The Stranger I Know (Dark Romance) (11 page)

Steam hits my face and I turn away to look at him. "Was the tardiness part of the game?" I make sure to strain 'game' so he knows I'm not pleased. If he doesn't like it... that's too bad.

"Game? You think this is a game to me?" he says, his expression looks strained but without his eyes to confirm it, I can't really tell. All I can watch are his eyes move from one side to the other. I'm not usually allowed to look for so long. "This is more than that."

"Since when?"

He's finally noticed my attitude. He slips his hand into his pocket and the vibrator intensifies on me. I lean over the bed and clasp the frame's pegs to keep myself up. "You're awfully catty today, Eve."

"I've had a long day..." he increases the pressure. "Sir." I hang my head to look away from him. He lowers the vibration.

"Good," he says. "Much better." He slips his hand out of his pocket before he lifts the lids from the dishes. Steam coils into the air again. "Now you'll eat."

"Just me... sir?" I ask. "There are two."

"You'll need the second one later, trust me."

I sit down at the edge of the bed and he rolls the serving tray around to meet my knees. I freeze as he pushes the cart toward me and am amazed he doesn't ding my knees. His arms are strong and tanned. His button down's sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, making him look like he just got off a hard job.

I admire his arms as I dig into my steak. Each slice of the knife into the flesh makes more steam gush out of it. It's delicious. The Stranger watches me intently, as if he's savoring each bite as much as I am.

After I'm finished eating, exhaustion finally takes its turn on me. The dull sense of vibration keeps me awake though, and it's a reminder of why I wanted to be here in the first place.

"Master..." I begin slowly. I wait for him to turn his attention up to me, from my legs. "Could the vibrator be removed now?" I try to sound non committal, like it isn't a big deal if not.

"Yes. I want to see it," he says. I stand up in front of him and he sits down in a chair. "Undress right here. I want to see the... proof."

I unbuckle my pants and jerk them down to my thighs. I lean down and pull the ends free from my feet and toss the pants aside. Leggings and panties now. How else could I stay warm? Or in today's case, how else could I not soak through my clothes? I hook my thumbs under the leggings and slide them down, feeling the skin peel as the fabric pulls free from my thighs and panties. The Stranger seems exceptionally pleased.

I let go of the leggings once they're free and let them crumple in a heap on the carpet. I hook my fingers under the band of my panties, and while I want to try and pull this off sexily, I know I can't. I pull the underwear down and feel the starchy wetness of it all. Even the edges and ass are soaked. I've never so totally destroyed a pair of panties in my life. They're cold and it feels like a miracle when I take them off all the way.

The Stranger extends his hand and I give him the panties. He crumples them in his fist like a piece of paper and pockets them. "You don't want these back."

"Yes sir."

He eyes my body, before leaning over and touching my knees. His hands are warm. He glides his hand across my skin and squeezes my thighs between his fingers. I gasp.

"Don't move."

I nod and swallow hard. The vibrations feel like they're in my lower belly. The tension has turned to anxiety. Like cramps that have locked together. His warm fingers stroke the inside of my legs and I let out a whisper of a gasp and he brings his thumb and index finger together between me. He grasps the device and I feel it slide out of my body, one paralyzing inch at a time. Like a chain has been locked around my waist all day, the tension melts away.

I try to not look at the vibrator, it's covered in my juices. He admires it and stands up, still holding it daintily between his fingers. He brings it close to my face.

"Suck on it," he says. He doesn't say. He commands. The small amount of his eyes that I can see darken with a twinkle before he lifts the end of the vibrator and pushes it against my lips. I relax and relax my jaw a little to let it slide in past my teeth. I suck on it like a hard candy, until I can't taste anything but silicone. Salty. The texture... embarrassing.

I don't know why.

He's trembling as I finish polishing the vibrator off. Not just him though, but me. I've been dealing with this kind of horniness all day. It's only now turned back from agitation into what it was originally: the deep desire for him. A hunger.

He pulls the vibrator from my lips and a bit of saliva hangs from the tip of it to my lip. It breaks apart like a spider web and he sets the vibrator down on the nightstand. As I watch him set it down, I don't even notice his other hand fishing into his pants for the blindfold.

