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© copyright by Megan Ziese, Feb. 2008 Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, Feb. 2008 New Concepts Publishing Lake Park, GA 31636 www.newconceptspublishing.com

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Chapter One YOUR DESIRES WILL EITHER SET YOU FREE OR CONSUME YOU. Sherry mulled over the cryptic sentence on the card one last time before she got ready to leave the office for the day. She traced the outline of it with her fingers, letting them linger over the printed words. It was a simple card, discreet in nature. At first glance it appeared to be just like the hundred other off-white ordinary business cards she had accumulated over the years in her personal organizer, except there was one integral difference. This card had absolutely nothing to do with work and, in fact, gave her insider access to a society she had never known existed, let alone heard of, until today. If the circumstances of her life had been different, she might never have known of its existence at all. She might never have discovered that deep within her hometown of Atlanta, and other large cities like it, there were dark and mysterious activities underground, that beneath the hum-drum bustle exterior there thrived an entirely different nightlife from the one that most citizens enjoyed. An anticipatory wave of gooseflesh snaked down Sherry’s back beneath the cream colored silk blouse of her tailored suit as she cautiously slipped the non-assuming card into a small pocket in her purse. She snapped the purse closed and swallowed past a nervous knot that had suddenly formed in her now dry throat, biting her lower lip subconsciously. As the full implications of what the card represented struck her, she felt her stomach swim, but she couldn’t quite convince herself that it was naïve innocence that was the culprit. When her best and only friend Beth had relived her most recent exhilarating conquest on their lunch break earlier, Sherry had simply sat down and politely put on her most sincere listening face. In all actuality, she had been internalizing her feelings. She didn’t mean to half-heartedly pay attention, but that was all she had to offer at the time being. She was happy that her dear friend was not the least bit troubled with inhibitions and was enjoying life. Beth was truly a good person and well-deserving of happiness wherever she found it. But a small part of her couldn’t help envying the wild abandon her friend showed when it came to her love life. Sure there was quite a difference in age between the two of them, but even when she had been Beth’s age, she had never shown such boldness in the pursuit of her own sexual gratification. She had always been too focused on making the grade, getting ahead at college until graduation, and then she had always been trying to get ahead at work, always a breath away from that big promotion they had been stringing her along with for years. When it came right down to it, though, Sherry couldn’t lay the blame for her own unrest anywhere but at her own feet. She had let this happen, in fact, encouraged it. No one made her work weekends or told her not to date. She had just let her unrelenting desire for excellence in her career set her adrift in a vast sea of loneliness. And, until yesterday, her thirty-fifth birthday, it had all gone on seemingly unnoticed. She was afraid to admit that she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex. That one thought brought all the emotional turmoil of her birthday back with a vengeance. She

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swallowed hard past a lump of emotion that suddenly made it difficult to breathe. Dutifully taking one more look around her office to make sure that everything was ready for work on Monday, Sherry felt satisfied that she had not neglected any tasks and turned off the monitor on her computer before pushing in her keyboard at her desk and getting up to leave. After today, she would forever look at her computer in a wholly different light. She had never used it for anything except for work, had never even thought about using it for personal reasons . . . until now. But that was the thing about catalysts . . . they made shit happen. She had emailed her profile, including all of her important personal and medical information that Beth had informed her was necessary to process her ‘membership’, to the email address typed in small letters on the back of the card. In only a few hours she had received a response. It was unlike anything she could have anticipated. She felt her cheeks blush and a tingling warmth creep through her sex as she recalled the details of the email she had received. Sherry. I command you to meet me at the diner on the corner of 4th and Main. Wear only an ankle-length coat and nothing else. Sit at booth three at 7:00 and wait for me. Sherry picked up the pace as she made her way to her small car in the company parking garage. She would have to hurry home to get freshened up and to be able to get there before 7:00. She smiled as she thought about how her supervisor would be thoroughly surprised not to see her working diligently this weekend, but she had put in her dues. She deserved to have a little fun, if for only one night. After battling rush hour traffic for an hour, Sherry parked in front of her small apartment and quickly went in. She had less than two hours to get ready. That sounded like a lot of time at first, but as the time drew closer to her rendezvous, and she became more and more anxious, the less she got accomplished. She did, however, manage get in a great shower, making sure to shave everything bald. That alone had her feeling like an entirely different person. When she finally exited the shower and made her way into her bedroom to towel off, she heard the pitter-patter of rain on her window. She listened to the soothing sound as it ensued. She had always loved the rain. There was something very comforting about it. She supposed that it was something that had been passed down because her mother had confessed of a similar affection for the element and her grandfather before her. It stood to reason that she would feel such a connection to it. Of course, today it was rather convenient as well. She wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb in her long rain coat at the diner if other people were bundled up against the weather. She wondered briefly if the man who had emailed her had known about the possibility of rain. Could he have planned their rendezvous around it? She didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts as she pulled her light tan raincoat from her closet and pushed her arms into it, noticing that the large red digital numbers on her clock read 6:40. She would have to leave to make it by 7:00. Feeling that warm tingling of anticipation thrum through her core again now that the time to go through with this plan was so near, she made haste to her front door, taking one last look in the mirror by her door before grabbing her keys off of the key ring and heading for the car. Fifteen minutes later, Sherry had managed to not break any speed limits or her neck as she reached the parking lot of Bingham’s Diner. She took a moment to steady

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herself, holding the steering wheel with both hands as she took a few deep calming breaths. “You can do this,” she assured herself. She closed her eyes, trying to will her heart beat to slow down. She didn’t want to make a complete fool of herself. She was a grown woman for god’s sake. She could handle a fling. If men could do it and not blink an eye, she could do it. There was nothing to it. Both parties were consenting, no strings attached. What was there to worry about? She licked her lips and bit her lower lip, trying to see through the rain into the diner. There weren’t a whole lot of cars, and there were less people inside. She supposed that was a good thing. Less people to watch her make a complete ass of herself while she tried to talk to someone she didn’t know who she planned to have sex with. Her stomach flip-flopped again at that thought, but the only thing she could do to get over the feeling was go through with it or leave, and she damn sure wasn’t going to leave. She wasn’t a quitter. She had set out to do something, and she was damn well going to finish it, despite the fact that she was on entirely new ground here. And fighting panic because the unknown was almost as scary as it was exciting! She took the keys out of the ignition and pulled the hood of her raincoat around her red hair, making sure as much of it was tucked inside as possible. She checked the buttons of her coat, hoping to god none of them came undone as she tried to dash inside. She looked nervously down at her lap, at the last button which only came to her hip, but she felt certain that there was enough material that it wouldn’t gape as she ran and expose her. Opening her car door, she jumped out and slammed the door, making a quick walk to the door of the diner only a few feet away. Sherry jumped as the bell at the top of the door announced her arrival. The whiny music of a country song filled her ears, jangling her nerves, and making her feel even more out of her element. “Hello,” Mr. Bingham, she deduced from his nametag, said from behind the counter, waiving a metal spatula covered with grease at her as he smiled at her pleasantly. Sherry nodded at him politely, slightly embarrassed that she was acting so skittish, but perhaps no one had noticed? She scanned her legs to make sure nothing was exposed. Seeing that she was fine in that department, she looked around for table numbers. She followed the booths in descending order until she found table number three. It was in the back of the diner, as far away from the kitchen area and the other couple occupying the diner by the front door as she could get and the discovery soothed her frazzled nerves a little. At least it would be private. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so awkward when she didn’t have to worry about being observed? She sat down and scooted into the horse shoe shaped booth, smoothing the floor length maroon table cloth once she had settled. She had passed the diner many times but had never actually come inside. She was always too busy to eat at a sit down place. Her meals consisted of things in cups or salad boxes, an apple at her desk or a meal bar while she typed. She’d barely settled and looked around when the owner/cook came into view from around the bend in the diner and walked up to her table. “What can I get for you today miss? Something to drink? Maybe a hot cup of coffee to warm you up?” “No, thanks. I’m waiting for someone. We’ll order after he gets here.” She didn’t know if they’d order or not, she realized, but she didn’t want the man

