The Stranger (Red Hot Fantasies) (2 page)

Becca patted her arm. "Okay, I'll head into
the living room and wait while you change."

Once Becca was gone, Jan summoned the
courage and started to change. Once she had the lingerie on, she
stared at herself in the mirror. The bra pushed her breasts up and
out, making them look fuller than usual. The panties, cut high,
made her legs look longer, and with the garter belt and stockings…
she actually felt sexy.

A knock sounded on the door. "Hey, are you
almost ready?" Becca asked from the other side of the door.

Jan snatched up the blouse and pulled it on.
"I'll be out in a minute."

She buttoned the blouse, then pulled on the
skirt. She smoothed the fabric then gazed in the mirror. The
clothes fit perfectly. Of course, Becca must have told him her
size. Jan brushed her long blonde hair until it gleamed, then
grabbed her purse and touched up her lipstick.

She stepped into the black high-heeled pumps
Becca had suggested she wear this evening, then turned to the
mirror again. One last glance and she drew in a deep breath.

Okay, here goes.

* * *

With a rising sense of excitement, Jan opened
the bedroom door and walked down the stairs to the living room.

Becca put down her glass of wine and stood
up. "You look sensational. Come on. I'll get you set up in the
spare bedroom."

Jan followed her back up the stairs and into
the bedroom next to Becca's.

"Hold out your wrist," Becca said.

Jan watched Becca fasten a leather band
around her wrist. The small movement of Becca's fingertips as she
fastened the buckle tickled a little.

"Now the other one."

Jan complied. Both black wrist bands had a
metal ring attached to them. She glanced around the room and
noticed that on the wall beside the bed there were steel rings
attached about shoulder height.

"You're going to chain me up?"

Becca winked. "I wouldn't want you to have
second thoughts and run off before he gets here."

Heat shimmered through her at the thought of
being bound and helpless in the hands of this stranger.

"But don't worry. You'll have a safe word.
If you say that, he'll stop immediately and leave." Becca waggled a
finger at her. "But don't do that lightly. Part of the excitement
of the fantasy is an element of danger. So, if you say the word, he
leaves and that's it. No trying again."

Despite her nerves, her stomach knotted at
the possibility of losing out on her fantasy. "That's harsh."

Becca smiled. "I just want you to push your
limits a little. Allow yourself to be vulnerable. To really live
the fantasy. If there are no consequences, it's too easy to just
pull out. And no taking off the blindfold. Okay?"

"Okay."

"So what do you want to use as a safe word,"
Becca asked as she attached a harbinger clip to one leather strap
and attached it to a ring on the wall, then the other.

"I don't know. How about 'cookie'?" Jan
tugged at the leather around her wrists now holding them firmly to
the wall about a foot from her shoulders.

"Okay, 'cookie' it is." Becca picked up a
black cloth from a table. "Now for the blindfold."

It was a long strip of dense black lace. She
tied it around Jan's eyes, cocooning her in darkness.

"I've already texted him so he's going to be
here in a minute. I'm going downstairs to let him in. You'll be
alone here for a few minutes. You okay?"

It was dark and Jan's stomach tightened at
the thought of being in the room alone and helpless, but she really
wanted to live out her fantasy. And she trusted Becca.

"I'll be fine."

"Good girl. So, after I go, the next thing
you'll hear will be your fantasy stranger coming into the
room."

Jan heard Becca's footsteps, then the door
open and close. The darkness and silence loomed around her and her
heart thundered in her chest.

Oh, God, in a moment a strange man is going
to come in here and…

The door opened and someone stepped inside.
Her heart rate accelerated.

The stranger
. Her fantasy
stranger.

She could feel his hot gaze gliding over
her. Goose bumps danced along her flesh and her breasts ached as
the nipples swelled against the confines of her bra. He could
probably see the nubs pushing at the thin silk of her blouse. The
blouse he had picked out for her.

She could sense his presence. Hear the sound
of his footfalls as he approached. He was close now. She drew in a
deep breath. Very close. She could feel the warmth of his body near
hers, his breath lightly brushing her cheek.

