Elliot Mabeuse (32 page)

She dropped her eyes and I held her for a moment longer, then I let go.

"Now take off your fucking coat."

She stripped it off and threw it on the table and stood before me like a chastened schoolgirl. Because she wasn't wearing any underwear, her nipples were plainly visible all the way down to the puffy areolas, and the way she stood with her arms at her sides and her shoulders just slightly back strongly suggested she was already offering herself.

The entire scene was like some weird pagan sacrifice.

"I was telling you Emma—I was
trying
to tell you, but I don't think it matters now—how women and men work together, males and females, because I know what you're wondering. You're wondering whether it's worth it, whether this thing you do, the way you are, whether it's really shameful or not. Whether I just lead you on and use you,

take advantage of you. Well yes. I use you and I take advantage of you, and that's just the way it works. That's just how it's supposed to work. You have something I need, and you can't use what you have unless I make you, see? That's the way it's done. That's the way it's always been."

I took her arm and pulled her towards me, my hand closing on her breast, soft and warm beneath her blouse. I brought her close so my forehead touched hers and my lips were near hers and I said, "We're safe here. No one's going to come in. I'm going to show you."

"Oh Conner, please! I'm scared here."

"Shhh. No. This is perfect. I hadn't even thought of this place, but it's perfect!"

I kissed her, open mouthed, my tongue flashing inside her cheek and Emma jumped as if I'd shocked her, but my hand massaged her breast, and as I massaged her breast, I felt my strength come to me, my certainty of who I was. The feel of her body made me real and made me know who I was, and I was with her who I always was. I knew all that just from feeling her. I still held her arm, afraid if I let her go, she might run, but I knew exactly who we were now.

"That
Herm
I showed you? In Greece, they said virgins would go out at night and make love to them, make love to the god and give him their virginity—"

"Oh Conner! No!"

"Shhh! We're not going to do that, Emma. I'm not going to make you fuck a statue. I'm going to be your herm. I'm going to be your god. You're going to make love to me!"

"Oh God!"

I laughed. "That's right, baby."

I pushed her back against the cabinets and started unbuttoning her shirt as I kissed and bit her throat, my cock hardening in my pants. Emma turned her head to the side as if trying to deny what I'd said, but her nipples were hard and growing harder, and she couldn't resist my mouth and hands upon her.

I knew her too well, knew how she liked to be sucked and bitten, but even more than that, I knew what turned her on. I knew how her mind worked and what excited her, and despite what she said, she loved it when I got an idea in my head. She loved it when I had plans for her.

It was just like I'd been trying to tell her—she walked around with all this free floating erotic energy, but she needed me to help her grab it, to filter it through my own wicked imagination and concentrate it into something hot and dirty she could feed on, something that burned with a jewel-like flame. Even in that weird environment, down in the depths of the natural history museum, surrounded by those dead and decaying gods from eons and eons ago, she couldn't resist.

In my excitement, I threw her skirt up so fast it ballooned up and parachuted down over my wrist as I reached for her. In the little interval, I'd gotten a glimpse of her total nakedness and God, that got me hot. It was an even bigger thrill to touch her and find nothing but smooth, warm skin under her skirt and think about her walking around with the air caressing her unprotected sex, her legs, the tops of her thighs, the crack of her ass. Suddenly it seemed so appropriate, what we were going to do. It was a kind of

sacrifice, a religious rite, and maybe that's why I'd come down here. I slid my fingers along her pussy and she gasped. I felt her moisture gather between her lips. She never let me down. Touch her, she responded.

"Conner, don't—" She tried to lean away from me but I held her arm. I stroked her under her skirt.

"Emma, you've got to let go. You can do this, baby. I know you can. It's just going to be a simple demonstration of how this works."

"What works, Conner? What? What are you talking about?"

I knew she was going to start thinking I was nuts. Everything was a demonstration, a lesson, but it wasn't like that. It was just love the girl, that's all it was.

Just love her and make her aware of all the love means, that's all it was.

I continued stroking her, holding her arm, my fingers working in her slit, my thumb brushing her clit. If I closed my eyes, I could be her and feel myself being held and touched. I knew what it was like to be touched like this—I don't know how, but through Emma, I knew, I felt it through her. She was getting wet now, flooding with moisture. I felt her softness like the ghost of my hardness. I knew her. She was me, my echo, my compliment, I ached for her.

"Shhh, Emma, shhh. Just come here. Just let it go, baby. Be the way you are with me. You know how I love you. That goddess inside you, Emma. You know what I mean."

"Oh God," she moaned.

She threw herself back against the cabinet as if trying to escape, trying to deny me, but she couldn't deny what I was doing to her body—the fire was already on her.

When I bent to kiss her, she turned her head away, so I sucked her breasts instead, and when I finished with her tits, I went back to her mouth. This time she was ready for me, reaching for me, needing me. Her mouth was a hungry flower waiting for her bee, and she seized me, mixing her hot breath in my mouth, panting like a little bellows, fanning my desire and igniting her own. Her chest heaved and the fire of her passion came down upon her just like that, like a dam had broken, the waters gushing forth.

I felt it. I felt her go. One minute she was fighting me, trying to hold on to her self-possession, biting at me to keep me away, and the next she was mine, a victim of her own wild passion, her mouth sucking me in, offering her breasts to me, spreading her legs and pushing her hips out, biting me again—not to keep me away now, but with feral excitement, whining and squealing as I kissed her mouth and her nipples and massaged her clit.

"Conner, don't make me, don't make me! Conner, don't make me! Please don't make me…" She chanted it over and over in a mindless, breathless litany as I kissed her and played with her and her juice ran hot into my hand and she squeezed me between trembling thighs. I had no rope to bind her but she'd learned her lessons by now and she knew not to touch me. Her hands were balled into fists at her side as I held her and loomed over her and played her like an instrument, driving her on beyond her capacity to endure.

