his hand back and emptied yet another glass of wine.
“Fine, I guess. She finally left Neverland the other day.”
“I hope she was not still upset.”
“About?”
“About what I said to her.”
“Yeah, you never told me what exactly you said to her. And she only shared that you were being a bitch.”
“I don’t know why she called me that. I didn’t say that much to her at all; and certainly nothing bitchy.”
Lisa Marie tried her best to convey an innocent look. She did not think it was appropriate dinner conversation to rehash the reference about Michael being buried deeply inside her when he told her he loved her.
He giggled.
“I can imagine.”
She had to smile, knowing he was very well aware of the explosive tirades she was capable of when being pushed.
“Stop it, Mike. I really tried to be good.” She reached under the table and let her hand brush the top of his thigh, smiling when she felt his muscles contract. Her eyes wandered to his lap and cursed the damn napkin obstructing her view.
He looked down at her hand.
“Princess, you don’t know the meaning of being good. But you really, really excel at being bad. Which is why I love you.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek through the mask.
Lisa felt the silk of the fabric like a cool breeze against her skin even as the heat of his breath and the softness of his concealed lips heated her senses.
“You do?”
His eyes found her. They were soft and sparkled both from the reflection of the candles and the inner fire which obviously had been fueled by the wine. There was another expression, one of surprise, and…was that hurt?
“You know I love you, why do you have to question it?”
She had been right. Nothing upset Michael more than to have his feelings questioned.
“I’m not questioning it, Michael. Well, maybe I am, I don’t know. You are hot and cold; and I never seem to know where I stand with you.”
He lowered his eyes and played with his crab cake before sipping on some more wine. Lisa also took a gulp of wine, suddenly afraid to have pushed him too far. But then again, why should she not push him? She had to find out where she really stood, knowing she could not take this uncertainty much longer.
Michael concentrated on the heat of the ruby liquid warming him. He hated the turn this conversation was taking. He hated that he still loved her in a way that left him without defenses, and hated even more that he was paralyzed by this insane fear of having her turn on him again. She was not the first woman to make him feel like this, and he could not believe it had happened a second time. How dare she to ask where she stood? There was a time when it had been crystal clear where she stood: she had been his wife. It was not his fault she had decided to change her job description. Now she was his lover, and he was not sure if he could ever allow her closer than that again despite the love he knew was still between them.
He looked up, knowing she was waiting for his response. Her eyes which could change from a silvery tint to pure aqua were wide, her pupils dilated in the dark room. She nervously licked her lips, brushed a random strand of her hair out of her face. Her beauty struck him. Once, she had been his universe, had held all his hopes and dreams for the future. He very vividly recalled his struggle to turn his disappointment and pain into apathy just three years earlier. He knew he had failed miserably; just as he never fully succeeded to cut her out of his life. He could try and continue to tell himself that all he craved was their amazing physical connection, but this deception lost its power more and more. So, now he felt trapped by his love for Lisa, by the doubts he continued to detect in her eyes, and by his current commitment to a woman who had stepped up and made his dreams come true when Lisa had cut and run. And yet, all he had to do was to look at her and see the insecure and scared expression she tried so bravely to hide, and all he wanted was to hold her and tell her that that another chance was indeed possible.
He reached out and took her hand again, bringing it to his cheek, leaning against her soft touch.
“I do love you, Lisa. But I am married to Debbie. It doesn’t matter how I got there, right now that’s where I am. The baby will be born in April, until then I cannot change anything. But please, please, believe me that I do love you more than you know. I thought having this family was all I wanted- but you cannot imagine the amount of time I spend thinking about what I don’t have any more. I just don’t know what I can promise you beyond what we have right here and now.”
A tear slid down Lisa’s cheek, and he reached out, gently catching it with his finger.
“I do know you love me. And I love you, too. You have no idea how much. It’s just…”Her voice was husky and dark from the emotions she tried to contain, reminding him of black velvet.
She turned her head and kissed his hand, capturing it between her hands. His finger reached out and traced her lip. He saw the moment her mood changed from sad to playful. Her eyes which were still wet from barely contained tears suddenly glinted with mischief, as her lips opened and the tip of her tongue flicked against the tip of his finger before she gently bit it.
“It’s just so hard to think about anything while I am still wishing those fingers were in a totally different spot.”
