The Forbidden Fruit

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I spotted her across the room. She was about 10 years older than the rest of the people in the modern day club. I watched her for quite a while and had pretty much painted picture of what I was seeing.

She was in her late thirties with a group of ladies in the same age bracket. She was out with the girls on a night out. The cosmopolitan in their hands was an uptown drink, not a farmhand's drink... probably lived in a loft on the west side.

The lack of any jewelry on her fingers told him that she was modest. The other women had worn gawdy costume jewelry and seemed to want to throw about their middle class status about. Most of her friends seemed like they were trying to relive that youth too... eyeing the younger men like cougars on prey.

But not you. There was something different about you. You seemed almost uninterested in the others that were at the group. You seemed almost bored. While the other ladies giggled and flirted with the other younger men, you sat back and sipped on your little drink and just pretended to be enjoying yourself. It was obvious to me that you simply wanted to be free of the torment of the night.

That was... until you met my eyes. My gaze, unblinking, unwavering, unyielding. I could see you try and not look at me but everything time you glanced up at me, you flushed and looked away. I sat at the bar, my head slightly turned. I wore a casual sports jacket, turtleneck long sleeve black shirt, grey slacks and black stetson boots. My hair is sandy brown, shoulder length and I wore a 5 o'clock shadow like a fashion statement.

More importantly, of all the women in the room of all shapes and sizes, looks and styles, my eyes rarely left you. I had to admit, I couldn't take my eyes off you. Something about your very nature, your soft side... your hidden vulnerabilities seemed to ring out in my head like a trumpet. When you finally built up the courage to look at me for more than a quarter second, I gave you a warm friendly smile... which only sent you into another wave of blushes.

And the surprising thing was... all this was taking place behind your friends.... who never even noticed. We played this game of eye tag for nearly 45 minutes when you slipped out from your place in the booth, telling your friends you had to powder your nose and slip towards the ladies room. As you disappear, I slip off my seat, leaving the Corona I had ordered half drank and walked back as well.

I leaned against the wall and when you saw me there, you seemed to stop and look into my eyes... my piercing blue eyes... I smile and say, "Hello... I am Conner... Conner Brown and you are?"
 
The random encounter...

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I needed to “get out” was the way the ladies in the office put it at lunch today and maybe they were right. I had not really been out with the girls in a while as I was not one for the party scene but maybe out was just what I needed to get me out of this rut in life. We all agreed to meet at the club around 9:00 tonight. Not knowing what to wear, I did what any woman would do and put on “the little black dress”.

As soon as I walked in the club I knew it was going to be a long night. The girls had found a table and were waving me over. I ordered the first round of drinks for us and sat back and watched. I felt like I was chaperoning a prom or something. When the second round of drinks came I was telling myself that after this drink I would have officially “gotten out” and could leave.

Lifting the drink to my lips, looking across the room, I saw him. His intense stare was a little unnerving and exciting at the same time. I sipped on my drink trying not to be oblivious as I checked him out because if those women found out that someone had caught my eye they would make sure I did not leave without him.

By the time the third round of drinks came the girls were dancing and getting settled in for the night. I was feeling a little bolder and decided to take a chance with a little longer look. I was rewarded with a very dashing smile. Feeling myself blush, I looked away and decided that this third drink was really getting to me.

As I made my way to the restroom, I could feel that was a little tipsy. Once in the bathroom I dodged the line waiting on a stall and went to the mirror. Applying lipstick I searched for answers to some hard questions, do I want to pursue this man and see where it goes or do I just want to go home now and continue my life in the rut it is in. Deciding that I would leave it to fate and stop analyzing everything in my life, I left the restroom.

Walking back to the table, our eyes collided. He was leaning against the wall as if he was waiting on me. He gave me a knowing smile as if he read my mind. The lull in the music gave him a moment to say, "Hello... I am Conner... Conner Brown and you are?" I stepped closer and was about to tell him my name when the DJ decided to crank it up with “Tik Tok” by Ke$ha. Flashing him a daring smile as I leaned closer to him, I smelled his intoxicating cologne as I tipped my head slightly back and said, “Nice to meet you Conner…. My name is Meghan Summers.” Stepping back to look up at him, a woman bumped into me and I stumbled toward him. It was like an electrical shock when I reached out and grabbed a hold to his arms to steady myself as I felt her drink soak my dress. I could feel my face go red as I apologized to Connor, “Oh I am so sorry!! Are you okay?” Stepping back out of his grasp he was grinning at me. My mind raced as to how I would get out of this mess without much more embarrassment to myself. Whirling around to address the drunken girl that was wiping the back of my dress with her cocktail napkin, “Sweetheart, stop apologizing. There is no harm done… I’ll handle this, so you go on and finish having a good time.” Smiling sweetly at her to assure her it was okay she nodded and went on her way. Turning back to Connor and with a nervous laugh said, “I guess this has cut my night short as I need to get out of this dress...."
 
