FATEFUL ENCOUNTERS- CHAPTERS 19-21

19

For the third time, Michael retrieved his key from the floor up and tried to open the door to his condo. 

“Lisa, baby, please… you gotta back off, I can’t get it in…” he forced out under his breath.

“Mike, you got it all wrong.  It would go in just fine- you’ll make it fit.  Let me show you.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her hot crotch. 

All he could do was groan before he punished her lips once again, pressing her against the wall, letting his body sink against her inviting form, while still attempting to get this damn key into the door.  Who knew his multitasking talents would come in so handy tonight?

The drive over here had been pure agony.  He and Lisa had not been able to keep their hands off each other.  He finally told her to sit at the other end of the car just to be able to keep from releasing his irritated dick and giving her exactly what she seemed to be asking for.  His concern for his poor driver, who had been through enough sights and sounds for one night had prevented the remaining frail thread of self control from snapping. 

As they got out of the car, Michael told the poor man he would carry Lisa’s bag up himself. 

“Are you sure, Mr. Jackson?  Anything else you need, tonight?  I mean, anything else I can do for you?”  Michael had not been able to look him in the eye as Lisa was unsuccessfully attempting to hold back her giggles.  How horrifying!  As if the noises in the back of the car had not been enough, one look at his poor crotch left no doubt what Michael needed.  And soon… He was only praying the man would keep his eyes above the waist.

“No, really.  I’m fine.  As a matter of fact, take the rest of the night off, I will just call tomorrow when we need to leave.  I already called the other security detail off, too.  And thank you so much for everything, I really appreciate it,”  Michael managed to mumble before Lisa pulled him inside.  It irritated him when she was short with people who worked for him, but he also understood the urges driving her haste tonight.

To his surprise, she actually kept her distance in the elevator.  After the door slid closed, he had half expected her to jump him and leave him no choice but the stop the thing and take her right against the wall.  But no, instead she backed away and gave him space to enter the code to the private floor. On the ride up, Lisa remained silently at the back of the elevator with Michael in front of her, facing the door.  What was she up to now?  It was strange to have her both giving him space and not running her mouth. He caught her eyes in the mirror to his side.  She just stared at him.  His eyes narrowed.

“What?  Don’t even think about it.  Stay back there.” 

“Michael! I am just standing here.  I’m being a good girl, and I’m behaving myself.”

“Oh, yeah?  What’s that look in your eyes?”  She definitely looked like she was up to something.  He knew the mischievous glint directed at him from below sensually hooded eyes.  She licked her swollen lips.   Guilt raised its head as he felt bad for having bruised her like that.  Then again, she had not exactly refused his kisses.  It was not like she had not sucked his tongue into her mouth, spurning him on more.  He felt more movement in his lower region.  This was getting ridiculous.  He eyed the floor indicator before returning her gaze.  Why was this elevator going so slow?

“What look?  I’m just looking at you.  I am allowed to look, right?  No touching- see? ” The innocent tone did not match her dirty little smile.  Still, she did not move, so maybe he was wrong.  Just when he was about to take his eyes off her and relax his guard, she took a step closer and rested her head on his back. 

“Stay away from me, woman!  You are a bad influence.  I know how you misbehave in elevators!”

“Who, me? I have no clue what you are talking about.”  Her words may have been pure and virtuous, but he was not fooled.  And sure enough, her hand snaked around his waist toward a place that really did not need any more stimulation right now.  Still, for some reason, he was powerless to stop her.  Just like all the other times, when she had touched and stimulated him on oh so many elevator rides.  One of the worst instances of her quest to embarrass him occurred in an elevator in South Africa, when she had managed to make him lose his head- and his load- right there in front of his bodyguards without ever batting an eye.  She had simply pulled up close against him, her hand behind her, massaging him, while his entourage was facing away from them.  He remembered feeling like he wanted to kill her, right after thanking his lucky stars for having this crazy woman make his life dangerously interesting. 

After they had finally arrived on his floor, all bets were off.  They were kissing like love starved teenagers, their backs crashing from one wall into the next as they ricoched down the hall to his condo.  When they arrived, Lisa would not leave him alone for two seconds, or was it that he could not keep his hands and mouth of her?  It was difficult to tell where her lust ended and his began.  He finally heard the lock click and they just about fell into the apartment.  He kicked the door shut and next thing he knew, Lisa just about threw him against the wall, pulling his head down to her, her tongue wrestling with his.  His hands were in her hair, pulling what was left of her hair pins lose.  The kiss devoured her as he almost forgot to breathe.   Right now, breath seemed secondary to the unimaginable desire cursing through him like a raging river.  Her hands pulled his shirt lose and got busy opening his pants. Those hot fingers wasted no time taking possession of what she had been searching for and she moaned against him.

