Enchanted

Chapter One


While sitting on the couch outside on her balcony Violet was reading a book, when she heard a noise below her. It sounded like bins being knocked over, followed by raised voices. Looking through the balcony bars she saw a man, up ahead being chased by two other men, one short and one built like a bouncer. The running man’s coat whipped about him like a cloak caught in the wind. He suddenly stumbled, over his own feet in his bid to get away from the two men. Watching she saw the shorter guy catch up and lunge with a knife, cutting the man’s leg, causing him to fall to the ground. The man’s partner the bouncer looking guy grabbed him up off the floor and held the man so he couldn’t use his arms. The guy holding the knife moved closer.

“Shit” violet said in a breath then she was standing, she lent over the banister and whistled, both men looked up; the man welding the knife caught her eye.

Drop the knife, she thought, suddenly the shorter man dropped the knife. She caught the other mans eyes.

Let him go, she thought, the bigger guy let the man go, causing the man to fall at there feet and hit his head.

That wasn’t thought out well, she thought, and then looked at the men, who seconds later ran out of the ally. So much for a quiet night, she thought going inside her flat, grabbing the jacket off the hook and running down stairs to go outside.

******


It was like a scene out of a horror movie. He wasn’t moving but she could hear his low breath in the quiet night. Bending over his body, she rolled him over so he was lying on his back. The light from her flat above let her see the damage the two men had done. His chest was slashed, his clothes torn and bloody, and a cut on his head from where it hit the ground. She shivered from the cold wind and decided to get him inside. First she tried to wake him, to make moving him less difficult, if she could get in his mind and control him. The guy was tall, muscular, and when she tried to move him, to jolt him awake, it was like pushing a heavy boulder. While she was leaning over him, he nuzzled her neck and mumbled something that sounded like, “My mate.” Pulling back she saw his eyes were open. He looked right at her like he could see into her soul, and see all her secrets. His eyes seemed to shine like a light was reflecting in them, but the ally was dark, apart from her apartment light above.

I need to move you, trust me, she thought, but nothing happened, he just kept looking at her, that’s never happened, she thought.

“I need you to move, trust me,” she said her voice sounding soft and smoky.

The man nodded and when she tried to help him up he got up mechanically like he wasn’t in control. How they always did.

“I promised I would never do this, ever but hey what’s one more time tonight,” she said closing here eyes, opening them she looked him in the eyes again.



“Follow me,” she said in a ghost like voice again, and the man followed. She opened the door to her flat, and told him to go up the stairs and then turn left. She followed him up to ensure he listened. Her door was open from quickly leaving to rescue him. She told him to go inside and turn right, and then sit on the bath tub.

She closed the front door, then ran into the kitchen for antiseptic, scissors and bandages and went to him. He was sitting, staring into space, almost like he was possessed, ‘they always look like that’, she thought to herself.

Putting the plug in the sink she ran the water, and ripped up towels to clean him with.

Using the scissors, she cut his clothes off all while continuing telling him he was safe. In no time at all he was naked apart from boxers. Trying to keep her mind on what she was doing, she cleaned his wounds, looking at his wounds, and bandaging him as she went. The cuts in his chest had seemed deeper than they were; now they looked less deep but they still bled. ‘Bad lighting that’s all it was,’ she thought. But instead of knife cuts they looked like some animal had slashed him, not a knife. And the cut above his eye had closed up, and there was no mark, just dried blood, ‘like it was never there,’ she thought. Placing a bandage on the wound and taping it up she went to check his cut leg. After she cleared away the dried blood there was nothing, no mark, his skin was clear, smooth and unmarked.

“But I saw him cut you,” she said out loud. She ran her hand down his leg where the wound should have been, she felt a spark, but before she could pull her hand back a hand shot out and captured her wrist.


Looking up she saw he was no longer in her control, and glancing between his legs she realised something else was controlling him. Suddenly she was pinned to the bathroom floor, he was on top of her, she fought against him but he was to strong.

“Get off me,” she shouted, pushing at his chest but he was stronger, and “grrrrr,” ‘What is that? Growling?’

Looking up she was trapped by his eyes again, but this time his eyes were glowing yellow. Then he was kissing her, coxing her to open her mouth, and Hades forgive her she did. He slid his tongue inside, and rubbed himself against her body, muttering “mate,” and “mine,” then grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He kept them there with one hand while the other snaked down her arm, down her ribs, sliding over her stomach. She thought and hoped he would touch her then, but instead he grabbed the fabric and ripped it open exposing her body to his eyes. She was so shocked and turned on she couldn’t move or object, and then his mouth was sucking a nipple inside his mouth. She arched into it, what was happening to her, she was always in control, and she never lost control like this. He loosened his grip on her hands, but she kept them there not wanting to move, but when she felt his hand slid down the back of her jeans, she became in control again. Grabbing his head, and pulling on his hair, she pulled his mouth away from her breast and forced him to look at her.

“Stop, you must stop, stop,” she said breathlessly, and he did, the far away look was back, and she told him to stand, he did so.

Sitting up she felt dizzy, then her nose started running, grabbing a towel from the rack she placed it against her nose. When she pulled it away it was to find her nose was bleeding. That had taken too much out of her. Afraid to touch him again, she directed him to her bed and told him to lie down. He walked out of the bathroom, and lay on her bed. Still holding the towel to her face, she got up and walked over to her bed, bending down to whisper in his ear she told him, “sleep.” His eyes closed and it was all she could do but collapse beside him, she was drained, as she walked to the couch and sat down, the living room was spinning and she passed out.




*****


The next time Christian opened his eyes he was looking at a lavender ceiling, not his drab wooden ceiling. Blinking away the night, he sat up and looked around, putting his hand to his head, when the room started to spin.

What the hell happened last night, he thought, grimacing, now fully awake, and he felt like a truck had hit him. Looking around, he took everything in, the window seat and the book sitting by it. He could not see anyone in the room, but someone was in the room, with him. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he felt a twinge of pain; he grabbed his waist, breathing out with the pain. He fingered the bandage, and again wondered what happened the previous night.

The last thing he recalled was being chased by the two goons, them capturing him, and the smaller one about to stab him, in the heart. Then they dropped him…no wait someone had whistled. The smaller guy looked up then dropped the knife, then he too was dropped and had hit his head. Touching the spot at his head, which was now sealed up, he stood up. Pealing off the tape, he started removing the bandages; he threw it on the bed side table. Looking at his chest he could still faintly see where that Lupine had nearly gutted him. Grimacing, he went in search for his clothes, finding them in shreds he walked into the next room, and lying on the couch was an enchanting woman. She had silver hair, pale skin, she looked ethereal, and he would have thought her a Fae if not for the jeans and top, Fae tend to wear light materials even when in human form. She was lying face down on a towel, which smelt like it was covered in blood, stepping back, he looked around and considered his options.

As far as he could tell he had two options; stay and ask if she had spare clothes or walk home naked, he was too drained to run. When he runs he’s to fast for the human eye, but the injuries of last night had drained him. Taking one look at the woman, he turned away and looked for option three, money for a taxi. Which would only work if he knew where he was, he realised. Sitting down in the opposite couch in defeat, he realised there was nothing for it, he would have to wake the woman up and hope she could help.

As Violet was dreaming of a man with yellow eyes, she felt something nudge her. Swatting it away with the back of her hand, she connected with something warm and hard. Opening one eye to see what it was, she saw an extremely defined chest, which had hair running from the breast bone, to beneath his boxers. Pulling her hand back, she looked up into the eyes she had just been dreaming of, but they instead of yellow they were brown, like warm dark chocolate. His hair was more messed like he had been running his hand through it, and looking back at his chest; he had very faint red marks on his chest from last nights wounds.

Jumping up from the couch, she felt a bit woozy, when he went to grab her elbow to steady her she shook off his touch and started walking back.

“Don’t touch me, stay away,” she said, hands in front of her.

“I’m not going to harm you,” he said holding his hands out, like her.

“You’re not human, are you?” she asked still retreating.

“Now that’s not nice,” he said laughing, “Okay them if I’m not human, what am I?” he said still walking towards her.

“To hell if I know, but no human, self heals, has yellow eyes or…” can resist my power she thought but didn’t say.

“Is that right? Have you never heard of contacts or people healing faster than others?” He asked, now standing in front of her, looking down at her like it was all simply explained away.

“No, you’re not human. I feel it now, you are dangerous. Just get out of here!” She said looking him in the eye, trying one last time.

“Sorry sweetheart, but its not going to work, but I will go, when you tell me where I am, and if you have spare clothes, as you know mine aren’t useable anymore”. He said nodding towards the bathroom, then down at his body. Which her eyes followed, she had the urge to stroke the red lines on his skin, still amazed that he had been bleeding from there.

“You keep looking at me like that you can’t blame me for what might happen,” he said his eyes seeming to darken.

“And what would happen,” she whispered looking back up at him, he seamed more close now.

“I would pin you against that wall, and taste your skin,” he said dipping his head and smelling her.

Pulling back he looked at her, “What are you?” He asked now circling her like a wild animal.

“What do you mean?” She asked now afraid to move, encase he attacked her.

“You smell different,” he finished circling her, and was leaning into her, causing her to step back till she hit the wall behind her.

“Different how?” she asked retreating further back, now scared he would discover her secret.

“Your more than human, your scent is stronger, like…cinnamon.”

“I smell like cinnamon? Ha, it’s the incense you’re picking up not me,” she said hoping he would believe the lie.

“No, that covered your smell, but when I’m close I can smell you,” he nuzzled her neck again. “Mmm, hot and spicy,” he said licking the side of her neck, then nibbling his way down to her shoulder. The action making her shudder, he pushed the material of her ruined shirt aside, kissing her neck, making her shudder again. He didn’t press her with his body, just his mouth touched her. I will push him away, she thought, before she heard the door, which brought her back to reality.

“Violet open up,” said a voice from the other side of the door.

“I’m coming,” Violet shouted towards the door.

“Not yet, but you will, Ill make you…”

“Vi, open the door,” came the voice cutting off the man.

“Violet, such beautiful name for a beautiful lady, then he kissed her,” then in the blink of an eye was across the room and out her window. Violet ran to the window and saw him land in the alleyway where she has found him the previous night. He looked up winked, and then was gone.

Walking dazed to the door she pulled it open to let in her sister.

“What took you so long? Are you okay?” her sister asked looking at Violets face, which was paler than usual.

Kissed by a ghost

Kissed by a ghost

Something pinned her to the wall, she felt a hand it touched her shoulder, it slid up her neck then back down to her shoulder. It pulled the strap of her top down. She felt another hand lifting the hem of her skirt up her thigh. A body pressed her against the wall, while some unseen force started to kiss her neck. She could feel the softness of lips; she then felt a tongue licking her shoulder, where the strap had been pulled down. She felt stubble, so it was male, whatever it was. She wasn’t sure if she wasn’t running because of fear, being pinned to the wall, by something she couldn’t see, or if it was because she was so turned on, that if whatever was pinning her to the wall moved, she would melt into a puddle at its feet.

“Don’t be afraid,” it said, it had a gravely voice, like it hadn’t used its voice in a while, and then it kissed her. Closing her eyes, she could believe it was a real flesh and blood man kissing her, but the reality was, it was a ghost.

Stolen

Paige was in the kitchen trying desperately not to think of Nick.

It’s illegal for a guy to look like that and be single! It’s Eve temping Adam…or is it a blessing in disguise...No! Don’t go there remember no men they are the problem not the solution. Just dry the dishes and think of something else, she ordered herself.

