“Not so meek after all, are you.”
Eric nipped her earlobe and then proceeded to thrust the fingers she’d just finished licking down her pants. He delved into her folds with no hesitation. She was unbelievably wet and so, so hot. He groaned at the thought of all that heat squeezing his dick as he pounded into her.
“Stop,” Susan hissed as she futilely tried to push his hand away. “Someone might see.”
Eric chuckled wickedly and just gripped her more tightly.
“Since when does that bother you?”
“I have questions, little one,” he whispered against her neck. “Questions you’re going to answer.”
Rather than stop, Eric began to finger her right there in the middle of Ex Libris. As he set up a hectic rhythm on her clitoris, he tugged and squeezed her nipple.
Soon, she was writhing against him, rubbing her sweet little ass against his cock over and over. He was rapidly losing control of the situation. He’d planned to just ask her out, but when he’d felt her up against him all he could think about was getting some part of him inside her… now.
“Did you perform for me or do you just like to get off outside?” Eric growled his voice guttural with lust.
She hesitated so long Eric didn’t think she’d answer. She was riding his hand now, grinding her hips against him as he tortured her clitoris.
He wasn’t letting her off the hook, though. He’d come for answers and he was going to get them. Eric pinched her clitoris until she gasped.
“Answer me.”
“It was for you,” Susan gasped. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Did you fantasize about me while you masturbated? Did you imagine I was fucking you?”
Susan hesitated again. This time he tugged hard on her nipple causing her to groan.
“Yes,” she elongated the word on a groan of pleasure.
Eric abruptly stopped his exploration of her body and set her away from him.
“I expect you to be at my house at exactly 2 p.m. next Thursday. Don’t be late.”
Eric reached down, picked up the fallen book and handed it to her.
“Oh, and one more thing. If you don’t show up, I’ll hunt you down and bring you to my house bodily, so save us both the trouble and be there.”
With those words, Eric turned and left the store grinning from ear to ear.
Chapter 3
What the hell was she thinking? She was clearly going off the deep end. Susan couldn’t believe she was actually contemplating going to Eric’s house. She was an utter and complete fool. It was bad enough that she had let him touch her that way in public, but to willingly consent to whatever game he’d decided to play with her was foolish and she knew it.
But, damn, she was curious. She’d spent the last week vacillating between mortification at her reaction to Eric in the bookstore and frustration at his leaving her in that state.
After he’d left, she’d been so humiliated she’d run to the ladies room to collect herself. Once she was safely ensconced in a stall, however, she kept replaying Eric’s sensual assault in her mind to the point where the only way she could calm down was to finish what he’d started. The orgasm was unbelievably intense. She’d had to stuff her fist in her mouth and bite down in order to prevent herself from screaming.
Fast forward one week and she was sitting on her bed staring at her closet and trying to figure out what she was going to wear to his house. Eric hadn’t even said what they were going to be doing. I mean what did you wear to a maybe date with the man you’d been masturbating for so he’d already seen all of your unmentionables before you ever set foot through the door?
Susan eyed her closet. It was an organizer’s dream. She’d had one of those custom closet systems installed and everything was color-coordinated within item groupings. Not one item was out of place. Even her bras had those fancy drawers that laid them out so that the cups didn’t get mashed.
The rest of the room was the same way. A neatly made bed covered in wine colored microfiber dominated the room. One thing Susan didn’t skimp on was her sleep and her queen-size mattress was plush. Other than the bed though, her room was fairly utilitarian. A simple dresser that held extra linens - all of her clothes were in the closet system. A large chaise lounge covered in soft, pale blue corduroy took up one corner next to a floor lamp and table overflowing with books.
The books were the only note of disorder in the room. She read everything, no genre escaped her perusal and yes, she did read romances. Hell, romances were about the only sex life she’d had over the last two years. Her books were piled randomly on the table. They were dog-eared and clearly well used. The rest of the room, however, was clean and neat to the point of military precision.
Who was she kidding, she didn’t do crazy. Susan planned everything down to the minutia. Frankly, that’s what made this situation so freaky. This was not like her at all. The game with Eric was so outside of her normal personality that it was as if an entirely different person took over her body. Normal Susan couldn’t reconcile what Kinky Susan was doing.
Kinky Susan was getting her into trouble. Masturbating in the backyard, damn near fucking her neighbor in public. What was next, whips and chains? Pole dancing? Kinky Susan was wet and vibrating at the notion of finding out what Eric had in store for her, but Normal Susan was cringing and a bit nauseous.
She might as well face it, she didn’t have the courage to look Eric in the face after what had happened at Ex Libris. Susan had taken avoiding him to Olympic levels. If they gave out medals for ducking into doorways and crouching behind bushes, she’d earned the gold for sure.
She wasn’t going. He’d threatened to track her down if she didn’t show up, but did that really matter? She was in control of what she did, not him. If she didn’t show up what was the worst thing he could do to her?
She wasn’t going to come. Eric could practically feel her waffling. He knew Susan was home. Her car was in her driveway and he’d watched her walk into her house that morning.
She’d been doing her damnedest to avoid him all week. He’d gotten a kick out of it in the beginning. He was just frustrated now.
The first time she’d run into him after the bookstore, she’d turned such a pretty shade of red he couldn’t help but smile. He’d been walking out his front door when she’d been about to get into her car. She’d frozen like a deer in headlights when she’d noticed him.
Eric had grinned at her discomfort. He didn’t think it was possible, but she reddened even more. He’d decided to put her out of her misery and had walked over to his car. When he moved, she’d finally recovered herself and all but leapt into her car. Just as she swung the door shut, Eric had called out, “Two o’clock, Susan. Don’t be late!” She’d backed out of her driveway so fast her tires squealed.
He hadn’t seen her since.
Eric was nothing if not a man of his word. He’d told her he’d go after her and he would too. If she forced him to run her to ground in public again, he’d make the bookstore look private in comparison to the public orgasm he’d force on her.
She really shouldn’t push him in this. Eric was not a man who generally went without sex. That’s not to say he was a man-slut, he was definitely picky, but Susan’s little show crept into his head every time he tried to get down with someone else. As a result, the only sex he’d gotten since Susan had started her little carnal matinee had been of the manual variety.
He was horny and cranky and, if he had to kidnap her and tie her down, he was going to fuck her. Today.
Eric had spent the entire last week planning this afternoon. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to her and what he planned was going to take her places he was quite sure she’d never been. The key was Susan’s voluntary participation. He wouldn’t force anything on her, that wasn’t his deal, but he very much wanted her at his mercy. Submitting to him. Being penetrated by him.