Claudia's Men (3 page)

Chapter 5

Claudia knew he watched every movement she made, her tongue wetting her lips just before dropping lower to take him into her mouth in one long, hot, wet pull. Slow and steady, she accustomed herself to his width and girth, her lips gliding back and forth over his length. When he moaned, she doubled her efforts. He groaned her name while pulling her up, first to his lips than to catch her breasts between his palms. He guided them alternately toward his mouth.
 

Her fingers bit into his shoulders as she tried to steady herself while squirming against him, trying to reach his cock with her hand. He bit lightly on her breast, stopping her descent. Their gazes met, and she understood he was in charge. The chill that ran through her whole body had nothing to do with external air temperature, rather the compliance she realized her body would give him.

She finally accepted his dominance and let him take the lead, folding over his legs at his will. This time her left arm slipped down under her body, her hand capturing his length. With each tap to her buttocks, she pulled his erection. Back and forth, on they went until she knew holding back her orgasm was no longer possible. Her butt stung, a tantalizing tingle she’d not felt before. His large fingers pushed her legs farther apart, her panties stretching above her knees.

"Please," she moaned, her hand fisting him harder.

She realized somehow he instinctively knew she was nearing her limits and found herself pushing her backside higher in the air to meet his palm. She drew a breath when his finger penetrated her vagina, slick and hot from his spanking. While his free hand continued to contact with her burning cheeks and reddening thighs, his middle finger matched the rhythm of her hand against his cock.

All too surreal for her, Claudia moved her free hand to her exposed breast, tugging on her own nipple, accepting the surge it added to her body. She knew he was watching her, felt him slip a second finger inside her, and rewarded him with a groan of pleasure. Without warning, he pulled his fingers from inside her and moved them to her mouth.
 
She sucked his fingers greedily, licking her own juices. She kept squirming to keep contact against his body.
 

When he withdrew his fingers from her mouth, both her hands got busy again. One pinched her own breast, the other tugged on his cock, wanting to feel the invasion inside her. He stroked her vaginally several times, his thumb circling her clit while his fingers penetrated deep before he pulled out and placed them back between her eager lips. She sucked them the same way she sucked his cock.

She was beyond any breaking point she'd known before with his fingers back inside her and his palm to her skin. She felt her own wetness slipping down her thighs, easing his strokes. He slipped his index finger against her pussy and pressed quickly inside her several times before pushing one higher up, one finger in her pussy and one in her anus. The double penetration filled her like never before.

Her body arched higher accepting what he did to her. As his fingers began slipping in an out of her, on each inward push, his free hand spanked against her cheeks.

Claudia felt her body freeze under him and finally let go, feeling her insides spasm around his fingers, tugging him deeper within her walls. Her hand moved quicker and tighter against him. She felt him surge in her palm, rewarding her with his release. Her hands never stopped her movements, rather slowing with his motions, using her cum-filled palm to stoke him.

They were both very still. She was spent emotionally and physically. Never before had she let any man touch her this way. She never let a man talk to her that way, spank her and never considered letting a man double penetrate her. Her mind conjured the instant visual of them with her semi-naked, exposed, lying across his legs. Her skirt bunched around her waist, his fingers impaling her as she pumped his cock and pinched her own nipples made her shudder. Somehow the whole strange situation made her feel alive and female. That her undies were still pushed to her knees only added to the strange forbidden pleasure. The cooling night air reminded her of her stinging cheeks. She wondered what they would say if someone saw them and realized she didn't care.

She was disappointed when he gently moved his fingers from inside her. Claudia dropped between his legs, drawing her hand forward, licking his release from her own fingers. Then she pulled herself up to kiss him, sharing his cum with him, pleased he accepted her kiss with enthusiasm. She went liquid inside a second time, her nipples heavy again, her lips still full and pulsing, wanting more.

The noise of the party grew louder in her ears. Music filtering from the house stereo made her slowly draw away as reality intruded.

Without words, she stood with the help of his hands on her hips to steady her. He slid them down her thighs, pulling her skirt with them, covering her. Very slowly, she put each breast back inside the bustier cups and shimmied against the material to make it fit against her. She didn’t resist pinching each one as she placed them for comfort. Tugging the neckline and sleeves of her shirt back in place, Claudia shifted the material to cover her corset.

His fingers ran under her skirt one last time and dragged her panties the rest of the way down her legs, lifting each foot so he could slip them off. Their gazes locked, and she knew she'd never see those panties again. She didn't care. She watched as he dropped them in his pocket and then grasped her buttocks one last time. The pressure of his fingers reinforced the reality of what they'd done.