*******

Frustrated with her-self she went to dry a wine glass and-bang-it all came back. The way his fingers stroked the wine glass, how he licked the sauce off his lips and how good his butt looked in those jeans when he helped her clear the table.

“Breathe just breathe.”

Hearing a noise behind her, she turned and there he was, Mr. Greek God himself. Quickly she turned back to drying, muttering something about how he shouldn’t be in there.

Instead of answering he stepped closer, the shock the shock causing her to drop the glass in the sink. Without thinking she reached in, cutting herself on the shards of glass.

“Ouch!” Cursing, she pulled her hand back.

She didn’t notice that Nick had moved until he was in front of her. Taking her hand and looking into her eyes, he brought her cut finger to his lips and kissed the tip. Paige licked her suddenly dry lips. Looking up at his mouth, she started to wonder how it would feel to kiss him. Suddenly she didn’t need to wonder -- his mouth was on hers.

*******

Nick knew he should have stayed out of the kitchen, but he felt drawn to this "Lucy" and he had been told to keep an eye on her. She didn’t look exactly like her picture -- she had short, brown, shoulder length hair instead of long blonde hair -- but it was definitely Paige Madison, the secretary who stole £500,000 from her ex-boss then took of never to be seen, until now.

When he stepped into the kitchen, he had intended to arrest her. But when she cried out and he went to her, he didn’t think about repercussions till it was too late. Her blood tasted sweet on his tongue and before he could think of his actions, his mouth was crashing down on hers.

The kiss wasn’t chaste; it was wild, primal. Biting her lip to make her open her mouth, he thrust his tongue inside. He felt her hands on his back and when she moved them to his chest, he grabbed her ass to pull her against him, and knew she could feel his erection.

“Oh Nick.” He tried to stop when she gasped his name, but then she unzipped him and grabbed his dick.

That was all he could take. Lifting her up and wrapping her legs around him, he turned and placed her on the kitchen table.

One hand trailed up her stomach to her ribs, feeling her tremble. Then he was touching her like he had wanted to do since he had first seen her. He palmed her breasts through her shirt. Impatient, he wanted to see all of her; he grabbed her shirt and with both hands dragged it over her head.

“You're beautiful,” he said, gazing at her body. With one hand on her hip he unclipped her bra, letting it fall so he could see more.

“Exquisite.”

He sucked at her breasts each in turn while strumming his fingers down her back, making her purr.

“Nick, please, I want to see you,” she moaned and started unbuttoning his shirt.

As impatient as he had been, she ripped his shirt the rest of the way off and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Fuck me, now.” Needing no more encouragement, Nick stood up, and stripped his jeans and boxers off. Paige got off the table and turned away from him, then bent over. After lifting her skirt up, Nick grabbed her thong and pulled it down. Touching her outer lips before thrusting a finger in, he found her wet and hot.

“You’re so wet. Do you know how turned on it makes me, knowing I could just thrust into you now and your body will take me?” He asked, adding another finger. She tightened around his fingers; she was so close. He added another and, she screamed in pleasure. Then, taking his fingers out he slid into her.

Her whole body shuddered, and she clung to the table edges. He started to move, filling her to the hilt, slow at first and then pounding into her so fast, her breast were quashed against the table giving her more sensations. Feeling like she was going to burst, she suddenly fell over the edge again and again. Her whole body shook with her release, then with a guttural cry behind her Nick found his own climax.

*******

When they came back to earth they were both panting. Nick, realizing what he had just done, pulled out of her and started looking for his clothes, or what was left of them.

He had just had sex with a suspect, a suspect who he was supposed to take into custody and back to face her ex-boss, to either give the money she stole back or go to jail, if the boss pressed charges. He needed to get dressed fast.



Paige, still pinned to the table, started to stand up. She realized this was the awkward part of sex with a stranger. Well, she knew his name but people could lie about their name. After all, I am, she thought.

“You need to come with me.” She looked behind her. Nick was holding out her bra and top. Quickly she grabbed them and turned her back to him while she put her clothes back on. When she turned back around, she saw Nick was dressed as well. Unfortunately his shirt was ruined. Did I do that? She wondered, smiling to herself. Nick was gorgeous -- model hot -- and she just had sex with him. Wow, what a difference a name made as Paige she never would have done that, but as Lucy she didn’t give it a second thought. She realized he had said something, and made herself focus on the words he had just said.

I need to go with him? She thought in panic.

Shit he’s found me!

*******

Blind Date

Blind Date



Chapter 1



It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and Paige was wearing a bath robe in the middle of a very expensive hotel room that had a view of the city.

She wasn't even a guest at the hotel. The room belonged to the naked man lying face down in the king-sized bed, half covered in the satin sheets. The guy who knew more sex positions than any man she had ever met not to mention stamina.

The guy she had just screwed.

It might have sounded coarse, but it couldn't be classed as 'making love.' It was rough and hard and new, a smile played over her lips as she recalled the previous night.

Paige wrote the problem pages for the local newspaper, when not writing; she was helping out her friend Malinda, who owned an Art gallery where Paige displayed some of her own paintings. That was how she came to meet the guy lying on the bed. She was supposed to distract him so that Melinda could set up the gallery without him hovering and criticising.

Last night...

Paige stood outside the local cinema, waiting drumming her fingers on her bag showing her irritation, He was late, whoever he was. She hated it when men were late. Girls have excuses men don't, she thought, and she didn't even have his phone number to find out where he was. She hadn't met him, and Melinda had described him only in vague terms: nicely built, blue eyes, blond hair.

Paige had wore a tight black, knee-length dress that showed all her curves and made her breasts and her butt look fantastic. Might as well dress to impress, she thought.

She looked at her watch. "Half nine," She mumbled to herself, this guy was pissing her off and she hadn't even meet him yet!

Looking up, she saw a guy making his way through the crowed towards her. He was gorgeous in jeans and a white t-shirt that showed off his muscles. Her legs went weak beneath her and she just wanted to say, "To hell with the movie; let's grab a cab and go to my flat and have lots of sex."

She would never have the courage to be so bold, and he apparently wanted to see this movie, so she said hello, and grabbed his hand. That simple touch made her go tingly in her nether regions.

She handed the tickets to the kid at the desk and then went in search of seats. It might have been very high school, but they both rushed to the last row of the cinema and took seats on the aisle.

When they sat down, she just looked at him and thought about stripping him naked, pouring chocolate on him, licking it off and then ridding him till the sun came up.

The movie started so she stared at the screen at all the trailers rolling. She felt his arm go around her shoulders, and she when turned to look at him his mouth came crashing down on hers.

He pulled back and looking in her eyes said, "Where did you come from?" Then bent down to reclaim her mouth and slid his hand from the nape of her neck and trailed to the front till his hands touched her breasts, rubbing and twisting her nipples through her dress. Paige felt herself go wild and wet between her legs.

After a while she started her own exploration. Her hand travelled along his thigh until she found the bulge in his trousers. It suggested he was well-endowed.

While his hand was pleasuring her breasts, he slid the other under her dress and in between her legs and at last reaching her soaking wet cunt.

"Oh my God." Paige said panting. It felt so good she bit her lip to stop a scream of bliss escaping.

She knew she should stop him; after all, they were in public. But it felt exciting, it felt good; why mess with something this good? It felt deliciously naughty.

In high school she never would have done this, God, it was good to be bad, to feel him touching her in the dark so that she had to bite her bottom lip to stop screaming out and tasting blood.

Suddenly she felt very selfish after her first orgasm; she unzipped him, but slowly, to torment him just a little.

He seemed relieved when his dick was finally free, not to mention grateful. She held him in her hand, marvelling at his size, and started rubbing his shaft very slowly, from his balls to tip then back down.

She stroked the tip and spread the bead of pre-cum around the head. He shuddered in her hand. He was already close to climax, and he started moving his hand faster, her adding another finger to show gratitude.

She was on the tip of a climax when it happened.

A light hit them in the face as he came; her eyes were still shut with her own climax that still hadn't subsided and her hand moist from her date exploding on her hand.

Paige opened her eyes to find a forty-to fifty-year-old women shining a torch at them. With a look of disgust she switched it off and quietly asked them to leave. If her brain had been working, Paige would have been embarrassed, but she couldn't help but laugh on the inside about it.

She stood, grabbed her date and they ran laughing outside where he hailed a taxi. Before she knew it, she was at his hotel room, pushed against the door. He tried to open the door, while kissing her hungrily, and after the third attempt they fell inside.

He trapped her between the door and his body once the door was closed, and started pulling her dress up over her head. Once that was gone, he removed her bra, "You've got the body young boys dream about" he said stepping back to look at her. Resisting the temptation to cover herself she asked, "Where you one of those boys? She said smiling up at him. "Oh yeah" He said scooping her up and carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed while he undressed.

He came to lie next to her, captured her lips with his, and then his fingers were in her again and she was climaxing, her pelvis pushing up against his hand. But she didn't want his fingers she wanted him.

"What do you want?" he growled in her ear, when she grabbed his hand he repeated the question and waited. Looking him in the eye she said, "I want to feel you inside me NOW!"

With a grin he leaned down bit her shoulder then reached over opened the drawer and found a condom quickly slid it on. Then he was in her. Oh, God, she thought helplessly. He felt fantastic and big; he filled her to the hilt and hit all the right spots. "Oh, God...Oh, god...harder. Fuck me... harder."

He took her at her word and started pummelling her fast and hard. It felt so amazing. She climaxed again but he didn't stop and she could feel another one building. Multiple orgasms, she thought.

"Fuck me!" She screamed.

He collapsed on her chest then he rolled off her onto his back she moved over him to straddle him.

She started moving her hips like she'd seen in the movies, riding him like she had wanted to do since first seeing him. He felt so good; she wondered if he was enjoying it when he shouted "Ride me...yeah, that feels amazing, just like that." He grabbed her hips and then her ass as she moved. Finally they both came again and after a while they both passed out from exhaustion.

Morning

That was how she had come to be in a hotel room wondering what his name was; she was never good at names. She decided that instead of standing around in a borrowed rob, she could at least tidy up. She found her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She hurried into the shower, wanting to be gone before he woke. She stepped under the shower and felt her body relax. No wonder the best way to lose weight was through sex, she thought with a smile, remembering last night.

She was put some of the complementary shampoo/conditioner on and rinsing it out she felt a chill behind her. Suddenly a hand came around her waist. When she turned around there stood the half-naked man, but he wasn't half naked anymore he was wearing nothing but his birthday suit and looking strangely at her.

She looked him right in the eye wondering how to act, nervously she said. "I'll be finished in just a minute if you...

Before she could finish his mouth came crashing down on hers again, just like last night and suddenly he had her backed against the shower wall and his fingers inside her. God, he's good with his hands. Paige thought. "Ohh...ohh...don't stop"

"I wasn't going to," He said laughing twisting his hand then she came again and again, he reached out and grabbed a condom from the counter, lifted her up and impaled her on his length.

She wrapped her legs around him as he pummelled her against the cold tiles; she clawed into him and screamed with wild abandon as he thrust into her. "God, you feel so...AMAZING."

He roared he came, and they stood with the water pounding on them he slid out of her then un-wrapped her legs from him. He shut off the water and grabbed a towel. Paige was content to let him dry her off. "I don't know where you came from or who you are but I am not complaining" he said then he wrapped her in the towel and carried her back to the bed.

He asked if she wanted breakfast, easy to answer wrong especially since she didn't know if he was just saying it to be nice or if he actually wanted her to stay. Still wrapped in the towel she felt like all her layers had been stripped she was nervous, she had never indulged in a one night stand.

