Consort In Blood

 

 

 

             

                                                                              Chapter One

 

 

 

 

  

She didn't need to touch him to know his skin would be warm. She merely had to look at him to tell because he exuded heat. His hair was black as coal and softly curled around under his ears just the way she liked. He was tall, over six feet and broad of shoulder with narrow hips. Even from across the foyer she could sense his strength. He was like a cat waiting, patient and still. Once she had seen him all the others attending the theatre that night faded from her field of vision. Only he remained.

 

 His presence was compelling in a way she could not understand. She watched him intently for several minutes then, with her heart pounding, she walked towards him. He returned her stare with equal intensity. His eyes were blue like a winter sky surrounded with long, thick lashes through which he looked at her as though he knew everything about her. At that moment, she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted with her.

 

He reached out his well-manicured hand to her and, without a thought; she let him lead her to his theatre box. Once inside it was as though they were in a private, sheltered world where none could disturb them. Instead of leading her to the seats closest to the front of the box he pulled her to the shadows in the back. Well hidden from the view of other patrons, he leaned her against the wall.

 

He slowly lowered his face to hers and, holding her arms above her head, leaned into her. His mouth traced her jaw and his tongue licked at her lips until she parted them and he slid his tongue deep into her mouth. His lips were soft as silk yet, firm and warm on hers. His tongue moved from her mouth and proceeded to trace a path down he neck. Nerve endings in her skin exploded like tiny electric shocks. She felt him nibble at her neck. She felt the heat begin to rise within her.

His hands slid down the length of her body, whilst his mouth played with her nipples until it reached her pubic mound. He kneaded her with his palm through her dress. She moaned but he placed his hand firmly over her mouth and whispered,                       

"Shush"

With great difficulty, she stifled her urge to groan out loud, from the sheer pleasure and became silent.

Suddenly, he pulled her close to him turning her body and spooning her with his own. His hand traced her hip as it made its way slowly down her leg to the hem of her dress, grasped the silky material and lifted it slowly, tracing her thigh as he did. His fingers touched the bare flesh between her stocking tops and her panties and she felt what seemed like tiny electric shocks that made her skin tingle.

 

She so wanted to reach down and touch him in return but, using his body weight to its best advantage, he had her pinned securely with her arms pressed between herself and the wall. When she tried to slide her hand down to his he pressed her harder against the wall.

 

He lifted her dress and slid his hand around to her already throbbing clitoris. He stopped only long enough to tear off her flimsy lace panties, then, she almost came immediately his fingers began a slow, rhythmic circling of her moist vulvar lips. She almost moaned aloud again but, his other hand on her waist, he again shushed her into silence.

 

She could feel his hard cock against her ass and she could feel it throb gently as he massaged her clit to the point of almost no return. Then, as she was about to come he stopped. She was about to explode when he used his hand to help raise her slightly and, gently, and moved his muscular thigh between her legs parting them enough so that he could ease his throbbing member inside her.

 

She was so wet by this time that his pulsating shaft simply slid into her. He plunged deeply and she realised he was much bigger than she had expected and, it had been a long time since she had had a lover. At first she thought he was too big and that he would hurt her but, he knew seemed to know precisely how deep to push.

 

 He began to move inside her. The movements were so slight as to be imperceptible. She had never had sex in public before and was afraid that they would hear her almost audible moans. His movements remained small yet deep and they remained almost maddeningly so.

 

His hardness filled her and his fingers were still on her engorged clit. The rhythmic movements of his fingers and cock were as none she had ever felt...the heat rising in her was almost too much to bear. She knew that her eruption was close but each time she neared the tipping point he seemed to know and stopped all movement until her breathing slowed.

 

Then, when she felt sure she could not hold back her screams, he pushed deeper inside her than ever before and she could feel he was ready for his own release. He pinched her clit between his fingertips and she shuddered as she felt him empty into her.

 

Her own orgasm released a torrent of her juices like she had never known. It was almost agonizing to not be able to scream her satisfaction to the world yet, at the same time; she had never felt so full, so used up and in such paroxysms of pleasure in her life.

 

She could feel his breath on her neck and knew he was feeling the same. He slowly and gently eased out of her and relaxed his grip on her.    

                      

Not a word had been spoken between them. And, not one person in the theatre had been aware of their lovemaking. Never before had she taken such a risk. A sexual encounter with an unknown man...what had she been thinking of? She had not thought that was the problem. Allowing herself to be overtaken by her own lust she had risked her life. She had never felt so free.

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