TornByLove (7 page)

Marilyn Lee

©2008 Marilyn Lee

I have just about worn out the all-too-brief clip you sent
.

I lie awake at night thinking about all the things I'd love to do to that pretty pussy of yours. I need and want more. I know you do too. Isn’t it time for the real thing? If you're ready to take this to the next level and want to see my cock up close and personal…if you want to feel it slowly sliding between the bald lips of your pussy, let me spend the night lying between your long, beautiful, dark thighs, loving and fucking you until you're limp with pleasure
.

The suggestive words seemed to leap off her computer monitor and sear themselves into Kassidy Green’s brain. Moistening her lips, she read on.

If the thought of spending the night with me buried balls deep inside your stretched pussy arouses you as much as it does me, meet me. I’ve taken care of all the arrangements. All you need to do is show up. When you do, I promise you'll be safe. When we part, you’ll leave very satisfied.

Meet me, Siddy. I dare you. Jake
.

The thought of his thick cock thrusting inside her made her feel hot and very wet. Meeting in person the man she'd been having an uninhibited cyber affair with would have been out of the question. If only he hadn't dared her. She'd been foolish to reveal her difficulty in resisting a dare. Did she have the courage to meet Jake and bring their relationship into the real world?

She pawed at her neck and frowned when her fingers didn’t encounter the small emerald pendant she’d worn for years. When she noted the stone turning a dark green in the presence of coworker Nick Hart, she’d stopped wearing it. Seven months later, she still missed its comforting weight around her neck.

“Are you going to meet him?”

At the sound of the warm, deep voice near her right ear, Kassidy quickly closed the e-mail. Her cheeks burning, she turned in her chair to face the man who stood in the opening of her cubicle.

Tall and well built, Nick Hart had short, auburn hair and a pair of beautiful green eyes. With his physique, he looked equally as sexy in the dark business suits he wore at work as he did in the jeans and pullovers he wore after hours. Sexy? Beautiful? Beguiling?
Get a grip, girl
.

She and Nick had become programmers right after college at Semi-Tech within months of each other, seven years earlier. Their friendship had developed over a nine-month period when they'd put in long hours, working late nights and several weekends to help the company land a lucrative government contract.

Her best friend, Trina, often teased her about being the only one in their circle of friends to befriend what she'd called a semi-gorgeous white guy. Initially, Trina's characterization of Nick as semi-gorgeous had surprised Kassidy. When compared to her lover -- the tall, ebony-skinned hunk, Steven -- Nick and every other male paled in comparison.

However, after her unwanted break-up with Steven, she had began to notice Nick's stunning smile, his sexy eyes, and his warm, deep voice that sent shivers down her spine, regardless of his topic of conversation. Lately, each time she gazed into his beguiling green eyes, thoughts of his cock powering between her thighs, into her pussy, teased and aroused her. Those thoughts, combined with her pendant turning what her grandmother had termed a true lover’s green in his presence, left her wondering why they weren’t friends with benefits.

“Kass? Why are you staring?”

“Staring?" She blinked. "Was I?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Yes. You were. Any particular reason why?”

None she was ready to reveal to him. “My mind wandered.” She glanced at her watch. “It's five thirty. What are you doing still here? I thought once you made senior analyst, your days of working late on Friday nights were over.”

He shrugged. “I received an e-mail that captivated me.”

“In a personal way?”

He nodded slowly, a slight smile curving his lips. “In a very personal way.”

“Really? Who was it from?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I would love to know.”

He arched a brow. “I can’t divulge all my secrets.”

“Why not?”

He gave a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. “Never mind my secrets. Why are you still here?”

She hesitated. Should she press him?

Almost as if he’d read her mind, he shook his head. “They’re called secrets for a reason.”

“I know, but --”

“You can’t expect a man to divulge all his secrets, Kass.”

“Really? Well, remember that the next time you want to know things I’d rather not discuss with you,” she retorted.

His smiled widened. “You mean you still have secrets from me?”

She compressed her lips. “Jake --”

“Jake? Having difficulty telling us apart now, Kass?”

Her cheeks burned. “Nick. You know that was just a slip of the tongue.”

“Was it?”

Her nostrils flared and she took a deep breath. “Nick --”

He held up a hand, palm out in surrender. “Before you get upset, you know I was just teasing.”

She gave him a wary smile.

“So why are you still here? I think you and I are the only two still here. Is your supervisor making you burn the midnight oil again?”

“No. I was so close to debugging the Marks program, I decided I’d rather finish it tonight so I wouldn’t have to face it on Monday.” Then, of course, she’d made the mistake of checking her private e-mail account before going home. But since Nick wanted to start keeping secrets, that’s all he needed to know.

“Ahhh. She's pretty, intelligent,
and
dedicated to her job. What a find.”