"What do you want from me?" she asked suddenly.

He took what seemed like ages before answering then grabbed her chin, tilting it to look her straight in the eye and said, "I want you to stay. Order some breakfast, then have lots wild and uninhabited sex, I want to learn your body inside and out, and I know you want to learn mine."

She was shocked. Was she crap in bed and he wanted to teach her? Can men fake it? Lots of things ran through her head and, he must have noticed because he said quickly, "You're pretty transparent, did you know that?"

She looked up and smiled shyly. He laughed and kissed her again, but this time it was gentle he explored her. It was different, it was nice... Suddenly alarm bells went off in her head and she jumped up. She babbled an explanation about needing to go home and feed her cat, dressed quickly and ran out the door and out into a taxi. When she was safe inside her room she collapsed against the door.

"What was that?"

Paige was just like any other woman and like every other women she likes sex no scratch that loves it. The feeling of a body on top, underneath, the want, the need in the eyes that screams NOW!

The ecstasy, the high when you reach that place where the world vanishes, you see stars and you scream like a Banshee. The word 'relationship' doesn't exist in her vocabulary, which was why she had to leave she was in risk of falling for him. For this man whose name she hadn't even remembered.

Her answering machine was blinking, so she dragged herself up to play her messages but the phone rang.

"Hello," she answered tonelessly.

"Repeat that, please," Paige asked her friend down the phone.

"I said; James came to my office saying you stood him up. I had to work with him hovering over me all night. You know I can't concentrate when he does that".

While Melinda ranted about James, Paige was trying to breathe and make sense of it.

"If that wasn't James last night... then who was it?"




Chapter 2

Anthony was pacing his new office and was thinking about that mysterious blonde. She had been on his mind non-stop since she had taken his hand two weeks ago. He knew she was passionate, sexy, shy and fantastic in bed and out. But he didn't know her name. Who was she?

"I should be thinking about the meeting, not some blonde- haired sex Goddesses... Aphrodite. That fits," he said, smiling to himself as he headed out the door.

Paige was late for the staff meeting and tapped her foot in the elevator impatiently. First meeting with the new boss and I'm late, great, she thought.

"The meeting has started," Emma, her assistant, told her, as she walked into the staff room.

Paige stopped suddenly. Standing in front of the boardroom table was her mystery lover. Feeling like she had been hit over the head, she just stared dazed till her assistant whispered to her again. "He's gorgeous isn't he," Emma whispered behind her. "No-one expected the new boss to look like him. Sue from Advertising nearly fainted and..."

Page didn't hear the rest. New boss? This was the new boss?

Of course it's a shock. They all expected a middle-aged, balding man and instead they got a sex God, Paige thought. My Sex God. My new boss.

Anthony felt eyes on him and when he looked towards the door he thought he was dreaming. In front of him was his Aphrodite, although instead of a sexy dress she wore a long skirt and lose fitting blouse.

Could fate be this kind? He wondered.

He could still visualize her face from that night, how she looked during, after and before cumming. He remembered the body that was underneath those clothes. Her firm breasts with pebbled nipples, her smooth pale skin and the longest legs he had ever seen.

He thought they had been ships passing in the night, never to meet again. Now here she was in his board room. Coincidence? Anthony didn't believe in coincidences; he believed in destiny and destiny meant for her to be his again.

"Shall we get on with the meeting Miss...?" he asked.

I had sex with this man and he doesn't know my name! Paige thought, disgusted with herself.

"Paige," She said in a squeaky voice, then repeated it in her normal voice.

"Well, Paige, would you like to take a seat?" he asked, liking the way her name sounded on his tongue.

His sparkling eyes told her he knew it was the very last thing she wanted. She wanted to run like she had before to escape the effect he had on her, but she was at work. She couldn't run.

Anthony began the meeting by introducing himself to the staff. He went around the table asking what department they worked in and if anything could improve their working situations. He finally came to Paige. "And Paige, what is it you do?"

"Erm...I write the problem pages," she said looking down.

"And what do you need?" he asked looking at her intently.

Blushing at his question she just shook her head. "I don't need anything," she said quietly. He went on to the next member of staff until he had talked to everyone.

After the meeting was over Paige was the first to get up, but before she could leave Anthony called to her to come to his office.

Why? was her first thought, feeling like she couldn't breathe. She was scared and worried about what he would say. Would he talk of that night, tell her to forget about it? She knew if she refused it would look bad, so taking a deep breath she followed him out of the staff room and into his office.

As soon as Paige stepped into his office he pinned her to the door. She felt the length of him against her body as he kissed her, nipping at her lips and trailed kisses down to her throat. His hands started to unbutton her blouse and everything she tried to forget about him and that night started running through her mind like remembering a dream.

How he had touched her, how he had tasted in her mouth, and how he had made her cum like no one else ever had.

Then he was teasing her through her bra and she was trying not to scream. His hand went under her skirt. He sealed his mouth over hers to stop her crying out while his hand traveled higher until he was touching her through her underwear and rubbing her clit. With one move he ripped her underwear off and then slammed two fingers in her. She immediately came.

After she came back to earth her brain kicked in. This is my boss. With that thought and as much strength she possessed, she pushed him off her.

She went to lean against his desk to take time to think. Before she could get her thoughts together he was there in front of her. He lifted her up onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere, and started kissing her again. He unhooked her bra with one hand while the other was between her thighs. Paige wrapped her legs around him and started clawing at his back, all thought gone. She just wanted to feel him skin to skin.

She pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing his chest and unbuttoning his trousers. Paige unwrapped her legs from his waist, and then pulled his trousers down. He kicked them off. Pulling her to the edge of the table and lifting her skirt up, he let the tip slide in, then drew back and plunged into her to the hilt. He grabbed her hips to keep her still. Paige wrapped her legs around him again and lay back on the table. Anthony moved one hand to rub her clitoris while teasing her nipples with the other. The sensations were overwhelming. Paige bit her lip until she tasted blood. But still he held her back

"Anthony, please..." she whispered to him. He grabbed her hips again, thrusting hard and fast until she was cumming. He kissed her, swallowing her cries. Then he was climaxing with her, and collapsed on top of her. Both of them were breathless, not saying a word or moving.

Paige was the first to move, pushing his shoulders to make him get up. She slid off the desk, smoothing her skirt and looking for her bra and blouse.

"I'll... I'll be working from home today, I have to go." Without a look back she dressed and rushed out. She went to her desk, picked up the new letters and headed home.

"Damn it," Anthony cursed. He knew he shouldn't have done that but couldn't regret it. It was amazing. She's amazing, he thought. The way her hips swayed when she walked into his office made him want her more than he had that first night. I need to see her again, he thought

He dressed and started to leave the office, then stopped. I don't know where she lives, damn it, he thought.

"Can I help you?" A woman asked. She was in her 40s and had gold eyes and brunette hair. Paige's assistant, he recalled.

"I need to talk to Paige; can you tell me where she lives? It's important," he said, giving her a gorgeous smile.

"Oh, well, I'm sure that would be okay," she replied, flustered.

Still got it, Anthony thought.

As soon as Paige got into her flat, she stripped her clothes off and jumped in the shower. As the water beat down on her she wondered how she could have let herself have sex with him again. Well, at least I know his name this time, she thought to herself. As she shut off the water she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed a towel and went to answer.

When she opened it she couldn't believe it. Anthony was at her door. At her flat. On her door step.

"Do you always answer the door like that?" he asked angrily.

Stunned, Paige didn't know how to answer. Before she could say anything he walked past her into the flat. She managed to remember to close the door before turning around.

"So?" he said when she turned.

"So what?" Paige asked, forgetting the question.

"So, do you always open the door only wearing a towel?" he asked, exasperated.

"Is that how you say hello?" Paige asked. She was getting angry as well. Who was he to walk into her flat and criticize her?

"Touché, and no, I don't." He crossed his arms looking at her expectantly.

"Well, neither do I. Answer the door in a towel I mean. Not always, anyway," she said as she walked into the living room. She had to stop looking at him if she wanted to organize her thoughts.

"So that means you do sometimes? I have to tell you, that doesn't make me any happier," he said.

"Why should you care what I wear to open the door?" she asked angrily. She wondered where this argument was going.

"I...I'm you're..." He stumbled as he realized he had no claim on her. They weren't even dating; he'd just had amazing sex with her twice.

"Can I get dressed?" she snapped. "I'd feel more comfortable in clothes." She stalked into her bedroom.

When she came out in baggy jeans, and a long sleeved top, he was sitting on her couch. "Anthony," she said. He looked up and there was no need for words. He stood up, grabbed her and kissed her. It was soft; it felt perfect and right. Paige pushed at his shoulders.

"We need to talk," she said. She took his hand and sat, pulling him down next to her.

"I'm not going to say sorry," he said. "You wanted me as much as I wanted you." he continued, grabbing her chin so she looked into his eyes.

"I wasn't going to say that," she answered quietly. "I was just going to say it can't happen again. You're my boss. It's wrong."

"Does this feel wrong?" he asked, running his thumb on the underside of her breasts.

"I didn't mean that," she said, pushing his hand away. "I meant professionally. I don't sleep around, and I'm sorry you got the idea I do, but I've never done anything like that night. I don't know what came over me," she said as she remembered him cumming over her hand in the cinema.

"For the record, I've never done anything like that either," he said, angry at the way she was portraying him. She was making it sound like he does sleep around or at least picked up women frequently. "I had a beautiful women look at me like she wanted to eat me, grab my hand and take me into the cinema. The rest you know. What am I supposed to think? Then you answer the door in a towel, so if I've got the wrong idea you put it there." He glared at her.

"It was a blind date," Paige said.

"What?" Anthony asked, confused.

"I was supposed to meet a guy at the cinema, it was a blind date. I got a description of what he looked like, and you matched. I thought he was you."

"So, if I hadn't come along, you would have had you hand down someone else's..." Anthony trailed off.

"No!" Paige's eyes flashed. "That was... I don't know. I just, I can't explain it. I thought you were my date. What was your excuse for having your hand down...?" She let it hang and looked at him expectantly.

"Okay, you're right, I shouldn't have. It was just... the looks you were giving me... I'm only male, damn it!" he said, running his hand through his hair. "So yeah, I kissed you. But you kissed me back," he pointed out.

"Because I wanted to," she said, exasperated. How had something so relatively simple become so complicated?

Chapter 3

Paige was sitting at her desk, trying to read one of the countless letters she had to get through before next week's issue, when June put her head and asked her to collect a fax and drop it off at Anthony's desk. Anthony, the exact man who's causing my loss of focus, Paige thought.

"Why can't you do it?" Paige blurted, putting the letter in the in tray and starting to pack up. She hoped June hadn't noticed her shaking hands.

"I've just had a call from the school. Emma's not well, I have to go get her. The woman on the phone said the fax will be sent in half an hour. I know you're finished, but..." June looked at her hopefully.

"Say no more, go get Emma. She's ten now, right?" Paige asked.

"Yes, ten," replied June with pride. "Before I know it she will be in high school. Well, best go. Thanks, Paige.

"Yeah...it's strange how time flies, isn't it?" Paige said to herself, thinking how much time had gone since Anthony was in her flat., Only two weeks, she thought, but it feels like months since I last saw him.

After she admitted she had slept with him because she wanted to, she had asked him to leave, and told him nothing could happen. Since then he had been nothing but professional, but sometimes she felt his eyes on her.

