sight of them filled her with both appreciation and disdain. Well, at least she wanted to feel annoyed. Offended. But… Who wouldn’t want flowers from a successful, attractive attorney who could fuck his ass off?
Me, apparently.
Her heart and thoughts raced about like drug addicts on a high. The card attached simply said, ‘Let me put you in my cage.’
…Son of a bitch.
To the untrained eye, one may not have noticed his little jeweled joke he added to the bouquet. Most would have missed it, but she sure didn’t. The tiny pair of silver handcuffs, small enough to fit a Barbie Doll’s wrists dangling from the white silk ribbon. Her heart beat a mile a minute at the thought of the words on the card. She tossed it aside, face down. That won’t get rid of the words. They are there forever. Her body prickled with sweat, a peppering of fear seasoned her thoughts, and excitement consumed her. She could almost smell the man, feeling as if she’d just seen him. His intoxicating cologne, natural scent and sweat all mingled together created a mind-altering concoction. The memory resurfaced, overwhelming. He was so virile, so demeaning, so crazy and stunning… His words still haunted her…
He told me as he gently choked me that night, while riding me hard from the back, ‘Your terror tastes beautiful…’
His sweat was all over me, baptizing me in all that he was and hoped to be and I picked up my scent in traces along the hardness of his jaw, the length of his collar bones, his lips and Adam’s apple… I can’t get over his smell… I missed it, craved it. I keep coming back to that because it hooked me. Damn. He smelled so good, like fresh spring rain and new leather, amber mist and loathsome lust… What cologne was he wearing? I’m usually good at figuring out that sort of thing… Whatever it was, the slimy snake has great taste in fragrances. Expensive. Worth every penny. He takes good care of himself but without going overboard, I bet. It’s a turn off for a man to spend hours grooming. I loved his hair, too. It was dark, soft, and had an attractive, becoming cut. His hair felt like ebony feathers dragging across my skin as he kissed up and down my body. He kissed me like I meant something to him… Like I was worthy to be praised.
He told me I was beautiful after he bit my ass then fucked me hard in it… and I believed him. A beautiful liar he is… leaving a trail of pain. Making me crave more.
His hands were kind of rough, yet that turned me on, too. What’s a lawyer doing with calloused hands? I didn’t want to ask because the more I knew about him, the more I’d want to know, and curiosity always kills the cat. Endless cycle of inquisitiveness.
Fascinating, though. His body… fucking amazing… Solid, hard muscles…Long limbs, toned… A legend in the art of seduction. Damn, he can kiss. His lips! Plush yet firm. But the star of the show? That motherfucker’s dick! Good God!
She flopped back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the ceiling.
I remember it so well, every single detail. It was so damn long and wide as hell, a little darker than the rest of his body with thick veins running up the length. His cock was truly striking. The damn thing was magnificent. I mean, it really, truly was. Can a dick be beautiful? His was. I throbbed for days after he was finished with me, and that gave me some sort of sick, twisted comfort. I can’t even explain it. I have told none of my friends about this and don’t plan to; they wouldn’t understand. No one I know would, but they’ve noticed I was acting different for a week or two after my rendezvous with Raze. He fucked me clear out of my mind. Best of all, his sword isn’t just big. That motherfucker knows how to use that shit. Every breathtaking inch.
I thought about that asshole’s mouth and dick, his hands and body for the longest after we’d parted ways. It was like a sickness! He’d left me high, and when I came off that high, I crashed hard. My pussy was sore from stroking it all damn day in his memory… I wanted more of him. I hated him for that. He was to blame. How could someone who treated me so coldly make