Her insides quivered. She hadn't realized it
would be so intense. Not seeing him. Not knowing who he was. Not
knowing when—

She gasped as his lips brushed her collar
bone. Firm yet teasing.

"You are mine. You know that," he murmured,
his deep, sexy voice sending a shiver down her spine. His lips
fluttered along her neck, then moved away. Wisps of hair danced
against her temple as his warm breath caressed her cheek.

Oh, God, she was really doing this. There
was a real man here. A total stranger. And he could do anything he
wanted to her.

"I'm going to possess you. Strip you naked
and touch you everywhere. Do whatever I want to you." He leaned
closer. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

Her heart skipped a beat as she thought
about his strong masculine hands peeling away her clothes, then
roaming over her body. Excitement quivered through her.

Sex with a stranger.
She had yearned
to live out this fantasy for a long time. The need had haunted
her.

Now, it would come true.

His finger traced down the neckline of her
blouse, then tugged a little on the fabric when he reached the
bottom of the V. The top button released and she felt the cool air
of the room caress the swell of her breasts.

"A sexy black bra, I see. I like that."

She could hear the smile in his deep, sexy
voice. It sent warmth flooding through her.

She could feel the heat of him as he leaned
closer. His raspy cheek brushed against her neck and his lips
nuzzled her collar bone.

His fingers played along the neckline of her
blouse and—she gasped at the sound of the fabric ripping open. Cool
air wafted across her chest.

"Black silk. Lovely."

His fingers glided along the top of one cup,
then continued over the smooth fabric. Her hard nipple throbbed as
he grazed over it.

He chuckled. "Beautiful." He stroked her
aching nub again, sending lightning pleasure spiking through her.
"You're very turned on."

His lips, warm and firm, brushed against
hers, then began to move. Gently. Her lips moved with his as
quivers of excitement rippled through her. His tongue glided along
the seam of her lips. Then drove inside. It filled her mouth,
thrusting deep. His fingers curled around her neck and he drew her
closer. When his lips parted from hers, she whimpered at the
loss.

He nuzzled her neck, sending goose bumps
dancing along her flesh. He laughed warmly. "You really want
this."

Oh God, yes. She wanted this bad.

He captured her lips again with his
masterful mouth and his tongue filled her. This time, she opened
for him, relaxing into his invasion. His firm tongue thrust in and
out, in and out, until her heart pounded and she could barely
breathe. His tongue filled her, then withdrew a little. She wanted
him deep again, but he didn't thrust forward. She whimpered and
nudged his tongue with hers, trying to coax him further. He glided
a little deeper, but stopped. Damn. She sucked, pulling as hard as
she could. He groaned, then relented. His tongue thrust into her,
filling her again. Filling her mouth like she wanted him to fill
her more private opening.

He thrust several more times, storming her
mouth until she was gasping, then he withdrew.

"God, you are so sexy. And that mouth of
yours is so talented," he murmured.

He moved away, she didn't know how far, then
she jumped as she felt his hot mouth on the swell of her breast.
His finger stroked the top of the cup again, then he pulled it
down. His lips surrounded her pebbled aureole, his tongue flicking
her hard nub.

"Oh, God," she whimpered.

He tugged down the other cup, exposing her
second nipple to the cool air, then covered it with his mouth and
sucked. His fingers found the first nipple, still slick with his
saliva. He toyed with it, sending wild spikes of sensation through
her, shooting straight to her pussy.

This man—this
stranger
—was licking
and… oh, God, sucking, on her nipple. Leaving her trembling in
need.

"You like that?"

"God, yes. Please, more."

He chuckled. "I think it's time you give me
a little something,"

His mouth captured hers again, his tongue
dancing inside, thrusting until she wanted to swoon.

Then he stepped back.

Where was he? Somewhere in the darkness, but
she needed him back. She needed him to touch her. She heard the
rustle of clothing.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice
pleading. Whatever he wanted, she'd give him, because she wanted
him to touch her again.

He released the clips holding her wrists to
the rings on the wall.