Conner smiled as she made her comment and said, "That is a pity... however, if you would permit me, I have a solution for that dirty dress..." He took her hand without further hesitation and led her towards the front door and out onto the street. He smiled and whistled for a cab... then a few moments later, they were in route to someplace down town... When they pulled up to a corner laundrymat. He could see the look in her eyes when pulled out a key and said, "Come on..."

He took her hand and led her to entrance, used his key to get in and then locked it behind them. There were a 3 dozen washers and dryers all sitting still in the large empty room, waiting to be used. The cool pale green hue of the lights gave the room a certain earthly ambience to it. He led her to the middle of the room and then stood her square in the middle of the room. He set the key down on the dryer next to her. Conner then turned and walked away for a moment. Intentionally leaving her alone with the key. He went to dig up some laundry soap and dryer pads. He drug his feet intentionally for 5 minutes before coming back... finding her still standing there. 'Good' Conner thought to himself, 'She is a keeper'.

He walked to the washer and opened the lid before turning to her and said, "Take off your dress... Now..." his eyes pierced her with the same ferocity that he had given at the club. Only this time, she was without the protection of her friends and strangers in the club. She knew nothing of him and that was exactly the way he wanted it. He knew all would be revealed in time, but for now, she had stepped onto the ride.

For a long moment, she stared up into his eyes. He could see she was trying to gauge his intentions and to be honest, expected nothing less... He eventually watched her reach down, take the dress in her hands and lift it up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her thong and scanty bra. She handed it to him and he tossed it into the washer and turned it on. As the washer began to vibrate, he moved towards her, his lips pressing against hers.

Her breath was sweet and tender... needy and longing... At one moment, he felt hesitation grow in her and he shifted his lips to her ears, whispering, "Let it happen. This is what you need and what I am going to give you... Just ... let it happen..."

The hesitation went away and he scooped her up onto the washer and pressed into towards her once again, the ferocity pouring out in groves!!!
 
Meghan watched as he sat the key on the counter and went in the back. Eyeing the key, she did some fast soul searching. Did she really want to leave and add more “what ifs” to her life or did she want to stay and take a chance that she may find happiness for once in her life.

Connor returned and demanded her to take off her dress. Taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze with a bold one of her own, Meghan felt the cool air hit her skin as she removed the tiny black dress that somehow seemed to be the first layer of many that would be removed.

Feeling very exposed as she handed him her dress and watched his face for any change. As his lips touched hers she could taste the lime, she could feel her breathing getting shallow and her head seemed to be swimming from senses overload. Then the thought hit her that someone may see them but that concern left her mind when Connor whispered to her, "Let it happen. This is what you need and what I am going to give you... Just ... let it happen..."His voice seemed to have soothed and washed her concern away as she surrendered her mind and body to him. She cleared her mind of everything but images of him, listens to his breathing and the daring words he whispered against her skin to push her higher. She had never given someone all of herself and she was giving in to a total stranger.

Spent, she held him close feeling his heartbeat slow almost like he could control that too. He helped her down and retrieved the dress from the washer and put it in the dryer. She ran her fingers through her short sandy brown hair to fluff her curls that she was sure she had now that her hair was damp. She watched as he dressed and put his jacket around her shoulders. What was it about him that was so different? Not really sure what she was suppose to do at this point she said, “You don’t have to wait for my dress to finish drying; I can wear it damp since I am going straight home.” Hesitantly, she added, “unless, you want to go for coffee…. or something…”
 
Conner looked at her and smiled warmly. He leaned in and whispered, "This is not the start of a traditional thing. I don't do traditional..." He reached to her purse, picking it up slowly, and opening it. Reaching inside, he pulled out her cell phone. He opened her directory and plugged in a new entry into it.

Once he was done, he turned the display towards her. CB and his phone number showed up on the phone. He said, "You will always answer this phone when I call you."

He walked in close to her, pressing his chest into her breasts... his hand slowly moved up to her neck, his fingers gently wrapping around her throat and he said, "You are going to go home in a moment, head to bed because you are so tired, and then stay up all night and think of me. I am your forbidden fruit... and you will yearn for me through the deepest parts of your soul..."

His eyes pierced her deeply and he gave a smile which was known to stop hearts and said, "Your dress is dry now... Put it on and go home now... but these..." He picked up her thong and said, "This is mine..." he stuffed it into his pocket. He turned and headed to the door, glancing back as he watched her dress and said, "It locks automatically when you close the door. Good night Meghan..."

He stepped through the door and disappeared into the night...
 