He'd been out of the office all this week, but was back today. She hadn't seen him yet, she had been avoiding him since she had had a dream about him. She had dreamed they were back in the hotel. She hadn't left this time; instead, he pulled her into his body then turned so he had her pinned to the bed and in a smoky voice asked,

"Do you want me?"

She woke up breathing heavily, her clothes damp, her nipples erect and feeling wet between her legs.

Paige's thoughts were interrupted by the fax machine. Glancing at the clock on the wall she was stunned to realize how long she'd been day dreaming. She grabbed her bag and jacket and went to collect the fax, then hurried to Anthony's office.

Paige took a few deep breaths as she stood outside the door. Get in, get out, she thought. Paige knocked and waited.

"Anthony?" she called through the door, he's not in, she thought relieved. Checking the door and finding it unlocked, she walked in. Relieved at finding it empty, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the desk.

As she moved to place the fax on his in-tray, she heard the door close behind her. Without turning she knew who it was.

"Have you decided you want more than a working relationship?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

He knew what Paige was doing there -- the fax and wishful thinking weren't going to change that. June had seen him before she left and had let him know abut the fax.

He had been waiting for the kettle to boil when he started wondering what Paige would be wearing. Something that showed her legs off, most likely, he thought. But tight jeans or baggy, he didn't care. He put down his coffee. Why should he care? She obviously didn't want to see him; he had been here all morning and he knew she'd avoided him. Leaving his coffee, he went to his office hoping to catch her. He didn't know why, or what he would say, but he needed to see her.

She looked amazing, he thought. She wore a red summer dress that hung just past her knees, and heels that made her legs look long and slender. I had those wrapped around me, I had her between my...

"June had to leave," she said, breaking into his thoughts. "She was waiting for a fax when the school called, I was just dropping it off." She said. She was facing the desk and away from him.

Anthony could hear her voice was unsteady. Dare I...? he thought.

"And now...?" he asked, moving towards her.

"Now..." Paige repeated, then gasped when he trapped her between the desk and his body, his arms on either side of her.

"What are you going to do now?" He rubbed his cheek against hers.

She could feel the stubble on his jaw, then the smooth skin above, it made her feel... she closed her eyes and concentrated.

"I'm...going home," she said with little conviction.

"Are you?" He kissed her neck, feeling her shiver. He trailed kisses to her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down with his teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, grazing her shoulder with his teeth, praying that she didn't.

"No," she said breathlessly she dropped her head backwards.

He took the hint, kissing her neck. Lifting his hands off the desk, he trailed his hands up her hips. Keeping one hand on her hip, he let the other slide down her leg and caught the hem of her skirt, slowly drawing it up.

Paige gasped at the feel of his hand on her leg. "Wait," she said. She knew this was a bad idea but still wanted it.

"I can't, I've waited too long," he said, spinning her around and bringing his mouth crashing down on hers. "God, I want you," he said. He pulled back to look in her eyes, then quickly reclaimed her mouth.

"Do you want me?" he asked, trailing kisses on her jaw, "Do you?" He started to unzip her dress.

"Yes, Anthony. I need you, please," she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his kiss avidly.

Sliding one hand into Paige's hair, Anthony deepened the kiss, and finished unzipping the dress. When he had the dress half way down, he placed his palm on her back, feeling her shiver in response. He smiled. Her skin was like silk, soft and pale like a pearl; she was one of a kind.

He finished unzipping her dress, then peeled it down to trap her arms. He bent and took a nipple in his mouth.

"Anthony," Paige cried out. She was feeling so much, but the main thing was love; she loved this passionate man, and at that moment it didn't matter that he was her boss, she just wanted him.

Anthony moved to the other nipple as he finished undressing her. Paige started unbuttoning Anthony's shirt, but was shaking so much he had to help her. She ran her hand through his chest hair, smiled when she felt him shudder.

Anthony slid his hand up her side, over her ribs to the underside of her breasts. Taking one breast in his hand, he stroked over the nipple with his thumb, and then twisted gently.

Paige came instantly, digging her nails in his chest. She bit Anthony's shoulder to muffle her scream as she came.

"Did you like that?" he asked smiling down at her. He kissed the top of her head.

"You know I did," she said, trying to get her breath back.

"Kitten," he said quietly.

"Hmm," she said, looking up.

"Retract the claws," he said. She looked down and he laughed at her nails still clinging into his chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. Embarrassed, she yanked her hands back.

"I'm not," he said. He tipped her chin up to look her in the eyes.

"What was that?" she asked suddenly.

"What?" he asked. Then he heard a door bang shut.

He looked at his watch. "The cleaners, they will be coming in here soon. Come home with me," Anthony said, looking back at her.

Paige nodded, got dressed, grabbed her jacket and his as he dressed. They left the office and headed for the elevator that took them down to the car park. He opened the door for her, waited for her to get in, then looked around and gave her a kiss before closing the door. He slid into the drive's seat and drove for his home.

They were both silent, Paige staring out the window, Anthony kept his eyes on the road. He glanced at her occasionally, trying to divine her thoughts. He broke the silence by asking if she was okay.

"No," she replied softly, playing with the fabric of her dress.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He had to concentrate on the traffic, so he didn't see the love in her eyes when she looked at him.

What's wrong?! What's wrong is I'm in love with you, I can't tell you, I've just had sex with my boss again, and I'm going to have to find a new job, she thought sadly.

"Just tired," she replied instead.

"Nearly there," he said. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

She looked up at him, the street lights making her blue eyes sparkle. Right then it hit him like a speeding train; he was in love with her. But he could feel her pulling away from him; he knew he couldn't let that happen.

Pulling into his drive, he went around and opened the passenger door and helped her out. It was cold so he draped his jacket over her, then put his hand on her waist and pulled her close to his side.

He wondered what she would think of his flat. Would she like it? hate it? think it shouted 'playboy?' He had no idea.

"I've just recently moved in, it was getting refurbished so that's why I was staying at a hotel, erm but you know that," he said nervously. He saw Paige smiling, he knew she was remembering that night. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"The shower's bigger here," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, really?" She giggled and moved closer to him.

"Mmm-hmm, and I've got a whirl pool bath," he said, nuzzling her neck.

"But first, food," he said, then moved so quickly that Paige nearly fell.

"Wait, what?" she asked, confused by the sudden change.

"Food, you eat it," he said, laughing at her expression.

"You mean strawberries and cream, right?" she asked, sashaying up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No, I mean food like dinner." He kissed her mouth, then unwrapped her arms and went over to the fridge.

"Okay, we have eggs, cheese, chicken, yogurt, fruit and steak. Take your pick."

"Wait, you're going to cook for me?" she asked, astonished.

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"So...I thought we were going to, well, you know... but you're cooking." Paige was confused.

He turned and took her hands in his as he looked her in the eyes. "I don't just want sex, Paige. I want to know you, I want to be with you, I want to watch movies with you, eat dinner with you. I want to wake up with you in my arms." For the rest of my life, he thought but didn't say.

"You do?" she whispered.

Taking her face in both his hands, he kissed her. "Yes, this is more than sex. You must feel that too," he said. He knew he was taking a risk, but one of them had to.

"I do, but..." Paige's voice trailed off.

"Take a chance, Paige. Take a chance with me." He kissed her full on the mouth. "Marry me," he said, then kissed her again, softly.

"What?" she asked breathlessly. Did he just ask what I think... she thought.

"Marry me. It was fate that we met, we were meant to meet. Don't you see, Paige? I need you. I've missed you so much. While I was gone, all I could think about was you. Where you were, what you were doing. I love you. Marry me. I swear you will never regret it." Anthony waited, his heart in his throat.

"You love me," she said. There were tears in her eyes now. "No one has ever said that to me." The tears escaped and ran down her face.

"It won't be the last time," he promised. "Marry me and I will say it everyday for the rest of our lives."

"Yes," she said, throwing herself in his arms. "Yes, I love you too, but I thought..."

"Shhh...now how about we celebrate?" He dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"How?" she asked with a huge grin.

"Mmm, it's a surprise." Anthony winked suggestively.

"Head up stairs, first door on the right, lie down on the bed. I'll be up soon," he said. He kissed her, patted her bum, then went back to the fridge.

Paige found his room. It was so big, her entire flat could fit into it, she thought. She took off her shoes and lay on the bed as he had instructed.

"I don't have strawberries and cream but I do have ice and champagne." Anthony said from the doorway. He leaned against the door with a bottle in one hand and a bowl in the other, with a sly smile on his face.

Chapter 4



Paige smiled at him, as he walked over to the bedside table carefully put down the bottle and the bowl filled with ice cubes. Paige sat up and tried to reach him, but he evaded her hands and walked over to the window. Looking through it, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine he asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes. I love you," she said moving behind him, and hugging him, laying her check on his back.

"Then go back and lie down, but this time close your eyes. And no matter what don't open your eyes." He said still looking out the window. An instant later he heard the bed creak a little as she climbed back on it.

As Paige closed her eyes, she could hear very little movement, and felt a little afraid, not scared, but excited and thrilled with anticipation and could feel the bed lower under his weight. He leaned over kissing one closed eyelid and then the other, trailing down her cheeks till he was kissing her mouth with nibbling kisses. As soon as she opened her lips for him, he retreated.

"I want to go slow. If I feel your tongue, Ill want to take you, I will remove just enough clothing so that I can be inside you. This time I want to make it right. I want you to be as turned on and as frustrated as you made me feel these last few weeks, denying both of us. Payback's a bitch. Isn't it?" He said getting off the bed.

When she heard his shoes hit the floor, she imagined him stripping, but there was no sound of his belt clanking, or his zip being lowered. She felt the bed sink again, and when she felt his thighs on either side of her, she tried to reach for him, only this time to find him take hold of her wrist.

"Give me the other one." He said in her ear, his stubble scratching her check.

"Why?"

"Trust me," he replied biting her ear and travelling down her neck.

Slowly she raised her other wrist and he held both her wrists in one hand. She could feel him tie her wrists together and lift her hands above her head.

"Hold the bar," he said. When she did as he asked, he secured her hands to the bar. He slid his hands slowly down her arms, from the pulse point in her wrists, to the indent of her elbow, all the way down her shoulders. He repeated the action with kisses, and light bites, till she was wriggling on the bed.

"Anthony," she cried out, she was so close to coming with just the simplest touch of his mouth.

"Ill be right back," he said, lifting himself off of her and the bed.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Paige asked in a worried tone.

"Never Paige, now you're mine," he said kissing her. It was fleeting but it was enough to reassure Paige.

She heard him, open and close the bedside drawer. She felt him lie down beside her again and something cold against her skin but it wasn't the ice.

"I've never tied up a woman before, so I forgot one important detail. How would I get your clothes off? It's too late for you to take them off, so..." he said as she felt something cold slid under the strap of her dress. She heard a slicing noise and her strap fell down. He's slicing my dress off, she thought feeling a little excited.

"How am I supposed to go home without any clothes?" she asked.

Cutting the dress between her breasts down her stomach, he replied, "That's the good thing about it. I'll buy you a new one." After he was done with the dress, he moved on to her underwear slicing the sides and whipping them off.

"You could have taken them off the usual way, my legs aren't tied" she said.

"But I like cutting things off you, as you just lie there." He said laughter in his voice. "Now, since I can't get your clothes wet, I can do this." He said taking an ice cube and rubbing it over her lips. "Your lips are like the sweetest of berries, no lipstick and so naturally red. Your skin is like white pearl, no imperfections," he said running the ice down her throat. "Your breasts are so perfect handful and your nipples so erect a dead giveaway of when you're turned on, like now" he said running the ice over them, and replacing the ice with his mouth.

