Dizzy's Story (2 page)

She looked a bit red in the face when she read the notes from two different people. One was from the waitress herself, with her name and phone number. If she were not talking to a beautiful specimen of manhood, she might have been flattered by the waitress’s actions.

Dizzy never got mad when a few women mistook her for a lesbian.

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After all, she did not exactly dress like a party girl. Wearing tiny short skirts with her figure was just asking for ridicule. Her skirts were always around five inches above her knee and usually had a slit on the side if the skirt was tight. Her chest was a matter of fact, and if she tried to cover the twins up completely she would look thirty pounds heavier. So she wore blouses that framed the curves of her breasts.

Men rarely introduced themselves to her eyes first, anyway. However, the other note pertained to her companion. “Do you know a Lila?”

He looked around for the woman in question. She was glaring at him from the middle of the room, and Dizzy could see that not only was the woman mad at him, her mouth trembled as if she were holding back tears.

“The note says she needs to talk to you privately and would I mind. I have to tell you I am not happy with the situation.” She glared at the stranger. “I am not going to get in a bitch fight over a man I just met, Jon, so you need to tell me what’s going on here or you need to go talk to her.”

His jaw tightened, and he swung his gaze on Dizzy. “She and I were an item back in September. She has been stalking me since I broke up with her for cheating on our relationship. And no, I do not want to talk with her or see her. I really want to know you.” He let the anger go from his gorgeous blue eyes and gave her a smile from those sexy lips. “How about we go somewhere else and talk?”

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She agreed and picked up her purse, allowing him to take her hand and lead her out of The Club. She had taken a cab to The Club because she knew she might be drinking too much to be a safe driver later in the night. He led her to his car. It was a Hummer, and he had to give her a boost to get into the passenger side. Well, if she was truthful, she could have used the step provided and the grab bar to get in on her own, but why, if she could feel a man’s strength while he assisted her? She smiled to herself, thinking how pitiful it was she had fallen into a cheap thrill. That slender body was all muscle. Her hands grasped his arms when he half lifted her into the vehicle. He didn’t get those muscles from selling real estate. The chivalry made her feel very feminine and petite. She thought she could get used to that feeling.

They drove around the city, and he talked about some of his clients without mentioning names. He asked her what she did, and they discussed her business, and she had him laughing out loud with her trials and tribulations of manufacturing and marketing her own line of bath and cosmetics products. She confessed about developing a new cream for hiding age spots, she had tried to use the stuff on a brown mole on her own skin and it had burned a hole around the mole, leaving the skin around the mole raw and blistered. But the mole was fine, standing proudly like a little brown island in a sea of red, blistered skin. “It was embarrassing to go to the hospital to get a shot to counteract my own formula.”

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He shared a story about screwing up one of his first deals selling warehouse space. He shook his head as he reminisced about “the early days.”

They discussed their favorite foods and movies and found that neither of them were fans of horror flicks. Sushi was bait to Dizzy, and he loved the stuff. She liked chocolate, and he was a caramel lover. His favorite dog was a poodle. She laughed at the picture that popped into her mind of the very masculine man walking a mincing little dog until he corrected her and told her it was a standard poodle that he was referring to. She liked big, solid dogs like yellow Labradors, but since she was working all the time with chemicals and stuff she couldn’t have a dog with her at work, and it would be unfair of her to cage a dog all day for sometimes twelve hours at a time. He told her that he frequently flew out of state, twice a month, and sometimes liked to vacation in Italy. She loved Germany. The people were mostly, nice and the country was really not much different than the scenery right here.

Dizzy learned that Jon was thirty-four years old and that he had a younger half brother named Rob that lived in Florida for now. Jon kept up the talk about his little brother, and Dizzy found herself envious of the love and companionship that the two brothers obviously shared.

Finally he asked her if she would spend the rest of the night with him. Dizzy considered him for a long minute and agreed. She wanted to know him in every way. They had so much in common that she wanted to learn more. Like a greedy kid in a candy aisle, she wanted to know how each facet of this wonderful man tasted.

The house was beautiful. She was not crazy about the gated atmosphere of the suburb, but she did understand that some people needed the security and peacefulness such a place provided. His home sat on a cul-de-sac and was one of only two homes on that street. He led her into the kitchen through the garage door, and she fell in love with the gleaming room. Stainless-steel appliances were everywhere.

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The countertops were granite, and the warm gray tone was a perfect foil for the satin-finish stainless. Her hands wanted to explore every nook and drawer of the room.

He took her hand and led her into his living room, urging her to sit on the low, overstuffed leather couch. The furnishings in this room were an invitation to sit back and relax. And that is just what Dizzy did, kicking her shoes off and curling her legs up next to her so her body leaned toward him when he sat close. His arm curled around her and pulled her closer, and when he got her close, his fingers trailed up and down the side of her breast. A finger seeking mischief rasped across her nipple and then retreated to continue trailing around the side of her breast. His full lips grazed her mouth, and he drew back a bit before continuing to ask her if she was okay with this.

“I know this sounds like a line, but for some reason I really want to know how we are together. I feel so…connected? With you. If that makes any sense.” Dizzy pushed herself into his kiss and laid her body across his lap, her arms holding his head to her while they drowned each other in full-out face fucking. His tongue slid through her teeth and stabbed at her throat, and her lips puckered tightly to squeeze his tongue like her body would squeeze his cock. His hands were filled with her full breasts, and he applied pressure to the fleshy globes, squeezing and releasing. Then his finger and thumb pinched her nipple. The pressure and then squeeze got firmer as her breathing became labored. The pinching became almost painful, yet she loved the feeling.

He broke off the kisses and moved his hands from her breasts.