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hovering over her disapprovingly for using his place of business as nothing more than a rendezvous. The thought made her regret that she hadn’t at least ordered coffee, but she dismissed it. Once her ‘date’ arrived, they’d probably order something and if not, they’d leave, and she needn’t face the man’s disapproval anyway. Nodding at her dismissal, Mr. Bingham turned and disappeared into the front of the diner again. Her doubts swarmed back when he’d left, her stomach churning with a combination of anticipation and nerves. Staring out the plate glass window at the rain, she sat rubbing her hands up and down her arms a little absently, hoping to instill a little warmth through the material of her raincoat. The diner wasn’t cold, but the rain had been, and she couldn’t take off her coat because she didn’t have anything else. She couldn’t get her mind off of her nakedness either—the coat did nothing to make her feel dressed, which was odd considering it covered her completely. She wasn’t exposed. She couldn’t imagine why she felt so exposed unless it was just the fact that the coat was outer wear and she was used to being fully dressed beneath it. After a little thought, she decided the fact that she’d shaved her muff probably had a lot to do with her feeling of nakedness and the currents of sexual excitement swirling through her. Her sex felt so very, very naked without the hair and so sensitive! She felt excruciatingly sensitive all over, she realized. No wonder she felt aroused. It wasn’t just that she was anticipating meeting someone. It wasn’t merely the fact that she’d done something so uncharacteristically brazen by leaving the house in nothing but a raincoat. The stiff material next to her bare skin abraded it just enough to arouse an acute awareness of her body that she never had in her street clothes. Every breath she took, every movement, however slight, created waves of sharp awareness. Her nipples had puckered almost the moment she’d donned the coat and had stayed that way, becoming more sensitive with the engorgement of blood that continued to pulse in the tips. The brush of the stiff fabric along her bare arms and legs and torso and breasts was almost like a caress. The light dusting of down all over her body that served as sensors remained on full alert, keeping every nerve ending poised for more stimulation. It was a paradox that the opposite was true of her sex. Denuded of any hair at all, ‘it’ should have been less ‘aware’, particularly when the damned coat didn’t even brush her there, and yet it seemed to have taken on a life of its own apart from the mind that should have commanded it, dominating her awareness even beyond the streams of sensation that wafted through her from her nipples every time the material brushed her there. The acute awareness became more of an irritant the longer she sat waiting— moments stretching into minutes that felt like hours. Just when Sherry was beginning to think that this had all been a complete waste of time and a terribly bad idea, she felt a hand settle on her knee beneath the table cloth. She squealed and jumped in her seat at the same time. “I command you to spread your legs.” Just as she realized who the voice obviously belonged to, Mr. Bingham hurried to her table. “Is everything alright Miss?” Sherry blushed crimson, debating whether she should get up and leave. The urge was so strong that for several moments she considered doing just that, but a moment of insanity took control of her. “Yes, I’m sorry. I thought I saw a spider. . . . I don’t have very good eyesight. It was nothing. Sorry about that.”

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Mr. Bingham didn’t look quite convinced. After giving her a strange look, though, he turned and left again. Sherry watched his departure with an odd sense of doom—as if watching the last lifeboat drift beyond reach. The sense of adventure had abandoned her abruptly. All she could think about was how very strange it was that the man had been lying in wait for her beneath the table. Or had he slipped under unnoticed while she was staring out the window in zombie land, too attuned to the unaccustomed sparks and jolts of her nakedness to really be aware of anything else? Had he been staring at her sex the whole time? Or was it too dark under there to see? The thought that he might have made her sex tingle with reawakened excitement. As soon as the man had gone, Sherry picked up a menu that was lying on the table and held it up in front of her face, hiding her expression in case anyone else came up or looked her way, and then she addressed the man under the table, “Who are you, and what the hell are you doing under the table?” There was a mixture of amusement and irritation in his voice when he responded. “You were commanded to appear for a fantasy encounter. The rule is that you present yourself and accept whatever happens next—without question.” She felt his hand return to her knee. A second hand settled on her other knee, applying pressure. The doubts she’d had before swarmed over her, and she resisted, briefly, his demand that she open her legs before reluctantly allowing him to push her legs wider. She’d thought they would simply meet here and then go some place private to act out their ‘fantasy’ encounter! Maybe even her car, or his—she didn’t know what she’d expected, but it dawned on her forcefully that she shouldn’t have had any preconceived expectations. Beth had made it clear that that was the part she found most exhilarating, not just sex with a stranger, but the adventure of never knowing what to expect at all! The absurdity of her situation didn’t escape her nor did the outrageousness of allowing an unknown man to fondle her intimately in a public place, but there was certainly no doubt that that was his intention. The moment he’d pushed her legs open, he thrust the edges of her raincoat aside, slipping hot, rough hands along her bare thighs. She stifled another scream as she felt the stroke of his thumbs along the outer lips of her sex. Gooseflesh rippled all over her body. Her eyes widened, the images on the menu she was holding in front of her face blurring as she focused inwardly on the image her mind created. She couldn’t believe she was letting a complete stranger do this to her! In public no less! She didn’t even know what he looked like! She should object, she thought wildly, push him away, get up, run for her car! She didn’t do any of those things, though, paralyzed by the horror of her situation and at the same time frozen by the sudden certainty that she knew what he intended to do as he slipped his hands around to her buttocks and tugged her toward the edge of the seat. He pushed her legs wider still once he had her positioned, exposing her nether lips to him completely. His hands stroked her thighs, and he began to rain kisses where his hands explored. Her belly clenched in hopefulness as she felt the path he was blazing with his lips toward her sex. The discovery that her mouth had gone desert dry finally penetrated her consciousness, and she realized she’d begun to pant for breath and he hadn’t even

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reached his goal yet. She bit her lip to keep from making any noise when she felt his thumbs along her nether lips again, parting them, and then the first hot, rough stroke of his tongue along her cleft, parting the inner petals as he stroked her from her sex up to the juncture of her nether lips. The chill bumps that raced over her that time covered even her scalp, making the hair prickle. Swallowing against a knot that might have been her heart lodged in her throat, she braced her hands that were clutching the menu in a now frantic grip on the table and closed her eyes, opening herself up to the feelings this stranger was provoking in her. In the dark, there was only feeling, the feel of his hot skin against her cooler skin, the feel of her pussy growing wet beneath his administrations. She sucked in a quick breath as she felt the hot wet lap of his tongue on her clitoris. It took everything she had not to jump completely away from him. She had desperately hoped that he would touch her there, and it still sent a jolt through her when he did. She’d forgotten just how good it felt to have a hot mouth on her there, to feel the faint abrasion of a stroking tongue. She felt like a woman starved, starved of attention, and now he was filling her with desire so intense she wasn’t certain she couldn’t handle it. Abruptly keenly aware of her surroundings again, afraid any sound she made might be heard above the music playing on the jukebox, she trapped a moan in her throat as his tongue lathed her clitoris in small circles before he brought his lips to the skin and sucked it gently with his mouth. Her insides quaked with need, and she could feel her pussy becoming more and more damp with need, her channel weeping moisture in response to him. Without realizing it, she slipped lower in the seat, spread her legs wider, and began to thrust her hips to meet his wet kisses, moving up to meet the next wave of hot wet texture as he alternated between suckling at her clit and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. She could feel the heat building inside of her, intense and all-consuming, could feel herself rising toward climax despite the distraction of her surroundings. Maybe even because of the restrictions it placed on her. The need to remain quiet, to try to present the appearance that nothing at all was happening forced her to keep everything tightly inside and seemed to intensify the experience almost beyond bearing. As if sensing how close she was to completely losing control, he pressed his mouth firmly against her clitoris and nether lips, running his hands over her hips and under her ass to cup it and slide her a little further down in the booth so that he could pleasure her easier. He licked and nibbled, suckled and teased, panting hot breaths on the lips of her sex, lapping her juices as she quivered beneath him, perilously near release. Sherry thought she would go mad with the need to let go and the fear that, in doing so, she would give them away. He caressed her until she thought she could stand it no longer, her nether lips hot and throbbing with need, her belly cramping with her efforts to keep from coming. “Please,” she whispered, “I want . . . .” He stopped, his hands now on her widespread thighs. “Yes?” he whispered in a husky voice. Sherry fumbled for the words. She knew what she wanted, what she needed. She just didn’t know if she could say it. But was it so hard, after all? It wasn’t as if she had to