She smiled, her annoyance vanishing at the compliment. “That's me, all right. Pretty, intelligent, and dedicated.” Also horny and manless, but maybe not for long.

He nodded, slowly. “Yes, Kass. You are all those things and more.”

The soft, warm tone of his voice warmed her. “Aren’t you full of compliments tonight?”

“You deserve them all, but you never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Are you going to meet this mysterious Jake of yours?”

Since Trina had relocated with her job to the East Coast a year earlier, Nick had become her confidant. She’d told him of her cyber affair a month earlier. He had surprised her by encouraging her to continue it.

Was she going to meet Jake? She moistened her lips. Engaging in cyber sex was exciting and allowed her to be totally uninhibited without any real risks. Although she longed to be even more adventurous, should she? Did she dare?
I dare you
.

She shrugged. “It’s not polite to read other people’s private e-mails over their shoulders.”

“No, it’s not. Now you’ve avoided answering the question long enough. Are you going to meet him?”

Accepting a challenge tossed down by a trusted friend was one thing. Meeting a stranger whose only interest in her was sexual would be beyond foolish. What if he wanted to tie her up or spank her? What if he were into anal sex?

The pictures her imagination conjured up sent a tingle of anticipation through her, which threatened to consume her in a sensual haze -- if she allowed it. She shook her head. “Cyber sex is a great way to relieve sexual tension without any risks, but I don’t know if I’m ready to meet him.”

“Why not?”

“The only place succumbing to a dare ever got me was in trouble. Besides, what if he’s into anal sex? He might want to tie me up or spank me.”

He entered her cubicle and leaned against the edge of her desk. “What if he does? Wouldn’t you like to be spanked?”

She swallowed slowly and quickly dismissed the impulsive “yes” trembling on her lips. There were few things more sensual than a playful spanking delivered by an attentive lover. Steven had often suggested she had an ass made for spanking. Of course, he’d also thought it was made for fucking. Had her reluctance to allow him that delight contributed to his desire to return to his wife?

“Kass?”

She blinked at him. “What?”

“I thought we agreed it was time you tried something different to help you get over Steven.”

“What makes you think I'm not over him?"

He shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you haven't dated anyone since the breakup. How long has it been?”

She stared at him, certain he already knew the answer. “Nine months.”

“That’s a long time to go without a man in your bed and arms."

And didn’t she know it? “That doesn’t mean I’m still stuck on him. I’m not. I just haven’t met anyone I wanted to date yet.” Well, at least no one who’d asked her out -- like Nick.

“Prove you’re over him by meeting Jake.”

She sat back in her chair, her eyes on his face. He seemed restless and edgy lately. She suspected he needed some female companionship himself. He hadn't mentioned dating in weeks. Or was that months? She couldn't understand why he didn't have a steady woman in his life. He was on the fast track to becoming head analyst with another big boost in salary, he was true-blue in a relationship, he was kind and considerate, and he was sexy as hell.

She’d begun to suspect a passionate lover lurked under his boy-next-door exterior he’d presented the first few years she’d known him. He would probably be a great lover who would sexually devour some lucky woman. Why shouldn’t she be that woman? Since they’d become close enough to discuss their personal lives, why shouldn’t they share each other’s beds -- at least until they both met and fell in love with someone else? Until then they could become friends with benefits and spend their weekends in each other’s arms having hot, delicious sex.

Their gazes met and locked.

Her nostrils flared. His cologne left her longing to unbutton his shirt so she could suck his nipples, while trailing her hand down his abs to his zipper. She'd either slip her hand into the waistband or unzip his pants and close her fingers around his cock. Then she’d quickly impale herself on his cock and fuck him so long and good he’d forget his name. After they’d both come, she take him between her lips, lick her cum off his shaft, get him rock hard again, and then she’d lie on her stomach with her legs spread wide while he thrust into her again and again --

Ok, Kass, that's enough. This is Nick. Not Jake
.

Had Nick suggested they meet for a night of unbridled lust, she would happily accept. He hadn't asked or ever even hinted he had any romantic interest in her. With her favorite toy buzzing her clit, while watching the short video of Jake, she had come more than once. For all the passion she suspected or hoped lurked behind Nick’s cool, green gaze, she wasn’t certain she’d be able to rouse Nick’s passion. She knew she had Jake hot and bothered.

Nick slipped a hand under her chin and lifted her head so he could gaze down into her eyes. “Stay with me, Kass.”

She tingled at the touch of his fingers, but sat back in her chair until his hand fell away. “You’re a fine one to talk. You’ve been restless and edgy and haven’t had a date in months.”

He shrugged. “You want me to admit I’m horny? Fine. I’m horny as hell, but we were discussing you. Not me. I say you should meet him.”