"Anthony," she breathed, arching her back.

"Shh, just feel, and listen," he said, grabbing a new ice cube, and running it between her breasts down her smooth stomach, and drawing a line towards the area where she wanted his touch the most. As he trailed the ice from one hip to the other, she felt the water run between her thighs. He licked up the trailing the water left by the ice, sliding his tongue inside her just a little.

"Anthony," she screamed, arching of the bed, "Please, please...I need..."

"Learn to be patient, because I'm not going to make love to you until I have touched ever inch of your skin with ice and then my mouth..." His words were too much for her to handle and without him even touching her, she came till she was panting.

"You came from me telling you what I want and what I am going to do to you. You're going to cum a lot more before I'm inside you" he said. She felt him shift and felt the ice on her foot, at the back of her ankle and then at the back of her knee followed by his lips.

"Its too much, Anthony..."

Ignoring her, he slid his hands between her thighs. "Open your legs," he said breathlessly. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up without coming himself. Realising the thought of not being inside her when he comes, he jumped up from the bed, suddenly.

"I can't wait, I know what I said, but I need to be inside you, now" he said while stripping his clothes off. He came back to her, freeing her hands off the bar, but keeping them together, he placed her arms over his head so that she wouldn't have any other option but to leave her arms there and slid between her legs.

"Wrap your legs around my hips... Ahh yes, oh god Paige, I can't wait anymore" he said as he shoved into her again and again. He felt Paige's walls squeeze around his cock, and instantly they were both cuming and he continued to plunge into her wanting to share everything with her.

"I love you, God I love you so much" he said as collapsed on her.

"I love you to," she said, her voice cracking.

"Hey, are you crying? God did I hurt you? I'm sorry I..."

"No, I'm just so happy." She said smiling through her sobs, "They are happy tears, I never knew I could feel like this."

"Me neither. Here, let me cut off the rest of my tie and we can drink the champagne and celebrate our new life."

Dark Stranger

Dark Stranger

Chapter 1

I was entering my hotel room, I heard a sound. I walked in slowly and closed the door quietly behind me. On the table by the door was the gun and handcuffs from last nights hen party. I had taken some self-defence classes so I knew I could handle whoever it was. Okay, the gun wasn't real, but it was pretty realistic.

Holding the gun I moved further into the bedroom. I heard the water running in the bathroom. As silently as possible I moved towards the bathroom door. It was partly open so I could see there was definitely someone there, someone with broad shoulders, maybe six feet tall, taller than my five foot eight at any rat. I pushed the door open a little more, lifted the gun and firmly. "Put your hands up, or I will shoot."

He didn't move, flinch, he just kept his back turned away from me looking in the sink.

"Did you hear me?" I asked. Still nothing.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked, moving slowly closer so I could see what he was doing at the sink. Blood, rich, red blood was running down the drain. He was washing blood off his hands.

"Oh, God. He could kill me! With that thought in mind in mind, I started backing out of the room. I kept the gun up but before I could leave the bathroom he finally turned and looked at me.

The first thing I noticed was his eyes, black with no white. Just black, like a sharks. Then I noticed his skin, pale and colourless.

"Drugs. He's on drugs. Oh, God. He's going to kill me and blame it on the drugs, and then he's going to get away with killing me." I was frozen in place.

He laughed, I'm worried about dying and he's laughing. Part of me wanted to hit him, but it wasn't cruel laughter. It was as, though he had found something funny "What?" I asked.

"Lower the gun and I'll tell you." he said. Before I could argue, my hand went down. Looking me in the eye, he said, "Drop it." Down went the gun.

"Don't be scared." He told me.

"Don't be scared," says the man who seems to be controlling my body or thoughts or whatever the hell he's doing. He laughed again! What a kidder.

Oh, I wanted to hit him. He started walking towards me and, my feet wouldn't move. I wondered if he would kill me now. Standing in front of me he said, "I have a better idea." Then he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me his mouth crushing down on mine.

He nipped my bottom lip then started kissing down my jaw and slowly travelled back up and started licking my lips this time, biting them. "Open," he said in a lust-filled voice. I did, not because he ordered me, but because I wanted to. He explored every part of my mouth with his wicked tongue. My legs felt like I was going to collapse.

He must have sensed it because suddenly I was lifted off my feet and into his arms, my body pressed against his. He strode out of the bathroom, holding me helplessly in his arms. Was I scared, you might ask. The answer was no. For some reason, I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was his mind control thing making me think that. I don't know. I just know I've never regretted what happened next.

He sat me on the bed, he then told me to lie down in that ghostly voice. I did as he said, wondering what he would do, where he would start. I felt him: more specifically, his hands at my knee, then my thigh. Did I forget to mention my outfit consisted of a halter neck dress and heels that stay on with ribbons tied up to the knees? That's where he started. He undid the knot then started to slowly unravel the ribbon down my leg.

"Your legs are exquisite," he said. I felt his lips kissing my leg, starting at the knee then down to my foot. After removing that shoe, he moved to the next leg and did the same thing. I was getting ridiculously turned on, and all he was doing was removing my shoes.

Then his hand was back on my thigh, travelling up towards the one place where I really wanted his hand to go. "Mmm" I started to groan.

"Patience." I heard him say, then he was kissing me on the inside of my knee again but this time he travelled up, not down. He was so close to where I really wanted that mouth. Then I felt a sharp pain.

I realized he had bitten me. He bit me again, sharp little bites with his teeth. As much as they hurt, they also heightened my arousal. I was becoming wetter with each bite. I knew he must be able to smell my excitement, but still he kept saying. "Patience." Every time he bit and kissed my thighs, missing the place I craving his touch, I wanted to shout in I wanted to shout in frustration.

I was so close to cumming and all he had done was touch and kiss my legs. I had never experienced anything like this. Suddenly I felt the air on my skin. I was naked. Had he undressed me? Before I could think anymore his mouth was where I had craved it. He touched my outer lips and then his finger was inside me. He added another, and another, then started to thrust them in and out. While his fingers were fucking me his thumb was strumming my clit.

"Oh, Fuck!" I shouted. I was cumming fast and hard and he wasn't stopping. He kept moving his hand.

"Stop!" I shouted, breathless, but still he continued. I was cumming and screaming and clawing the bed covers. He's going to kill me, I thought, and heard him laugh.

"But what a way to go, is it not?" He was still laughing and after another volcanic orgasm he slowed down and pulled his fingers out. He towered over me as I looked into his eyes. When he kissed me I could taste myself on his tongue. He drew back and smiled at me. Lifting me into his arms again, He pulled back the covers and laid me on the sheets. His clothes started to disappear and in the blink of an eye he was naked. He climbed in next to me and I curled into him, falling asleep with a smile on my lips.

When I woke I was alone. Was it a dream? At first I thought it was, but a week later after work I entered my apartment. It felt different. I can't explain what I was feeling, but when I found my dream guy standing in my apartment, before I could say anything I was in his arms his mouth on mine.

We tumbled to the floor, both of us ripping clothes, then he pinned my arms to the floor while he kissed and nipped at my throat while I was still half-dressed. He licked my nipples, sucking them into his mouth through my ripped top. Is this happening? Is he really there? I wondered.

"I'm here, and so are you. It was real and I can't get you out of my head. This time I want to be in you, fucking you until you forget every man you have ever known and my name is the only one you know. My name is Demetri, by the way." he said, laughing and kissing me again.

"But perhaps the bed would be more comfortable." With that he stood up, lifted me and carried me to bed. As we went, somehow my clothes disappeared like they had before.

As he laid me on my bed his clothes disappeared as well, then he joined me on the bed and took me in his arms and just held me. He started to touch me slowly, starting at my hip and moving up to my stomach, then across my breasts. His hands brushed over my back to my neck and he ran his hands through my hair.

"Touch me," he said.

Slowly I lifted my hand to his hip and copied his movements. When I got to his chest I ran my thumb over his nipple.

"Ahh, woman, you have the power to kill me."

He grabbed my hand and rolled onto me, and then he was in me. He felt fantastic and big. He hit all the right spots.

He started pummelling me hard and it felt so good. I climaxed but it kept coming; multiple orgasms again.

Suddenly he roared and he bit me on the neck. He was drinking me when I felt his climax. After his breathing started to even out I felt him release my neck and lick the spot where he had bitten me. He rolled off me onto his back but instead of leaving, as I expected, he grabbed me and tucked me into his side like the first night.

"Thank you," I heard him say before I fell asleep.

I never saw him again. All I have is a name. Is he dead? Will I ever see him again? Has he forgotten me? I don't know but all I know is when I feel sad, I hear his voice in my head promising to come back and to never forget…

Chapter 2

Six months had passed since I saw Demetri. Is was going on a date; I decided on a knee-length purple dress with spaghetti straps and matching underwear, and topped it off with three-inch leopard-print heels to make my legs look long. I threaded ribbons through my hair and clipped it up. I was a little excited, a little scared. Could any man live up to Demetri?

So I found myself in a beautiful restaurant with fancy food and a nice atmosphere, and my date was interesting. Then I heard a voice. At first I thought it was my date, but when I asked him what he said, he replied he hadn't said anything. Then I heard it again, more clearly.

"What are you doing with this man?" I recognized that voice.

It was Demetri.

I'm on a date, go away, I thought. I couldn't believe it; I finally decide to date because I haven't heard from him, and now he talks to me—in the middle of a date. Well, the hell with him, I've moved on, I thought.

"I was busy. I promised to come back. Didn't you believe me?" he asked.

I believed you six months ago. I can't spend my life waiting for something that shouldn't exist, I thought sadly.

"But I do exist. If I didn't, I couldn't make you scream in pleasure or touch you like this," he said and I felt a hand travel up my thigh. I looked at my date; he was eating with one hand and holding the wine glass with the other, still chatting away.

Demetri, what are you doing? I thought breathlessly.

"I'm reminding you of what we have and of what this man can never give you," he said as the imaginary hand traced higher until I felt it at the apex of my thigh. I crossed my legs to bar access but a force stronger than me caused my legs to uncross and spread.

I was getting wet and my date was oblivious, he was just eating and talking, about what I have no idea because suddenly my underwear, the final barrier I had, vanished and the imaginary hand was stroking me inside, teasing me, rubbing my clit and causing me to bite back a scream.

Stop it, I thought in an unconvincing way.

"Leave the table and walk outside or I will make you come in front of all these people and your date," he said in a voice filled with both lust and menace.

"I have to go." I stood up, grabbed my bag and left without looking back. When I made it outside I was cursing Demetri in as many different languages as possible. Then I heard him laugh.

I'm glad you think it's funny, you and you're wandering hands, I thought angrily. What now, huh? Why did you do that? I thought making my way home through the alleyway that led to my flat.

"Because I want you!" he said.

But you're not here, I thought, saddened, feeling a tear escape and slide down my face.

"Oh, no," he said, and then someone grabbed my hips from behind and slammed me against the wall. A body was pressed against mine, pinning me against the bricks, but I wasn't scared; I knew who it was.

"I told you I would come back," Demetri whispered before he started kissing my neck. It was light, he barely touched me; it felt like a feather drifting over my skin. He started to nibble my neck then ripped the strap of my dress down one side, then bit my shoulder. A hand over my mouth stopped me from screaming, but not from the pain, from the pleasures—so much pleasure.

"Your taste is so addictive. I want you so much I can't wait." With that he rucked up my dress and I heard his zipper. Then he was inside, stretching me, one hand on the wall beside my head the other between my legs playing with my clit.

