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  When Anna turned her head and looked at Cole, she knew something was up. There was something in his hungry eyes.

  Their boots and jackets taken off, Cole led Anna to a passageway ending with a nondescript door. Behind, there were stairs, a staircase leading down through the dark. Cole smiled as he sensed Anna shudder at the mere sight. He put his hands on her waist and gently steered her down the stairwell. When they reached the basement, the lights turned on as they had upstairs, but these were dimmed, a warm shade of orange. The room seemed empty except for a huge bed in the middle, ebony, with sculpted legs.

  “Take your clothes off,” Cole ordered as if it was an entirely normal thing to say to your girlfriend.

  And Anna obeyed. She didn’t feel bad about it; she wanted to do as he demanded and she knew there was a reward for her in it. Cole approached one of the walls and placed his palm on it. He pushed at it and some kind of drawer jumped out. So the room was opposite of empty… Cole didn’t rush it, so by the time he turned in Anna’s direction with a set of ropes in his hands, she was already naked, trembling—not of cold but of excitement.

  “Come here,” he muttered and took her into his arms. He settled her on the bed and kissed her passionately.

  It took him over a minute to take his mouth away from hers. When he did, he started smooching her neck, then aiming lower and lower. He traced the shape of her nipple with his lips and gently bit on the areola around it. Anna sighed. Later, his mouth embarked on a journey down her arm. Anna felt goosebumps rising on her body as he kissed her, but the apex was when she felt him tie her wrist to the bed. Her back arched at the mere thought of what would happen next. She shuddered under every kiss as he repeated the process with all her limbs. When he was done, he placed a single wet kiss at Anna’s womanhood. She moaned, asking for more, but he stood up. She could see him sizing her up like he used to do. It was so contradictory to her: on one hand, it made her feel like an object, on the other, if it was an object that she was, it was the most precious treasure Cole had ever had. On the other hand, it almost made her beg him to fuck her.

  Ropes weren’t the only thing he had brought with him, though, and there was no way for her to fight or protest when he put a gag in her mouth and then tied a silk ribbon around her eyes. There she was blind, mute, immobile, his mercy the only thing her future depended on. She should have been afraid, but she was far too aroused to think about the unhappy alternative endings. She could hear some movements, the sounds of Cole undressing. She couldn’t wait.

  When he lunged at her, she knew it had been worth it. He kissed every inch of her body with ardent passion, licking, biting, sucking, every moan Anna let out seeming to make him go faster and more ferocious. The only movement Anna was capable of as he pinned her to the bed was to arch her back slightly. She could feel the hard stone of his cock between them as he maneuvered over her body. He would have grabbed it with pleasure, but there was no way for her to do anything except to accept the rough treatment that made her pour down on the sheets. As if he had read her thoughts, he seized her breast into one hand, playing with her nipple with coarse, firm movements of his fingers.

  After a few minutes of foreplay, Cole shifted his position—Anna felt it—and he positioned himself between her legs, ready to enter. She moaned as she felt him leading the tip of his phallus over her lower lips, sliding it up and down between them, caressing her clitoris. She wished to be able to let her own fingers do the job as all he did was mercilessly torture her, granting her some pleasure and then backing off… But suddenly he entered and the world fell apart about her, he ripped her open with one abrupt movement, shoving all his luscious inches inside her at once. The shock of it hurt even though she had an ocean flowing through down there. She screamed as he slid out and then entered her yet again, as his moves got faster and faster. She both heard and felt his balls slapping against her buttocks at a pace too fast to believe. He was like a machine, like a robot, fucking her in a steady, hot rhythm. Where she had yelled once or twice before, there was now a constant, uniform wail leaving her mouth, changing in tone with every push Cole directed inside her. She felt a harsh slap across her butt cheek, then another one on her breast, hitting her right across her hardened nipple. No moans, there were no more moans, just the rhythmical shoves, her howls, his grunts recurring more and more frequently, their bodies moving in a sickly fast unison… She came just as he began discharging his load inside her, a strong, sudden climax, the wave of rough pleasure seizing both of them as their moves slowed down and the last sounds of pleasure left their mouths.