I turn to look at him and he brings the blackness to my eyes. I shut them reflexively and relax as he ties the knot behind my head. The folds of the unused portion of the blindfold drape over my shoulders and tickle my skin. Blind, now, I feel the pressure of his hand on my shoulder telling me to kneel.

I'm salivating, knowing what he wants from me. I know he'll pay me back in dividends. If he's in a kind mood. Tonight though, I can tell, he's exceptionally aroused. His cock brushes against my cheek and the faint smell of his musk reaches my nose. He's clean, but there's no denying that powerful aura. A drop of precum slides across my cheek as he rubs it against me. I flush and lift my hands to take his cock from him.

"Not yet," he says, pushing my hands away. "Too greedy." I smile and let him play his little game, each time he passes past my lips and lets me give him a little taste. Finally, he relents. "Take it."

I grasp his cock firmly in one hand. I don't know if it's harder than I normally hold him, but I'm honestly, kind of pissed at him for putting me through the hell of today. He grimaces a little with a grunt as I squeeze him, but I can tell by his tone he likes it. I've had him enough to know when he likes it. And when he hates it.

And you don't want him to hate it.

I slide his head past my lips and soak it with my saliva I've been saving since earlier. He gushes moans and rakes his fingers through my hair, nearly knocking the blindfold free. He takes big handfuls and starts thrusting into my mouth. I hold it open as wide as I can and can only make sure I don't nick him with my teeth. He keeps throbbing precum onto my tongue and the taste only makes me more wild. I push on his hips with my free hand to force him to stop, and before he can react, I prove to him I know what I'm doing.

A quick dip into my throat makes him frenzied. Like I've provoked a bear or tiger, he just can't control himself. I've never seen him so lustful, so aroused. He pushes me away from him and pops his cock out of my mouth. "Stand up," he commands. I rise to my feet and he pushes me onto the bed. The comforter is warm, his legs are warmer. His cock is hot. He slides into me with extreme ease. I'm still partially numb from the vibrator, but I can feel his lower belly slam my clit with every, grunting, pound. I drag my hands across the sheets trying to grasp for something to hold onto and I find his forearm. I slide my arm around his like a snake as he pounds me raw. I'm gushing not just on him but moans.

"Ah... ah," I bite my lip. "The neighbors..."

"Let them hear you. Don't hold yourself back for their sake. Who are they to you? Nobodies."

I scream as he groans. The texture of his voice carries me through my orgasm. Even with the blindfold, I try to imagine him. What he looks like. His eyes matching his face. A strong jaw, I'm sure. Powerful arms and legs. But all I can conjure up is James Pierce.

James Pierce fucking my brains out.

And I don't even care. My brain is lazy, my pussy is impatient. He groans heavily as he cums. My hands move from his forearms to his shoulders, hugging from underneath, and I dig my nails into his skin as I bite off another moan from the curdling heat inside my body. My stomach feels cramped, my legs sticky, and my mind aswirl. But I'm in heaven.

This is my heaven.

***

A
s I lay there, in uncomfortable bliss, I slip my blindfold down around my neck. I turn to look at the Stranger. He seems distant in a way. I mean, how distant can you be from someone you've never really been close to in the first place? His mask has always separated him from me. His eyes twitch behind the façade and I feel trapped by him.

He leans over me and grabs me by my shoulders. I lock up in surprise, and he lifts me upright and brushes some of my hair away from my face. He licks my cheek up to my forehead and drags his tongue back down before meeting my mouth. I'm stunned. He's kissing me.

That's not right. I don't push him away though. How can I? His lips nibble at mine and I give way, falling into his arms and feeling the mask's texture rub against my nose as I suck on his tongue. The kissing is loud and makes me flush more than the sex. A level of intimacy we haven't explored yet. And I don't think we should.

He breaks away from me and a long string of saliva breaks in the air like a spider web. I've only felt that jaw of his between my legs.

But never against my own chin. Never against my lips. His stubble was rough in just the right way. Rough in the way a man's ought to be.