My blood was pumping, drowning out everything but him; I could feel him inside me, pulling out then thrusting back in, filling right up to the hilt.

"Demetri," I screamed, this time out loud.

"Yes...say my name, know who is talking you against this wall, who is making you shatter," he said breathing faster, moving faster, in and out.

I was panting, bracing my hands on the wall as he took me from behind. I could feel how close I was; my muscles clenched, wanting to ride it out longer, wanting to stay like this forever.

My orgasm hit suddenly, then while I was coming, I felt a nip on my shoulder, then something wet trickle over my skin. He was sucking my neck, I could feel him dragging the blood out of my body.

"Your blood is like an aphrodisiac, it makes me want you more," he said before throwing his head back and coming inside me.

I could feel him fill me up; he didn't pull out till he was empty. We stood there in the alley, his body and the wall the keeping me warm.

After my breathing returned to normal, I turned my head around, and looked at him. He was the Demetri I remembered, perhaps with a bit more stubble, but it just made him sexier.

I did something Id never done before; I turned fully around then and knelt in front of him, taking his dick in my hand. I stroked along the head, learning its shape, its size, marvelling that it had been inside me. Leaning forward I took him in my mouth, swirled my tongue around the head, and then I started sucking him, taking him right to the back of my throat. He seemed to grow until my mouth was full; I started to pull back, when he slid his hand into my hair to keep me where I was.

"Don't...don't stop," he said breathlessly.

I started getting used to it, a few times I gagged, but when I got a rhythm going I found myself bobbing my head in time with his thrusts. I could feel my hair coming undone but I didn't care, he was making love to my mouth. It was a curious feeling. I slid my hands up his thigh, cupping him between the legs. When he came in my mouth, it hit the back of my throat. I started to pull back, but he wouldn't let me go, he held me there till I swallowed it all.

When he relaxed his hold of my head, I pulled back, still tasting him; it was hot, creamy and salty, and it felt so intimate.

He held his hand out to me, I took it stood up then realised my dress was ripped in places, but I didn't care because Demetri was back. But for how long? I thought.

Pulling back, he grabbed my hand, and dragged me the rest of the way out of the ally, and into his car, I didn't know where we were going but I knew, I would follow Demetri anywhere he asked, or dragged.

Chapter 3
coming soon...

Elevator Ride

Elevator Ride

Chapter 1


Oh, not again! Drew thought as she stepped onto the elevator. For the past four weeks, every time she got on after work, Lance was there too.

He was tall, gorgeous and blue-eyed, with blond hair and a killer smile. Give him a horse and he's the man that dreams are made of, she thought idly. Except he's a rude, ice cold man who only sees women as warm bodies, without brains.

Well, no, thank you! Drew had no interest in men like that.

Drew had known Lance for years; he'd been her brother's best friend since they were fifteen. She'd been only twelve, but even then she had seen how gorgeous he was, and how the other girls drooled over him.

Lance's parents had died in a car crash and he had been sent to his aunt, Mrs Kindley, Drew and James's next door neighbour. Drew had always liked Lance but he had never even acknowledged her. Lance had always looked upon Drew as James's annoying little sister. Except at her sixteenth birthday party.

Six years ago

She wore a beautiful, jade coloured halter dress. It stopped above her knees and showed a little cleavage, it was the most elegant thing she'd ever worn. She was talking with some friends when she felt someone's eyes on her; she looked up and there stood Lance, in a suit, looking like Prince Charming himself.

He came, was her first thought. The next was, why?

However, throughout the party he just talked to Drew's brother and his friends and ignored her. She tried to catch his eye a few times and when their eyes did meet she felt a spark, but he looked away quickly. It upset her. She had hoped he had come for her, but obviously he was only there to keep James company.

What an idiot I am, she thought, disgusted at herself for thinking otherwise.

The music started and Matt, one of James' friends, asked Drew to dance. When it finished, before she could sit down another one of his friends whisked her into another dance. As she laughed through a few more dances, Drew wondered why she got along with all of her brother's friends except Lance. When the music finally ended, she looked around but couldn't see Lance. She felt disappointed.

But why am I disappointed? she wondered as she went out for some fresh air.

She walked to the far side of the yard where a blossom tree shadowed the garden swing that over looked the village. Exhausted, she slumped into the seat. The moon bounced off the emerald bracelet her father had bought her. It had been his way of acknowledging she had grown up.

I wish Lance could see I'm grown up, she thought, unaware that the man she was thinking of was watching her from the shadows.

Lance stared, astonished that this was Drew, James's little sister. The girl in front of him didn't resemble the skinny awkward girl he knew, this girl had long smooth legs, full red lips and the type of body that guys fantasise about. That he was fantasising about. I shouldn't feel this way about her its James's sister.

Drew closed her eyes and sat, listening to the natural sounds of the garden. Peaceful, she thought.

Some time had passed as she was listening and even though she felt the weight of someone sitting next to her she didn't open her eyes. She didn't know how but she knew it was Lance.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw that he was looking at her passionately with those grey stormy eyes. She looked away, lost as to what to do or say.

"I...thought you had gone," Drew finally said, in a small voice.

"I didn't think you would have noticed, the way you were acting with the guys," he snapped. Lance was thinking about the way the other guys had held her and danced with her.

Why should I care? I don't want her, do I? He thought. No! he answered himself angrily. I only came to...damn it, why did I come? James! He said it would be a good night -- that's why.

"I was just dancing with them," Drew said, shocked. How dare he judge me, she thought furiously.

"Yeah, right. Jess had his hand on your ass," Lance said angrily.

"And I moved it," she countered hotly. "I don't even like him that way. I don't know why he did it," she said shuddering and still feeling shocked that he had done it.

"Well, you're asking for it in that dress!" he said, his eyes raking over her from head to toe.

"How dare you! The way you talk, you would think I'm dressing like those girls you date," she snapped and started to rise, her face flushed with anger.

Lance grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Hold on," he said, sitting her down again. "I'm sorry, but you're just a kid. You should know that there are men out there that will take advantage of you. I'm just looking out for you," he said sincerely, feeling like an ass for what he had said.

"Well, don't! In case you didn't notice, I turned sixteen today! Stop treating me like a child!" With that she got up and started walking back to the house. Lance grabbed her wrist again and turned her to face him.

"You don't want me to treat you like a kid? Fine." Lance pulled her to him by the waist and kissed her hard. He was punishing and angry at first, then he became gentle. After a moment, Drew stopped resisting and started returning the kiss shyly. She had never been kissed before, but Lance showed her how. Drew felt Lance's hand on her waist start to travel up. His thumb was lightly stroking the underside of her breast; it made her breast feel heavy and tender.

"Open," he said in a hoarse voice.

She did what he asked and he slowly let his tongue slip in. She started to kiss him back the same way. After awhile, she became less restrained and they both were kissing like they couldn't get enough of each other. Her fingertips started to run up his back and she felt him shudder. His other hand started to travel up her leg and in between her thighs; he pulled back to rain kisses down her neck as his hand went higher.

"Wait," Drew said breathlessly, then again a little more loudly. It got through to Lance and he pulled back to look at her.

Stepping back and letting her go, he turned away, then without another word stalked away out of the garden.

He had been accepted into University for business management, and Drew didn't see him again till the holidays a few years later. Even then they never spoke, and since they had never got on before, no one said anything. After graduating University he found a job with a small business, then left and started his own company. Now he made his success by buying rundown businesses and making them profitable again.

He had bought the company she worked for two months ago. But over the last four weeks, she had been seeing him more and more, ever since the staff party.

He had cornered her outside on the balcony. She had worn a strapless dress in a colour similar to the one from her sixteenth birthday, but longer. She had been watching the sun set when he had come to stand close behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, making her shiver.

"Drew..." he started, but before he could say anything, a group of people came over and he slinked away.

What was he going to say? Was he going to kiss me again? She wondered, remembering their first kiss.

My imagination is just working overtime, she thought. I'm paranoid. He must've been working late. She mentally kicked herself. Of course it had just been a coincidence; everyone had been so busy with the new account they just landed and she was the new supervisor so... Her thoughts were cut off when the lift screeched sharply to a halt, making her wobble on her heels.

If Lance's hand hadn't shot out and caught her by the waist she would have fallen over. When she looked up into his face, she saw his eyes were dark and full of passion. They were so close she could feel him growing hard against her. His eyes reflected the passion in hers. For a moment, she was back in the garden with his arm around her...then it went black.


Chapter 2

The lights were out.

Drew couldn't see anything, but she could feel Lance's arms around her. She could hear his breathing, his heartbeat. Or is that mine? she wondered as the emergency light came on. Drew blinked and waited for her eyes to adjust. What had she done to piss off the fates that they would trap her in a lift with this man, who was now tightening his arms around her and leaning down? Uh-oh, she thought.

Lance had wanted to apologise for that night for years, but whenever she was near, he became tongue-tied. He just wanted to take her into his arms and finish what they'd started at her sixteenth birthday party.

She looked more beautiful every time he saw her; she had taken to wearing dresses and skirts after her sixteenth, constantly showing off her long legs. When he had managed to see her on holidays, she had avoided him. If he walked towards her those beautiful gold eyes would flash fire and then she would leave.

She hadn't been home for the last two years, always having to work, or so her brother said. He wished he could have that night back just once, and instead of walking away he would take her in his arms and just hold her. At least then she wouldn't hate him. Lance stared down into her face, seeing both the girl he'd kissed so long ago, and the woman she'd turned into.

At the company party he had wanted to talk to her while she was on the balcony. Her bare neck had been so very tempting. Before he could kiss her or even talk to her, however, more people had come outside. Now, here, he had her in his arms. No one would interrupt them and she couldn't walk away he thought as he bent his head and kissed her.

He walked her so that her back was against the wall of the lift and slowly trailed his fingers from her hip, under her shirt to the underside of her breasts. He deepened the kiss a little, and then slowly cupped her breast in his hand, thumbing her nipple through her top.

"You're not wearing a bra," he said in an astonished voice, looking down and seeing her nipples through her blouse.

"No," she said in a husky voice, "I'm not." She was very glad that she had been running late that morning and forgot to put one on. She looked up at him, kissed his jaw. Framing his face with her hands, she kissed him with all the passion she possessed.

He bent to catch her knee and drew her leg over his hip, which put her in direct contact with his rock hard member. She gasped at the feeling; she was still a virgin and had never gone further with guys than a couple of kisses and gropes. That gasp spurred him on, and he slid his hand from her breast to her collarbone, up her throat and into her hair, ravishing her mouth all the while. When he pulled back she was panting. Lance ground his hips against her, then started to lift her skirt to get better access to her hot centre.

"Lance, I want..." she gasped, not sure what she wanted. She was just sure that she was going to explode.

"I know," he panted, mistaking her confusion for passion. "I know what you want." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. "I want it too."

Letting her leg fall, he ran both hands up her thighs until he reached her underwear. Within seconds her panties were ripped and lying on the floor.

He grabbed his wallet from his jacket to get a condom and threw his wallet and jacket behind him. He felt like a teenager and could barely wait. He slipped the condom on, grabbed her hips and lifted her. Instinctively Drew wrapped her legs around his waist, then he speared her with his length and she screamed.

He pulled back to see her face; it was full of pain. Virgin, he thought dazedly, she was a virgin. He looked in her eyes, saw pain and amazement there, and started to pull out. Drew could feel his retreat and instinctively started to move her hips. She didn't want him to stop.

"I don't want to hurt you," Lance said, trying to fight the instinct to surge inside her again.