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look him in the eye. “I want more. I need penetr . . . .” She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence. He pressed his face against her pussy again, and this time thrust his tongue inside of her hot core. She gasped out loud at the sensations rocking through her, her legs shaking with her need, her climax building until she thought she would go over the edge with just his tongue leading the way. He didn’t disappoint her. He slipped one finger inside of her, thrusting in and out, setting a rhythm that she met thrust for thrust. After a moment, he slid another finger inside and began to suckle her clitoris again, moaning low in his throat, thrusting harder and faster, pumping into her, fucking her senseless with his hot fingers, her juices bathing him. The music thumping on the jukebox faded. She lost touch with the world around her as her body consumed her with its needs, drew her into a dark world of fire where nothing else existed but the need to attain the release she’d been struggling to fight. Mindlessly, she thrust her hips against his fingers, striving to meet his rhythm, and then she climaxed. She clamped her jaws tightly together, trying to stifle it, but a soft whimper escaped her lips as the pleasure cascaded over her, his fingers continuing to thrust deep into her channel, his expert tongue lapping at her woman’s nub until she thought she would have to beg him to stop. And then, he did stop. Sherry let out a long sigh of relief, struggling to compose herself as the climax abated and her body slowly returned to normal. The moment her pulse began to slow, her brain kicked into gear again, and her senses expanded abruptly in a quick search to determine if they’d been discovered. Vaguely relieved when she didn’t notice anything that indicated an awareness of the other occupants of what had just happened at table three, she relaxed fractionally. She still didn’t know whether to be relieved or not. Whoever he was, he had definitely satisfied her. But now that the passion was spent, she felt excruciatingly awkward. What did someone do in a situation like this? What did you say? Her cheeks and ears began to darken as a blush crept upon her. She set her menu down with as much normalcy as she could manage. Still uncertain of what she should say or what to do, she cleared her throat, hoping that might score a reaction from the stranger beneath the table. “I command you to go home.” That was it, she thought in bewilderment, resisting the urge to duck down and fling the tablecloth out of the way to give him a piece of her mind? He gives me a mindshattering orgasm and then tells me to leave? Just like that? What about him? Had he gotten off? Heat flooded her at the thought that he had been masturbating while he serviced her, but she didn’t even know if he could’ve managed it. She couldn’t remember anything except what he’d done to her, and she discovered she didn’t really want to know. She didn’t understand, but she wasn’t about to wait around and debate her debacle in the diner. With as much dignity as she could muster, she covered her legs back up with her raincoat and slid out of the booth. She took a look down at herself when she stood up, making sure she was decently covered and that her legs were steady enough to carry her

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out before she left the diner and found the sanctity of her car. The rain had stopped. Sherry didn’t notice though. Thoughts were buzzing through her mind like an angry hive of bees. Her heart beat still had not returned to normal when she put the key in the ignition. What had she done, she thought, a little blank with shock?

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Chapter Two “So, what do you have to say for yourself?” Try though she might, Sherry didn’t think she could ignore Beth’s inquisition throughout her entire lunch break. She examined the black spork she held poised in her chicken salad with an intensity she didn’t feel, but it was no use, Beth always got what she wanted, and Sherry damn sure didn’t feel like playing defense at the moment anyway. She sighed heavily as the repercussions of her actions came crashing down on her, the reasons behind her moment of insanity no more clear on this disgustingly bright Monday morning than they were the night it had happened. What had she been thinking? She had done . . . well . . . most of the nasty with a complete stranger. She had never been so reckless in her life. Sure, knowing someone before you had sex wasn’t a complete guarantee that they were disease free, et cetera, but at least you knew what they looked like and some of their personal history. She didn’t have a name or a face to go with the man at the diner. “What are you talking about?” Sherry mumbled innocently enough. “You know damn well what I’m talking about, Sherry.” Beth set her tray of lunch that she had been holding down on the picnic table beside Sherry before she continued, “Did you go through with it? Did you enjoy yourself if you did? I have to know the details.” She sat beside her friend, her face alight with the quirky inquisitiveness of youth. The telltale blush that stole into Sherry’s cheeks spoke volumes. She didn’t regret what had happened—she didn’t think—but she just couldn’t bring herself to lay so much of her personal life bare, even to her good friend. On the other hand, she thought wryly, she didn’t have to actually say anything. Her blush had certainly given away at least the fact that she had, indeed, gone ‘through’ with it. There didn’t seem much point in trying to lie and pretend she had no idea what Beth was talking about, or to pretend outrage that Beth would think she would do such a thing. Besides that, she’d been left with so many questions that disturbed her, she couldn’t resist the urge to pump her friend for more information. The need to know if her own experience was completely unique wasn’t something she could just ignore. Why would the guy command her to appear, satisfy her so thoroughly, and then just leave without doing anything about his own needs? That bothered the hell out of her almost as much as the fact that she hadn’t even set eyes on him. “Beth, I know you’ve told me about what happens sometimes when you go out on one of your little adventures, but you never mentioned anything about the other party being extremely secretive. Is it always like that?” Beth tried not to smile too big at the question, as she could see that Sherry was feeling uncomfortable because she was out of her element, but she realized that the comment in its own way was a confirmation of her questions. She turned to her lunch and started to dig in as she answered the question. “It’s a submission thing. I thought you understood that—that’s what the ‘I command you’ thing is all about. They get off on the secrecy of it, and the anonymity, and also the fact that the women are completely at their

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command and willing to do whatever they want—no questions asked, no complaints, no balking. But every date is different.” She shrugged. “You can put in a request for different things if you’re particular, but I like the excitement of the unknown, the unexpected. I thought you might, as well.” Her ‘date’ had been all of those things, that was for damn sure. What was more unexpected than that was how she felt about it now. In retrospect, she probably should have took a little more time to think about how she would feel after everything was said and done, but that would have required a level of clear-heading thinking and responsibility that she hadn’t wanted to give the situation. Now, all she could think about was the man who had pleasured her. Who was he? What did he look like? Why did he take part in the game? Was it all prearranged to his preference or was it someone else’s design? Was the man even single? “So you never know who you’re with?” she asked uneasily. “It really depends on who selected you. Some of them want to be known to you and some don’t. Sometimes that’s a big part of the game.” “They select us?” Sherry asked a little nervously, feeling her heart jolt uncomfortably at the discovery, although she wasn’t certain if it pleased her more that she’d been chosen or unnerved her more. She hadn’t realized that it worked that way. She’d thought it was just a sort of random thing—like picking a name out of a hat, or that the computer just ‘assigned’ the women. Of course she hadn’t given it any thought, nor had she asked previously the exact workings and nature of the whole organization. She realized she hadn’t because she’d been just too unnerved to ask. It was like closing your eyes and taking a leap into a questionable body of water—no idea what might be down there but determined to take a swim anyway. And she had been determined. She had talked herself into trying it because she’d envied the excitement Beth got out of it and felt a desperate need for a taste of excitement and adventure in her own life. Beth seemed to sense her discomfort. “Of course, I wish sometimes that I could do a little selecting, but you’re either ‘in’ or ‘out’. It was designed by and for men. The women who sign up just happen to get enjoyment out of it, as well. If you’re not satisfied, you just don’t play anymore. Were you . . . satisfied? If you don’t want to say, that’s fine. Just tell me if you want me to take your name off of their list. I can do that for you.” Sherry examined the food she wasn’t eating earnestly, avoiding Beth’s sweet, understanding face. She tried to tell herself that it was ridiculous to feel embarrassed about what had happened, embarrassed that her friend had an inkling of what had happened. It wasn’t like Beth knew the details, she just knew that something had happened. And, for God’s sake, she was grown. Adults had crazy weird consensual sex all the time and thought nothing about it—well, congratulated themselves over it instead of beating themselves up afterward. Except for her. She had been on a five year drought. She had been on a lifetime of self-induced inhibition that had kept her from harm, certainly, but also kept her from experiencing anything really exciting or adventurous. Did she really want to opt out after only one taste? Especially when she couldn’t say she hadn’t enjoyed it. She wasn’t sure she’d recovered from the shock, yet, of having an orgasm in public, but then again, the more she thought about it, the more certain she was that it