”There you are.  Oh baby, I think we made it here just in time.” She stroked him lovingly yet firmly, forcing several moans from him.

“Lisa, stop it, if you keep it up we won’t’ even make it anywhere near the bedroom.” 

“Sweetie, I do plan on keeping it up.  Not that you need much help with that right now.  It is up, alright.  Plus: who the fuck said anything about a bed? Don’t move, stay right here.”

She sank to her knees and pulled his pants down below his knees in one swift motion.  She returned his favor from earlier as she took off his shoes and socks.  Trancelike, he stepped out of his pant. Lisa held him by his slender hip and forced him back against the wall, her eyes quickly rising to meet his, before returning to the jutting manhood displayed so proudly before her.  One hand found his balls and she gently squeezed them in her hand, feeling him tremble.  Her other hand held the base of his penis as her lips approached.

She looked up one more time. “Mike, don’t stop looking at me.  I want you to watch that big cock disappear in my mouth.  I want you to see me licking and sucking you until you come in my mouth as I drink you dry. Don’t look away as you fuck my face.  You know no one can do this for you the way I can.”

Damn her! She was right on, too.  Lisa had always understood how to drive him to the brink of insanity with her mouth, her lips, and her tongue.  She knew just when to be gentle and cat- like and when to apply force and suction, when to let him go deep, and when to make him leave her mouth to prolong the incredible torture.  No other woman had ever managed to almost make him pass out while blowing him.    He knew what she was doing.  She aimed to ensure that he would think of her if he had the desire to be with other women.  And damn, if she was not successful!

His eyes followed her velvet pink tongue tracing the length of him from the base to the glistening tip revealed by her gently pulling back his skin. Surrounding the sensitive area she came this close to inserting the pointed tip into the small opening.  She then licked around him like a wonderful popsicle and returned to the base as his sighs and moans filled the spaces of his condo.  Somewhere in his mind he remembered that he had intended on making this torturous for her, to have her begging him, to punish her little ass until she admitted that she could never feel like this with anyone else.  Later, he told himself.  There is always time later, first he had to find some much needed relief.  However, there was nothing wrong with letting her know that he was still the one running this show.

“Yeah, that’s right, Lisa.  Taste it, lick it, baby.  Come on, stop teasing: take it all, suck it dry.” He knew he could depend on her to follow the whispered instructions to the letter.

Lisa complied as her lips closed around him and her mouth went up and down his rigid shaft while keeping her tight grip on his base.  She teased and played with his balls that started to feel tight and ready to unload. Suddenly, she emitted a sound from deep in her throat that was a mixture between a moan and a purr.  The sound waves travelled up the already stressed network of nerves and he knew he would not last much longer.  Her tongue now got in on the action, surrounding his tip every time her mouth almost left him, before attempting to take him all again, letting him hit her throat in her efforts to make him lose control.  Michael felt like a loaded spring.   It was as if water on a pressure hose inside him had been turned on without someone being kind enough to release the trigger on the nozzle.  Any second now, he was so close… It became increasingly difficult to look at her as his glossy dick gliding in and out of her lips did nothing for his stamina. Lisa increased the pressure on her grip and with it the friction as her hand moved his skin up and down while her mouth continued to work its magic.  When she reached back and traced his balls from the little ridge up toward his crotch, he felt the floodgates open as hot lava traveled at what seemed to be lightening speed toward her mouth.  High pitched screams alternated with low moans, as words he would normally never use with anyone else tumbled from her lips while Lisa, as promised, drank from him.  His hands were fisted in her hair and he had to be careful to not mindlessly plunge into the hot depths of her mouth.  His head was thrown back in ecstasy as he continued to ride the wave of sublime rapture.

Control it, Michael.  Don’t let her take all control from you.

His moans and hip movements finally eased up as his penis continued to spasm a time or two. Lisa eased up her grip and licked him clean with strong strokes of that amazingly talented tongue.  Utterly spent, he sank down beside her, kissing her lips, before pulling her into his lap, just holding her as he attempted to catch his breath.

“Oh my God.  That was amazing.  I love you so much.”  He was almost surprised to not feel any form of self reprimands as he uttered those words, revealing his emotions.

20

Lisa snuggled against Michael’s chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat slowing down to regular speed.  He stroked and kissed her hair, and she soaked up the affection he showed her with his actions and now, almost surprisingly, his words.   Some of her favorite moments in this relationship involved his tenderness and sweetness after making love.  As domineering and demanding as he could be, he never left her without showing her gentleness and love afterwards.  Those two sides of the coin were one of the reasons keeping her addicted to him.  He was the whole package- no pun intended, because his package was unparalleled. He was an amazingly skilled lover, never selfish, and was very in tune with her need to be just held and loved at times.  Of course, he was also playful and insatiable, and something told her Michael was not done playing for tonight.