Meghan walked through the door of her loft and was greeted by her gray striped tabby cat named Tippy. Feeling the cat rub around her feet, she picked her up and headed for the kitchen to feed her. After feeding the cat, she got in the shower and let the events of the evening finally penetrate her mind. Feeling the hot water wash over her body was usually very calming to her but now it only agitated her more. Meghan chastised herself as she bathed and washed her hair; she knew that the chance she took tonight was a stupid one but he was the most charismatic person she had ever met. His eyes and voice had her under a spell that she could not break. When he looked at her tonight it was if he was looking straight into her soul and it stirred a wanton in her but a wanton of what?

Getting out of the shower and ready for bed she replayed his words through her mind, “You will always answer this phone when I call you.” It was a demand, and now that she was not under his spell it irritated her that she did not challenge his statement. But he will surely be challenged if he called her phone because she would not answer it.

Crawling into bed, the clock reads 3:43. She closes her eyes and she sees his piercing blue eyes watching her, her mind brings memories of his scent and the taste of lime. The clock reads 4:12. Meghan is so tired and tosses and turns trying to get images of him out of her head. Her mind replays the words her spoke to her, the way her body responded to those words, how it felt when he touched her, how her body screamed for release. The clock reads 5:25. Her mind refuses to sleep, thoughts of him consume her, and the yearning slowly began.

Startled from her tossing and turning by her cell phone ringing on the kitchen counter she freezes in a moment of terror. She looks at the clock and it reads 6:28. Still hearing it ring she makes herself get up and go to the kitchen, looking at the caller ID she sees that it is Tara, relief and a slight disappointment floods her body. “Hello” she says still shaking from the adrenaline rush. “Hey Meghan, I was calling to check on you. We lost you sometime in the evening and I wanted to make sure you got home okay.”

“Yeah, I am home and safe. I got a bad headache and had to leave quickly. Sorry I did not tell you but you know how headaches are, if you don’t tend to them quickly they turn into a migraine really fast.” Meghan lied. Tara, believing Meghan, replied, “Okay girl, I was just worried and I am on my way home so thought I’d check on you. See you Monday at work.” Meghan thanked her for calling and hung up.

Standing in the kitchen the phone rang in her hand. Looking at the phone it said CB, and her breath caught in her throat and her chest tightened as it rang again. ‘I am not going to answer it’ she thought as it rang again. ‘What can he do if I don’t answer it?’ she thought as it rang again. On the fifth ring her desire for forbidden fruit overcame her haughty spirit and she answered the phone. “Hello?”…….. Nothing...... she missed the call.......
 
“Hello?”

"I was beginnning to think you were going to disobey me..." Conner said in a slow sultry thick voice. He let a grin grow on his face, "I trust what I said was true... you were up all night thinking about me... weren't you?"

There was a long silent pause. No denying it... no acknowledging it. Just silence.

He whispered, "I thought so." He gave a soft chuckle. She was putty in his hands. He whispered, "There is a resturant on 6th and Victoria's called Sullivans. There is a reservation there at noon sharp under your name. This is a very nice place, so wear a dress... but don't worry about panties... I have a pair of yours already..."

He heard a gasp and he said, "Before you go though... clear your calender for this weekend. I promise to have you home safe and sound before bedtime tomorrow night... Oh... and I would strongly encourage you to go lay down and take a quick nap if you can. Something tells me you won't be sleeping at all tonite... See you at Sullivans..."

He hung up his phone before she could say a thing. He knew she felt like she was dancing on a landmine... but like a moth to a flame... she would not be able to resist...
 
Meghan hung up the phone and threw the it on the counter. ”Arrogant bastard” she whispered under her breath as she went back to bed and instantly fell asleep.

Meghan awoke again and the clock said 10:28. Feeling like she was supposed to be somewhere, the phone conversation came flooding back to her. She jumped up, flung open the closet door and rambled through all of dresses that were neatly hung together at the end of the closet. 'Wait!' her mind screamed, ‘surely you are not really going to meet with him?’ All the thoughts that she had last night came crashing back over her and she made her decision.

Heading out the door at 11:35 with a lime green dress on she knew she would be cutting time close. The cab put her out at the front door of the restaurant and she met the matradee at 12:00 sharp. She gave him her name and he escorted her to the back of the restaurant to a table.

Sitting in the chair he pulled out for her and ordered a glass of water. She could feel her palms sweating as held her hands in her lap. She had butterflies in her stomach and she could feel cold chills run up and down her spine. The fear of the unknown was taking a toll on her and she was not sure how much longer she could sit here……
 
For 10 minutes, Conner waited in his jet black sports coat, blue turtleneck, and black slacks and black loafer shoes. He had been at the bar and watching her with her back to him seeing just what it was she would do. Finally, he picked up her cosmopolitan and his martini and slipped up behind her, quickly slipping into the chair next to her!

He could see she was shocked a moment and then settle the next before she let out scream. He offered her the drink he had ordered for her and then whispered, "I am glad you made it."

He leaned into her, letting his hand rest on her thigh. He said, "I have barely been able to think of anything other than you today..."