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hadn’t been totally spontaneous, even though it had seemed that way to her. She was sure the man hadn’t just planned to meet her there and planned to give her oral sex while hiding beneath the table. He would’ve had to have ‘inside’ help and/or information. Maybe the whole thing had been a setup and the other couple had been in on it as well as the owner? That made her uncomfortable on one level, but it also reassured her that she was operating under a safety net—a weird one, maybe, but she needed the reassurance that there was a safety net. Sherry closed her eyes and held a steadying hand to her forehead, struggling to get past her initial discomfort. She needed to give Beth an answer now because she sure as hell wasn’t going to bring this up again any time soon. She could hardly stand the gooseflesh that had rippled all over her at the memories that assaulted her when she had asked questions about the stranger. Should she then tell Beth that she did or did not want to see him again? Or someone else, for that matter, because she knew now that there was no guarantee that she would see the same man over and over again? She had enjoyed her experience, as awkward as she had felt about it during and after. Aside from the obvious pleasure that she had experienced, it had been liberating actually. She had never been what she considered a total prude, but this had certainly opened her eyes up to new possibilities. Was it that it bothered her more than she’d thought it would to enjoy herself being intimate with a stranger, no strings attached? That could be the case, she thought wryly, even though she’d known going in that that was exactly what she’d agreed to. She definitely wanted the physical aspect of the deal, the sexual gratification, but she realized she’d also wanted some emotional fulfillment, as well, actually expected it in spite of the situation. She sighed inwardly. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. She didn’t have the time or the inclination to start another round of dating selection. That was why she’d agreed to dive in to this crazy thing to start with—no time for a search for a relationship and no desire to do without physical intimacy on and on while she searched for Mister Perfect. “You don’t have to take my name off the list. I’m not unhappy about what took place.” With that said, Sherry abruptly got up and grabbed her tray laden with what was left of her lunch. She looked at the partially eaten salad when she next spoke to Beth. “I’ll see you later. I really need to get back to those figures I was going over. The deadline is coming up for my project.” She quickly walked away before Beth could say anything else on the subject. A little guilt for being so rude and leaving so suddenly crept over Sherry when she sat down at her desk, but she just had to get away. She had to return to the safety and comfort of normal, to her office, the place that she had come to for solitude for so many years. But, as she worked for the next few hours, she was discomfited to discover that she found little solace in her routine. It distressed her that the work that she had enjoyed so enthusiastically for so many years failed to keep her nagging thoughts from her mind. Inevitably, her mind kept straying back to what had happened in the diner, the sexy stranger that had pleasured her, and Beth’s words. The urge to check her email had plagued her constantly throughout the day. She had never even owned an email account before she had signed up with the organization,

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which had been one of their requirements. She had never really needed one. She didn’t have time to have friends, except for Beth, and that was only because she was the only other woman that was around her age that worked at the same firm. They really didn’t have much more than that in common. Thus, she didn’t have anyone to converse with in internet chat groups or via email or on the phone for that matter. The only family she had was just as busy as she was and got all of their social time in on the holidays. Sherry was glad that she had waited until it was time to clock out for the day to check her email. If it contained a message from someone and she had read it while at work, it might have affected the quality of her project. And of course, if there was nothing, then she had something to look forward to later. She took a few deep breaths as her stubbornly slow internet connection downloaded her username and password to her email account. She bit her lip nervously as the little bar at the bottom of the page slowly filled until a new page appeared. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that there was one unread message in her inbox. Her heart leapt up to her throat and starting beating frantically. Clicking on the icon to open her inbox, a new window opened up, and she read the subject line for the email: I Command You Her body instantly became warm all over from just having read the words. Could it be? Was it him? The stranger from before had used those words, but perhaps that was just something she was identifying him with that she shouldn’t attribute to him personally. It could be just a message that they shared communally, something to identify one another. Not wanting to debate it further, ready to read the message for herself, feeling certain something in the words would give her a clue one way or another to the contact’s identity, she opened the email and began to read. Sherry. I command you to go to the nature reserve off of Hwy 84. Meet me on top of the tower at 7:00. Wear a short skirt and a button blouse and nothing else. For an undetermined amount of time, Sherry stared at the words on the screen. Try as she might, she couldn’t make a positive connection between this message and the last, couldn’t see anything about it that told her whether it was the same man or not. The message was short and to the point, just like the other had been. There had been that command again and the instruction to wear something specific, but then she couldn’t know that that wasn’t the way it always played out. Her belly quivered with anticipation regardless of her uncertainty. Now that she had played this game once before, she had more of an idea of what to expect—knew this wasn’t going to be just a rendezvous to meet up and then go somewhere else. Of course, the location was in no way similar to the previous one. When she had been pleasured in the diner, although it was public, there had been a modicum of privacy with the table cloth, the menu, and the jukebox music. The nature reserve was entirely different. She had been there before, years ago, but she had a feeling that they hadn’t poured money into the place since then. It was never really busy, which was one thing that it had in common with the diner. It was a public place, as well, but far more open. She tried to imagine the place in her mind’s eye and decided she must be wrong and he didn’t really intend to have sex with her there. As far as she could recall, there really wasn’t a place that the stranger could possibly have in mind to have sex, unlike the diner. If it was supposed to go down at all like before, with the identity being kept a secret, she didn’t see how it was going to happen.

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But perhaps that was just it. It wasn’t going to be anything like before? It had to be a different man, she decided. There was no way she could have sex at the reserve without seeing the stranger. Even if he didn’t plan to do anything there, and they drove her to another location, she would still see who it was. An unexpected feeling of disappointment swept over her when she decided that it was going to be someone else she would be meeting this time. She hadn’t realized that she was anticipating meeting her stranger from before. Something about him had been so amazing, exhilarating. His mouth and hands. Despite the wry amusement the thought provoked, she knew it was true. It hadn’t just been the unknown, the fear of getting caught, the non-commitment that had shot her libido through the roof. His husky voice, the amusement in his voice at her first, startled reaction, had imprinted itself on her mind as much as his touch. She’d had a ‘sense’ of him as an individual, not just as a nameless, faceless stranger. He had had a presence all his own, and now she probably wouldn’t see him again. She closed the email and got up from her desk. She almost didn’t feel like meeting whoever it was. That was ridiculous, of course, she had no real connection to the man before, other than the brief time they had shared, but it seemed unrealistic to her that many people could find so much enjoyment with just anyone. He hadn’t been just anyone to her. He had made her feel so many things, things that she hadn’t felt before. He had made her step outside of who she had become, had shown her that there were things about herself that even she didn’t know, like her desire to perform in a public place. Never in a million years would she have consented if one of her exes had asked her to have sex in a public place, but now . . . . **** Sherry checked the clock on the dash of her car as she put the vehicle in park. The clock read 6:50. She had arrived just in time. If she hadn’t spent so much time debating whether she should go through with it, she might have gotten here a little sooner. It had been a tough decision, but she still held out some hope that the stranger would be the same from before. She stepped out of her car, being sure to hold the front of her skirt down as she exited, hoping no one would get an eyeful. She felt scandalous all over again, but it was much more exciting this time. She had done as instructed and left her bra and panties at home. She carried nothing but her keys, which she jangled like a teenager nervously in her hand as she walked up the wooden plank path of the reserve. She could see the tower in the distance. Everything was just as she remembered it. The recent rain they had been having had brought all the greenery out in full bloom. The scenery was beautiful. She stopped to smell beautiful flowers that hung over the railing as she walked down the path, not really wanting to rush to her final destination, in case there was any disappointment looming. A squirrel blocked her path at one point and cursed at her, skipping around frantically. She smiled as the angry little devil moved to another couple further away that was throwing bread to the wildlife. It cussed at them, and they let out little squeals of joy as they fed him. She only passed one other person on the way to the tower, a man that was walking down the flight of stairs as she was going up. She wondered briefly if other people in the organization had used this place as a rendezvous before, if perhaps the man she had passed was a part of the game or, in fact, the man she was supposed to meet. Or, he could