He was grateful she brought the conversation back to safe grounds. He felt his penis harden, threatening to raise the napkin and break through the already challenged material of his pants.
“Oh, Lise, you have no idea, just how hard it is.” He winked at her.
“I better find out soon.”
“If you are really good, you just might.”
Michael ordered a huge piece of cake and ice cream they could share for dessert. The waitress also had provided a candle after Michael had whispered that it was Lisa’s birthday. Lisa blew it out, wishing with all her heart to have him believe in her once again. He playfully fed her the cake, catching the chocolate crumbs and pieces of fudge frosting that missed her mouth and letting her lick them off his finger. Her pink tongue darted out and secured the sweets threat. Before he could move his hand, she captured it with hers, holding his slender wrist. Her tongue licked his index finger from base of the knuckle to its tip, circling it with skill, before her soft lips closed over him, gently sucking it into the hot cavern of her mouth. Michael swallowed hard, his mind comparing the image and feelings to similar administrations to another appendage. His penis painfully protested against its prison, obviously longing for the moist heat of her mouth and the velvet touch of her tongue. He almost came when Lisa continued to suck on him before letting the finger pop out of her mouth with a smacking sound. Her eyes were locked to his and she ran her tongue over her top lip before her bottom lip disappeared in her mouth.
Michael looked around to see if they were being watched. It seemed everyone was either busy with their food, their company, or pretending to not pay attention to the man in the black mask wearing his fedora at the table. He moved his chair closer to Lisa’s, his smile hidden by black silk, but being well reflected in his expressive eyes.
In retaliation for the endured torture, he slid his hand under the table, letting it rest for a second on her knee before slowly running the back of his fingers upwards along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Before he approached her lap, he returned to her knee once more, feeling the goose bumps appearing under his hand. Her eyes closed lazily before opening again, blazing at him with uncontained lust. Her gaze issued a dare, and he smiled, thinking she should know him better by now. He looked over to see if the serving staff was paying attention. They again pretended to not notice what their famous guests where up to, and Michael, whose penchant for semi public play was well known to Lisa, felt further emboldened by the four glasses of wine he had consumed.
The soft fabric of Lisa’s dress rested right above her knee. His hand smoothly slid under it and continued its dangerous journey to the well of her pleasure, which he anticipated to be close to overflowing by now. Lisa swallowed and tried to contain a moan as his hot touch slowly inched toward her pouting and weeping pussy. She opened her legs ever so slightly, granting him better access, willing him to quench her thirst.
“So, did you hear from your mother lately?”
Lisa blinked and cleared her throat. What did just he say? Was he making small talk? The laughter in his eyes turned her on even more. How in the word did he keep his voice that cool?
“My mother. Yeah, she visited earlier…ahhhh…” She exhaled sharply, starting to feel dizzy.
“Say what?” His finger had reached the top of her stocking. He leaned in closer, as if engaged in an attention-grabbing conversation, allowing his finger to graze the soaking fabric of her thong, teasing her. She was so hot, so ready, and his erection reached a new level of agony.
Lisa decided he was not the only one to play this game as her hand descended on his thigh and disappeared under his napkin, heading straight for the bulge threatening to rip through his pants.
“Baby, this must be painful, let me help you.”
He blushed and whispered without conviction, “Lisa, don’t…”
She made sure the napkin covered him before she opened his fly, her greedy fingers grasping hot steel, finally freeing him from the suddenly tight confinement.
It was his turn to moan. The mask hid most of the sound as well as the sight of him biting his bottom lip in concentration, trying not to shoot his load across the restaurant.
He regained his composure first. He forced his thoughts back to the topic that might help him stay in control.
“Your mother… What did she want? Is she worried I will seduce the business away from you now that she finally let you run it?”
His finger found her wetness. If he had earlier thought her voice was like velvet, her pussy lips now were like slippery satin pillows. He noticed her skin was taking on a flushed hue and saw her chest rise and fall rapidly. His eyes were distracted by the soft swell of her breasts calling out to be touched.
“She warned me against your evil wiles. And …oh shit…I think she was right.” The hand that was not busy playing with him grabbed the table cloth.
He slightly pinched her clit, flicking it quickly before entering her in one swift motion. She contracted her muscles against him, drawing him in further. Michael moved his finger in circular motion as his thumb applied pressure to her throbbing knob. Lisa increased the pressure on her grip around him in retaliation, sliding his burning skin up and down the iron core of his shaft with her torturous drag. She regretted that her hand was hidden, as she always loved to marvel at the fact that her fingers did not reach all the way around him when he was this hard.