He let his hand slide down her knee... then slip under her dress and up her leg. He could see how she was getting extremely uncomfortable and he paused a moment. He smiled and said, "I am checking... spread your legs for me..."

Conner glanced around the resturant. Everyone was about their business ignoring them two... He felt her part her legs trembling as she went. His fingers slipped up inside her thighs... dipping into her moist lips... He felt her head slip back a bit... even scooting into him a bit for protection.

He slowly pulled his fingers from pussy... slow an dsteady... he slid his hand from under her dress and moved the fingers to his lips and tasted her juices gently. He smiled and said "magnificant..."

He whispered, "I have a feeling this is going to be a very special night baby...."
 
Meghan’s nerves were stretched taunt as she sat and waited for the unknown. When Connor slid in the chair beside her she nearly screamed. When he whispered "I am glad you made it” she felt the calming effect of his voice.

Feeling his hand sliding up her leg sent her nerves taunt again as she struggled with herself to not slam her knees shut. She recalled the words he had whispered to her last night at the laundry mat ‘Let it happen. This is what you need... Just ... let it happen...’ as she opened her legs slightly to allow him access to her.

Meghan could feel herself getting wet as he touched her while she sat there looking at all the people in the restaurant that had no clue to the activities going on at their table. She felt his fingers leave her and gasped as she watched them slide between his lips. Excitement coursed through her, setting her on fire with a hunger she had never felt before.

He whispered, "I have a feeling this is going to be a very special night baby...." She could feel that she was losing all control of rational thinking. Everything about him was hypnotizing, his words, his actions, and his touch. Feeling a blush stain her cheeks Meghan knew she should not allow this to continue as she reached for his hand and slide his fingers in her mouth……
 
Conner was taken back but never let it show... at least he hoped not. She made an aggressive move by taking his fingers into her mouth... she was tasting a bit of him... but mostly her own juices and he had to admit that was very hot. He felt a bulge begin to grow in his pants...

He watched as his fingers disappeared into her mouth and he let his eye arch. He thought he heard a voice next to him... not realizing it was the waiter. I turn to him a little surprised and then smile and say, "Give us a moment..."

The waiter is annoyed as he turns and walks away...

I look at as I run my hand along your neck and clamp my fingers around your throat. I say, "You have spent your entire life looking for me... You have me now. This weekend... you will have to trust me. I promise you that you will have to time of your life... so long as you trust me completely... can you do that?"

He felt the time move slowly... painfully slowly ... before she nodded her head. He could sense the turmoil in her mind. She was trusting a perfect stranger with her very well being and god knows what else... He whispered, "Good girl..." He let his hand tighten just a bit... and he whispered, "Good... pet..."

"Are you ready for your order now?" the annoyed waiter said as he approached the couple.

Conner looked at him and then back to his toy and said, "Trust starts now... do you trust me?"

She gave a much more reassuring smile and the Conner ordered two large greek salads, a pair of filet mignons and twice baked potatoes, and finally one single order a new york style cheesecake... with two forks... When the waiter left, Conner turned back to Meghan just as her phone started to vibrate.

She picked it up and looked at the readout. He could she that she was thinking about taking it. He looked at her, catching her eye and then opened his hand out to her. He waited as the phone vibrated and after a moment, the phone stopped... and she slid the phone to his hand. He looked down and turned it off, before slipping it into his pocket.

He said, "Your real life... is going to have to be put on hold this weekend... you are mine this weekend and I am going to show you the life you have always needed..."
 
Meghan was so caught up in watching the effect of her actions flash across Connor’s face that she was startled when she heard him speak to the waiter as his fingers slipped from her lips. When his hand slid to her throat she felt a small shiver run through her as he asked, “You have spent your entire life looking for me... You have me now. This weekend... you will have to trust me. I promise you that you will have to time of your life... so long as you trust me completely... can you do that?”

Meghan thought deeply about the answer. Could she trust a total stranger with her well being completely? So far he had not harmed her person and her creep alarm had not went off yet, she has had her to hot to handle alarm screaming since she met him. She thought about how he made her feel and there was a yearning in her that she needed him. She had not figured out what it was she needed but she knew he had the answers. So to find out she would have to give in and trust him. Meghan felt herself nod and was rewarded with a squeeze of her neck as he whispered "Good... pet..."

Meghan was not use to anyone making decisions for her so when he ordered their meal it felt good not to make a decision but she struggled with trusting him to make a good decision. After he ordered Meghan felt silly about her qualms because it was just what she would have ordered.

Meghan’s phone vibrated; as she looked at the screen she saw that it was her son that was at college. She had left him a message this morning that she was going on a trip this weekend and would not be back till Monday. He was probably calling to ask for money and for the whereabouts of her trip. ‘I probably should answer it’, she thought, as she looked at Connor. He held out his hand and she struggled with herself as she gave him the phone. Watching him turn it off and slide it in his pocket, she assured herself that she made the right decision.