"You're not. It feels good now. Please, Lance," she said, grinding her hips again, and grabbing his head to bring his mouth back to hers.

The feeling was much too good. Lance pulled out and thrust into her again, and then with her wrapped around him he lowered them both to the floor. When she was under him he started to move in and out of her slowly while she held on.

She gasped in wonder; it made him want to touch her all over. He peeled her top off and over her head and lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking first one nipple then the other, blowing cool streams of air over them. When she shivered, he thrust into her again.

"Lance... faster," she whispered.

He pulled back and obeyed, moving his hips faster and feeling her contract around him. She held on to his waist, raising her head up to kiss his chest. He wound his arms around her back, changing the angle then she was screaming again, this time with pleasure. With one last push he grunted and held her until her breathing normalised. All the strength left his body and he collapsed on top of her.

I just had sex with Lance, was her first thought as she lay under him. The second was, I need to get out of here.

"That was amazing. I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, looking down at her.

"No," she assured him, but averted her eyes. "Can you get up? You're kind of squishing me," she said. It was a lie; he felt wonderful.

"Oh, yeah," he said. He got up, then tripped when his trousers bunched around his ankles. Smooth, he thought.

As Lance got up and stumbled, Drew reached for her own clothes. She grabbed her shirt, chucked it on, then after looking at her ripped underwear, she grabbed them up and put them in her bag. She saw Lance had managed to put himself back together as well. Now I just need the lift to start, she thought and was relieved when the lights came on full and the lift started descending again. As soon as it hit the ground floor she dashed out, ran all the way to her car a street away and drove home.

Lance was stunned as he watched her leave him. She obviously regretted it. I should leave, he thought. The company is doing well, I'm not needed here anymore, and the woman I love doesn't love me. Yes, he loved her. When he came inside her, he knew he only wanted Drew for the rest of his life. Without her, what was the point of staying or working?

3 months later

Driving to her parents, Drew wondered why she was going home for the holidays. Lance might be there. She could ignore him like she had before, but now it was different. She felt different.

Most nights she woke up breathing hard, dreaming of the night in the elevator. She could remember his kiss and how he felt inside. At first she started taking the stairs to avoid another encounter in the elevator. It was a few weeks before she took it again and everything came rushing back to her when she did.

She saw herself backed against the wall, felt his hands on her; she took the elevator all the time after that. Drew was uncertain as she got closer to home. How will he act? Will he kiss me again? Try to have sex with me again? she wondered. A little thrill went through her at the thought.

A week after the night on the elevator, Lance had sold his half of the company. He had handed over the reins to the new owners, and disappeared. It had surprised everyone, especially Drew. From what James had said, he had gone travelling and said he would keep in touch, but no-one knew if he would be there for Christmas.

Seeing her house up ahead she turned into the driveway and unconsciously looked next door, half-hoping to see Lance. His car wasn't there. He wasn't coming home for Christmas, she thought sadly. When had she fallen in love with him? she wondered. In the elevator, on her sixteenth birthday, or when she had first seen him as a little boy? A tear ran down her cheek and dashing it away, she climbed out the car.

Her parents came out to greet her and brought her inside. Her family had been busy getting pregnant or married. She knew of the weddings and babies but she just didn't realise till then she was the last single member of her family; even her playboy brother was married.

Her mother took her aside after the introductions and told her that with so many people this year, her room was already occupied with her Aunt Lily. Drew didn't blame her mum, she had only phoned a day ago to say she was coming home, Still, it was her first time home in three years for Christmas, and she couldn't help feeling a bit put out that she couldn't stay in her own room.

Her mother told her that Lance had said they could use his house for additional guests. After Lance's Gran died, he had inherited the house. Since he was often away, her parents kept an eye on it for him. Might as well, Lance isn't going to be there, she thought as she got her bag from her car and went next door.

He had redecorated, she noticed. The paint no longer peeled and the kitchen was stainless steel. The bathroom had a Jacuzzi bath. Heaven, she thought, no longer angry that she had to stay here. They could have the one cramped bathroom, she thought with a smile.

She yawned and realised the drive had taken a lot out of her. Grabbing her bag, she headed up the stairs to find a room. There were four bedrooms to choose from: Mrs Kindley's, Lance's and two spares. Without much thought she chose Lance's; he wasn't going to use it and she wanted to feel close to him. She missed him.

Drew wondered why things had to be so twisted. They spent more time running away from each other than anything else. He had left after the kiss on her sixteenth. She had bolted after their encounter in the elevator. But so had he, she realised -- she had only gone home; he had left the country. He must have thought she was lacking. But he said you were amazing, a voice said. Yeah, but guys say that after sex, she thought in response.

Thinking that this was a crappy way to spend Christmas Eve, Drew unpacked and found her night gown. It was green and made of silk and was her favourite. She firmly put all of the confusing, painful thoughts of Lance out of her head.

She got ready for bed and then slid under the sheets and closed her eyes. Despite her promise to herself, she dreamed of Lance. He was stroking her thigh lightly, running his knuckles over her breasts, running his hand in her hair, tracing her lips with his finger.

"Drew," he called. His voice sounded so real, she thought through the fog of sleep. As dreams went, this one wasn't half bad. "Drew."

She opened her eyes and there was Lance leaning over her. Smiling up at him she reached out and stroked his chin. "You came," she said softly. Then bringing her face closer, kissed him and pulled him on top of her.

Chapter 3
coming soon...

Golden Boy

Golden Boy

Chapter 1


"I don't want to be a lawyer," Anthony shouted at his father before storming out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he was clear of the gates that surrounded his house, he made his way to the lake. He started running; his only thought was to get away, away from his father and the house.

When he exhausted his energy he slowed and then stopped. He bent over to catch his breath. He looked for a tree to collapse against, and when he located one he did just that.

Sitting with his back to the tree, knees bent up to his chest, he thought about what his father had done. He had sent in applications to Universities without telling Anthony, or even consulting him. His father knew Anthony wanted to be an artist but didn't care. They were moving next week; a month ago his dad got back from court, and told him he had taken a new job in America with some fancy law firm.

"Damn it," he said out loud, "why can't he leave me alone?" He dropped his head on his knees.

"Are you okay?" he heard someone ask. Looking up, he saw no-one in front of him, left or right.

"I must be going mad," he muttered, dropping his head back down.

"Well, they say talking to yourself is the first sign," the voice said with a laugh.

"What the..." He raised his head but still couldn't find who was talking to him.

"Up here," the voice called.

Looking up he saw Megara, a friend from childhood; she was in the tree with the sun behind her. With her blond hair around her face and amethyst eyes she looked like an angel.

"Erm, are you okay?" she asked again, looking down at him worriedly.

"Why are you in a tree?" he asked instead of answering.

"Why not?" she replied, smiling down at him.

"Good point," he said, smiling back. Why not be in a tree?

Megara's father was richer than his own and, also like Anthony's father, had specific plans for his daughter's life. She was to learn how to be the perfect wife, and hostess, docile and quiet, and then she would marry the man her father approved. It wasn't the type of life that would suit her, Tony knew.

She was smart, cute and friendly to everyone, she didn't care how rich or poor. Tony had had a crush on her since they were kids, but his dad and hers had never got on, or he would be the one to marry her. As they grew up, Tony had been the wild one, partying, staying out late and dating a new girl every week. Meg had hung out in the library, and eventually got the nickname of 'Princess Innocent' since she never dated.

"Where's your dad?" he asked.

"Away on business somewhere, why?" she asked. She was still gazing at him, or specifically down his shirt. She could see his chest hair and muscles it sent a tingle down her spine. He's actually talking to me, she thought. Usually Anthony ignored her.

Anthony was unquestionably handsome; nearly six feet tall, with thick brown hair that always fell over his eye. It made her wish she could push back the hair back, and not those girls he dated. His eyes were gold, and so she'd nicknamed him 'Golden Boy,' but he thought it was because she saw him as the boy who could do no wrong.

"Well, I don't think your father would be happy about his innocent little princess climbing trees," he said sarcastically.

"What my father doesn't know won't hurt him," she said, grabbing a branch and swinging down. She landed right in front of him.

When she stood up he looked her over. She wore denim shorts and a tank top that fell off her shoulder; she looked relaxed, very different from how she appeared in school, he thought.

"Nice dismount. You must climb trees a lot," he said, reluctantly impressed.

"Only when my dad isn't here or at night. I climb down the one outside my bed room," she said, wondering why she was telling him, Golden Boy, of all people.

"I better go. You look like you want to be alone," she said, turning away.

"Wait," Anthony said standing up, "I was going to the lake. You can come, if you want," he said a bit shyly. He didn't know why he was nervous; he'd been with plenty of girls before, in all kinds of circumstances.

Why not? He looks like he could use a friend, Meg thought. But you're not his friend, a little voice said/. She ignored it.

"Okay," she said.

He exhaled in relief, suddenly realizing he had been holding his breath for her answer.

Walking side by side in silence with Megara felt right., It wasn't awkward, he didn't need to keep her amused with stories, and he wasn't trying to get off with her. Maybe that's why it's so comfortable, he thought.

They reached the edge of the lake before either of them spoke.

"So... do you know what you're going to do after high school?" he asked her.

"I thought you knew," she replied, looking at him with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well yeah... it was just the first thing I could think to ask," he said, blushing and wanting to kick himself.

Is Anthony blushing? Meg wondered. No, probably just the light, she decided as he continued walking. He must be regretting asking me to come, she thought. She was about to turn back when he called to her to hurry up.

When she caught up with him he repeated the question.

"I want to be a teacher, my dad would love that," she said with a laugh, "How about you?"

"I want to study art, but my dad wants me to be a lawyer. He says it's in my blood," Anthony scoffed.

He was intrigued that she wanted to do something other than what her father had planned for her, like him. He felt that made them kindred spirits.

"Well, first I have to get the grades and avoid any suitors my dad throws my way," she said wearily.

It started to rain and he grabbed her hand and dashed. "Here," he said indicating the shed by the lake in which he had made out with more than one girl. Not that that was his plan; not with Megara.

"Is it safe?" she asked.

"I'm not going to pounce on you, Princess," he said laughing.

Taken back at what he meant she blushed but lifted her head, she hated that name.

"I meant is this thing stable. My name's Megara, not 'Princess,' and I'm not scared of you, Golden Boy!" she said, walking past him into the shed, her head held high.

"Oh no?" he said following her in and grabbing her around the waist, spinning her around.

"What are you doing?" she asked, startled. She began to struggle away from him.

"You scared of me now?" he asked, laughing again and wondering what the hell he was doing.

Realizing he was playing with her Meg raised her chin and looked him in the eye, no longer fighting his grip but molding her body into him.

"No," she said as she snuggled into his neck.

"Hmm, trying to act all brave. Don't you know you shouldn't play with fire?" he asked, trying to keep his mind on the game but her breasts were now pressed against his chest. She's not wearing a bra, he thought as he tried to breathe.

"Well, have you heard of 'bitten off more than you can chew?'" she retorted, feeling his body shudder.

"Maybe we both have," he said. He moved her chin so he could see her face.

"You win," he said huskily.

"What's my prize?" she asked laughing up at him.

"This," he said, just before his mouth crushed down on hers.

It shocked Meg and her first thought was to pull away but then the kiss gentled. It became soft and he started tracing her bottom lip with his tongue, then the top. He kissed the corners of her lips then her chin. He pulled back but instead of letting her go he buried his head in her neck and pulled her closer.

"Meg." he breathed her name against her neck.