"Enjoy your summer," he whispered, taking her lips in a kiss that promised more.

"You too." She slowly moved away, walking back toward the party already regretting the loss of his touch.

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He’d known with his first look at her she had potential but never expected her acceptance so readily. It made him hotter, and he surged hard. He imagined she’d be a sensual woman but never to this degree. He didn’t hold back the satisfied smile that crossed his lips. He’d chosen well. The wait had been worth her. He watched as she slowly walked back toward the party. Terrance let her go, knowing he needed a minute to get himself back together. He mentally patted himself on the back for managing to keep his mouth closed when he came, not revealing his fully descended fangs.

Foremost on his mind the rest of the night was how the material of her skirt would rub against her tender skin, knowing her own juices would continue to moisten her. He wanted to follow her and finish what they started, but he didn’t. He took a drink from a passing waiter’s tray and watched from the distance as she tried to blend in. It didn’t go unnoticed by him that her nipples still protruded through the material.

                                         
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With regret on many levels, he never let her see him again. Occasionally he would discretely check on her well being.

Terrance felt only slightly guilty having read her mind and finding her deepest secret. He knew she hadn’t told anyone about her recent discovery. Knowing she couldn’t bear children had been a blow to her soul. To him it was one more point in her favor.

He purchased several items through the years and never used them. Safely packed away they waited for the right time, the right person. The polished wooden paddles and leather whips would touch only Claudia’s skin.

Chapter 6

Hart Lake
,
GA
1967

The air held an ominous static around her the whole day.
 
Canceling had crept into her mind several times, each being dismissed with a rational she couldn't get past.
 
Every spring her family held their annual party of the year.
 
Everyone they knew was invited, including everyone in the small town. Required by her parents to be here for the event, she would go one last time. Claudia hadn't told anyone of her plans to permanently relocate.

Starting her life in a new location seemed like the perfect answer to her situation. That was how her family referred to her divorced status in hushed tones. Now old enough to take care of herself, she’d decide where she wanted to live. No longer would she be intimidated by her family to stay in their small town where bad memories of her failed marriage assaulted her at every turn. People she met in passing gave her a consoling pat on the shoulder or a hug with a sigh. She hated the condescending looks and advice from concerned friends. Claudia was proud of how she’d handled the divorce and refused to let the stigma of it rule her future.
 
 

For the last five years, she dreaded this night, even though she'd never seen him. Not that she knew who he was that night. Five years ago at the spring ball amongst several hundred people milling on her parents’ lakefront estate, she'd met a man who changed her life. She'd never seen him again.

This year, she chose to dress as far away from haute couture as she could. She dressed for comfort and her personal style. She chose a black velvet mid-calf skirt with a frilly white blouse. Black narrow-heeled, knee-high boots completed her look. Her breasts were covered, but the neckline ruffles accentuated her cleavage. The long sleeves puffed slightly at the top than drew snug along her arms to her wrists, ending in several layers of ruffles. Several layers of thin slips underneath the velvet skirt made a slight swishing noise with every step she took. Her secret, keeping her pussy moist all evening, was she wore no panties.

Each year she’d dreaded this party, and for four years, he hadn’t shown up. Every year she experienced a sort of wanderlust as spring approached. Her hormones went on overload until the party passed. She’d not worn panties each year, just in case he appeared. Now it had become her private crusade. Only she knew the sluttish personality who wanted a repeat performance. The woman who wanted her tall, dark stranger to suck her tits and finger her pussy was the same woman who longed to feel his palm warm her skin.

Claudia longed to suck his cock down her throat. Her ultimate goal was to ride his hot, throbbing cock, to swallow him into her body and force his cum deep within her walls. Her pussy pulsed at the image her mind created. Her anus contracted several times, longing for his cock in her ass, stretching her to unknown limits. She accepted the need would sting and then turn into a burning desire that had to be satisfied. With a sigh, she let the image ease away.

She fluffed her raven curls, now cut short and tousled around her face.

Five thin silver chains ringed her waist as a belt with a thicker version as dangling earrings. Even her boots had a layer of chain around the ankle. Pleased with the result of her primping, she ventured outside to join the party. She wandered to the patio railing, watching the party from a higher vantage point.

"Are you wearing lace panties under your gown?"

“No,” she answered automatically before realizing what the question was and who asked.

She’d been distracted, listening to the music waft around the back yard from new stereo speakers. When he slipped behind her, his hands came to rest on the railing before her, trapping her to snug intimately against his body. His erection lay directly against her buttocks as a reminder of years past.