“Your real life... is going to have to be put on hold this weekend... you are mine this weekend and I am going to show you the life you have always needed..." Meghan felt a strange kind of excitement flutter in her stomach. She could feel the connection between them grow stronger.

When the waiter brought their food, Meghan wasn’t sure she could take a bite. She watched Connor as he savored a bite of steak. He had a way of making everything look like it tasted good….
 
He took his first bite of that steak... and then turned to look at her. She was staring at him and it warmed his soul... He knew that she was embracing this experience... He glanced around the room a moment... and then reached into his pocket... pulling out a long silk sash which was solid black and about 4 foot long. He turned towards her and held the sash taunt.

He was slow and steady as he slide the sash over her eyes and tying a small knot in it. He knew that others would be able to see her, but that did not matter. All that mattered was her experience. And one thing he has learned in his time on this planet was you are too dependent on what you see. What your eyes tell you...

He whispered, "Forget your eyes for this meal. I want you to truly taste this meal... taste the food as it was meant to taste dancing across your tongue.. Forget anything and everything else at the moment. This is your moment. Your time..."

He cut a piece of the steak and whispered, "Taste this..." He slid it onto her tongue and let her start chewing it. He whispered, "The hot succulent meat... the sweet and tangy juices dancing across your lips, down your hot throat..."

He let her swallow and then picked up her glass, tipped it gently to her lips... letting the contents fill her mouth a bit... He leaned in and kissed her wine stained lips a moment... before whispering, "Tell me this is not the most delicious and flavorful of meals you have ever eaten in your life moname..."

The evening was filled with much the same... he could feed her a bit more, give her drink, kiss her skin... driving every nerve ending on her body insane with need! The entire time, he continued to further control her hands, making her keep them tucked into her lap. He made no moves towards slipping under her dress the rest of the meal... but he knew he did not have to...
 
Meghan watched as Connor pulled the long black sash from his pocket. Her heart lurched as he tied it around her eyes. Not knowing how to respond to this she sat quietly trusting that he would guide her. She felt him move closer to her as he whispered, "Forget your eyes for this meal. I want you to truly taste this meal... taste the food as it was meant to taste dancing across your tongue.. Forget anything and everything else at the moment. This is your moment. Your time..."

Meghan fought her emotions; she had never had someone want to give her a moment. It was like he was trying to teach her something but she was not sure what she was suppose to be learning but she would learn whatever he wanted to teach her.

When Meghan felt the first piece of meat slide over her tongue she felt her zeal for him grow. Chewing the meat she could felt his breath on her ear as he spoke, “The hot succulent meat... the sweet and tangy juices dancing across your lips, down your hot throat..." This statement alone was what broke the dam of reservations that she had.

Her mind put everything out except what she was feeling, tasting and hearing. Her body was responding to the erotic sensory input and Meghan was oblivious to anything else. Connor controlled everything and the more he controlled the more she desired something. The way Connor made her feel was unlike anything she had ever experienced and she knew she was at the threshold of something her soul had be searching for, for a long time. But what..... she wondered.
 
It was the cold cheesecake was served is when the heat really fired up. Though Meghan's eyes were covered, Conner's was not and he could see the casual glances from all around the other tables, taking witness to the woman under his spell... If only she could see... but... based on the glow of her cheek and the dainty smile that seemed to be plastered onto her face, he imagined she could sense it herself...

He cut into the desert, forked up a slice and moved it to her lips. He leaned in and whispered, "And the final course of the meal..." He leaned in and let his lips touch her neck softly. As she gasped, he let the fork gently slide into her lips... and she bit down into the creamy smooth contents...

He smiled at her and whispered, "Billions of people walk this planet... every one of them have a direction they are going. It is human nature... but sometimes... just sometimes..."

Conner gently kissed her lips and whispered, "people lose their direction. People like you, Meghan. You get so busy living your life... doing what everyone expects of you... your bosses, your co workers, your family. With all these expectations bearing down on a person's mind, they find it easy to give up the direction they want to go... knowing it goes against expectation..."

He felt her body tremble as he slipped another bite of cheesecake into her lips. He whispered into her ear... "This is why I am so important to you. This is why I am here... I am here ... to set you back on the right path. I am here so you can find you... Meghan..."

As the last bite of the cheesecake slipped down her throat, he watched her neck gently swell and return to normal as the desert passed through... and he moved his lips down to her neck... softly kissing it. He reached to the back of her head, unknotted the blindfold and as he held the sash up to her eyes, he whispered, "You have been unable to see who you really are baby... but I hope... Together... we can help you see..." As he whispered the last words, he released the sash and washed her blink back her vision...

As he waited, he nudged her head towards him so as her vision returned... it was him that she was looking at...
 