“I think she does not need to worry. You…oh my God, you can hold your own.”
Lisa felt the spring of her impending orgasm coiling deep inside, ready to be released at any second.
“I don’t know…she seems to think, I am putty in your hands.”
“Shit,” he hissed, “Watch out.”
Michael stilled his finger and gently removed his hand. He captured her hand on him and forced it to hold still. She looked at him in confusion.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?”
Fuck! The bitch must be doing this on purpose- probably jealous as hell. Lisa felt like killing that damn waitress.
Not again! How many times could she be denied an orgasm? On some distant, logical level, she was glad Michael did not go through with making her cum right here at the table. However, it took extreme will power to convince her over stimulated nerves that she was grateful to not treat the restaurant to the repeat of a famous scene from a When Harry Met Sally- without the faking part.
After the waitress stepped away, Lisa removed her hand from his still rock hard dick. Michael reached down, once again attempting to contain the beast. He seemed to struggle.
“What’s wrong, Michael? Wardrobe problems?” she asked sweetly.
He looked up at her in exasperation, making her laugh. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to the impossible task at hand.
“Want me to help you?” She started to reach out.
He looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“Baby,somehow I don’t think your hands on it are going to make it any better.”
Lisa could not help but laugh again.
“Yeah, laugh. This is your entire fault, you know.” She could tell he was grinning as well.
“My fault? Who started it? But hey, you can always hang your hat on it, and no one will notice.” Her laughter started to draw the attention of other guests.
He gifted her with an eye roll and she detected an embarrassed grin under the black mask. Michael excused himself and headed to the bathroom, holding his puffy black jacket in front of him. Lisa look another sip from her glass, and after a minute also rose to go find the restroom. The manager met her on the way toward the back and informed her that Mr. Jackson was using the private washroom in his office, and that she was welcome to do the same.
He unlocked the door for her and she entered the roomy office, knowing she had to wait for Michael to do whatever it took to do to correct his problem. As soon as the door closed behind her, the lights suddenly went out, startling her. Someone reached for her wrist, and before she had a second to react, she was roughly pushed against the wall.
“You better help me out here, lady, I can’t seem to fit into my pants,” a hoarse voice whispered into her ear. Her fear dissipated as she smiled into the darkness.
“As long as you don’t hurt me, sir, I’ll do whatever you want.” She whispered back, her fear now fake and part of their play.
He raised her arms and pinned them above her head, holding them in place with one hand, while his other hand roughly roamed under her dress, lifting up her leg by her thigh. His mouth came down over her and his tongue invaded her mouth, as his scruffy stubbles drove her into insanity. She met his tongue in a crazed dance, dueling with it, inhaling his breath, reveling in his taste. His mouth left her for a second, his tongue tracing her jaw line, finding her ear, nipping on her earlobe. Every touch of his tongue reverberated inside of her.
“Sorry, I can’t guarantee that it won’t hurt. This crazy date of mine got me all fired up and now I have a huge problem.”
She felt the problem pressing against her belly. He was not kidding about it being huge.
Michael’s hand once again approached her drenched center, and he roughly tugged her panties aside, pushing two fingers into her thoroughly lubricated opening.
“Oh yeah, girl- you’re nice and wet for me already. Just like I like it…”
She moaned, her pelvis rocking toward him to increase the stimulation. Michael let go of her wrists and used one hand to unbutton her dress and skillfully opened her bra. Her swollen breast met his greedy mouth. He bent and descended on her nipple, suckling on it, while his tongue further tortured her peak. His hand squeezed her other breast, his fingers finding her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pinching it hard enough to make her wince. Lisa welcomed the mixture of extreme pleasure and slight pain as she arched her back. Her breathing came in gasps, moans, and little whimpers, and she was about to lower one hand to pull his head closer.
“Leave your arms up.” She obeyed the husky comment.
His fingers let go of her breast and also left her wetness. A sound of protest escaped her, but she realized his hands closed around her waist to lift her up, sliding her along his huge cock before lowering her with sudden force, impaling her on his pulsing erection. Even though her juices and his fingers had well prepared her, his size stunned her momentarily, and a small scream of pure pleasure escaped her. As soon as her legs locked around his waist, one hand returned to keep her hands restrained while the other gripped her ass. He used the wall as leverage, as he pulled back, then thrust his hips upward, hitting her cervix once again with force.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled out.