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just be a regular average joe that had absolutely no idea that weirdoes like her came to this place seeking sex. A little out of breath from climbing the four stories of stairs, Sherry was thankful when she reached the top. She hadn’t realized that the tower was so tall or considered until she’d started up the stairs that if anyone started up behind her they were liable to get an eyeful considering she didn’t have a stitch on under the short skirt. It had dawned on her forcefully, though, once she’d climbed the first flight and looked down, unnerving her even more. The top of the tower was much like she remembered it except older and a little more weather worn, the tiny maintenance shed listing slightly. The sole bench on the lookout was unoccupied. Disconcerted when she discovered she was alone, she moved to the wooden railing that lined the square top of the tower after a few moments, leaning against it once she’d checked it for sturdiness and looking down at the grounds of the park. She’d forgotten how breathtaking the view was. Dragging in a steadying breath, she occupied herself with taking in the beauty of the reserve while she waited, trying to occupy her thoughts with identifying different animals so that she didn’t focus on the jittery nervousness that was beginning to steal over her. She didn’t have to wait long. She had just spotted what she thought was a deer grazing in a thick patch of trees when she heard the faint scrape of a shoe along the surface of the tower and realized she wasn’t alone as she’d thought. An arm circled her waist before the realization had fully registered. A hand closed around the ponytail at the back of her neck, preventing her from turning her head even as she felt the mass of his body pressing against her, imprisoning her against the railing. She gasped in surprise. The man behind her ground his penis against her ass through her skirt as he leaned close and whispered in her ear, “I command you, Sherry. Do not turn around.” Gooseflesh erupted all over her arms and legs, and the hairs on her neck stood up when she heard that deep, sultry voice. Her heart, already beating frantically from the spurt of adrenaline that had kicked through her at the first sign of danger, picked up the pace a few more notches. She recognized that voice, knew it belonged to the stranger from before. Hot moisture flooded her pussy as the realization of what he had planned leapt into her mind. He was going to fuck her right where she stood, while she was bent over the railing! Briefly, surprise flickered through her at how eager she was for him, but then it dawned on her what had been lacking from their encounter before, why she’d felt a vague sense of dissatisfaction despite the mind blowing climax he’d given her. There had been a sense of unfinished business between them. She had enjoyed it, but she knew she hadn’t given. She’d only received, and it had left her feeling uncomfortable about her own enjoyment. She just hoped that this time he would fuck her with his cock. As much as she’d enjoyed herself before, this time she wanted more, so much more. She couldn’t believe that she was actually more excited than worried this time. There was still the possibility that someone could catch them in the act, and this time there was nothing to shield the view. They would be the first thing someone saw when they came up the stairs. Still holding her hair with his right hand, tethering her with it, although she’d lost

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any desire to move even if she could have, he slid his left hand down her back, feeling the curvature of her spine, roughly caressing the side of her hip and her ass as he began to grind his cock on her ass, lifting her thigh-length skirt higher and higher until her whole ass was exposed. His hand left her, and she heard the distinct sound of metal grating against metal as he unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock, slipping it under her ass so that she could just feel the tip of his turgid flesh pressing against her nether lips. It was hot, thick, the thin skin silky against her upper thighs and nether lips. His heated breath caressed the side of her face and her ear in ragged puffs as he leaned over her again and, with a hand that shook slightly, unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse so that he could fit his hand in, plucking at her pert nipples before caressing her breasts. Freed from the restraint of fear that she might be overheard, Sherry moaned at the pleasure, the heady excitement that rushed through her at his touch. None of her flesh was truly exposed, but she was so aroused she could hardly stand it. She had never had sex with her clothes on and never realized that it could be so exciting. The rush she felt at being with him again was enough to heat her blood, to lift her almost instantly to full arousal even without his exploration. The deft tease of his hands and fingers only shot it higher. She sucked in a sharp breath and held it when he removed his hand from her breasts and ran his hand down the front of her skirt until he found her wet, waiting pussy, which he began to explore with expert fingers. It flickered through her mind that she would’ve been embarrassed with anyone else if they’d found her so wet and ready so quickly, but she discovered she didn’t feel the least discomfited. She wanted him. She jumped slightly when he found her woman’s nub and began to circle it slowly with the tip of one thick finger, her flesh heated and so sensitive to his touch that jolts of pleasure flowed through her as if currents of electricity were traveling through him and into her. Releasing a heavy, pent up breath, he cupped his hips and began to lightly rub his cock against her nether lips, her juices lubricating his engorged flesh so that it slid easily up and down her folds. He let go of the hair and wrapped his right arm around her for support when he felt her legs begin to shake. He continued to strum his fingers on her folds and then guided his penis to her channel. But he didn’t take her fully, he only thrust the tip of his cock head inside and out, over and over again. Her throat closed as her mind focused on that teasing possession. She thought she would come before he was inside her fully. The climax was building and building with his slow possession. It was torture—delicious torture. She whimpered, fighting the urge to beg him to thrust deeper, moving restlessly against him but unable to move more than he allowed her. “More,” she finally whispered plaintively when she realized he was in no hurry to claim her completely. “How much more?” he whispered hoarsely. Sherry swallowed against the lump of need in her throat. “All of it.” Amusement threaded his voice. “All of what? Tell me what you want. I command it.” Her old inhibitions stirred to life. She silenced them, too needy and too fearful he’d pull away to give in to them. “Your cock. Slide all the way inside me. I need it.”

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He used the toe of his shoe to urge her to move her legs wider apart. She complied, leaning forward more, curling her buttocks to give him better access. His arms tightened around her as he thrust his hips forward, lifting her up on her toes as his thick flesh met the resistance of her inner muscles and warred briefly for dominance. The muscles along her channel quaked at the intrusion. More moisture flooded the cavity, summoned by her needs. He burrowed so deeply with his second thrust that she was left gasping for breath at the fullness, dizzy with the thrill of his possession. “Oh,” she whispered mindlessly. “It feels so good.” A shudder raked through the big body curled around hers, sending a thrill through her. He nuzzled his face along the side of her neck, sucking a love bit on the soft flesh as he tilted his hips to withdraw and thrust again. An answering quake shuddered through her, or maybe a combination of the thrill of knowing he was as aroused as she was and the feel of his hard flesh stroking along her exquisitely sensitive inner flesh. She didn’t know. Her thoughts had scattered and nothing but instinct remained to her. Gripping the railing to steady herself, she strained to hold perfectly still, to open herself to his deeply penetrating thrusts as he set a jarring pace that sent fresh waves of glory through her each time he rammed home. She began to quiver all over at the strain, but the ‘itch’ inside of her grew stronger, craved his thick flesh, basked in the intimate plundering. She sucked in a sharp breath as the bubble abruptly burst into grand, euphoric seizures, groaning mindlessly as she was swept up in her climax. He released a harsh breath as her inner muscles began to milk him, ground his teeth, and then abruptly followed her into rapture with a hoarse groan, shaking with the force of his own climax. When there passion was spent, Sherry leaned heavily on the railing, using her arms for support. Her whole body was shaking from her climax. Vaguely, she listened to the comforting sound of his own recovery. He surprised her. Instead of stepping away when he’d caught his breath, after a few moments, he pulled her up and away from the railing, embracing her from behind in a strong . . . hug? The gesture caught Sherry completely off guard. It was almost like . . . snuggling. He held her tightly for a moment, brushing stray hairs from the side of her neck before placing a tender kiss there. Before Sherry could say or do anything in return, he released her and moved away from her. “I command you to leave now. Do not turn around and look at me or you won’t see me again.” The tenderness he had shown her briefly—or she thought he had—was gone. Hurt wafted through her. Anger followed quickly on its heels, killing the brief flicker of need she’d felt to see her lover and then the rebelliousness that followed that urge to ignore his order. Miffed as she was, she decided that she wouldn’t challenge him. This was all part of a game, she reminded herself. His role was master and hers was submissive. She would do what he said, she decided, realizing if she didn’t the likelihood was that he wouldn’t summon her again. And, as angry and hurt as she was at the moment, she desperately wanted him to. Without acknowledging his order, she straightened her spine and walked away, never turning back to glance at him. She was shaking when she paused on the stairs, still weak in the aftermath of her climax, but shaking with distress, too. Taking herself to task, she straightened her clothes as she began her descent, buttoning her blouse and

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retying her hair. Her skirt was twisted all the way around, she discovered to her dismay when she reached the bottom of the tower. Twisting the front of her skirt back around to the front, she smoothed the material with her damp palms and continued on to her car, never turning around to see if he followed or if he watched her walk away. The sex had been incredible, the fear and anticipation making the climax so much more profound than before that she was as shaken by the power of it as she was by the emotional turmoil that had hit her afterward. Climbing into her car with a sense of profound relief, she looked in the rear-view mirror at her reflection. Nope. Easy was not written on her forehead. She looked just as she had before she had trotted up those tower stairs and let a man she wouldn’t even recognize if she met on him on the street fuck her senseless right out in the open. It shook her when she realized she felt absolutely no qualms, no regrets about it. The only thing that ran through her mind was whether or not she would actually meet him again. So much was uncertain with this game. Would this be the last time?