“So, about that glass friend of yours… Don’t you need to be cooled down a bit yet?” A small smile appeared on her lips.  She knew this man so well.  Lisa felt his breath caressing her as she trembled in his arms.  A cool down was needed indeed.   Let the games begin!

“Can you get me some ice?” 

“For?”

“I will tell you in a second.  You go and shave- I want that beautiful face all nice and smooth.” She held his chin in her hand and placed small pecks on his sensual lips which he playfully returned. 

“So, if I threw you on the floor and started eating that juicy pussy right now, stubble and all, you would fight me?” His raspy voice was all the fuel needed to start her squirming in his lap, making her ultra aware of just how wet she was. Oh yes, the glass would serve her fine before he would supply the heat to send her over the edge.  If she could wait that long.  Thinking about the contrast of the cold, hard, unforgiving glass, replaced by his more pliant and pulsing steel drove her crazy with anticipation.

While Michael retrieved the ice, she pulled off her dress, leaving her underwear, stockings, and shoes in place.  He returned from the kitchen with a champagne bucket full of ice.  Reaching for her hand, he led her to the bedroom, placing the ice on her nightstand.  Funny, how she continued to think of the right side of the bed as hers, even after not having shared a bed with him for any amount of time in a while. 

Michael turned to her and wrapped her into his arms again, kissing her, while Lisa helpfully opened his shirt and removed it, running her fingers over his gleaming skin.  Michael returned the favor by tracing his fingers up her spine, enjoying her sighs and the shivers decorating her tan body. Finally, he broke away, slapping her ass sharply, drawing a yelp of surprise.

“What was that for?”

“For distracting my earlier by making me cum.  I told you I want to see you play with yourself.  Your problem is you never listen to me.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, which earned her another loud slap, causing her to scamper around the bed, throwing herself onto the soft, crimson comforter.

“Mike!”

 “No more for now! Stop begging!” He laughed at her pretend shocked face.

“I am SO not begging, Mister!”

A cocky smile graced that gorgeous mouth, “But you will, princess, give it some time.”

With that he disappeared into the bathroom.  Lisa shook her head, knowing full well that he might be right.

Once she heard the water running, she left the room to get her bag.  She stopped at the bar in his living room and poured them both a glass of wine.  Back in the bedroom, she smiled, hearing him sing in the bathroom.  It occurred to her just how much she missed those little things; like him always having to make some kind of noise no matter what he was doing.  If he was not singing or humming, he was beat boxing or reproducing the sound of just about any instrument on the planet- and probably some from other galaxies as well.  At times, she had witnessed him just creating whole songs on the sly, while doing something totally unrelated such as cooking or playing around with the kids.  He usually kept his recorder close to be able to capture the sounds and lyrics that just streamed out of him. 

“What are you doing? I don’t hear any noises. I don’t trust it when you’re quiet.”  His singing had stopped as he stuck his head around the corner.

“What am I?  Two?  It does not mean I am into something if I don’t make noises.”

She had just reached into her bag and retrieved her birthday present.  Holding it up to her lips, winked at him and kissed it before sticking it into the ice.  Watching her, a big smile appeared on Michael’s face before he disappeared again. Lisa detected him singing “The Way You Make Me Feel”- even though he kept changing the lyrics to include some raunchy lines no one would ever expect to come out of Michael Jackson’s mouth.

She laughed and laid back against the cool, red silk.  “You are so perverted, you know that?  Also, watch out, you will cut yourself and I am not in the mood to baby you.”

“Oh, yeah, what are you in the mood for, then?  And I am NOT perverted.  I am creative.  I’m experimenting with alternate lyrics for the remix.”

“Pervert!  And I show you in a second what I am in the mood for.”

Lisa reclined and took a sip of wine, enjoying the taste and the accompanying warm feeling further heating her from the inside.  When she heard the water go off, she reached over and took a piece of ice.  Just as Michael came back into the room, the ice started its journey from her neck down to her collar bone, and lower to her breast. Michael stopped cold, staring at her, his eyes following the small droplet of melting water on her skin.  He had put on a pair of long, black, satin pajama pants, his upper torso was naked, his face was smooth and clean shaven. 