Long ago on the Desert Plains of Denhari—The Planet Aeolia

The warm night was lit by the brilliance of a full Denhari silver moon, but the woman fleeing naked across the blue desert did not have time to admire the beauty of the evening. An equally naked, and fully aroused, vampire with glowing eyes and bared incisors pursued her.

“Willoni! Come back to me! I command it!”

Although she longed to turn and rush back into his arms and once again lose herself in his fiery passion, she dared not. The Singer who had won her devotion would return with the dawn and would expect to spend the remaining days and nights of the Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception with her. The Feast was the one time of the year when the Willoni, who served the Goddess Caldara, were allowed to indulge their passions. During the celebratory month, all but the most devout Willoni freely explored a wide range of sexual delights.

Each Willoni, no matter how devoted to her duties at the temple or in the various towns of Denhari, looked forward to the month-long feast. It was a time of great passion, lust, and carnal pleasures when a Willoni, who had otherwise forsaken physical pleasure, took on as many lovers as she could satisfy.

Before she met the Singer, three years earlier, The Feast had been a sad time. Mindful of the fact that she had incurred the wrath of the Goddess Caldara, she had spent most of the feast in prayerful mediation. Overcome by her sensual nature, she had only ventured out once a week to spend a night or two with multiple lovers. None of the males she’d taken had managed to make a lasting impression.

Aside from her temple obligations, her life had been dull and unfulfilling. Her trouble began when the Eternal God of Passion, Heoptin, had fallen for her while she posed for the statue he called The Ebony Venus of Love. His attentions had been as unexpected as it had been unwelcome.

As a minor priestess-in-waiting at the temple of Amisha, Goddess of Bliss, she served at the temple of Caldara to repay a favor her Goddess owned Caldara. Heoptin’s failure to conceal his interest had made her the target of Caldara’s fury. The Goddess received Amisha’s permission to have her assignment to the temple at Denhari made permanent. Then Caldara confined her to the temple grounds, forbidding her to see Heoptin.

Longing for the freedom to indulge her passions as freely as her temple duties permitted that Amisha allowed her priestesses, she had been miserable. She had been on the point of fleeing home to appeal to Amisha to intervene when she met the Singer.

He came as close as any man ever had to mastering her soul song during the last night of the feast with his forceful yet tender love–making. Returning to her duties had required her to summon her deepest devotion. She had then spent the next eleven months longing for the return of The Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception which would allow her to spend an entire month exploring the feelings and needs he’d aroused in her.

She had happily spent the first week of the current Feast with the Singer, drowning in his tender passion that tore at her heart and nearly branded it as his alone. When his duties as Elder Singer had called him away, she had spent the second week with a succession of lovers. More than one night had found her lying on the blue sands with two or more lovers who satisfied her physical needs, but left her emotionally longing for her Singer.

That had changed at the beginning of the third week when boredom drove her from the temple to wander across the sands naked. As she stood looking up at the full moon, praying that her Singer would return before the feast ended, she felt a sensual fire flare in her belly.

Turning, she had seen
him
, naked and aroused, crossing the sands toward her. She immediately recognized him as the priest who had fashioned her image for Heoptin’s pleasure. While she had stood naked in the desert, night after night, he had shown no interest in her, but now his desire for her was so potent and powerful, it had reached out to her, setting her entire body aflame. Abandoning thoughts of the Singer, she rushed toward the approaching male whose lust drew her to him.

When she reached him, she flung herself at him.

He caught her, swept her off her feet, and swiftly lowered her to the sands before he knelt between her trembling thighs.

Noting the thick length protruding in front of his big, muscular body, hunger consumed her. She reached out to stroke her hands over his thighs.

Gripping himself at the base of his length, he rubbed the big, hard tip of his shaft along her slit.

With her channel flooding, she thrust her hips off the sands, hungry to feel him pushing deep inside her.

He pushed his head against her clit.

She gasped, digging her fingers into his hips.

Staring down into her eyes, with one lustful movement, he thrust the thickest cock she’d ever had deep into her body.

A sob of pleasure-pain was forced from her lips and carried by the warm desert breeze, echoed across the sands.

He stretched out on top of her, settling between her thighs, his chest crushing her breasts. His cool, firm lips nibbled at her neck.

The feelings he engendered shocked her. The Singer had mastered her soul song and deserved her ultimate fidelity. Yet her hunger and need for this vampire could not be denied or swept aside. She had to give herself to him. Surrendering to her desire, she clutched him close, draping her legs around his big body.

Stretching and filling her with his hard warmth, he gently bit into her neck and slid his long, hard, thickness in and out of her with a greedy delight that overwhelmed her senses.

Buffeted by a feverish passion she had never experienced, she came quickly and often, unable to recover from one scorching orgasm before another blazed through her. He took her again and again, feasting on her blood and her pussy with a hunger that branded the taste of his lips on hers, and created a hunger for his cock she couldn’t fully satisfy or deny. Even after an eternity, she knew she would still long for him as deeply as she did during this first glorious night together.