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Chapter Three Days. It had been four days since Sherry had heard anything from her mysterious playmate. It was getting really hard to concentrate on her work now. Was it something that she’d done? Not done? She had done just as she was told, she fretted. She hadn’t turned around, she’d gone straight to her car. Perhaps he wasn’t as pleased with this last sexual encounter as he had been with the first? Maybe he had never intended to see her again. Sherry turned the thoughts over and over again in her mind. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn’t find any fault in her behavior. And she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d failed, somehow. Maybe it was only the ‘unfinished business’ that prompted him to summon her again? Maybe now that he’d gotten his he’d moved on to greener pastures? Obviously, it hadn’t shaken him like it had her or he would’ve contacted her again. Depressing as that thought was, she couldn’t shake it. She still held some hope that he would contact her again, but as she worked through each torturous day with contacts, it was harder and harder to be optimistic. After lunch, she decided that she couldn’t wait until the end of the day to log on to her email account. The suspense of not knowing what was going on was going to drive her crazy. She decided if she didn’t get a message, she would send him one. She wasn’t sure if that was allowed, but she needed to do something. She needed some kind of information, just a tidbit to let her know what the situation was. Maybe there’d been a screw up and she’d been removed by mistake or put on hold for some reason that escaped her? Having only taken half of her lunch break, Sherry settled at her desk again. She had been too anxious to sit and talk with Beth when she had finally decided what she would do. Holding her breath, she opened her email and was delighted to see that she had another message, thankful she wasn’t going to have to write him, still uncertain if that would have broken ’protocol’. Sherry, I command you to instant message me. Here is the link. A little bit taken aback, Sherry didn’t know what to think about this new message. The doubts from before came back. Was it him? Was it someone new? This message was different. It still had the commanding tone, but the instructions were totally different. Perhaps he just wanted to make some changes so that what happened between them didn’t become routine? Sherry clicked on the link he provided and an instant message box popped up on her computer screen. A little noise alerted her that she had a new message and a little note popped up asking her if she wanted to enter a chat room with Dark Stranger 24-7. Sherry bit her lip worriedly. She couldn’t take the chance that it wasn’t him. What would happen if she didn’t answer? What would happen if she started chatting and got caught by her boss or a co-worker? She didn’t have people keeping the hinges on her door hot, but they did show up randomly throughout the day, asking her questions,

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stopping by to grab the latest figures. It wasn’t a tough decision. Sherry couldn’t just ignore the message. It was clear by the box that she was online and he was online. He might take it negatively if she didn’t answer, he might take it as a sign to quit seeing her altogether. She clicked on the respond box and typed in a message. Sherry2000: I’m here. Dark Stranger 24-7: I’ve been waiting for you. Are you alone in your office? A tremor of excitement ran through her. She was delighted that he had been waiting for her. Only this time, she didn’t have his voice to judge whether or not it was the man from before. She would just have to hope that it was. Sherry2000: I’m sorry I made you wait. Yes, I’m alone. Sherry couldn’t believe she was chatting with someone at work. She felt like a naughty teenager, disregarding her parents’ advice to stay away from some no good punk. Of course, her parents had never really had to have that talk with her. She had always been so ‘good’, so focused. She had never let anything get in the way of the future she had wanted so badly, and, because of that, she had always lacked personal relationships. Well, she was going to let it fly today, to hell with rules and regulations, to hell with the rigid guidelines she had forced upon herself so long ago. Today she was going to be bad. She would deal with the consequences when the time came, but at least she would have no regrets. Dark Stranger 24-7: I command you to take off your panties. Sherry audibly gasped. He wanted to have cybersex! She could feel her cheeks growing hot as her pussy grew wet with moisture. That quickly he had gotten her all excited. She still felt some reservations, though. She had never masturbated before and certainly never at work or in a public place. Nervousness and embarrassment consumed her, but she could do this. She looked at her door to make sure no one was standing outside and about to come in before she reached under her skirt and shimmied out of her panties while still sitting in her chair. She tucked them discreetly into a bottom desk drawer before she returned to the monitor and keyboard. Sherry2000: I’ve taken off my panties. Dark Stranger 24-7: Good. Now I want you to imagine I’m there with you, completely naked. My cock is hard and pulsating for you. I’m stroking it now while I imagine your pussy is hot and wet for me. I command you to touch yourself and imagine that it’s me. Waves of gooseflesh erupted all over Sherry at the words he typed. She couldn’t believe how hot it was that he was somewhere imagining her and touching himself, getting off on thoughts of her. This was so bad, so naughty. She let her right hand travel down under her skirt, imagining that it was his hand instead. She recalled the way he had rubbed little circles around her woman’s nub, and she imitated his actions. She could almost feel his hot breath on the back of her neck like before, his husky breathing in her ear. Heat wafted through her as her mind filled with remembrance of the way he’d made her feel. She sank so deeply, so quickly, into the fantasy that several moments passed before it dawned on her that he couldn’t actually see her, didn’t have any idea of what she was doing. Reluctantly, she stopped and typed a response. Sherry2000: You feel so good. I love the way your fingers feel on me.

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Dark Stranger 24-7: You feel good. You’re wet for me. I can smell your arousal, feel your slippery wet pussy when I push my finger inside of you. You’re so tight. All I can think about is pushing my cock inside of you and feeling how wet and hot and tight you are around me. I’m caressing your breasts now. I can feel how tightly your nipples are, can feel how hot it makes you for me to touch you there. A shiver skated through Sherry. She lifted a hand and brushed her palm in circles around the tip of each breast, felt the response to the light stimulation deep in her core. Sherry2000: It feels so good. I want your mouth there. I want to feel you sucking my nipples. Dark Stranger 24-7: I am. I’m running my tongue over the tight little buds, tasting you. I like the way you feel in my mouth, the taste of your skin, the texture. I’m sucking hard because I can’t get enough, driving my finger deeply inside of you at the same time. Now, I’m pushing two fingers inside of you, imagining it’s my cock instead that feels the hot walls of your sex quaking around me. A wave of dizziness washed over her. Feeling the need thrumming through her, Sherry plucked at one nipple and pushed her fingers inside of her sex, squeezing her eyes tightly closed and imagining it was him instead. The inner walls of her sex quivered and she pumped into herself harder and faster, withdrawing her fingers after a moment and teasing her clit. She came, shivering with the quakes that rippled through her. Sherry2000: I’m coming. Dark Stranger 24-7: Baby! You make me crazy. I’m coming, too! God! It feels good! A shiver skated through Sherry in the aftermath as her body cooled. Sherry2000: That was amazing. I just wish you’d really been here. Imagining you touching me will never be as good as it feels when you really do. Dark Stranger 24-7: No. Nothing’s better than that, but I was horny as hell thinking about it. I needed this. I can’t wait to see you again soon. Until then, my thoughts will be occupied with nothing but you. Sherry couldn’t believe what she read on the screen. She felt her heart soar. He couldn’t wait to see her again! He was so incredible, so amazing. She had never met anyone like him before in her life. She would never have believed anybody could turn her on enough just by talking to her to get her off! A knock sounded on her door, jerking her so abruptly from her interlude with her secret lover that she jumped all over, felt her heart contract painfully in her chest in sudden fear of discovery. With shaking fingers, she quickly exited the chat room, leaving only the report she’d been working on on the screen. She cleared her throat and invited whoever it was at the door in. “Hey Sherry. Got those figures I need?” Derek asked as he poked his head in the room without entering fully. Caught a little off guard, still shaken both by her climax and the near discovery, Sherry stumbled over her words, “Uh, yes, Derek. I’ll email them to you in just a minute.” She desperately hoped her face wasn’t a dead giveaway. If it was, Derek ignored it. He departed and closed the door, leaving her to collect her thoughts. A wave of coldness washed over her at the near miss. What timing! If he had come any sooner, he might have caught her in the act. That would have been extremely

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embarrassing. Thank goodness he hadn’t! She wasn’t sure how she would have explained herself. Of course, he might not have seen anything anyway. She was sitting behind her desk and computer. Feeling a little comforted by that realization, her wandering thoughts soon returned to her dark stranger. When would she get to see him again? Would she have to wait days? Would he email tomorrow? The future was so uncertain, but it was so exciting to have something to look forward to, Sherry couldn’t let the little things get her down.