Without warning he pulled back and she stumbled; he grabbed her shoulders to make sure she didn't fall.

When she was steady he turned and walked out into the rain, now pouring down like a waterfall.

When Meg got her thoughts together she lifted her hand to her mouth. It felt swollen and where he kissed her skin felt tingly. Without another thought she took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle and ran home through the rain. She was confused and felt completely alone. She had no sisters she could talk to and her friends only knew nice boys no-one like Anthony, they would never go against there parents, wimps, she thought.

Anthony saw her run out of the shed. He had started to walk back to her but when he heard the door burst open he hid behind a tree. He felt like a dick. He knew it was his fault, he knew she was innocent but hadn't realized just how much. He had kissed experienced girls, but no-one like Meg; she was pure innocence. Never been kissed, he thought wonderingly. I have to see her, I don't want her upset, he thought and immediately began to make his way to her house.

Anthony made it into the garden but now he was stuck, unsure which room was hers. The house -- mansion, more like -- had three floors and twelve bedrooms all with balconies. Any one of them could have been hers.

"Crap," he said feeling defeated, and then he saw one room with a tree outside it. Remembering what she had said earlier, he knew it was that one. His suspicion was confirmed when a light went on and Megara came up to the window and closed the curtains. Wondering how he was going to get her attention, he kicked the lose stones on the gravel path.

"Ah," he said, bending to pick up some stones. He aimed one at her window but missed and hit the wall. He threw another and it hit; he waited but nothing happened. He picked up more and kept throwing until the curtains were pulled back. The door opened and out walked Megara in red-two piece pajamas, consisting of shorts and spaghetti top. All the blood left his head.

It was nearly eight o'clock when Meg got home. She went into the kitchen, grabbed a drink of iron bru and went upstairs to her bedroom. Slamming on the light, she went to the window to pull the curtains closed and headed for a shower.

As she was drying off she heard something hit the window. Assuming it was a bird, she continued to dry then dressed for bed. She heard it again and again.

"What the..." she wondered. Grabbing a clip to pin her hair up, she pushed the curtains aside, opened the balcony doors and stepped out. Looking out she couldn't see anything.

"Down here," a voice called. She moved forward to look over the rails of the balcony and into the eyes of Anthony.

"What are you doing?" Megara called down to him.

"What does it look like?" he asked, laughing up at her.

"Oh, I don't know... skiing!" she said sarcastically. "What are you doing here?"

He laughed, wondering if anyone else knew she had such a fun sense of humor. He shook his head and called up, "We need to talk."

"Now?" she asked astonished.

"Yes, now. It can't wait. Can you come down?" he asked.

"No," she said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I don't want to," she said, this is just stupid and I'll probably end up saying something stupid, she thought, turning away from the railing to go back inside.

"Wait, I just want to talk," he said. He wondered why he thought this would be easy. "Please."

"No," she said, a little sad. She knew what he was going to say. 'Don't tell anyone, they wouldn't believe you,' just like his friend Tom had said after he tried to kiss her in third year.

"Fine, if you won't come down... I'll just have to come up," he said, studying the tree. He looked for places where it was worn so he would know where to put his feet and started climbing.

"Wait, what?" she said running back to the rails to see Anthony climbing up to her. "Wait! Tony, stop! You could hurt yourself. I'll... I'll come down."

"No, I'm fine," he said. His pride was chipped a little that she didn't think him capable of climbing a tree.

"Tony, climb back down!" she said. She felt panicky that he might fall and it would be her fault.

"Nope, too late. Besides, I'm nearly th..." the rest was cut off as the branch he was holding snapped and he slid.

"Tony!" she cried out.

"I'm fine, I just weigh a bit more than you do and I'm taller," he said lightly, although he was a little shaken.

"Okay, I'll walk you through it. You're nearly there. You're doing so well," she encouraged him.

"I'm eighteen, not eight, Meg," he said crossly, but looking up he saw he was only a few feet away from the balcony.

"Tony, put your foot on that branch. No! The other one! Okay, grab that branch above your head, that's it," she coaxed him, "now lift your foot and put it on the rail."

"Jesus, how do you do this?" he asked as he stretched his leg out.

"Practice. Okay, now give me your hand," she said, holding hers out. When their hands caught it felt electric and she shivered.

"You're not going to abandon me to get a jacket, are you?" he asked. He had felt her shiver but thought she was cold.

"No," she said, positioning his hand so it curved around the rail. He's got big hands, she thought.

"Okay, hold on tight and let go of the tree," she instructed..

"What!" he asked, looking at her like she was crazy. He couldn't help noticing she had her hair pinned up.

"Use your body weight to push yourself to the railing," she said with forced patience.

Pushing away from the tree and grabbing the rail, he breathed a sigh of relief and climbed over to the other side.

"What in the word did you do that for?" Megara asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

"This," he said as he caught her hips and pulled her against him. "You," he said, and he kissed her.

This kiss didn't feel like the one before; it was more passionate, uninhibited as he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue again then pulled back and trailed kisses down her jaw as he walked her back inside her room. Once inside he left her to close the door then pulled her back into his arms.

"Are you cold?" he asked feeling her shiver again.

"No," she said. She ran her hands up his back, loving the feel of him, then kissed him.

"Open your mouth," he said in a lust-filled voice, encouraging her as they kissed. She did as he asked and he joined their mouths, then slowly slid his tongue in. "Kiss me back," he murmured, and allowed her to take control. Timidly she touched her tongue to his. It felt wicked and it made her feel hot, then he was kissing her back and their tongues were wrestling against each other.

He suddenly pulled back as he had at the shed by the lake.

"I didn't plan this. I was coming to apologize for upsetting you. I had a fight with my dad. We both want to go against our parents." He knew he was babbling but couldn't stop. "I felt connected to you and I'm moving, and... oh, to hell with it -- kiss me." He kissed her again. It went on that way and Megara was in such a passion -induced state that at first she didn't notice his hand travel up from her hip until he was dragging his thumb across her nipple. She stumbled back, breaking the connection so reality came rushing back in.

"Meg... I'm sorry, I just... God, I want to touch you so bad it hurts," he said hands palms up. "You look so beautiful and sinful," he said breathing unsteadily. He had never felt this way with a girl -- ever.

Megara was shocked; no-one had ever called her beautiful, let alone sinful. Cute and innocent looking was always how she was described. It gave her a secret thrill that Anthony thought that. "What would you do?" Megara asked shyly.

"What?" Anthony asked, wondering if he had blanked out for a second. Had she just asked...

"What would you do?" Megara interrupted his thought.

"You want me to tell you... to describe what I want to do to you?" he asked, stunned. He waited for her to laugh, but she was serious.

"If I like what I hear I might let you," Megara said. She bit her lip and wondered where this sexual confidence had come from; it made her feel like a vamp. Maybe it was always there, just hidden, she thought.

God, with her biting her lip like that and asking how I would touch her how can I refuse? he thought.

Clearing his throat he started.

"First, I'd run my hand up your side, from your hip to the side of your luscious breasts. Then I would slowly stroke the side of your breast, feeling you shiver. I'd move my hand over your whole breast," he said looking in he eyes. As he spoke, his voice became deeper.

"I would stroke my thumb over your nipple like before, did you like that?" he said keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"Yes," Megara replied in a smoky voice, her eyes half closed.

"I know you did," he said as he dropped his eyes to her body, "Your body tells me, these tell me," he said as he brushed his knuckles over her hard nipples. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked unsteadily.

"No," she said, closing her eyes.

Breathing deep he continued.

"I'd trail my hand back down to your hip and use both hands to lift your silk top off. I'd bend down and kiss your exposed stomach, kissing up to your breasts; I'd take your nipple in my mouth and suck until you screamed my name," he finished. His voice was shaking, as well as his hands that were still holding her hips.

"Do you want me to do it? If you say no I'll go, but you have to say so now. I'm not made of stone Meg," he said, trying to control himself.

Opening her eyes she looked at him. "Tony".

It was all he needed -- the look, the way she said his name. He did everything he had told her he would. When she climaxed and grabbed him as he was sucking her nipples it felt great, brilliant. He wanted more, but that was all he had said he would do.

"Tony," Megara said again after she recovered.

"I'm here, Meg. God, you're amazing," he said kissing her on top of the head, then picking her up and placing her on the bed lying down beside her.

"Tony," she whispered as she snuggled into him, kissing his neck, her naked breasts now pressed into his chest.

"MEGARA!" A booming voice made them spring apart.

"My dad, hide," she hissed, leaping off the bad grabbing his arm and shoving him into the wardrobe.

"MEGARA." The voice was closer.

"Yes, dad, I'm here," she shouted through the door, grabbing her nightdress to cover up.

"You didn't go to your piano classes. I want to know why!" he said as he walked into her bedroom.

"I didn't want to," she shouted back, crossing her arms in defiance.

"What you want doesn't matter," he snapped. "You will do as I tell you as long as you live in my house."

"Well, maybe I'll move out and get a place of my own," she said glaring at her father.

"You can't afford to," he said with a sneer. Defiant, just like her mum he thought.

"I want to go to university. I want to be a teacher," she said, turning her back to him.

"If you marry well, you don't need to work," he said.

"I want to work, and I've told you I won't marry without love." She was exasperated from having the same argument every time. She had been skipping her etiquette classes for the last two months, concentrating on high school and her end-of-year exams.

"Love, ha! That doesn't last. Marcus is coming over tomorrow. I expect you to be here," he said staring her down.

Marcus, she thought with a shiver. The guy gave her the creeps; He was forever trying to kiss her or put his hand on her leg at the dinner table, he had straight gel covered hair brown eyes, prince charming to any other girl to her the devil.

"Yes, Dad," she said, knowing she wouldn't be there.

"Get some sleep. I want you looking your best," he said as he turned and walked out.

"What an ass," Tony said as he stepped out of the wardrobe.

"Shh, he might hear you," she said. She waited to hear her father's door close so she could sneak Tony out.

"Your father. Geez, I thought mine was bad," he said with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, well, you can't pick family. Besides, when I'm nineteen I'll have my own money, I'll move out and go to university and have my own life.

"Why nineteen?" he asked curious.

"My mother left me a lot of money, but I can't access it until I'm nineteen or married. My mother knew what my dad wanted from me from birth. It was her way of protecting me, but she thought she would be around." Sorrow crept into Megara's voice.

"Why not get a job and move out?" Tony asked.

"I'm scared what my dad would do," she replied.

"Has he hit you?" Tony asked with anger in his voice.

"No! My dad would just do something to stand in the way, I know he would," Meg said.

"Are you going tomorrow?" Tony asked changing the subject.

"NO! I mean, no," she said more calmly.

"Great. Meet me instead," he said, grabbing her hand.

"What! Tony, tonight was a..." her voice trailed off.

"Don't say mistake," he said, putting a finger over her lips and pleading with his eyes.

Because it wasn't a mistake. It was amazing. I've never felt anything like it and that's not a line," he said. He looked her in the eye then kissed her softly on the lips.

"Yes," she said huskily. She was willing to agree to anything if he kept kissing her, which he did. Somewhere in the house a clock chimed, and slowly they broke apart.

"Meet me at the shed," he said, kissing her knuckles.

"Yes. You have to go. Follow me," she said. She opened her door and dragged him down stairs and to the back door.

"Be there tomorrow," he said grabbing her and kissing her neck.

"I will, I promise," she said, holding him tightly. Reluctantly, he let her go and headed home. She watched him until he was lost in the dark, then turned back and went to bed.


Chapter 2
coming soon...