They had spent that entire third week of the feast alone together in the desert, discovering new ways to satisfy their passions and hungers for each other. At the end of that week, as they lay on the soft blue sands, after a particularly hot mating that had seen them both come multiple times, a junior singer from the temple had called out to her.

“Priestess, may I approach?”

Lying on her side, still impaled on the vampire’s huge, addictive shaft, she had lazily lifted her head and looked over his shoulder. She noted a tall, slender singer who served in the temple of Heoptin at Denhari, approaching. “You may approach, Singer,” she said.

He stopped very close, his eyes downcast. “I bring a message from my master, the Singer. He will return tomorrow and will want to take you to the Temple of Heoptin at the Rock Cannons on Persia to spend the remaining days of the feast there. He asks that you spend tonight in the baths, undergoing ritual cleansing so that when he mates with you, there will be no seed from other lovers remaining inside you, Priestess. He will arrive at dawn and requests that you be cleansed and ready to accompany him.”

With that the singer had bowed his head and moved off toward the Garden of Passion.

His words had sent a stab of panic through her. She looked at the vampire priest whose cock was still so firmly embedded in her and sighed. “Thank you for such an enchanting week, but I must go.” She pushed against his shoulders and bit her lip to keep from crying out in despair as his cock slid out of her body. Bereft of his hard warmth, depression settled over her.

She rose to stand on trembling legs, breathing deeply, in an attempt to get the scent of his lovemaking out of her lungs.

He rose and turned her to face him. “Where do you think you’re going, Willoni?”

The question surprised her. “To the Baths for Cleansing.”

“No. You’re not going to cleanse your body of my seed and you‘re not going to meet this Singer. There is a week of the feast left. I’ll take you to my home near the Crystal Falls. There you’ll spend the rest of the feast with me. I’ll take you to the base of the Falls and mate with you as it sings its magic, binding you to me forever.”

Oh, how she trembled with lust at the thought of being taken under the Crystal Falls. It was said the Crystal Falls produced a special brand of male whose passions were legendary and boundless. Oh, to mate under the Falls with this vampire whose voracious sexual appetite awakened an answering one in her! Yet she mustn’t forget the Singer’s tender passion. She couldn‘t hurt him. So she had to leave the vampire immediately. Although mild-tempered as most healers were, the Singer would be furious if he arrived and found her full of another male’s seed when they mated.

He wouldn‘t be inclined to share her with this big, handsome vampire with his endless passion and incredible, addictive lust. “No. The Singer mastered my soul song three feasts prior and won my devotion. I can‘t go with you. I must cleanse myself.”

She stroked her fingers down his cheek. “Please tell me that you will come back at the next Immaculate Feast of Bliss and Conception.”

He stared at her. “What? You expect me to let you go and return in a year and hope the Singer gets called away during the feast so I might mate with you? No! His mastery of your soul song is lacking, Willoni. I claim my right to your devotion and your body! They are both mine! When the Singer returns at dawn, I will challenge him for the right to spend the entire feast month with you for eternity.”

She looked into his eyes and shivered at the thought of her gentle Singer engaging in physical combat for her with this powerful vampire. No! She would not allow it! “You overstep your bounds, vampire. Who has mastered my soul song is a matter for my discretion alone. I choose my Singer.”

“Why?”

“I must. There are many priestesses at the temple for you to mate with in the remaining week. I‘m going to cleanse myself.”

Her heart ached with grief, for she feared she had fallen not only into lust with him, but also in love with him. She turned and started across the sands.

“Come back, Willoni!”

Without turning, she continued, eager to get away from him before her resolve weakened and she raced back into his arms. With heart aching with grief and longing, she fled across the sands with him in pursuit.

“Come back! You are mine and when the Singer returns, I‘ll kill him and whoever I need to, to ensure you belong to me alone.”

The thought of her kind, considerate lover’s life being threatened infuriated her. She would allow no harm to come to him. She stopped and turned to face the vampire. “You will not harm him!”

He stopped in front of her, his eyes glowing. “I‘ll kill him to keep you! You are mine and I will not share you!” With that, he reached out, took her in his arms, and drew her down to the sands.

“No, you must let me go,” she gasped, even as she parted her legs and cried out with joy and bliss as he drove his cock up into her pussy and mated with her. Sobbing with pleasure, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, arching her back as she shoved her lower body against his.

“Say it, Willoni.”

“Take me! Take me!”

“Who do you belong to? Tell me.”

“I’m yours!”

“You are mine. Now and forever,” he assured her, sinking his incisors into one of her breasts.

Overcome with her need, she clung to him, enjoying each movement and caress of his big hands on her naked body. The desert air was fragrant with the sounds of their passion as they mated deep into the night.