Meghan heard the waiter remove the dishes from the table as she felt herself blush at the thought of what he may be thinking about them but since she could not see his face, he did not exist in her world at this moment. The smell of cheesecake invaded her sense of smell as Connor’s lips invaded her sense of touch causing her to gasp as they collided with the taste of cheesecake as it exploded on her tongue.

Connor whispered in her ear about things of the heart and mind. His voice was mesmerizing and his words were so true. Meghan felt that her soul was bare and he was holding a mirror in front of her so she could see. She could not have seen her soul without him and who she saw was not a person she recognized.

Meghan felt him untying the sash, as the sash was removed she felt Connor's powerful gaze upon her as she focused on the world that she was blinded to only moments ago and when that world came into focus it was Connor that she was looking at….

Meghan stared deep in Connor’s eyes, blushing as she softly spoke, “That was truly amazing, you have touched places I never knew existed….”
 
“That was truly amazing, you have touched places I never knew existed….”

Conner looked into her eyes and smiled. He leaned in closer to her, within a few inches from her face keeping his eyes burning hot into hers. He said, "I did nothing baby... These places in you... have always been there... you just did not know how to get there. You are the one who touched those places... simply because you trusted me to show you how..."

He leaned in once more and gave her a warm kiss... soft, tender, and yet fill with hidden desire and growing authority over this woman who now seemed to literally tremble in his hands. He nipped playfully at her bottom lip and he said, "You see that couple behind us... The bald man and the red head woman, mid forties, married. They have been watching you and me for the last 20 minutes."

He watched her eyes shift to them and then he smiled as she blushed. He never even turned back as he said, "She is going to whisper something into his ear. She is going to blush at what she is whispering. He is going to give her a glance, then look at us once more... then he will nod and they will slip out and go home. When they get home, they will have the best sex that have had in 5 years..."

As soon as he said that, he watched her eyes as the events unfolded exactly like he said they would. She whispered something flirtatious, then blushed. He glanced at them, then nodded and they quietly slid out of their booths and headed out the door holding hands and giggling...

He glanced up at her as she turned at him... looking at him like he was some kind of telepath who had predicted the future. He smiled and shifted his head sideways a bit and then gave his half grin and whispered, "I can see you are blushing a bit, thinking about how they watched you and I. Try not to think of it that way. Think about it as something positive. We have improved their relationship, by letting them watch... and the kicker is... they forgot to pay their bill..."

The waiter of that table walked up, realized that the couple had left their bill unpaid and snatched it up and quickly ran out the front door to chase them down... This led to a round of laughter from both of them as Conner slapped a $50 on the table, then slid from his chair and offered his arm to her and said, "Come with me my pet... and I will lead you to the destination you seek..."

When she accepted his arm, he led them out of the resturant... and on to destiny...
 
Meghan felt embarrassment flood her face as Connor told her about the couple that had been watching them. Her mind conjured up an image of how they would have looked to the couple and she felt some of her embarrassment turn to tingle of excitement. Not really sure if that thought was okay she chanced a glance at them to read them as Connor continued whispering in her ear. "She is going to whisper something into his ear. She is going to blush at what she is whispering. He is going to give her a glance, then look at us once more... then he will nod and they will slip out and go home. When they get home, they will have the best sex that have had in 5 years..."

Meghan watched as the story unfolded before her very eyes. She looked at Connor in total amazement. How could he possibly have known that, but then again he seems to know a lot about her too and has only met her twice.

When Connor mentioned that they forgot to pay their bill it struck her as extremely funny and when Meghan watched the waiter take out after the couple she put her hand to her mouth to muffle the laughter that bubbled forth and infected Connor.

As Connor stood and presented his arm to her she felt like a princess accepting the arm of her protective knight. “You lead and I will follow…” she said, looking boldly into his eyes.
 
As the couple slipped from the resturant and he escorted her to a cobolt blue Lexus SC10. As he drew near to it, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a remote and hit a button or two on it. The lights flicked on, the doors unlocked, the engine roared to life and the top began to fold back into the back of the car. By the time they got there, the car was itching to drive...

Conner turned towards her, opened the door to the car, turned towards her and helped her inside. He closed the door as she sat down and he said, "Look in the glove box. There are a couple of items for you in there..." He kissed her lips and then walked around the front of the car as she opened it.

A black scarf and a pair of silver handcuffs were in her hands when he sat down. She was looking at him as he eased into his seat. He looked over at her and said, "You have given yourself to me. You have taken a leap of faith in order to see where I can take you. You are going to have take another leap of faith here now if you want to go baby. I won't fault you one bit if you don't take this ride... but if you do take it... it is blindfolded and cuffed."

He watched her look down at the items and he knew that she was most nervous about the cuffs. He leaned into her and whispered, "Would it make you feel better if you have the key?"

He could see she was thinking about it and then she shook her head... He whispered, "Very good pet..."