When her hands started releasing his belt and going for his zipper, he grabbed her little hands and kissed them before holding them down on his thigh. Taking a deep breath, he wiped his hand over his face and shook his head. “Dizzy, we need to talk before this goes any further.”

It took Dizzy a few seconds to come back from the edge of reason and see that he was serious. He wanted to talk, damn. Well, okay, they would talk, then they would fuck or she would scream bloody murder.

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He toyed with her hair and looked into her eyes. His hand was making small circles on her tummy. “You need to know that I saw you tonight and wanted you, and I planned to bring you here and have you. What you also need to know is that I like sex a bit rough, but you do not need to fear me. I will not cause you harm of any kind.” His fingers traveled up to her right breast and pulled on her nipple, pinching it. “You will enjoy everything we do, and if I do something to you that you cannot handle or flatly refuse to experience, I will stop right then. I will take you home and leave you alone.” His eyes never left hers as he spoke.

Dizzy was excited. Finally, a man that had a dominant gene in his gene pool! She felt her vagina tighten and send its own natural lube flowing. She wanted to reassure him that she would be on board with whatever he wanted to show her. Her luck with men seemed to have changed for the better. Somewhere buried in the back of her brain she knew she should be more cautious, but she buried it deeper and leaned up for more kisses.

Her hand buried itself in his thick hair and pulled him toward her hungry mouth. “Anything, anything you want, show me,” she pleaded. He pulled her up and started removing her clothing. His hungry eyes feasted on her bountiful breasts, and he unsnapped the bra clip himself, anxious to unwrap her body for his eyes. He grabbed a handful of her hair and led her into the hall and down a set of steps into a very modern spa room. His fist let go of her hair. “Go into that room. When you are ready, come out and lie down on the daybed. I will be back soon, so no wasting too much time or I will have to punish you for taking more time than you really need.” After that stern warning, he smacked her ass and walked back the way they had come from.

Dizzy stood in that spot. What had she gotten herself into? She looked around and quickly identified the small steam room, the hot tub, and a massage table. The daybed was on the far wall.
Hmm, not
much to worry about here.
She followed his directions and went into a
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large bathroom.
This is good.
With the way her cunt was gushing creamy juices since she first met him, she was happy to be able to thoroughly wash the drying liquids from her thighs and pussy. She finished undressing and reached for the razor on the shelf.
Why not?

She wanted something new and shivered at the memory of his voice telling her how he wanted to please her. She almost dropped the razor when she heard music start.

She had read many erotic romances and loved the things. In almost all of them the dominant male played classical music as he tormented his submissive into the best sex of her life. This was not classical. This music was death metal. Angry and discordant, it was not her first choice of music genre. She actually was a closet country-and-western fan. Her favorite was just mainstream R & B. But she did listen to metal for no other reason than to be able to say she did. She turned on the shower and made certain the water was warm enough to loosen her tight nerves. This better be worth all the trouble I am going through, she told herself. She started listening to the music and was shocked to hear words in the unfettered tune. Like subliminal messages, the words made her sit up and pay attention.

“Tonight will be a ‘lay you down, tie you up, and fuck you’ night, baby. I’m gonna stick you to the wall and fuck, lick, and suck you, baby. When I got you tied and roped, you will be mine forever, baby.”

She had to listen closely to the music to hear the words because they got quieter. The words and the music together really made her nerves jump. When she could discern no more lyrics, she hopped into the shower and lathered up her body. Abusing the showerhead was not appealing right now. Making herself orgasm before the actual fact seemed like cheating. So she finished her shower quickly.

She wrapped herself in a large, fluffy bath sheet and went into the spa room. The daybed seemed out of place in the room, but she lay down and relaxed on the comfortable mattress. She could feel her vaginal muscles pulling tightly, the promise of sexual satisfaction making her body prepare itself in anticipation. She must have dozed a
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bit, and she woke to the view of a naked male chest next to the bed.

She smiled at Jon’s handsome face and let her eyes travel over his muscled chest and arms.

Hmm, now this was worth all the trouble of preparing for
. She especially liked the nipple jewelry in a gold-and-black color. Leaning toward his chest, she could see the little crossbones, unusual without the normal skull accompanying the pirate logo. But she liked it. The dark line of hair starting between his pecs and then trailing down into his sweats made her mouth water just imagining her lips following that trail. He stood quietly, letting her check out the goods.

Jon joined her on the bed and made love to her mouth. There was simply no other way for Dizzy to describe it. He licked her lips and traced their outer rim with his tongue. Then he sucked her bottom lip and then the top. He speared his tongue into the seam between them and licked his way on a tour of her mouth. His agile tongue even caressed her gums and cheeks. Who knew that would make her pussy cry foul? It wanted all that tender attention for itself and gushed its juice to prove it. He finally gave up the cavern of her mouth. “I hate to leave your beautiful mouth, but there is more for me to explore, and I can hardly wait to bury my cock deep inside everywhere I can find to put it.”

He sat up and pulled her to the side of the bed, stood her up, and led her to what she thought was a massage table. The closer she got the more certain she was that this was a physician’s examining table.

She sat as he directed her to, and he fastened leather cuffs on her wrists. Laying her down, he kissed her again and pulled her arms above her head and fastened the cuffs to the head of the table. Telling her to remain still for a minute, he left her and came back with a beautiful chain between his hands. His lips sucked and kissed her nipples like a man starved. Then he
bit
her. She yelped. “I told you how I am, cupcake, so you still coming along for the ride? Because I love these beauties. I want to suck them like a starving baby and fuck them like I plan on fucking your wet pussy.”

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Dizzy nodded her head. She did not have to tell him she kind of liked the pinch of his teeth on her nipple. The way she was moaning, the neighbors would know how much she liked it if they could hear her. He was smiling confidently as he bent to kiss her again.