With her free hand, Lisa handed him his glass of wine and he took a sip, his eyes never leaving her hand holding the ice cube, tracing glittery patterns on her skin.  The shivers starting to ripple through her were not solely caused by the frigid sensation any longer.  It seemed as if the heat apparent in his smoldering eyes was easily transferred to every cell inside her, while the ice served its purpose, supplying her with the intoxicating contrast in its freezing path.  Michael placed one knee on the bed, bending forward and kissing her, letting her enjoy the taste of the wine from his tongue.  It was difficult to judge if the wine or his kiss had more intoxicating power. Too soon, he bent and his tongue became engaged in trying to capture the small water drops on her skin.  Her nerves reacted intensely as his warm, wet, touch replaced the cooling effect of the ice and water.  Lisa started to moan.  She was barely aware of her hips having started to move on the bed.  Michael’s hand touched her knee and he let it glide up her stockings and to her belly, while he continued to lick and kiss her neck, her torso, and the soft skin of her breast not covered by her bra.  Lisa arched up and into his mouth and his hand.

“Take off my bra, I want to feel your mouth on my breast.”

He placed little pecks on her chest, his hand now drawing small, teasing circles on her abdomen.

“Well, that’s too bad.  Because I…” His mouth came up to kiss her lips. 

“…wanna get what you promised.” His tongue entered her mouth and stoked up the length of hers twice before he pushed off the bed.

“Hey!” She protested.  The ice had all melted, and Michael had dried the water off her successfully with his tongue.  Lisa pouted about the loss of his body heat.

Michael rose from the bed and placed a chair at a little distance.  He was serious. He really wanted his show.  Ok, who was she to spoil his fun?  Especially, since she knew full well that they could both win in this game.

“Ok then, oh great, creative mind.  What do you want me to do?”

“For starters, I don’t’ want you to remove any more clothing.  I want you to stay in your stockings, your bra, your shoes, and your panties, until I tell you otherwise. “

She nodded and reclined against the pillows, waiting for further instructions.

“Ok, now, where is your present I so nicely got ch’a?  Is it cold enough yet?”

She reached over and retrieved the ice cold, dripping glass from the bucket.  Her gaze caught his as she awaited his next words.

“Use your tongue to test if it’s cold enough.”

She did as instructed, her tongue gliding toward the tip of the glass that reminded her so much of the real thing she had enjoyed in her mouth just a while ago. Next, she ran the cold wand over the once again heated skin of her upper torso, paying special attention to the top of her breasts contained by the black lacy material of her bra.  The cold made her shiver, and she felt her nipples pucker up inside. 

Michael must have sensed her reaction. “Are your nipples hard?  I want you to reach into your bra with one hand and pinch it.  Then show me.”

She complied, her hand supplying enough pressure to her erect peak before she lifted her breast, revealing the rigid crest over the boundary of black.  As she massaged her breast, her other hand continued southward, slowly moving the icy toy over her abs and toward her thong.

“Prop up your legs and open them, then run it along your thong, just enough to give you a taste.”

Lisa really longed to have the cold shiny glass enter her steaming core, but she played along for both their benefits.  Water trickled from the tip of the dildo, further stimulating her lower region, as her hand switched over to her other breast.  Michael was now shifting in his seat, and she watched in fascination as his hand disappeared in his pants.  The thin, clingy satin did not hide much as she saw him grasping his newly awakened erection, pleasing himself with firm strokes.  This was the second time tonight she was treated to this view, and as always, it managed to evoke a very hot and wet reaction in her pussy. 

“Good girl.  I see the water dripping off it, but I think your pussy is getting nice and dripping wet as well, isn’t it.”

“Yes, Michael.  Watching you handle your dick got me all kind of lubricated.”

“Ok, put it back in the ice for second, Lise.” She was about to protest, but then reconsidered.  Ice cubes clinked like a welcoming chime when the clear object was inserted in the bucket once again.

“Take off your thong, then keep your legs up and spread.  I want to check out what this is doing to you.”

Lisa groaned and pulled her thong off. She wanted to touch herself and it took every ounce of self control to not do so until Michael asked her to.  He watched her every movement and she was amazed her skin was not going up in smoke just from his eyes touching her.

“Now the bra.  And make sure to massage those little beauties for me till I get there.”  His voice was so soft, so low, and it turned her on immensely.  Her fingers freed her breast that felt swollen and full, as she massaged the soft globes, pulling slightly on the sensitive nipples that responding by sending small currents of electricity through her.  Lisa enjoyed his intake of breath.

“Touch yourself down there, baby, let me see how wet you are.” One hand teasingly approached her lower lips, and she felt let her fingers trace the pouting swell before dipping into the hot well, causing a deep moan to leave her throat.  She heard what seemed like an echo, and became aware that Michael also could not contain his pleasure.

“Now, get the glass back and put it in- fast.”

Lisa reached over and in one swift motion let the newly frozen, rigid shaft enter her hot canal.  Her hips shot of the bed and she emitted a small cry as the contrast sent her nerves into shock spasm.

“Holy Shit,” she heard the sigh from Michael, whose eyes were glued to her exposed womanhood that had been invaded by the cold glass modeled after his cock. 

