Double-Crossed (10 page)

He slid his other hand up the inner thigh of her leg, until he reached her pussy. She radiated heat; the wetness had already started to oil its way down the inside of her thigh.

“Mmmm… Bad little girl likes to play these games.” He moved the flat of his fingers into her wet slit. “Bad little girl wants to be fucked, don't you?”

Marianne groaned out “Yes” as Peter slid two fingers into her wet opening. The relief of his hand matched the wild nature of his words.

Peter started to pump his fingers in and out of her.

“One day, I will let strangers watch as I pump things in and out of you.” He pulled his fingers out and moved his hand away. “But right now, I want a shower with you.”

As if he had tipped cold water over her head, Marianne woke out of her daze to see him getting up out of bed. She got up also and walked toward the door of the bathroom. As soon as she got into the room, she felt Peter behind her, licking her neck in long, sensuous strokes and pressing his hard body into her.

As Peter kissed her and ran his hands over her, she reached up into the shower to turn it on. She soon got the water flowing, not too hot and not too cold. Stepping in, Peter followed her, his erection standing strongly out from the rest of his body.

The hot water did nothing to satiate her lust. The sensuality of the drips, the warmth of the stream, the clouded protection of the steam, and Peter kissing her and kissing her gave her the same feeling of being in another world. She found that she started to float off, swept up in a leisurely, sensory explosion.

The eroticism of the water combined with some relief in her confidence in Peter's genuineness. There were no illicit reasons behind his trying to get her into bed, other than the most illicit of all: he wanted to take advantage of her in the best possible way. The moment made her want to give something back. She thought she'd better ask first, however. “Peter, I'm not sure of the rules. Can I go down there”—here she pointed to the floor of the shower—“and do things to you, or do you direct every time?”

Smiling, he replied, “Far be it for me to prevent you from going down there. We're allowed to have vanilla sex sometimes, sweetheart.” Moving in closer, he planted an affirming kiss on her lips.

Wriggling out of the kiss, she slid down his bare, muscled chest, kissing and licking, bending her knees and preparing herself to settle on the ground for a while.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that's what I want…” Peter growled at her as she came to a halt on her knees, her face right against his enormous erection.

Marianne leaned in and tasted the length and strength of it. Under the soft outer skin, it felt as hard as iron, and it took all her control not to lift her hand and stroke it a few times. However, Marianne had other ideas, and she didn't want to jump the gun in her ministrations.

Pulling his legs apart a little farther, she bent lower in order to lick half way down his legs. She tasted the delicious inside of his knees, making sure he could feel it properly in the hot water and knew that her tongue explored his skin. Then, making small, swirling circles as she went, she traveled up the inside of his right leg, using her lips to surround her tongue as it worked in its delicious way.

Just before she reached his crotch, she swung her head and performed the very same actions upon his inner left leg. Peter groaned and separated his legs even farther, clearly hoping to give her more room and indicating that he loved the actions she took with him. It thrilled Marianne to oblige.

This time when she reached the top of his leg, with the water beating down on her pretty face, she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and swirled it around and around the underside of his balls. They were so soft as she lapped and sucked on them.

After devouring them together for a while, she worked to get one at a time in her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on each in its turn, until Peter cried out in agonizing pleasure.

Taking her time, Marianne ran her tongue up Peter's balls and onto the base of his shaft. She slid her tongue all the way up to the top, curling her lips over the throbbing round head before sinking the shaft into her mouth as deep as she could get it. She relaxed the muscles around her throat and slid it in a little farther. Peter started to moan and slowly thrust into her.

Pulling her head away, she turned him to face away from her. Excited, he did so, and Marianne reached one hand around him and started to pump slowly on his rod. Peter had his hands up against the wall of the shower, arching his spine after realizing her direction.

She took her hands off his tool and brought them around to the delicious rock-hard globes of his ass. As Peter groaned, she spread his ass cheeks just a little and moved her face closer so that she cut out most of the water rushing down between them. Gently, she stuck out her tongue and glided it over the crack where his ass came together. She knew that he must be able to feel her hot, slippery tongue running up and down between his cheeks, and it made her pussy ache with anticipation.