We stare at each other, the silence puffy and hanging in the air. I can't break it first, I didn't break the rules. I scratch my arm and try to avert my eyes toward the door, toward the clock, toward anything but his. But he won't look away.

God dammit. Can't he read my mind or not?

He rises to his feet and clears his throat. He buckles his pants and composes himself before picking up his things and heading toward the door. Like last time, I'll be left, and have to make that trek down to the lobby and my car. Normally I'd be looking forward to that time alone to gather myself.

But The Stranger has fucked something up for real. He ruined it. Now... there's a cold feeling in my chest. It's like ice, growing and penetrating my lungs. Curling around my bones and making me breathe the moment in, making me lock it into place.

I watch him leave and barely feel the door shut against the threshold. I barely feel anything at all.

Shutting my eyes blocks it all. I inhale and exhale, making my anxiety melt, making it shrink, until I am ready.

I can make the Stranger go away, but not James. He keeps showing up in my mind's eye. He won't leave.

***

A
fter dressing, I gather my things up and make sure the room is acceptable. It always looks like a tornado torn through it, but today it has an eye of the storm feeling to it. A hesitation in the air, that millisecond of silence after a bomb has exploded. Before all the air comes rushing back to fill the void. And the ashes.

I parked in the hotel's garage. I take the elevator down and make my way toward my car. The garage is frozen with a layer of slush. Light powder covers the rails and has slipped into the entrance. My car is alone, with at least three stalls separating it from the others parked on this floor.

Someone stirs in the stark light and I twist to see who it is. Is it the Stranger? Waiting to apologize? I thread one of my keys between my fingers and ball it into a fist.

Heels click against the hard, cold concrete. Not the Stranger. A woman appears from behind a van parked on the other side of the garage. She's blonde, smug, and heading for me. She's holding something, but I can't tell what. It's clutched between her wrist and chest.

"Ms. Stone, I thought I saw you."

My heart dips as I recognize who it is. Stacie. What is she doing here? It's hours after work. The sun has set.

I keep my mouth shut. She continues walking toward me, all while a sly grin creeps across her face. I brace my weaponized fist and try to steady my arm. What is she doing?

"I was taking a walk around the city after work and thought I saw your car." She's a couple yards from me. Is it too late to get into my car and pretend I never saw her?

"I decided to check it out, but Ms. Stone wasn't checked into this hotel. Strange, I thought," she says as she comes to a stop several feet away from me. Just out of arms reach. I do my best to look indifferent, but I know my face is betraying me. I'm too tired.

"But then, I was confused. Because if it wasn't you, it was someone who looked awfully like you." She finally reveals what she's been hiding. A long lens SLR camera.

"What...?" I catch myself choking on my own words. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have time to find out either." I turn toward my car and try to make her leave.

She's adamant. She flicks the camera on and the colored screen comes to life. I don't need to lean in to see what they are. Pictures of the Stranger and me. I'm practically nude, sucking on his cock. The next couple photos are like a time lapse, then they jump and he's thrusting into me. My head is thrown back toward the window, and it's a clear shot.

"I don't know who that is," I say.

"Bullshit," Stacie says, dropping her act. "It's irrefutably you. You think this is as big as the photos get? I can blow these up to the size of a skyscraper and people could still make out the cum on your face."

I fume and my face burns from the frost and my anger. I want to make a grab for the camera, but I know she's not
that
that stupid.

"What do you want?"

"A raise. And you'll start talking me up to Michael..." she trails off like she's asking for candy, and not blackmailing me. She glares at me when I don't follow up. "Or I'll release these photos to the public, and I'm sure Michael won't like having pictures of one of his executives taking someone's dick."

"Who cares," I offer. "No one can tell who the guy is anyway."

"That's the point," Stacie says, her voice growing dark. "It can be anybody. It doesn't matter who it is. I could tell people it's anyone I want."

I shake my head, unbelievable. I want to snap the camera from her stupid hands and smash it on the ground. I want to grab her by the hair and slam her face into my car. Maybe I could even tear a chunk of her god damn hair out.