“Oh, my God…” Lisa’s eyes closed and she knew her next climax was right around the corner.  The glass had entered her in one swift motion, and the sudden invasion as well as the cold material had caused her clit and pussy to throb and ache in the most wonderful sensation. 

“Ok, baby, slowly, move it in and out. What does it feel like?” Michael only had to look at the juices dripping from her mingling with the water to know what she felt like.

“Oh fuck, I don’t’ know how long I can keep this up. Oh, it is so good. You have no idea how this feels…” Her words were interrupted by moans and sobs. Her hips undulated on the bed as her hand continued to fuck her with the toy.  Her other hand now left her breast and started to rub her clit, surrounding the turgid nub with vigorous rubbing movements.

Michael rose from his chair and approached the foot of the bed.  He kneeled down before her and his hand took control of the glass.  The expression on his features was intense, almost as if getting ready to study and perfect a new task that had captured his fascination.  Lisa felt the heat flow to some secret center inside of her, contracting and spiraling inward.  Michael held the rigid shaft in place for a second before pulling it almost all the way from her.  The head stayed in place and he watched it stretch her.  He let it enter her heat once more, easily gliding into the well prepared canal.  Lisa’s hips met the intruder once again and she sighed as her head rolled from side to side.  Michael used his hand to remove hers from her clit.  He bent forward and took the bud that had started to peak over the protective petals of her sex it into his mouth, forcing a scream from Lisa.  Her hips spun higher, seeking continued contact with his mouth, which sent the dildo into her further.

“Oh, fuck, Mike, I can’t take this…oh shit…..” Her moans almost prevented the words from being formed.

It seemed that all her feelings were centered in that one spot inside of her, and when Michael applied pressure to her clit while once again moving the dildo in and out of her in rapid succession, that center of her sexual universe exploded into bright colors and overwhelming sensations, causing Lisa to buck against his hand and his mouth, as she convulsed under him.  Michael was careful to not hurt her with the glass as she seemed totally lost in her own universe of pleasure; crying out, screaming his name.  He looked over and saw that her fingers had fisted into the soft material of the comforter, and she had drawn her legs up into her even further.  She continued to spasm, her hip movements slowing down, but not stopping. 

At the end of his control, Michael started to remove the glass dildo, which was not easy, as Lisa held it in a tight grip. 

“Take a deep breath, baby,- I can’t  get it out.”

Lisa was almost incoherent but in some part of her brain understood  that she only had to relinquish being full and stretched for a second before the promise of receiving what she craved even more would be fulfilled.  A deep breath let her internal muscles relax enough so he could retrieve the toy without hurting her. As soon as Michael put the glass aside, he pulled his aching cock out of his pants, just pulling the pajamas down to his hip in his urgency.  He rose onto his knees and pushed her knees even further back, guiding his cock to her still pulsating and dripping opening.  He rubbed the tip against her and she moaned in response, her eyes flying open to meet him.

“Fuck me. Now. Hard.” He lips formed the words, without a sound coming from her.

Meeting his eyes, she knew the message was received with more clarity than could ever be conveyed by mere soundwaves.  Without any more delay, he pounded himself into her to the hilt.  She cried out again, the pain wonderful torture as once again her body adjusted to his size.  It occurred to her that maybe he had his present fashioned just slightly smaller than the real thing, making sure that the ultimate pleasure was his to give. As expected, feeling his hot cock after the cold dildo was almost more than she could handle as she felt propelled toward another orgasm.  She never had any problem cuming with Michael, but this was happening fast, even for her. 

Michael sped up his pace and fucked her with a long series of hard, fast jabs, his sighs and moans mingling with hers as both were lost to the rhythm they knew so well. Michael suddenly sat up on his knees, gripped her hips tightly, and lifted her into him.  He then started to pull back, letting his penis almost leave her, just as he had done with the glass earlier.  She tried to wiggle to get him back in but he held her braced against him as he was in total control of when and how hard he would enter her again.  Lisa found herself at the edge of the abyss, ready to jump off into blinding white hot bliss once again.  All she needed, all she longed for, was his hot cock filling her one more time, and she knew that the next stroke would send her flying. 

Panting, she looked up at him.  “Give it to me, Daddy; come on, let me have it.” She knew he loved it when she called him that.  It was a joke all through their marriage, and she had not used the term in a while, holding it back from him, unsure of their different relationship. 

Droplets of sweet sweat had formed on his face and his torso, glazing his beautiful gleaming skin as he concentrated on keeping himself in check while every nerve in his body screamed out to just let go.  Her calling him Daddy as she had done so many times so long ago almost snapped his control for good. 

“You want it?”  A smile broke through his concentration.

“Yes, you know I want it.” She tried to sit up and he pushed her back by placing a hand on her abs.  He knew she had been close, but probably his stalling had held her off.