Pulling the muscles farther apart, she could see right into his most private hole. Then in one strong move, she plunged her face directly between the muscles and thrust her tongue all around the small button of his asshole.

Marianne had never done anything like this before, but she'd panted while stroking her pussy watching it many times. She'd always wondered what it would be like. Peter tasted very clean, but because of all the crevices, she still smelled the musky sex of his arousal. She felt so wild and so bad. She pressed her tongue in as far as it would go, listening to Peter's groans as he pushed his ass back into her face.

Soon, she reluctantly took her tongue away and slid it down his perineum to the top of his balls again and back. She ran a hand around to the front, stroked, and massaged his huge throbbing tool that felt literally fit to burst. Peter groaned and pumped his cock into her hand hard.

He pushed her away gently and turned to face her. With a hand on the back of her head, he pressed her face toward his cock again. The move didn't have violence to it, and Marianne had time to prepare, but its suddenness sent lighting to her pussy. She opened her mouth and relaxed her throat to take all of him in, swallowing hard around him all the way. Moaning, Peter fucked hard into her mouth and came. She drank it all down, sucking and lapping on him all the way.

After Peter came, he withdrew his semi-hard cock from her mouth, and without a word, pulled her up and kissed her passionately. He leaned behind her and turned off the shower. He held her hand as she stepped out of the stall and then picked her up as if he were going to carry her over a metaphorical threshold. He took her back into the bedroom, carefully laying her on the bed.

Marianne had drops of water all over her, but she felt warm in the bedroom. On top of the sheets, spreading her legs as much for relief as for arousal, she focused on the hot, wet spot between, needing some cool air on it.

Peter came over and sat beside her, naked, his erection only partially gone.

“I am going to have to teach you a lesson. Only very bad girls know how to suck cock like that. Did you learn that from watching a movie, or from doing it yourself?”

His eyes reached out to grab her, engulfing her, as the spark told her they were playing the game again. Here, now, the serious, sensuous game of their lovemaking.

“I watched it in a movie,” she said coyly.

“I bet your pussy is throbbing now too. I bet sucking cock like that made you so wet and desperate for a big dick in you right now.”

His words were electrifying, pouring fuel on the fire inside Marianne.

Oh, God, when is he going to fuck m
e
?

“You know, bad girls need to be taught a lesson. And I think you're very bad.”

Peter thrust his hand between her legs, and immediately Marianne cried out and arched her back so he could pump his fingers into her.

“Look at you now, trying to hump my fingers. You need it so bad, don't you?”

“Oh, yes.” Marianne purred as she pressed her slick opening into his hand, trying to get relief.

Smiling, Peter took his hand away and sat her up. Then, in one skillful move, he pushed her face down with his hand on her back, suddenly twisting her across his knee. It felt strange; although she couldn't be sure, she knew what to expect. She had seen spanking in skin flicks before and had been fascinated, but it had never occurred to her that she'd like it.

The sharp slap against her left buttock came out of nowhere. It took her by surprise and made her gasp. Then she felt another. Then another. By the third, they had started to sting a little, and the fourth, in exactly the same place, actually hurt. Marianne didn't feel so surprised anymore. She felt awkward and a little silly.

Reading her mind again, Peter said, “Do you feel silly with your ass in the air and my hand slapping you? Can you imagine what you look like?” Peter put his hands between her knees and pried her legs apart a little. “Spread your legs, naughty girl, so I can see your pussy while I punish you.”

These words had the desired result. Marianne felt like a naughty girl taking her punishment. She felt wanton and exposed. Her hole started to ache again. Peter had gained his desired effect.

Peter rubbed his hand over the slapped, burning part of her ass. “You are such a bad little girl to go to dirty movies in this sleazy part of town and watch women sucking cock.”

Then,
slap
, she felt another whack against her other cheek. Then
slap, slap, slap
, three in succession, the third starting to really sting.