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Chapter Four The next day was uneventful. Sherry hardly noticed her work. By the end of the day, she couldn’t be sure about the quality of what she had produced. She had barely had her mind with her. She had been very dutiful, though, and waited until the end of the work day to check her email. She hadn’t received a message, but then, she hadn’t really expected to. She rather felt like it might be a few days before she received word from her dark stranger again. She floated on cloud nine all the way home. Not even the impending storm on the horizon could sully her mood. She felt wonderful, better than she had in years, and it was all because of him. She had never imagined that one person could have such an affect on a person’s life, but it was true. Everything had changed. She looked at the world in a completely different light. Now her only worry was that the fun would end, that he might decide that the game with her had grown old and tiresome, but it was a small worry for now, one that she didn’t dwell on. She needed this. She needed to focus on some good for a change, needed to revel in life as she never had before. Even her apartment didn’t feel as empty as it had before. Dropping her briefcase and purse in the chair nearest the door, she kicked her heels off and padded barefoot into the kitchen to search for food with far more interest than she usually did. When she’d finished eating and cleaned up, she headed into her bedroom and began to perform her nightly ritual. She was half-way through her shower when the phone rang. Startled when she so rarely got any phone calls at all, she paused to listen for another ring. Puzzled, unsure of who could be calling and why, Sherry wrapped a towel around her soapy body and ran for the phone, sure it was something important, something family related. She picked up the phone in a rush, her breath coming in short gasps, “Yes . . . hello.” “Hello, Sherry.” Shivers skated all over Sherry. She instantly recognized the voice on the line. It was him! It was her dark stranger! How did he get her number? She realized he was waiting for her answer. “It’s you, isn’t it?” “Yes, Sherry. It’s me. I couldn’t wait to see you again. I command you to meet me in the alley between Skylarke and Troupe Street in one hour. Don’t wear any underwear.” And that was it. He hung up, just like that. Sherry blinked a few times at the phone before the dial tone came humming through at an annoyingly loud pitch. It startled her out of her reverie. He wanted to meet . . . tonight! Excitement flooded her abruptly. She dashed back to the shower and threw the wet towel down on the floor. She had to hurry! She made quick time in the shower, skidding on the slick tile as she leapt out and grabbed a fresh towel from her linen closet before running into her bedroom and flinging open the door to her closet. She tried to take a few calming breaths while she stood examining her pathetic wardrobe with dismay, which mostly consisted of drab business suits. Once she had a moment to collect herself, however, she remembered that she had

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something in the back of her closet that her mother had given her one Christmas a long time ago that she had never worn. She pushed suits out of the way until she found the very back of the closet, the outfit she was looking for sticking out like a sore thumb. Pulling the skirt and matching top out, she examined it critically. She had never really understood why her mother had bought it for her. It wasn’t really her style, but perhaps that was why. She had wanted her daughter to try new things, to wear something that wasn’t just suitable to work in. And, of course, she had ignored her mother’s broad hint before. Now she was thankful that her mother had had the foresight to purchase her something so out of character for her. It was just what she needed. Getting dressed was quicker than usual, since she didn’t have to worry with panties or a bra. She slipped on the stretchy black faux-leather skirt without a hitch. She had to stop and examine the top a little more carefully before attempting to put it on. It was made out of the same material as the skirt, but it was laced up the front. She got into it without too much trouble and laced up the bustier to her boobs, which she let hang out just a little. She stepped in front of her full-length mirror and was pleasantly surprised that the woman she saw looked almost nothing like herself. The bustier did wonders for her boobs and made her waist look tiny. She didn’t have time to do anything with her hair, so she just brushed it and left it down to dry as she grabbed her keys and purse by the front door. She made the walk to her car quickly. She had driven by the alley the dark stranger had mentioned every day on her way to work but had never really given it any thought before today. She parked across the street from the alley. Stepping out of her car, she noticed that the storm clouds had all but obliterated the light from the sun. For some, that might have lent an ominous feeling to the situation, but not for her, not today. She likened the building storm to her building excitement. The winds rushing over her as she ran across the street to the alley cooled her hot skin. It felt wonderful. Once in the darkened alley, Sherry slowed her pace, not really sure where the dark stranger wanted her to meet him. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom some, and she noticed a figure not far from a fire escape. “Hello,” she called a little nervously. If it wasn’t him, she sure as hell wasn’t going to go dashing over. “Come closer, Sherry.” Relieved that it was indeed him, Sherry made her way cautiously through the darkened alley, not wanting to bust her ass and spoil her rendezvous. When she got close enough, she saw that he was wearing a black trench coat and had a black leather cowboy hat pulled down over his face. “I wanted you to see something. Come closer.” He motioned toward a window nearby. Puzzled but curious, Sherry moved to the window and was surprised to see a man walking naked to his bed, which was positioned right in front of the window. He didn’t seem to notice them. The dark stranger came up behind her and grabbed her by the hips, thrusting his hard cock against her ass. She could feel the heat of his flesh burning through the material of her skirt. He nibbled on her neck, making the hairs stand up on the nape of her neck and her nipples strain against her bustier.

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Reaching around her, he found the laces of her bustier and made quick work of undoing it until her breasts sprang free and into his waiting hands. He cupped them, massaging the flesh, tugging almost playfully on the nipples as he rubbed his cock back and forth against her buttocks. Sherry’s flesh burned with his touch, the heat of his passion, but the man in the window had riveted her attention and she couldn’t seem to drag her gaze from him. The room was dark, and deep shadows cloaked him, and yet she could see well enough to discern his form. She’d never actually seen a man that well built—not in the flesh. Virtually hairless, there was nothing beyond the shadows to hide the perfection of his pleasing proportions or the muscles that rippled with every movement. His cock and the nest of hair around it almost seemed to be spotlighted by the only light filtering into the window. Her throat closed at the sight of it, fully erect. As she stared, he climbed onto the bed on his knees. Settling his buttocks on his heels, he began stroking the thick shaft of flesh. A sense of breathlessness swept over her, a sense of unreality. She couldn’t believe she was watching, wanted to watch the man pleasure himself as the dark stranger stroked and petted her body. She could feel her nether lips become slick with moisture, her little skirt riding higher and higher as he continued to rub on her. Reaching down, he pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her sex to the cool air of the alley for a moment before he slipped his hand down over her bare belly and found her woman’s nub. Her eyelids slid half-shut when he began to rub those little intoxicating circles around it, flicking his fingers expertly over the folds of her sex to please and dampen and then rub on her nub again. The dark stranger was becoming more feverish with desire as he played with her, panting in her ear, nipping at the nape of her neck. Sucking in a difficult breath, Sherry focused on the man in the window again, saw that he was still stroking his cock. It looked huge, impossibly thick, almost painfully swollen. She felt the muscles along her channel clenching and unclenching rhythmically in need as it flickered through her mind to wonder what that hard, thick cock would feel like sliding inside of her. She could imagine him stretching her, could imagine the heated length of him sawing along the aching inner walls of her sex, sending out delightful tremors with each pass. Minor quakes tore through her abruptly, the small climax taking the edge off her need but leaving her with a sense of disappointment, as well, with the certainty that she wasn’t going to be completely satisfied without penetration. The dark stranger seemed to sense that, too. Or maybe he’d planned more all the time? He eased his fingers from her almost before her body had ceased to quake with release and settled his hand in the center of her back, guiding her away from the window to a door that let out onto the alley. Still drunk with the desire riding her, still throbbing all over with the need to feel more, Sherry stumbled along a little weakly in front of him, hopeful that he meant to take her somewhere and finish what he’d started. He pulled her to a stop when they’d walked down a short hallway to a door. “Hold still.” He startled her when he lifted a narrow, black strip off cloth over her head, settled

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it over her eyes, and tied it snugly behind her head. She jerked all over, feeling her heart begin to hammer a little faster as anxiety joined her sense of anticipation. She heard movement as he reached around her and rapped twice on the panel, heard footsteps on the other side, and then the door opened.