"This." His hand slid around her head and
drew it forward, and down. Her cheek brushed against hard,
muscular—and naked—flesh. He turned her head until her lips brushed
his skin, then guided her mouth sideways. She felt a bead-hard nub
under her lips. She covered it with her mouth and licked, then
sucked the nipple. He groaned, pulling her face tighter to his
solid chest. She sucked more, then rested her hands against his
broad chest. Her fingers found his other nipple and she squeezed it
between her fingertips, then lightly kissed sideways until she
found it with her mouth, then sucked.

"Yes, God. That's it."

At his encouragement, she sucked harder, and
he groaned. She wanted to laugh out loud, loving the fact she was
giving him pleasure. Her hand drifted down his taut stomach, over
ridged abs, until she felt a leather belt, then jeans. She stroked
over the denim and the impressive bulge growing there. She sucked
his nipple again, excitement rippling through her at the catch in
his breath.

She glided her other hand down and fumbled
as she tried to release his belt buckle. He brushed her hands aside
and she heard a clink, then the sound of a zipper gliding open. He
took her hand and pressed it to the denim again. She stroked over
his bulge, her fingertips finding the opening in the fabric. She
slid her hand inside.

"Oh, God," she murmured as she felt hot,
hard flesh stretched over a shaft as hard as marble. An
enormous
shaft.

He chuckled and wrapped his hand around her
head and pressed downward again. She sank to a crouching position
in front of him, and drew his cock from his pants, wishing she
could see the monster. She stroked his big cock in her hand,
satisfying herself with imagining what it would look like. The big,
bulbous head like a mushroom, veins pulsing along the shaft. She
slid one hand downward to his balls. Hairless.

She stroked his shaft, gliding up and down.
Then she wrapped her hand tight around him, cupping his balls with
her other hand, and drew that big cock-head to her face. It brushed
her cheek. His musky male aroma filled her nostrils, sending heat
pumping through her. She slid his cock along her cheek to her
mouth, then licked the tip. A warm, salty drop of liquid oozed
against her tongue. She opened wide and wrapped her lips around
him. He groaned and pushed inside until his big cock-head filled
her mouth. She squeezed him.

"Ohhh." His deep groan excited her.

Big fingers caressed her breast, then
brushed against her straining nipple. Delicious sensations danced
through her as she pushed forward, taking him deeper. He was huge,
but she relaxed her muscles, allowing his shaft to push deep into
her throat.

"Fuck, yeah."

He drew back, then pushed into her throat
again. His fingers glided around her head and he thrust in and out
of her mouth until she gagged. Immediately, he stopped.

"Sorry, baby. I got carried away."

But she didn't care. Molten desire flooded
through her, making her feel wanton and brash. "No, do it. Fuck my
mouth. Come in my mouth. Show me how much you want me. Let me taste
your desire."

"Oh, God." He clung to her head and pushed
inside, but gently this time.

His cock glided in and out of her mouth like
a piston. Filling her, then drawing away, then filling her again.
Her fingers curled around his muscular butt while his hands cupped
her head. Gliding his cock into her. Her mouth stretched around
him. She squeezed and he groaned. He sped up, his body tensing.

"I'm going to come."

She squeezed tighter around his hard cock
and it exploded, hot liquid flooding her mouth. The sound of his
groan quivered through her as he continued to drill into her, still
gushing, hot semen seeping from her lips.

He slowed, then finally stopped. His big
cock softened, then slipped from her lips.

"Damn, that was fucking hot."

His hands grasped her shoulders and he
turned her body, then she felt herself tumble backward. She gasped,
but fell against something soft. The bed. Long, masculine fingers
wrapped around her thighs and he pressed them wide, then she felt
the mattress compress and his muscular legs press between them. His
knees pressed her legs wider apart. Hot hands covered her breasts
and gently squeezed.

"You have incredible breasts." His mouth
found her nipple and he sucked.

She cried out at the exquisite pleasure.

Fingertips danced down her stomach, then
glided along the waistband of her panties. They dipped underneath,
then with a sudden wrench, he tore them from her body.