Made For Sex (18 page)

“I don't think so.” He signaled the waiter for the dinner check.

“Jeff,” Carla said, placing her hand over his, “tell me. That's what I'm here for.”

“We both know what you're here for. So let's get to your place and do that.”

“You don't have to tell me what's upsetting you,” Carla said, “but I doubt that it's as bad as you think it is.” Jeff sat silently staring into his coffee. “I saw which picture turned you on. That's Bethann and she was asleep when the burglar broke in. Do you know what he's going to do?”

Jeff's hand trembled under hers as she continued her story. “He's going to hold her down, feel her struggles, force her to bend to his will. She's afraid that she will be unable to fend him off.” She was as excited by her recitation as Jeff obviously was.

“You're talking about rape,” he said.

“Yes. But this is fantasy rape, not intended to actually hurt or do anything that Bethann's not willing to do.”

“Fantasy rape, real rape. It's wrong however you define it.”

“You know, nothing that goes on only in your mind is bad.”

Jeff slowly raised his eyes and looked at Carla. “I wish I could believe that.”

“You've got a fantasy. You want to rape a woman. Well not rape exactly. You don't want to really hurt her, just have her pretend to resist so you can subdue her. Force her. Right?”

The waiter arrived with the check, took Jeff's credit card, and disappeared.

“More people than you might imagine have rape fantasies,” Carla continued. “As a matter of fact, I've always wanted to be ravished. Held down so that I couldn't move.”

Jeff gazed into Carla's eyes. “You mean that, don't you?”

“I really do. While I was having that picture taken, I was thinking about the man who would tear off Bethann's clothes.”

“Will Bethann fight the burglar?” he asked softly.

“She'll fight very hard.”

“She'll know that he won't really hurt her, but she'll fight anyway? Struggle and try to get away?”

“Yes,” Carla whispered. “Let's just be clear about two things. First, ‘popcorn' is the safe word. If either of us says that, everything stops. And second, you'll use a condom even if it's out of character.”

Jeff looked into her eyes, believing that this might actually happen. “Popcorn. Everything stops.” He pulled out his wallet and slipped five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills into the black leather envelope. “I understand.”

They traveled to the brownstone in silence and Carla motioned to Jeff to wait downstairs. She ran to the closet then back downstairs and handed Jeff some loose-fitting black sweatpants and a black turtleneck shirt. “When the light goes out, Bethann will be in bed, asleep. There has never been a burglary here, you know, but Bethann has always been worried.”

Carla hurried back upstairs and pulled off her clothes. Knowing that many men have fantasies about ravishing a woman, she and Ronnie had adjusted several pieces of lingerie by clipping a few threads to make them almost fall apart if someone yanked. She slipped on a specially prepared kelly green charmeuse short gown, climbed into bed, pulled the sheets up to her chin, and turned out the light.

Minutes later she saw a dark form slip through the doorway. Light suddenly filled the room and a hand pressed across her mouth, forcing her against the mattress. “Don't scream,” the voice hissed. His other arm snaked across her belly, pinning her down. “I just want your jewelry.”

She struggled, trying to get free but he was too strong. But she had to be sure he understood the rules. “Popcorn,” she mumbled. Reluctantly, he eased the pressure against her mouth and stood up. Carla stared into Jeff's eyes, deep blue against his black turtleneck. “You understand.”

He nodded and she smiled. She slid across the bed, away from him. “Don't hurt me,” she whimpered. “I'll tell you where all my jewelry is.”

He watched her heaving chest. “I've changed my mind,” he said in a menacing tone. “I've decided I don't want your jewelry. I want you.”

“No, please,” Carla said, getting into her part. Even pretending, the danger felt incredibly real and exciting. Her heart pounded as she grabbed the sheet and held it against her breasts.

Jeff crossed the room and theatrically closed the door. “You're not getting away,” he said, “but you can try, of course.”

“Don't hurt me,” Carla said in a tiny voice.

“I won't hurt you unless you resist.” He grabbed Carla's wrist and dragged her across the bed. He tangled his hand in her short hair and pulled her head back.

Carla's eyes widened. His hand in her hair hurt, but the discomfort excited her. She tried to twist her head to avoid Jeff's mouth which was slowly descending on her, but his hold in her hair allowed her almost no movement. She used her fists to pound on his chest, but it was like hitting a board. His mouth captured hers and molten heat flowed through her lips. Somehow it wasn't just a kiss, it was possession.

Jeff climbed onto the bed and straddled Carla's hips, effectively pinning her to the bed. He leaned forward, pressing his forearms on hers and holding her head with both hands in her hair. “You're mine,” he growled, “whether you want it or not.”

“Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone you broke in here.” Real tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. “Please.”

“Not a chance, lady,” Jeff said. His mouth moved over her face, licking her eyelids and nipping at her earlobes. “I can do anything I want and you've got no way to stop me.” He grabbed the front of her green nightgown and pulled. The fabric parted easily, leaving Carla naked.

She had to get away. She relaxed for a moment, then with a burst of energy, she arched her back and pulled her arms free. As Carla lay on the bed panting Jeff suddenly needed to get out of his clothes. He pulled the dark turtleneck over his head and tossed it on the floor. His pants and shorts followed and, erect and huge, he climbed back on top of his victim. “You've had enough time to contemplate what's going to happen.”

Again Jeff grabbed her wrists and held her arms above her head. He devoured her mouth, forcing his tongue inside to duel with hers, rubbing his naked, lightly furred chest sinuously against her chest. “Nice,” he rumbled. He released her wrists and held her head as he kissed her face and neck.

“No,” Carla yelled, dragging her fingernails across Jeff's back. “Let me go.”