He rammed into her again, hearing her moan loudly. 

“You want, this?” He followed up with a series of fast gyrating movements, lifting her body up with him as he continued to hold her.  Only now, his hands moved further back and he lifted her by her ass- using the stimulation from his grip on her cheeks to further drive her crazy.

“Oh, fuck, oh, I can’t take it.  Let me have it.”

He stopped his movement once again, pulling back, his head positioned right at her opening.

“Say it.  What do good little girls say when they want something?”

She smiled and shook her head.  Watching a drop of sweat make a delicious path down his chest, she knew the effort also cost him. She admired his self control, but was not ready to give in. “Oh no.  I won’t.”

He bent forward and took her nipple into his mouth, biting it, sending shockwaves all the way to her clit.  Lisa felt her muscles twitch and beg for him to fill her again.  Michael let go of her breast and sat back again, the repeated change in angle making her cry out.  Moving his hip, his penis played at her opening, surrounding the hole without giving her what he needed, what she longed for.  Entering her, he only gave her about an inch, before pulling back out.  She moaned again in protest, her sounds now reduced to little whimpers.  He moved his hips in circular motion against her and she lost all inhibition.

“Fucking hell.  Please fuck me.  I am so close.  I beg you, Daddy, give it all to me, please.”

He smiled and gave her a small nod before filling her to the hilt with his engorged member.  His motion not only sent him into her cervix, but he also caused a tornado of sensations in her clit as his pubic bone bore into the little the tiny nub. She felt him hitting every single nerve center and saw stars flying at her before she had the sensation of exploding among them into a million pieces of stardust.  She screamed out several times as her hips gyrated and bucked against him.  Michael gave her no reprieve as he continued to thrust into her; his sighs and moans loud and almost drowning her out.  Lisa tried to catch her breath, but just when she thought her orgasm was ebbing off, he bent her one leg by the knee and moved it over and across him, turning her to the side, while increasing his tempo.  The different angle propelled her headfirst into another spiral and she screamed out against him, feeling dizzy as she lost her breath and her voice.  The waves kept on coming in a seemingly never ending onslaught of pleasure bordering on pain.

“Stop, oh shit, please stop, I can’t take it,” Lisa managed to cry out when she finally caught her breath.  Her heart was racing and every muscle in her body felt to be on fire from the exertion.  When she was able to finally open her eyes again, she saw his smile break through the look of concentration that reflected his efforts.  Her body felt bathed in sweat, and Michael looked like a glistening marble statue.  She noticed his breathing was slightly labored and realized he still had not allowed himself to reach his peak.  Lisa suspected that this meant he was not done with her, and she was correct. 

21

“Turn around.”

“Can you, like, give me a minute here?”  Lisa was still out of breath and felt like her legs were shaky and weak.

“Hell no! Get up and get on all fours.  You said you could take it and you were up for it.  Not eating your words now, are you?” The usually so gently tone was replaced by a dark growl.

Her eyes widened even as his voice started a new buzzing inside her belly. 

“But I’m tired.” She was getting less tired by the second, newly invigorated and turned on by his assertive stance.

“Well, that’s just too damn bad.  I’m not done, and you have been a tease all night.  So, assume the position, woman.”

Lisa raised her arms above her head, stretching out, pushing her pouting breasts up higher as she slightly spread her legs.  Michael swallowed as his eyes saw the evidence of her recent climax trickle down her thigh.  Holy shit- he could simply not wait for his juices to join her- soon. 

“But Michael,” she whined.  “I’m afraid of what you will do to me.”  Lisa tried hard to convey a scared, innocent expression.

He had to smile.  She was playing now, and he knew it.  She was so full of shit.  And he loved every second of it.

“I’m not gonna do anything you didn’t deserve.  So, don’t make me say it again.  Get your ass up and turn around.”

Lisa knew she was getting sore and was being pushed to the limit for one night, but she also was not willing to ignore her newly mounting arousal or that huge, straining penis pointing toward Michael’s adorable belly button. He looked like a satyr kneeling before her: gloriously naked, his skin glowing, his hair wet, his face dark and commanding. Not thinking, she licked her lips, and reached for the turgid shaft, suddenly not being able to withstand the desire to touch him.  It seemed to call out to her, tempting her beyond belief.  Michael gripped her wrist and thwarted her plan. 

“No more teasing.  Do it.”

Lisa slowly sat up and started to turn around.  Doing so, she managed to provide a prime view of the place he could barley wait to bury himself in. Her lips were red and swollen from both the previous orgasms and the new arousal and glistened in temptation. She raised herself on her hands and knees before looking at him over her shoulder.

“Don’t hurt me, please.”  At the same time, her eyes told him to fuck her hard. She was so good at being bad!