  In the end, that English Lit degree did bring her some good.

  Prize of the Hunt

  Jenna stretched her arms, then her legs for fifteen seconds apiece. She ran in place to get her heart going as she turned on her MP3 player and tuned out the rest of the world. She loved jogging in the morning; the cool air centered her. She could get out and see the park and be with nature.

  “When you’re running, you don’t notice the dingy streets or the people walking by you,” the words she’d told her mother countless times rang in her ears. “You don’t care about the cold or the heat. The wind doesn’t bother you, either. All you care about is reaching that one goal, then going a little bit further. It’s like reaching your goals in life. So long as you keep trekking, you know that you will get there.”

  Although Mom had been against the move, she’d chosen it because the park was only three blocks away. She couldn’t see it from the window—her apartment was on the wrong side of the building—but from here at the top of the hill, she could see the forest closing in on all sides around the lake with a bridge in the center. She took the lake trail and basked in the beauty of nature, alone with her thoughts. She turned off her MP3 player and listened to the sweet song of the birds. She unzipped her windbreaker and let the cool air touch her. It usually took her about ten minutes to make a brisk run around the lake if she really hauled ass, but she decided to go for more of a light stroll today and enjoy her surroundings.

  Jenna stopped by a bench for a second and watched the ducks go around the water, fishing for little pieces of food. She reached into her pocket for the crackers she usually brought, but it was empty; she shook her head and moved on.

  She made her way along the back side of the trail, where the forest was thick on the sides and one could barely see inside. As she walked along, she tapped the bark of the trees lining the trail, feeling their vitality—to her, they almost felt warm, alive. She sat down for a moment against one of the trees and faced the lake, watching the waves go in and out, and let her thoughts wander.

  She was so distracted by the beauty of nature that she didn’t even see the stuffed pair of green basketball shorts making its way towards her. She looked up and saw a smiling man with short brown hair and dimples that spread across his face. Muscles rippled underneath his gray ARMY T-shirt. He sat down on the bench not far from her and took out a packet of crackers.

  “Excuse me.” She smiled sheepishly. “I forgot my crackers at home. May I have one just to feed the little guys? It’s kind of a thing I do here.”

  The man turned around with a cocky smile and started to look down, just as a tease, then produced a cracker and ripped it in half so she could use it. This man had it coming.

  Jenna got up to get it and dropped it so she could give him a nice view of her behind. By the time her ass was in his face, he was practically drooling from the force of his attraction. She sat down right next to the bench and proceeded to throw crackers at the ducks.

  She tried to sneak a glance of him without him noticing. He did.

  He also had a massive hard-on.

  “Well, I have to get going!” Jenna said, trying to give him an out from an awkward situation. She stood up to walk away.

  He wasn’t having any of it. He chased her down for a second and stopped in front of her, not even attempting to hide the throbbing bulge in his shorts.

  “What’s your name?” He had a
smile that made her melt.

  “My name… uh…” Her smile was half a block wide; she was entranced. “It’s Jenna,” she finally said.

  She started to walk away again when a hand reached out and slapped her right in the ass she had put on display.

  He is begging for it, she thought. She turned around to slap him, but before she could, she was suddenly struck with an idea. She looked at him playfully and started jogging into the nearby tree line, just far enough away that it would be hard for a passer-by to see them.

  After fifteen feet or so, Jenna took off her jogging shorts and flung them aside. She picked up a leaf from the ground and placed it directly over her crotch.

  She was the prize of the hunt, waiting for her hunter. He emerged with his white teeth gleaming, a beautiful grin, and his hard cock pulled out of his shorts for the whole world to see.

  He rubbed the tip, and she almost exploded with satisfaction. She could see his arm muscles pulsing with every movement of his hand along his hard cock. The veins bulged as his cock got harder.