Conner watched her slide the scarf on and then cinch it down. Then he watched those cuffs get snapped onto her own wrists. He moved a hand towards her and whispered, "You are so much braver than you can possibly know and I honor you..."

Slowly, his lips pressed onto hers... warm and open. He let his hands move to the chain between the cuffs and moved her wrists up over her head, then bending the elbows so her wrists touched hte back of her head. He kissed her once again and said, "Before we go... there is something I need from you..."

He slid his free hand down her body to her hips, then down to her skirt... and up inside it. She opened up for him and he dipped his fingers into her. He smiled finding her so wet it was almost shameful and loved ever second. He then began to pulse inside her... slowly... cautiously... tenderly...

He then stopped his fingers and felt her body linger on him a bit. He could see she was wondering what he would do next. He whispered, "I am inside you sugah. I am in your body... Now show me you want me there... Ride my fingers... I want to see you bring yourself to the edge... and then over... Do it now... pet..."
 
Opening the glove box as Connor made his way around to the driver’s seat; her heart lurched at the sight of the handcuffs and sash. She took them in her hands as Connor sat down and she looked at his expression to see if this was some kind of test. Connor expression was stone as he said, "You have given yourself to me. You have taken a leap of faith in order to see where I can take you. You are going to have take another leap of faith here now if you want to go baby. I won't fault you one bit if you don't take this ride... but if you do take it... it is blindfolded and cuffed."

Looking at the cuffs once again to see if they were as cold and hard as they felt in her hands, doubt began to ebb the shores of her mind. What if she had read Connor all wrong? What if he could control other people but not himself? Trying to retreat from the doubt, she heard Connor say, "Would it make you feel better if you have the key?" Proving to herself that she was sticking to her guns she shook her head, ‘no.’

Bravely she put the scarf over her eyes, bringing back the erotic memories of the dinner they just shared and putting on the cuffs made her feel very vulnerable once again. She was trapped in herself again and Connor’s voice let her know she was not alone.

She felt his desire for her in the kisses he placed on her mouth and her desire responded to his. She felt him grab her cuffs as she had tried to touch him. Oh, if only she could feel him under her fingertips. The tone of his voice got her undivided attention, "Before we go... there is something I need from you..." She could only nod, not trusting herself to speak. Connor never asked anything easy from her; he always was making her draw on her own inner strength.

Listening intently, Connor did not ask with his words he asked with his fingers. She felt herself blush when he touched her because she knew how wet she was and now he knew it too. Feeling his fingers slid in her, she could feel her mind and body giving in to him. Then his fingers stop and her body begged for him to continue but her mind became alert, ‘Why did he stop? Did she let a moan escape her?’ After what seemed like an eternity, he whispered, "I am inside you sugah. I am in your body... Now show me you want me there... Ride my fingers... I want to see you bring yourself to the edge... and then over... Do it now... pet..."

Her mind froze and her body started shutting down. She thought she could do this but she could not let her mind and body go unbridled right here in broad daylight in his car for all to see. She would have to tell him that as hot as she is she cannot bring herself to do this thing he has asked of her.

The past 12 hours flashed through her mind as she focused back on Connor. She thought of the way he smelled, the way he voice stirred erotic thoughts and the way he made her respond to his demands. Then those words that he spoke to her came to haunt her once again, "Let it happen. This is what you need and what I am going to give you... Just ... let it happen..." She focused on those words and felt herself falling under his spell once again. Concentrating on his fingers inside her and wanting more of him, she did his bidding as her body shivered there in his front seat. Meghan felt herself tighten around his fingers as she came but instead of being sated she wanted him even more. “Please, release me from this torture,” she begged.
 
Please, release me from this torture!!

Conner leaned in as she came, kissing those beautiful lips as a response. He let his lips trace her cheek, down to her jaw, along her jawline and down the front of her slender neck. He whispered, "All in due time. All in due time. We have a few things we are going to do first..."

Slowly, he slowly moved his fingers out of her, moving them up to his lips and tasted the once again... only to move them to her and let her tongue dance across every joint of the fingers. She was nearly feverish for his body and he knew it. Easing her wrists to the handlebar directly in front of her, he unfastened one cuff, ran it around the bar, and the slowly back onto the wrist, securing her hands directly in front of her.

Keeping his right hand high on her inner thigh, his fingernails gently scratching at the skin, he leaned in and whispered, "Now it is time to go... pet..." He drop the car in drive... then hit the gas... The car spun in place only a couple of second, the sound of the squealing tired echoed through the parking lot before finally seating into the pavement and jolting the car forward. He turned onto the street, the onto the interstate.

The car vaulted along at nearly 90 miles an hour, weaving in and out of traffic thanks to the skill of a man who could have driven for NASCAR. He felt that wind whip through the night as they moved along! He glanced to her and could see she almost seemed timid to this. He moved one hand to her inner thigh, scratched the skin very slightly, leaned into her and said, "Would you like to see what is coming?"