Peter rubbed his hands against the hot flesh. Then he dipped his fingers between her legs, invading her with incredible intensity. She felt his fingers feeling the opening to her vagina.

“Oh, my, and it also seems you like to be spanked,” Peter said in a mocking tone. “What kind of strange woman likes to suck cock like a whore, then get spanked?”

As he said the lewd words, he ran his fingers over her pussy and her clit. She thought she would pass out from the pleasure.

Peter took his hand away from her vagina, and slapped her hard again. This time really stung. Hard on the left buttock and hard on the right. Firm again on the left, firm again on the right. She could feel the full force of his recovered erection on her belly. It pressed into her like an iron rod. That, combined with his evil words and the unexpected pleasure of the slaps, almost had her floating off into another world.

Peter stopped slapping her and pressed three fingers into her vagina; immediately she started to come all over them.

“Oh, that's it,” he cooed. “Come, my beautiful lady; come all over my hand after I have spanked you.”

Marianne could feel the heat of her orgasm in the base of her spine, the slaps ramming it into her and spreading it through her body. It burned a white-hot heat into her belly that raced over all her nerve endings until she felt her pussy convulsing and sucking on Peter's hand.

Driven crazy with lust, Peter lifted her up and laid her on the bed. Her docility took her over, still in postorgasmic splendor. He paused to look at her, wonder in his eyes again, and then he lay on top of her, pushing his hardness into her dripping pussy.

“Oh, God,” he moaned as he felt her pulsing heat, and the slick, transparent juice surrounding his penis. His entry woke her from delirium, and she felt the possibility of another orgasm rising in her. As he pumped into her, she met every thrust with her legs wrapped around his back, her hips riding up into him. In just a few seconds, Peter started to come hard again. Marianne could feel his cock pulse and thrust as if it had a mind of its own inside her. A small orgasm rippled through her inner walls, clutching and sucking on his member as it lurched and pitched its seed deep into her.

Still lying on top, he slackened a little, allowing a slump without crushing her underneath. They both thrilled, feeling the pleasure of his penis retract and melt out of her body. He rolled off to her side, pulling her with him as he turned to keep the intimacy strong, their faces touching.

He kissed her deeply. The closeness of the moment swept her away such that she almost felt like giggling with complete pleasure. Sensing her rising giddiness, Peter smiled as well.

“Have I got you all day?” she said, grinning into his big, beautiful smile.

“No. I shouldn't be surprised that we've been fucking for almost an hour, but reality is calling me out there. I have a lot to do on the case, and preparations need to be made for a team meeting this afternoon. I know it's a Sunday,” he said in response to the look on her face, “but the hearing starts this week, and there is a lot more riding on it than just Joe's freedom.” He gave her a playful squeeze. “If you know what I mean?”

Marianne smiled, disappointed they had to be apart for the day, but also a little grateful. Time apart to think straight would prove valuable. Her emotions were all over the place, and she needed the clarity of distance.

Peter continued. “I think it's a good idea if we have dinner tonight, and by that I mean
just
dinner. I want to see you, and be sure you're okay in body and soul, and I want to be certain that you're tucked in safely tonight.” He kissed her. “It might be a good idea also if we had a chance to discuss what has been going on here.”

While she lay there in the languor of the lovemaking, the hot sting in her ass sustained a deep engaging pleasure. She relished the feel of it, as he dressed in the other room. Soon he was next to the bed, suit on just as he had looked the night before, buckling up his watch, and placing a wallet into his back packet. He looked gorgeous. She couldn't believe that she'd made love to him at all, let alone the way she had.

Smiling at her, he said, “Stay there, sunshine. I want to think of you like this all day.” Moving down toward her in the bed, he kissed her forehead and her lips and then walked out of the room. Five seconds later, she heard the front door close, and he was gone.

Chapter Six

Once outside in the fresh air and the startling sunlight, Peter paused on the steps in front of her apartment to acclimate himself, getting his head together.