  As he approached her, they embraced. The leaf fell to the ground.

  He rubbed his dick up and down her thigh, then onto her lips. She was red and swollen with pleasure. He was going to take her.

  He removed his shirt to reveal muscles glistening in the light of the sun. He rubbed himself up and down while his fingers traced her nipples through her shirt.

  Suddenly, he thrust himself inside of her, and their movements pulsed with the beat of nature. The forest shook with their pleasure and she cried out in ecstasy.

  “Faster,” she said, and faster he thrust himself inside of her, and he barely contained his groans.

  In between moans, Jenna realized they weren’t as far from the jogging trail as she thought. A pair of joggers was approaching, about twenty feet away. They were in plain view, but she didn’t want to stop.

  She could feel him moving closer to that volcanic eruption, and she was rippling with pleasure. Soon, she would explode and every ounce of her being would be overcome by ecstasy.

  The passing joggers noticed the couple wrapped around each other in the tree line, fucking like no tomorrow. Jenna didn’t stop. In fact, the crowd’s presence turned her on even more. She was incredibly wet.

  “Fuck me!” she cried, easily within earshot of the observant joggers.

  He thrust up and reached her spot perfectly. As a wave of warmth burst inside of her, the world exploded with her ecstatic screams.

  Looking back to the trail, she heard applause from the voyeurs.

  Control

  The morning rush exhausted me. Annoyed customers shouting orders, the hot steam pouring from the coffee makers, the slippery floors. All in all, it was not one of my best days. I work at a small boutique coffee shop near the center of the city. Most mornings aren’t so bad. The bankers and investors who work in the area tend to be polite, as long as their coffee arrives on time. But unfortunately, today the other two baristas called in sick so I was the only one working. The lines got long, the bakers got peeved, a lot of yelling happened. Sigh.

  As the crowds fizzle out, I am the only one left in the shop. I lean against the counter and take a deep breath. I allow my eyes to fall closed for a moment and I imagine myself far away from the coffee shop and far away from this minimum wage job. My eyes snap open at the sound of a throat clearing. “Miss?” An intensely masculine voice pulls my eyes upwards.

  He is tall. Really tall. And muscled. His suit is very well tailored and I can tell that under his clothes he is toned. His tie matches his deep gray eyes. I blink and quickly put on a smile. “Hi! What can I get for you?”

  He looks up at the menu questioningly. I don’t recognize him. I have a group of regulars who come in every morning, but he is not one of them. He is brand new. “Well, I’ve never been here before, so what do you recommend?”

  “The caramel coffee is really good, probably my favorite.”

  He smiles. “Great, then one regular coffee for me and one caramel coffee for you and I’d like you to come sit at that table and drink the coffee with me.”

  “What?”

  “Have a drink with me.” His smile is gorgeous; it lights up his face.

  “I have to work,” I say, dumbfounded.

  “I will personally pay for all business lost for the day. How much do you usually make in the day?” I tell him and he reaches into his pocket and begins to place hundred dollar bills on the counter. “Make the coffee. I’ll close up shop.” I go to make the coffee and he walks to the door and flips the “Open” sign so “Closed” faces the street. As he walks to the door, I take a quick peek at his butt. Of course, it’s amazing, and his fitted slacks show off his strong thighs and great ass perfectly. It is almost like he specifically buys his suits to display his body. Lucky for me.

  I take the two cups and walk to the table where he is seated. I place the cup in front of him and sit down across from him.

  “Do I get to know your name?” I ask before I take a sip of my coffee.

  “Brian.” He pauses and looks directly into my eyes. I can feel my heart pound loudly in my chest. “And what is your name?”

  “Jenna,” I reply. “I haven’t seen you here before. Usually the bankers all come here in the morning, but you’re new.”

  “How do you know I’m a banker?”

  I motion at him, at the perfectly fitted suit that I am sure has some fancy label attached to it. “You scream investment banker.”