“Shut up, I told you it might hurt.” His rough words further heightened her ecstasy, and she could not keep from moaning loudly again. His mouth muffled her noises with a frenzied kiss, as he continued to punish - or reward her- by pounding into her. Lisa felt as if electric current was cursing through her. His shaft slid in and out of her easily, the friction driving her to insanity. Every inch of her was filled; he seemed to touch every nerve ending in her body. The base of his cock rubbed against her throbbing clit and within seconds she felt the tension reach unbearable levels. She anticipated the orgasm to be almost painful but rushed toward it with determination anyway.
“Oh,shit, oh fuck, Mike, I’m cuming….holy shit!”
His mouth closed over her as he swallowed her screams. Her muscles tightened like a vice around him and he thought he would die from the wet, hot, searing pleasure as she spasmed around him over and over again. Michael could not contain the lust spurred on by the music of her moans and the image of her head rolling widely against the walls as she was lost in her pleasure. He felt his penis throbbing, felt it swelling even more, felt his balls tightening as his body also prepared for the release. He withdrew one more time, her muscles fighting him, trying desperately to hold on to him. He let go of her hands and gripped her ass with both hands now, providing the leverage he needed for one more almost forceful thrust before the explosion swept over him as well, his scream being absorbed by the passionate kiss still joining them. He saw light behind his closed eyes and tasted the sweetness of the purest honey on his tongue.
“Oh my God…fuck, baby, oh gosh…oh no!”
His screams were accentuated by continued thrusts while his hot seed spurted into her womb. Lisa started moaning once more, as his orgasm triggered more aftershocks from her epicenter.
After the eruption stopped, he stayed buried inside her several more moments, unwilling to leave her heat. Their kiss had softened to chaste contacts, before their lips finally separated. Her head had fallen against his shoulder and he gently kissed her hair, before gingerly lowering her to the ground. Lisa started to kiss his neck, her tongue licking sweat from the hollow at its base. He shivered, and his arms closed around her, holding her pressed to him. Finally, he gently pushed her away. He straightened up his pants, and helped her adjust her dress.
“Thanks, for the help, lady.” He smiled against her before tightening his mask once again.
“You are most welcome, kind sir. You better tell that date of yours to go easy so you don’t have to attack poor unsuspecting women in dark rooms to help you make room for that monster you carry.”
“She is pretty incorrigible, but I will let her know.”
“Well, you might have to find ways to make her behave.”
“Oh, I intend to do just that. Good thing the night is still young.”
“Yeah, good thing indeed, this quickie just barely took the edge off.”
“I have a feeling you will beg me to stop before the night is over.”
“Ok, big shot, don’t bet on it!”
“Oh, a challenge?” He smiled at her brightly, kissing her softly once again. He looked at her and noticed the traces of red his stubble had left on her face. Her eyes were sparkling, her lips swollen, and he knew that anyone looking at her would know that ‘freshly fucked’ look. He was almost sorry that he had lost control like this, but then again, she did not seem to be complaining. Instead, she raised her chin, and purred at him.
“If you are begging off, I’ll understand. I totally realize you may not be up to it.”
“Oh,I’ll be up for it, ye of little faith. We’ll see who will beg.”
Michael took her hand and led her into the bathroom, helping her clean up before giving her a chance to provoke him into showing her what he could do right now.
Moments later, they emerged from the office hand in hand. Lisa felt slightly awkward, suddenly aware that anyone paying attention could probably guess what they had been up to. As if he was reading her thoughts, he turned and touched her face lovingly, winking at her in encouragement, sending her the message that they did not have to care what anyone else thought . The he pulled out the chair for her and they sat down, smiling into each other’s eyes before finishing what was left of their dessert.
(to be continued)
©2011 Erika B Michaels. All Rights Reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Any names, places, and other identifying features are used in a fictional manner, for entertainment purposes only, and are in no way representative of actual events. This work may not be reproduced, copied, transmitted, or stored without expressed written permission by Erika B Michaels. All photos and images, mentioned songs or song titles are copyright their creators. ABSOLUTELY no disrespect is intended to any persons portrayed in this work.
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