“You should have thought about that earlier.”

Damn, he was the sexiest thing alive! Resigning herself to his power over her, she turned her head, her hair falling into her face, as she faced the headboard.  He touched her ankles and softly ran his hands up her calves.  His fingers traced the sensitive skin behind her knees, before they ever so slowly ascended her thighs toward the perfect globes pushed out to him.

Michael watcher her before him and swallowed hard.  He could see her breast hanging toward the bed, her nipples hard and stiff again.  Goosebumps had started to appear on her legs as he traced her hot skin which was glazed by a layer of sweat from her previous exertions.  He knew he had already made her cum numerous times tonight, but he intended to shove her further, to make her reach her absolute limit.  Lisa could take a lot, but for some reason he wanted her to admit that he could push her to the very boundary of her sexual endurance.  And he wanted her to never forget what he could do to her.  Just in case…

“Well…?” Ok, her submission obviously had not lasted too long.

“Are you impatient again?  I though you needed a break.  And nice guy that I am, I let you have a short reprieve before you’re gonna beg me to stop.”

She made a snorting sound at his mention of being nice, and his hand made stinging contact with that perfectly round ass before him.

“Ouch!” Her head snapped around.

“You are not in the correct pose, lady.  Did I not order you to assume the position?”

“Oh, that position.  Well, could you be clear, please?”

His hand made contact with the other buttock and she yelped again, even as she adjusted her stance.  Having played this game before, she lowered herself onto her elbows and opened her thighs slightly.  She felt the cool air touch her swollen pussy as she also became aware of new moisture having been produced by her body that seemed to crave him more and more.  She better remember to get some Gatorade later! Michael seemed to be intent on a marathon.  Not that she complained.

Her torso was now lowered, she was resting on her elbows, her head was low to the mattress, her back was arched, and her ass was at the highest point, offering her pussy up to him like a ripe, juicy fruit. 

“So, what do we do with spoiled little girls that have been bad and rebellious all night?”

“I have no clue, since you obviously cannot mean me?  I was…”

The sound startled her almost more than the red hot sting.  She had been expecting it, begging for it, and yet the impact stunned her as the almost electric jolt was echoed in her clit, making her squirm.

“Ouch!...Good, Mike,- Daddy- I was good.” Her voice was almost a sob.

Michael watched her skin becoming flushed from the spanking.  As always, he knew exactly how to give her what she craved without really hurting her. 

“Oh you are good alright.  You’re good when you are sucking me off, or when I make you scream by fucking you.  But the rest of the time, you are just begging exactly for what you are getting now.”

His hands came to rest on her behind and he gently massaged the glowing cheeks, making her writhe and move her hips enticingly. 

“Touch me, Daddy, please touch me…” Her voice was a husky whisper.

“But baby, I am touching you.” He drew his circling caresses lower and toward her center where he saw a drop of her arousal leave the pedal of her flower and journey down her leg.  She was so ready for him.

“Come on, give me something here.  Give me your fingers, or better yet, your dick, I want to feel you inside me.”

“I thought you said you were tired.”

“Dammit! Michael!”

He had to laugh. “What?”

Lisa’s whole body pushed back at him. 

“Oh, touch you…there?”

Two fingers entered her swollen canal and she let a loud moan escape.  Michael was amazed how soft and yet solid her walls felt.  It seemed as though his fingers were surrounded by a soft, silky quilt.  Only, the safe blanket turned into a flesh eating plant as the movements of her muscles tried to pull him in deeper.  He let a third finger enter and again was rewarded by a small scream and a push against him.

His fingers moved inside her, he let them enter and withdraw, before engaging in a circular motion, forcing more moans and more fluids from her. 

“Oh God, oh yeah…baby..do it again…”

“Do what again?” He bent forward and kissed the red marks on her butt, licking her skin. 

“Punish me.  I was such a …,” she groaned again as his fingers stretched her, “..bad girl.”

His free hand obliged and he spanked her one more time, this time being careful to not hit too hard as he already felt bad for the spreading redness.  Lisa panted harder and her sobs indicated she was close once again. Michael turned his hand slightly, and he let his thumb find her engorged clit, rubbing over it in several strokes from back to front, before applying soft pressure and rubbing it in circles.

“Holy fuck!” Lisa started climaxing as her hoarse screams were muffled by the surface of the bed she had dived into head first while her hands tightly fisted the comforter and sheets beneath her.  Michael watched her body twist and spasm, her undulation before him snapping all self control.

He rose from the bed and stood by the end while simultaneously, pulling her closer to him like a little rag doll. He could simply not wait another minute.  He had to be in her immediately.   Despite her delirious state, she knew exactly what he wanted and scooted toward him.  He noticed she trembled as she spread her legs a bit more and he gripped her hips, ready to finally reach the finish line himself.  Michael had denied his own release for so long now that he almost feared the impending release. 