She nodded... and it was expected. He was flooding her body with sensations. The smells of the city, the wind whipping, the cool air caressing her skin, the sounds of traffic, the tingling of her stomach as the speed would slow and pick up... It was amazing... He reached up, untied the knot with one hand and the the wind to the rest, letting it whip out of the car and onto the street.

It was at that time... literally when he slowed the car, letting her see their next destination. It was a large bluff tucked away down a dirt road that looked out over Lake Hammonds. He turned to her and said, "For the last 4 hours, I have kept your body on the edge. Kept your need on the edge..." He leaned forward, uncuffed her wrists and then looked at her. "Even now I can see it in your eyes. Your hungry for me. Hungry for everything."

He moved a hand to her face, and let it gently slide down it... then he whispered into her ear, "Have you ever made love in a convertible... near a lake... under the moon?"
 
Meghan tried to gain control of herself as Connor spoke against her skin, "All in due time. All in due time. We have a few things we are going to do first..." Meghan was not sure how much more she could take. Her body was on fire with a longing for him that seemed to be insatiable.

As she felt his fingers leave her body, she heard herself whimper from the loss of them. She felt his fingers on her lips and she smelled the scent of her on his fingers as she took them in her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around them wishing it was not his fingers in her mouth but him. She felt herself shiver from the desire that ran rampant throughout her body. As Connor undid a handcuff she thought she was going to get her wish but that was quickly extinguished as she felt the cuff clamp back onto her wrist.

She felt herself being pushed back in the seat as he sped from the parking lot. Submitting to the forces of the car, she felt exhilarated from the speed, the smells and the wind. As he released to sash from around her eyes she took in the spectacular view of the lake as he stopped the car. He uncuffed her wrists as he told her what she reflected in her eyes, he had made her feel so many new emotions in so little time that her mind did not have time to analysis anything all she could do was react.

She looked deep within his blue eyes and saw the raw emotions of something like a storm brewing there but it did not scare her it just excited her more as he said, "Have you ever made love in a convertible... near a lake... under the moon?" She felt his hand slide down her face to her neck as she leaned across and whispered into his ear, “Not yet but if you ask me that question again in about an hour I am absolutely positive the answer will be, ‘yes Sir’.”
She pushed herself to him and kissed him fervently as her hands pulled him closer. She wanted him so badly, she whispered shamelessly for him to slide his pants off so she could feel him in her mouth. Hungrily, she slid the head of his shaft into her mouth and teased the head of it with her tongue, sucking on it gently as she worked it to the back of her throat. She wanted to taste him, feel him, to be one with him. He had her so saturated with desire that she had no barriers left. She felt him getting close to climaxing in her mouth and she pulled him from her. She leaned up, looked in his eyes and asked, “What do you need from me?......”
 
“What do you need from me?......”

Conner felt his own body doing some betraying of it's own as he watched his shaft dip into her mouth again and again! He look down at her... "i need you... right now..."

Moaning, he reached down to her with one hand as he lowered the seats back with the other. He tore his fingers at the base of her lime green dress... pulled it up and over her body and tossed it into the back seat! His fingers fumbled with the clasps of her bra, till her beautiful mounds spilled out in front of him. The barrier between him and his honeypot was a thin fabric'd thong that he quickly disposed of by tearing off both sides of it and tossing them away too!

He positioned his back on the seats, her straddling him and he looked down her fully naked body like a main reviewing his prize stallion before a show and ran his fingers into hers, moving her hands behind her back... He squeezed gently, lifting her up and his spear punctured her as deep as it could possibly go!!!

He kept his arms tight on her, controlling the speed and angle that she went down onto him as well as the control of his own body not to spill over the edge! His 5 o'clock shadow on his face was a sharp contrast to the tender flesh of her breasts or the sharpness of his teeth as he nipped into tips...

There bodies were merged into one... a tangle of arms and legs, a pair of hearts pumping in sink, heat, fire, gasps, whispers, moans, and whimpers filled the inside of the Lexus as he brought her closer to the edge once again! He looked at her and whispered, "How many times have you cum in one night baby?"

She looked at him quietly ... lost in the feelings he was hitting her with! Conner smiled and added, "Your record is going to be broken..." Her lips drove down on his, he explore her mouth while his shaft filled her tunnel, spreading her wide, driving that a piston inside her!

He realized he was there... he was at that edge! He needed to release... He needed to mark her! He thrusted her even harder and faster till he felt her body starting to seize...

"Conner?" He heard her whisper...

"Not yet... wait for me... wait for it...." Conner whispered back as he fully controlled her body now... giving her nothing to do but accept anything he gave her...

He felt his edge cross and whispered, "Now baby... NOW... Cum for me... Cum for your Master... cum...." He felt his head throw back... his teeth clench as his cock exploding in liquid heat inside!!!
 
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