“A regular wildcat,” he said. He used the weight of his body to pin Carla to the bed, then slapped her hard across her thigh.

His handprint stung, but it also increased the heat in her groin. It was hard to fight against being raped when being possessed by him was exactly what Carla wanted.

Again and again he slapped her until his hand began to sting. “Had enough?” he asked.

Carla nodded, blinked hard. “Just don't make me…you know. I'm a nice girl. I've never been with anyone but my husband. Don't force me. Please.”

“Ah,” Jeff said, “but I will do just that.” He slipped on a condom, then held his hard cock at the entrance to Carla's pussy. Sensuously, he rubbed it against her clit. “You say you don't want me,” he said. “I'm a rapist, forcing you to accommodate me, but your body is wet. You must be very evil.”

“I'm not wet. I don't want you.” She struggled, dragging her fingernails down Jeff's back and across one shoulder. Bright red tracks appeared down his skin.

“Your body says different.” He guided his turgid erection to her opening and pushed. “And you can't stop me anyway.” He pressed his hips forward and drove his cock into her. “You're wet and wide open so I can fuck you.” His fantasy was so real that he lost control, pounding into his victim until he arched his back and spurted semen deep inside of her in shuddering pulses. Panting, he collapsed on top of her.

Carla stroked his back and ran her fingers through his hair. “That was so good,” she whispered.

“It was unbelievable,” he said, his body limp and exhausted. The scratches on his back stung. He rolled to one side and Carla walked, naked, to the bathroom. She returned with some antiseptic and applied some to his back and shoulder.

He looked at the welt on one side of his chest. “I'll enjoy looking at that for days,” he said, running one finger over the mark.

“I'm glad. I was afraid of doing damage.”

“And I'm really sorry if I hit you too hard.”

“You didn't.”

Jeff put his clothes on. “Thanks for a fantastic evening,” he said. “May I call you again?”

“Of course. Bethann will always be here, as well as any other women you want to be with.”

“I'm glad. You'll be hearing from me.”

As the winter waned, Carla and Ronnie spent one day every week sharing experiences, since they were the only ones with whom they could discuss their flourishing business. Each Monday Carla packed her boys off to school, tidied the house after the weekend, and then drove into the city. Ronnie discovered R & R's Gourmet Take-out and each week she picked up a luxurious luncheon, usually a pasta salad and one of the unusual breads for which R & R's was famous. When she returned to the brownstone, she selected a bottle of fine wine from the cellar and made sure that it was the proper temperature.

One Monday, after a particularly sumptuous meal of prosciutto and cantaloupe, rottini and mushroom salad, and crusty, hot sesame bread, Carla and Ronnie slipped off their shoes and stretched out at opposite ends of the living room sofa, their bare feet on the coffee table. “That was a particularly good Sauvignon Blanc,” Carla said.

“You know, six months ago you wouldn't have known it was a Sauvignon. You've grown, you know.”

“I know. Every now and then I say something to my mother and she gives me that look. You know the ‘I didn't teach you that so how could you possibly understand it' look.”

“Oh yes, I know it well.” She sipped her second glass of the full, flavorful wine. “Carla, I have something I'd like to discuss with you.”

“Sure, shoot.” Carla set her glass down and her body became more alert.

“Occasionally one of my friends makes a request that I'm not sure I can fulfill.” She toyed with the stem of her wineglass.

“Are you getting coy with me?” Carla asked.

“No, but this is a bit unusual and it involves you.” Heat flushed Ronnie's cheeks.

“You're blushing. I don't believe it.”

Ronnie laughed. “Neither do I. Anyway, I've been getting together with one friend every month or so for years. He enjoys selecting erotic stories from magazines, scenes from novels, things like that, reading them to me, then acting them out. He's very creative and I've learned a lot from him and his stories.” She sipped her wine.

“You're working up your courage, Ronnie. I can tell. Just remember there's nothing you can ask or tell me that will change our friendship.”

“Thanks. He read me a story about two women involved in a torrid love scene. In the story, a man first watches, then joins in their lovemaking.”

“Oh,” Carla said, suddenly uncomfortable.

“I really didn't know how to broach the subject to you since we've never even mentioned that type of sex. If it turns you off, let's drop it right now.”

“You obviously didn't say no to him or we wouldn't be discussing it now.”

Ronnie sighed. “No, I didn't.”

“Have you ever been with another woman?” Carla asked, in a small voice.

“Yes,” Ronnie said. “In college. Although we were roommates, even you didn't know.”

“No,” Carla said, surprise showing in her voice. “Who?”

“Remember Evelyn Sage?”

“The gorgeous blonde with the tremendous eyes and great skin. She had the most fantastic breasts as I recall. I always wondered whether they were hers or silicone.”

Ronnie laughed. “She was fantastic looking all over, wasn't she? They were her own. Anyway, we had been in several of the same classes and we got together to study on occasion. Somewhere during our junior year she casually mentioned to me that she thought I was very attractive and she wondered whether I felt the same way about her. One thing led to another, and another, and another. Anyway, we had been together only a few times when I met Sid.”

“I remember him. You and he got pretty heavy for a while.”

“We certainly did. He was into skin. Used to love to give me back rubs with scented oils. But while we were dating, I didn't see Evelyn and by the time Sid and I broke up, she was with someone else.”

“Did you enjoy it with her?” Carla asked.

“Very much,” Ronnie answered. “It was new and different and very sensual. I've been with several women since then, always brief flings. I assume you've never done anything like that.”

“Never,” Carla said, sipping her wine. “This is hard to admit but I guess I've always been a little curious.”