His penis rested at her dripping opening for a mere second before surging forward while he simultaneously pulled her hips toward him.  She cried out again and he almost lost it, experiencing her swollen, tight grip and the heat produced from her repeated releases. Michael could not contain his own moans and sighs as he had to push hard to let her take all of him. Damn! He had fucked her twice already tonight; you’d think she would get used to him. 

Lisa was barely coherent when Michael entered her again.  She felt sore and dizzy, but also elated and incredibly turned on by being claimed in this almost primal way.  She gazed over her shoulder at Michael, whose eyes had been closed.  He seemed to have felt her slight movement and met her eyes.  Sweat was dripping down his face and his long strands of spiral curls surrounded his face that was almost twisted in torture.  Lisa knew his control, and was well aware he had pushed himself to the limit by proving over and over that he could make her climax like no other man had ever been able to. 

“Let go, Daddy, let me have it.  Cum for me.”

He bit his lips and shook his head.  “No way.  I won’t cum ‘till I get you off one more time.”

Say what?  She did not think there was any way in the world she had another climax in her.  She was more than content to just fell him inside her and let him let go of his damn control for once.

“Aint’ gonna happen, babe. I can’t do it.   Please don’t make me do it again, I can’t.”

“Fuck that shit.  You can do it, Lise.  I want you to cum for me again.”

She shook her head and Michael continued his thrusts, filling her every time, causing her to moan in a mixture of pleasure and heavenly agony.  Just when she wondered if his pace was going to numb her, he switched to softer movement and he went from straight jabs to the circular motion of his hips that his fans so adored on stage.  Lisa adored it too, as she knew exactly what move he mimicked and what it felt like to have him grind against her.

The familiar swirling spread through her again, stimulated by his steady movements and his steel touching her and gliding in and out, teasing her inner walls as well as the sensitive area of her opening.  Michael’s hands let go of her hips and grabbed her ass, kneading her cheeks, spreading them,further sending chills through her. 

Michael had felt her get a bit dryer and had therefore changed up his movements, teasing her with his dancelike, rounded drive, and caressing the tempting globes.  He smiled as he received the sweetest reward by feeling his cock gliding in and out easier, providing that Lisa was once again in the game. 

“I can feel how wet you are baby.  I know your body.  I feel you are close again.  You can do it, you can cum for me.”

“Michael, I can’t; I’m too tired. Please, don’t make me.”

Even when she felt the telltale fluttering approach, she continued to doubt her ability to climax again.  She was simply too tired and too worn out.  Nevertheless, Lisa held steady against him, as once again his thrusts deepened and he pounded into her.  She felt one hand leave her as it snaked around, using her own juices to lubricate her overly taxed clit.  She jumped slightly from the sensation, as Michael used him index finger and thumb to rub the little organ.

“Holy shit, oh my God, Mike.  What are you doing to me… I can’t…I” Words started to leave her as she felt the sweetest taste on her tongue.

“Stop that shit.  Yeah, you can.”

Michael felt that all his emotions and feelings had started to contract into one small point of light that threatened to both implode and explode into a galaxy of pleasure.  Just when he thought he could not follow through with his plan to make Lisa take flight one more time, he heard a high-pitched scream as she collapsed under him, her juices engulfing them both, while her body seemed to seize. 

That was it- Michael started to be flooded by light, pleasure, pain, stars, and thunder, as his orgasm overwhelmed him with such force, it stunned him.  The impact was so blinding that his first screams were silent, before he found his voice and released his tension in sobs and screams that matched the intensity of his ejaculation.  He could not help his continued movement as he followed Lisa, who had collapsed under him.  He continued to hold onto her, as his penis did not seem to ever want to stop its twitching and pulsing.  Every time he thought he was done, another jet escaped, burning him as it left his body and shot into Lisa’s who also continued to moan and sigh under him.

After what seemed to be minutes, his heart slowed down and approached bearable rates.  He was lying on his side now, and he held Lisa’s wet, trembling body pressed against him.  His arms had closed around her waist and she weakly found his hands and interlaced her fingers with his.  He kissed her shoulders and nuzzled her neck, quietly enjoying the sound of their heart beating as one, their breathing slowing down in unison.

“I love you so much, Michael.” He was not sure he had heard her weak whisper.

“I love you more, Princess.” He answered anyway, just in case he had heard her correctly.

Still inside her, he drifted off to sleep, keeping her gathered close, never wanting to let her go.

“Michael?” Lisa mumbled before she surrendered to the cocoon of warmth and comfort she only seemed to find when surrounded by his love.

(to be continued)

 

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