Claudia refused to take his bait, but couldn't help her chest heaving forward as she tried to breathe. She knew exactly who stood snugged to her body. She wanted this moment for years and dreaded it at the same time. She’d replayed various scenarios in her mind of how their meeting might go, but none ever seemed plausible. “Be careful what you wish for,” she whispered and froze at his cynical laugh.

In the moonlight, her bare throat and face burned red hot, acknowledging her remembrance. Shifting his weight, he settled his erection deeper between her buttocks. It took all her resolve not to push back against him. With one quick glance over her shoulder, she decided to take the offensive.

He wore a European styled suit in black over a silky black tailored shirt, unbuttoned at the neck without the new style cravat. It gave him a rakish appearance, and she held back a smile with the thought of him wearing a hat and eye patch, giving him a pirate allure.

"You look quite sinister tonight. Is the suit a warning of your mood?"

"It could go in that direction."

"So am I to be raped, pillaged or plundered?" Claudia used the pirate metaphor before she could pull back the words.

"Never rape. When I'm inside you, it will be because you begged to feel me.” He smiled and added, “maybe with just a bit of plundering!"

Pretending to consider his offer, she drew a confident breath. "Sorry, not interested. I'm sure some other woman at the party will be." Claudia knew she had to face him. She wouldn't send him away without eye contact. That would mean defeat. She swallowed hard as the music changed, the beat harder and hotter to her ear. Her persistence had his hands moving from the railing, allowing her to turn and face him.

"I'm only here because of you, Claudia. You are to become my princess." The look in his eyes made her want to believe him.

"You've wasted your time and energy. I'm not interested." Choosing her words carefully, she added, "or afraid," making a point of watching him openly for his reaction.

"You've nothing to be afraid of, especially from me."
 
He laughed.
 
"You will feel differently once I've taken you." His tone sounded sinister and attention-getting as he obviously intended. His self satisfied smile annoyed her.

Claudia realized the anxiety she’d been holding in for what seemed like her entire lifetime dissipated with this meeting. It left her cleansed in a strange way, allowing her to laugh aloud. The release felt overwhelming, and she decided to enjoy it.
 
Suddenly, she was no longer apprehensive and felt remorse for all the time she'd spent worrying about this very moment. "It would be best to find someone who is interested in your games."

"I'm not interested in playing with anyone else." His features turned sinister and sharp in the darkness. His eyes leering in the all but nonexistent light. Claudia wondered if he assumed she'd allow him a replay of their first meeting. No, she decided, however handsome he was, his ego was just too much for her to bear. The realization made her accept the growth she'd acquired since seeing him last.

How dare he expect she'd still want him or be free to be taken? "Then you've squandered this night." She turned to leave, but he blocked her way with the bulk of his body. Claudia felt a flush of recognition, warming her neck and throat. It slid higher to her cheeks. Even in the dim light, he would see her embarrassment and recognition of her deepest secret.

She schooled her face not to give away her deepest secret desire to have him again, to touch his skin, to feel his body against hers. She wanted to taste his lips and inhale his personal scent, so familiar, yet so long gone.

"You do want me, princess. You're just too uptight to admit it."

"We can't have everything we want in this life just because we want it."

"We can try." His arms slowly encircled her as he took that last small step forward, pressing against the length of her, letting her feel what her prize would be.

She had warmed when he pressed against her back. Now facing him, her breasts pressed against his chest and her nipples budded. She felt a viable heat trace through her body landing, at her lower lips, making them full and needy with just the press of his body. Claudia felt her own heat seep against her naked thighs. She inhaled his scent deeply and knew it was a fatal mistake. Glancing from side to side, she saw nobody noticed them.
 

Instantly she remembered how he made her feel. No man had ever come close. His hands rested at her waist, his warmth transferring to her. Silently she wished he’d raise his hands to capture breasts. The thought made her acknowledge just how willing a participant she would be.

With renewed resolve, Claudia whispered, "I did try it and decided I didn't like it." She pushed past him but his fingers gently grasped her wrist, forcing her to turn back. First to glance at his fingers on her wrist second to flash his dark eyes a warning with hers. "Once was enough!"

"I'll be waiting when you change your mind, but make it quick, princess. I'm not a patient man."

Claudia saw the irony of him expecting her to be a patient woman waiting for him to show up after five years if he felt like it. What if she were married or engaged?
 
What if she had moved on with her life?

"Most men aren't patient." She gently moved from his grasp and felt instantly cool.

She left him alone in the darkness, hating to leave when she really wanted to stay and take his offer. With a heavy sigh, she continued walking away. While she wanted to stay more than ever, she didn't, forcing herself to get lost in the throngs of the partygoers. Her unforgotten stranger had come back. Now she'd sent him away. She should feel relieved. All she felt was hollow.