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“Just don’t burn the place down, I don’t have insurance yet, my agent is going to kill me if you do.”

“Funny, Mr. Bond.  I think I can manage with no fire to save you from her wrath.”

I begin to lift myself up when he stops me, holding me by my arm.

“One second baby, left me watch my cum drip from you.”

Holy shit.  What a sexy dirty man I have!

Breakfast turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. 

Marco turned the second bedroom into an office and went in to get some work done and probably to leave me alone in the kitchen, I think so I wouldn’t feel pressured with him watching me, he really is a considerate man.   The spinach omelets are done, the hash browns are perfectly browned, lightly seasoned with a little onion, and the coffee just finished brewing at the same time the kettle whistle blew. 

My footsteps are silent as I pad softly across the condo to tap on his office door.

“Yeah, baby, come in,” he calls from inside.

I open the door just enough to peak my head inside.

“Breakfast is ready, Sir.  Come and eat before it gets cold,” I beam at him, I’m feeling pretty good because I think it’s just about as good his.

“Thank you for cooking for me, that was really sweet of you.”

He comes around the big antique desk, takes my hand and places a kiss on my lips.  This is the only piece of old furniture I’ve seen in his place and I can see why, it’s beautiful.  He can’t help but notice me admiring it.

Following my eyes he asks, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s gorgeous.”  I can’t hide my appreciation for the beautiful piece of furniture.  It’s made of thick mahogany wood with such a deep, rich color.  There’s intricate carvings along the edges and curved feet, it almost looks like French design with the unmistakable scroll work and four carved lion heads jutting out along the front of it.  Behind it is a well-worn leather swivel office chair, the kind that would have sat behind a doctor’s desk in the early 1900’s. 

“It was my grandfathers, my father gave it to me about 15 years, after I got my shit together and I’m honored to have it.”  Looking back at me I can see the pride in his face. 

“Oh, I have one more thing to show you, Elizabeth.”  His expression has taken on a soft look.  “Close your eyes, baby.”

Now I’m feeling excited.  With my eyes closed I hear him take a few steps then a click of a door followed by a rustling sound, he must have gone into the closet. 

“Ok, open your eyes.”  He sounds excited.

My jaw drops.  It’s a portrait made from one of the pictures Marco took of me that afternoon while I was in bed.  I look stunning, sultry, exotic, erotic…a woman with longing and desire and adoration for her lover, beckoning him to come and satisfy her yearning for him.  I look to him, he’s waiting for me to say something, then I look back at the picture.

“My God, Marco, I can’t believe that’s me.”  I am so shocked my voice is barely above a whisper.

“This is what I see when I look at you when we make love, Elizabeth, this woman is the woman that you give me, the one that I want to give immense pleasure to, the one that I adore.  This is you, Elizabeth, always.”

I don’t know what to say, there’s a rock in my throat that I can’t push down and tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

He turns and puts the portrait back in the closet.

“I haven’t decided where to hang it yet, I want to see you all the time but I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

He comes and takes my hand, I’m still a mute, afraid of what I’ll sound like if I try to speak.

“Come on, a beautiful woman cooked for me and I don’t want to let her down.”

I grab his face in my hands and pull him to me, what I can’t say in words I’ll say this way.  He smiles tenderly at me, feeling the gratitude bursting from me at this beautiful gesture he’s given me. 

After we practically lick our plates, it was good and we both were obviously starving, I take the dishes to the sink.

“What would you like to do tonight, Elizabeth?”  He sits back, rubs his stomach in satisfaction then puts his hands behind his head.

“Actually I haven’t been to the movies in forever, would you like to go?”

“Yeah, that sounds great, what would you like to see?” 

I bet he thinks I’m going to ask for a romance or a girlie type of movie.

“If The Equalizer is still around I’d love to see that.”  I smile at him, waiting for his response.

“You like action movies, Elizabeth?”  Just as I thought, the surprise is evident in his expression with the wide eyes and the half smile.

“I love action movies, good ones, especially Denzel ones, he is such a bad ass.”

“Ok, that’s the plan then, lazy afternoon, movie and pizza.”

“Perfect plan, Mr. Bond.”

Leaning his head against the back of the sofa, he looks at me thinking about something.

“What?” I ask, getting a little uncomfortable under his thoughtful eyes.

“First, baby, I’m taking you shopping.”

“Why?” the shock can clearly be heard in my voice.

“Because I don’t want you to have to worry about not having anything to wear here, at least until you move in.”

I choose to ignore the part about me moving in when I answer him, “You don’t have to do that, I can bring some things over.”

“But you won’t have to if we go shopping.”  He gets up and reaches for my hand.  “Come on, let’s get ready, I really want to do this, baby.” How can I say no to a face like that?

We approach the corner of Market Street and Front Street, there are a few really cool boutiques here and I’m starting to get excited.  No man has ever taken me shopping for me before.  We walk in to Edge of Urge first, it’s a trendy boutique catering to both the younger woman and the professional with an edge. 

“Can I pick out a few things for you to try on, babe?” Marco asks me as he’s fingering through a rack, his hand poised over a hanger.

“Sure, that would be great, Mr. Bond, anything for you.”

“Anything, my love?” he asks silkily, cocking an eyebrow.

“Mmmhmm, anything,” I purr back at him.

“In that case, I will remember that,” he says, quickly stealing a kiss.

After going through all of the racks in the store, Marco has an arm full of clothes and I have two items.  The sales lady hasn’t been able to take her eyes off of Marco since we walked into the store, almost on the verge of being rude.  I think she just can’t help it, an amazingly attractive man dripping sexuality and shopping, really,
really
shopping in a women’s boutique, this is something I’m sure she doesn’t see often.  When it looks like he’s finally coming up for air and he scans the room for a dressing area she breaks her silent admiration. 