"Yes, Emma! That's it. Get it, precious, find it for me! This is where we want you, you beauty, you goddess. Right here! Right here, baby! Now give it to me, Emma! Show

it to me. Let me see you, baby, all of you, everything you are, Emma, every fucking thing you are, slut…"

And I knew—this is what she wanted and didn't want, this is what she needed me for, to push her up and over, to make her get it and push her out of herself and love her enough to do this to her. It was just like I told her, she couldn't do this herself and neither could I. We needed each other.

"God! Conner—!"

She broke just like that, like a stick, like a bottle. She broke and it all came pouring out and I held her as she came but I didn't give her much time. I didn't take all of it, just fast, just enough. I just wanted to prime her. Even as she was shaking from orgasm, I was yanking at my belt and pushing my pants down, pulling her over to the chair.

"Come on now, Emma. I'm going to show you something dirty. I'm going to show you something so fucking filthy…"

It was garish down there in the red light. It was perfect. I sat in the chair with my cock standing straight up and I pulled her over. She was stumbling and shaking, completely disoriented, but I finally got her in position between my legs, facing away from me and I helped her push her dress up and made her hold it around her waist.

"What—? What are you doing?"

"I told you, baby. Like the virgins and the Herm. You'd going to fuck me. You're going to get me off, Emma. You're going to do me, baby. I'm going to show you your power. Your goddess power."

"Conner… What—?"

I got her in position and slid my ass forward in the chair, then I held onto her, one hand on her hip, the other on the bottom of her ass, and I pulled her down ‘til her pussy just touched the tip of my cock.

"Ooooh!"

"Hold onto the arms of the chair!" I snarled. "Hold on, Emma! I don't want you to fuck me! Just take the tip, understand? Just the head! Oh Jesus! Christ, Emma! Are you listening to me?"

I didn't think so, because she was holding her skirt knotted around her waist like she was wading into deep water, sticking her backside out and trying to sink onto my prick and that wasn't what I wanted. I slapped her ass and lifted her up and made her lean forward so I could see the dark trench of her cunt.

"Only the tip, understand? Just the tip, Emma! Just barely take me inside you.

This is Orpheus in the underworld, the power of your pussy. Make me come, goddess!"

"Oh God, I can't! It's too good, Conner!"

"Tease me, bitch! Make your master suffer!"

Emma wiggled her hips. She reached out and gripped the edge of the table, looking over her shoulder at me and repositioned herself, then slowly lowered her ass. I held her buttocks apart so I could see her use the dome of my prick to split herself, her wet inside gliding over the glans. She managed to hold herself there, right there.

"Oh Christ, Conner!"

"Yeah! Like that, baby! Just like that! Now up! Up!"

She rocked forward, pulling herself off me and her pussy closed like a purse, the walls sliding off the head of my cock. It was incredibly arousing.

"Oh, baby! It feels so dirty, Conner! Is that what you want? You want to make me feel dirty?"

"Yes, you bitch! That's exactly what I want. I want you to be my filthy dirty whore, Emma! Just for me, baby! Do it for me! Show me what a slut you are. Show me!"

I slapped her ass and she groaned with obsequious pleasure. She bit her lip, held on to her skirt and dipped down, taking the head of my cock inside her again and gasping with pleasure. She worked her hips around in a tight, hungry circle and squeezed me, then rode up again, and my eyes just about rolled back in my head with ecstasy.

"That's it, baby! That's it! Just like that! Now more, Emma! More!"

She put her hands on her knees and lowered herself again and let me penetrate her just that much, then raised herself up again, then repeated and repeated ‘til she had a steady, rocking motion going, her ass bobbing gently. The strain on her thighs must have been terrific, but once Emma knew what I wanted, she was like a possessed woman. It was all she wanted too.

I kept her skirt pushed up to the small of her back so I could watch the sight of my cock head disappearing into her, and meanwhile Emma was moaning, chanting, her teeth chattering as she caressed herself, running her hands over her hair, her breasts, down her body, her things—"Is it good, baby? You like your whore now? You like me

like this? You like me when I'm your whore, your slut, your bitch? You like seeing me take you, Conner?"

This is what I wanted from her and this was what I was trying to show her—

having her wallow in her sexuality, having her claim it with both hands, acknowledge and use it and call it her own, and never be ashamed of it again. That's what I felt in the basement of that museum under the eyes of all those decaying little gods and goddesses—the power of a man and the power of a woman united in love and sexual savagery.

"Oh Conner! I can't! My legs—! I can't do this anymore!"

"Then do it to me!" I said. "Come on, baby. Fuck me! Do it!"

Emma straightened up and leaned against me but I'd already passed my arm around her waist and half-risen out of my chair in my excitement, thrusting my hips up and impaling her on my cock, shoving all the way into her. She threw her head back and wailed with satisfaction, thrilled to be so taken after all that teasing. I sat back down on the chair and she hooked her feet around the legs, using the leverage to grind herself down upon me, crushing me into the seat with the strength of her legs as she braced her arms against the arms of the chair and pushed back against me. She was hot inside and deep, tight on me, and she sucked hard with currents she didn't control.

"Jesus, Emma! God, yes!"

I grabbed her tits to hold her against me, her flesh bulging through my fingers.

She covered my hands with hers and squeezed until it had to hurt, forcing my fingers into her breasts, but it only seemed to excite her. She squeezed me possessively inside

her, making me groan against her back. I already felt spent, overstimulated by the head-fucking she'd given me.