  “Well, you’re not wrong.” His grin is infectious. Something about him suggests that he doesn’t take himself too seriously, a rarity in his business. “I’m the CEO of one of the investment banks in the area. You haven’t seen me around because usually my secretary picks up my coffee, but I gave her the morning off so she could attend her child’s school play. So here I am, fetching my own coffee.”

  “That must have been a terribly inconvenient task for you,” I joke.

  He shrugs and I become transfixed by the way his muscles bunch. “I do get a small consolation prize,” he says. “Coffee with a gorgeous barista.” I can feel the blush rise in my cheeks.

  I look into my cup, my reflection in the glossy liquid shows everything but a gorgeous barista. Not to say I don’t look nice when I take the time to do my hair and makeup, but after the morning rush, I am anything but gorgeous. In fact, I am a sweaty, disheveled mess.

  “How about we get out of here?” His voice draws me out of my self-deprecating thoughts.

  “Huh?”

  “Would you like to close up shop for the day and come back to my place?”

  The twinkle in his eyes suggests that we are not going back to his place for a game of Scrabble. Oh no, I have a funny feeling that I will be a little too distracted to think about words or even a good strategy. “Sure,” I say, throwing caution to the wind. I quickly shut down all of the appliances and tidy up some. I work in the morning, so I can just come in early and clean up then.

  We walk outside and I lock up. “Let’s go back to my apartment,” I say; for some reason I want to be on my turf for this. It is the first time I’ve taken anyone home, or even decided to have sex with a complete stranger. He takes my hand and hails a cab. We get in. His hand goes directly to my thigh and his fingers drift gently up. “I never do things like this.” I giggle nervously.

  “Relax.” He smiles and gives my leg a squeeze. I wonder for a moment how he can simply skip out on work, but I figure he is the CEO, so he can do whatever he wants. Even close down a whole coffee shop for an afternoon.

  We arrive in front of my apartment block and he pays the driver. He follows me up to my small apartment and for a moment, when he first enters, I am embarrassed. It is small and a bit cluttered. He opens his mouth and I brace for a stuck up comment, but instead he says, “This place is cute. It reminds me of my first apartment in the city.” I exhale, thrilled that he doesn’t seem to be as stuck up as some of the other investment bankers I have interacted with at the coffe
e shop.

  “The bedroom is this way.” He follows me through the living room and to my bedroom. It is small but functional and I silently pat myself on the back for cleaning up a bit that morning before work. I open my mouth to say something, but before I can get the words out, he pulls me to him and I collide with his very solid chest. He presses his lips to mine and his tongue ravages my mouth. His hands move down my back and take hold of my ass.

  My breasts are pressed up against his warm, hard chest. I resist the urge to rub myself against him. His hands massage my rear as his tongue dances with mine. I can feel his growing erection between us. He takes two steps forward and my knees hit the edge of my bed, causing me to sit down. His lips don’t leave mine as he lightly pushes me down to the bed.

  His hands move up my body, leaving a trail of warmth and desire wherever they roam. He pulls my work shirt up over my head, exposing a lacy blue bra. His fingers go to my pants and he quickly unbuttons them and slides them down my legs.

  Slowly, he moves back up my body, kissing my exposed skin as he does. He stops between my legs and runs a long finger down my underwear-covered slit. “You’re wet,” he whispers. I want to scream “Well, duh!” but I keep my mouth shut. He pushes the cloth aside and his fingers quickly find my clit and his tongue quickly follows.

  His tongue quickly darts inside of me, tasting my wetness, and then moves to my clit. His fingers slide inside of me and curl upwards. He rubs a spot that makes me moan loudly. His tongue lashes against my clit relentlessly and his fingers help draw an orgasm from me. I can feel my inner walls clamp down on his fingers. He slowly takes his fingers out of my pussy as the spasms slow. He meets my eyes and slowly licks my juices off his fingers.