“May I help you with something?”

“Yes, we’d like to try these one.”

Her eyes almost pop out of her head.  “All of them?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, of course, right this way,” she stammers.

You can’t blame the woman, Marco’s easily got twenty pieces of clothing draped over his arm.

“You can’t really intend on buying all of those, Marco,” I whisper to him on the way to the back of the store towards the changing room.

“Yes, I am, and right now I’m going to enjoy watching you undress and dress, showing off all of these things for me.”  He turns and winks at me, “I told you, baby, purely selfish reasons.”

The dressing room is cramped with both of us in it but Marco was not going to miss the show.  I start a little enthusiastically but by the tenth item I’m getting a little annoyed.

“I’ve tried on everything that needed to be tried on, the rest we can judge without me having to keep pulling clothes on and off my body, Marco.  Which ones do you like,” I ask him.

“I like all of them, that’s why I picked all of them,” he answers me in a matter of fact way.

“Ok, which ones do you like the best so we can start putting some back?” I try again.

“I like all of them the best, Elizabeth, that’s why I picked them.”

Now I’m starting to get a little annoyed.

“Ok, well, which ones are we keeping?” I attempt to get a final answer from him.

“I told you, baby, all of them, that’s why I picked them.”  He looks at me as if I should have known this.

“You can’t be serious,” we’re still standing in the tight square of the dressing room.

“Is there anything about me that says that I’m not?”

I just stare at him.  What can I say to him?  No, you can’t buy me clothes, which would be like telling him don’t breathe, it’s just not possible.

“Ok,” is all I can manage, shaking my head as I push past him to get out of the close confinement. 

We go up to the counter and place all the clothing on the counter.

“Which of these would you like?” the sales woman asks.  Yeah, lady, I asked the same thing.

“All of them,” Marco answers.

She looks at him, stopping midway in removing a hanger from a dress, “All of them?”

“Yes,” he says flatly.

I can tell he had to stop himself from saying anything further, poor guy, he just went through all of that with me.

After she rings us up and we head out the door, I decide we’re not going to anymore boutiques, especially if it’s going to be like this.  If he kept this up, I’d have more clothes at his place than I do at my own.

Chapter 12

Elizabeth

It’s 9:15 when we get back to the condo.

“I bet you’ll never think about hardware stores the same way again, Marco.”

“Definitely not, that was a great movie and an excellent idea, babe, I’m glad we went.”

“Tell me something Marco, you’re in the construction business so to speak, do you work with tools and things like that?”

He pulls me down to the couch with him and we sit back, he has his arms draped around my waist and I’m reclining against him.  His expression is one of reminiscing, and he looks so serene deep in the thoughts that are taking him back to another time and place. 

“My dad taught me some things,” he shakes his head laughing lightly.  “He had my grandfather’s tools after he passed away.  The old sturdy kind that you had to crank to drill a hole, the old stone with the deep groove in it where knives had been sharpened on it hundreds of times and the old fashioned planers.  You know, the ones that made the beautiful curled wood shavings.”  He looks at me with a sparkle in his eye at the memories.

I nod my head feeling so much for this man at this moment, this very private moment where he is exposed and the beauty that is him is brilliantly glowing. 

He leans his head back against the back of the couch as his arms tighten around me.

“When I finally settle down, I want to buy a kind of a ranch with lots of property with a big white house, two stories, with wrap around porches, kind of a country house but with charm.  I want to put up a tree swing and have a work shed and hang my grandfather’s tools there.  And one day I’ll make something with them.”  He tilts his head back down to me and smiles.  “I told you baby, it’s like art.” 

I can see that beautiful home, the wind softly blowing the leaves, Marco walking across the big expanse of lawn and I’m up on the porch.  There’s a small child running down the steps towards him with arms stretched out.  I can’t resist kissing him and letting some of the overwhelming emotion I feel for him right now pour into him, it’s so much, I think my heart’s going to burst.

When his lips leave mine his forehead rests against mine and he looks into my eyes. His lip curves up in the corner and his eyes take on that wicked look.  The bad boy is back.

“And I do like hardware, my love, and tonight I have a special clamp for you.  I can’t wait to see how much you like it.”

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open with no sound.  Instantaneous horniness.

He begins to trace my lips with a fingertip, then slides his hands down my arms finally coming to graze his nail on the top of my shirt along my visibly hardened nipples.

“I’ve got a couple of phone calls to make, why don’t you get comfortable while I finish up and I’ll be in in a minute.”

“Ok,” I answer almost mutely.

I go to the bedroom and get undressed.  Along with the clothes Marco bought, he also got a dresser just for me, we went right past the drawer to the dresser, that’s impressive.  Folding my clothes I put them on the dresser and walk into the bathroom.  After turning on the shower I wait for it to get hot and pile my hair on top of my head before getting in. 

My body is already sizzling in anticipation of this new toy he mentioned, a clamp.  I’ve worn the nipple clamps a few times already so I wonder what it could. 

My eyes fly open at the realization:  a clit clamp, HOLY FUCK!

I stop.  The water is running over my body, the soap is swirling down the drain as I’m frozen.  This will be fine, I’ve had a butt vibrator in my ass, I’ve been flogged while having Ben Wa balls inside me and everything he’s done to me has left me mindless with ecstasy, this will be fine I tell myself.  My heart is already thudding hard in my chest and my sex is wide awake.  I hear the door click open then shut and all of my senses heighten.  I glance in that direction and I see Marco, naked, his erection massive standing tall, stalking towards me, head slightly bowed, lips lifting at the corners with a look in his eyes that says I-hope-you’re-ready-baby-‘cause-I’m-coming-and-there-will-be-no-mercies.  I instinctively take a step back in the huge shower and his grin gets bigger.