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Chapter Five Sherry’s heart was beating so hard she felt dizzy. She wasn’t certain if she was more unnerved or excited, but she felt both pounding through her as the certainty settled in her that the dark stranger had brought her to the man she’d watched in the window. “Come in, Sherry,” the man before her murmured, sending a knee weakening jolt through her. She knew the voice—thought she did. It was the voice! But then who was the cowboy? She’d been certain when he’d spoken to her that it was her stranger, the dark stranger. Confusion gained ground, and she seesawed between uncertainty and anticipation as she felt his hand settle on her and urge her inside. The dark stranger followed, his hand resting in the center of her back as before. They brought her to a halt and she heard, above their ragged breaths, the sound of a mattress being compressed as the man in front of her settled on the edge of a bed. She thought it was the bed she’d seen him on before, but she was so confused by now she wasn’t certain of anything any more. Had the dark stranger brought her to the shadowy man she’d watched only a few minutes before? Or was she only imagining that scenario? The man in front of her moved his hands to her waist guiding her a little closer. When she stopped, he tugged at the lacing of her bustier until he’d completely unlaced it. Cool air wafted over her overheated skin as he drew the edges slowly apart. For several fluttering heartbeats, nothing at all happened. She sensed that he was studying her and a flicker of uncertainty went through her. Would he find her desirable? The touch of his hand startled her. She flinched but made no attempt to evade his light exploration. His touch was unthreatening—not soothing. It made her heart rate hitch upward a few notches. The dark stranger remained behind her. She felt his hands on her hips, lifting her skirt as before until his bare hands found her skin and coasted around to her belly. He found the lips of her sex, parting them to stroke her cleft, tease her clit which was still so engorged with blood that his lightest touch sent sparks through her. The man in front of her leaned closer. She felt his heat as he did and then the caress of his warm breath. He closed his mouth over one breast, drawing on it. Sensation swept through her to join the jolts traveling through her clit from the dark stranger’s caress. She swayed, dizzy with the barrage of sensations pelting her, leaping from warm anticipation to the edge of heated need. She quivered all over with the effort to remain on her feet, locking her knees when the strength bled from them. The dark stranger pushed on her thighs. She was so drunk with pleasure it took her a moment to realize what he wanted, but once she had, she shifted her legs further apart eagerly to give him better access. He ceased to tease her clit and stroked her cleft, finding the mouth of her sex and pushing a finger inside as the other man shifted his

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attentions from one breast to the other. The thick finger stroking the walls of her sex sent her fever spiraling higher. She moaned. The sound seemed to incite them both. The gentle tugs on her breasts became more demanding. He moved from one to the other, pulling at her nipples with his mouth in a way that sent jolt after jolt of delicious sensations through her. The dark stranger slipped a second finger inside of her and began to stroke faster, deeper. The fire inside her leapt higher. She trembled harder, felt the strain of holding herself upright with the excitement flooding her leaching away the strength of bone, muscle, and sinew. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, struggling against it to enjoy what they were doing a little longer. “Not yet.” They stopped, withdrawing slowly. Disappointment flooded her until she felt the man in front of her pushing her legs wider still, pushing his legs between her thighs as he guided her closer. Her legs gave out. He caught her—they both did, guiding her onto the lap of the man she discovered was sitting down as she’d thought. Looping an arm around her, he dragged her closer until she felt her nipples brushing against a chest that was hard, lightly furred with hair, felt his cock resting against her belly. He lifted her slightly. A thrill went through her as the realization hit her that he was about to give her what she craved. She felt his hand along her cleft and then the rounded head of his cock as he stroked it toward the mouth of her sex, connected with her and began to press inside. Her heart fluttered madly with impatience. She lifted her arms blindly in search of a body to anchor her, settling her palms on his bare upper arms and gripping him tightly as he cupped his hands on her buttocks and dragged her down in counter to his upward thrusts to seat himself deeply inside of her. She held her breath, held onto him a little frantically, rising and falling as he directed her, feeling the pressure inside of her as his hard flesh plowed along her passage, slowly filling her until she felt the lips of her sex grinding against his belly. With his hands firmly gripping the cheeks of her ass, he lifted and settled her over and over until her natural moisture had coated him enough to ease his passage and she was moving more easily. He leaned back, carrying her with him. She’d lost track of the dark stranger in her focus on mounting the other man. As she lay against the man, panting for breath, she felt the dark stranger’s hands guiding her legs upward until her knees were resting on the edge of the mattress. A jolt of surprise went through her when she felt the cool moisture of lubrication stroked around the bud of her anus. A moment later, he pushed his finger slowly inside, working the lubrication into her. Uncertainty swept through her, but a thrill of excitement ousted it as she felt his cock head replace his finger, felt him easing slowly inside of her. He leaned over her, his heated breath brushing along her neck and sending shivers through her. The man beneath her lay perfectly still until the dark stranger had filled her to the root of his cock. Waves of fiery sensation began to wash through her the moment they gripped her tightly and began to move, filling her almost to the point of pain, leaving no nerve ending inside of her untouched or lacking stimulation. In moments, she’d climbed to the peak again. She could feel her body racing toward completion, and she fought it every step of the way.

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Not yet, she thought. It felt too good to allow it to end so quickly. A little, more, if only she could hold on a little more—a lot more. Their pounding thrusts brought an ache more exquisite than anything she’d ever felt before in her life. She didn’t want it to end. She was focusing so hard on trying to keep from coming that her climax caught her by surprise, jolting through in an explosion of heat and pleasure that dragged a low moan from her throat with each wave that ripped through her. They increased their pace as she stiffened and began to shudder with release, driving deeper, faster, driving her climax to a higher peak before it began to taper away. She never actually touched down. She glided down from the peak and into a valley of fire, and her body began to climb again as they pounded against her g-spot from both directions unrelentingly until she flew up to the top and over it again. Her second climax was more powerful than the first. Her cries of rapture became more piercing, skating the edge of a scream. She barely slipped from the crest before she felt her body gathering to yield another climax and yet it seemed to pitch her higher than before. She heard the dark stranger grinding his teeth, felt him shudder as he came. Almost simultaneously, the other man reached his limit. His cock jerked inside of her, pitching her over the edge. Her third climax was so explosive she hit orbit and black out. She was still sandwiched between them when she roused toward consciousness, with no clear idea of how long she’d been away from the world. She realized she was lying full length on the bed between them now, though, and with no memory of having been moved. A hand lay heavily along her waist. An arm, belonging to the man behind her, was curled around her, cupping one breast. The dark stranger? Or was it the other man? He nibbled a row of grateful kisses along her shoulder. “Stay here until you hear us leave.” She wasn’t sure she was up to leaving even after they’d gone. All she really wanted to do was curl up in the warm cocoon of sated bliss and stay there forever. She nodded, though, drowsing as she listened to them dressing, heard their footsteps as they crossed the room and finally heard the door shut. Reaching up, she pulled the blindfold off at last, blinking in an effort to try to adjust her eyes. The room was dim, the only light filtering into it from a room just off the one where she lay. Groaning, she pushed herself up and looked around. Both men were gone. She’d known they were, and she still felt a tiny dart of disappointment. Not that she hadn’t been thoroughly satisfied! Pushing the unidentifiable feelings aside, she got up and found the bathroom to clean up and straighten her clothing and let herself out of the apartment, wondering if the two were lurking somewhere close by to watch her departure. The little flicker of discomfort returned, as evasive as before, but again she dismissed it. When she reached her own apartment, she debated whether to take a shower, since she’d only bathed off in the stranger’s bathroom, but finally decided against it. She was exhausted. Beyond that, their scents still lingered on her skin where they’d caressed her, sparking flashbacks of their possession of her and she wanted to hold that to her a

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little longer and enjoy it along with the pleasant sense of satisfaction that still cocooned her. Stripping down for bed, she climbed beneath her covers and closed her eyes, summoning the memories attached to the light scents that lingered with her. Warmth invaded her, not true arousal but the pleasant sense of anticipation that preceded it, the sense that something fantastic awaited. The change in her entire outlook on life was almost scary, she thought hazily as she idly stroked her hands over herself, remembering the way they’d touched her. She’d thought she was basically satisfied with her life. There weren’t many highs to look forward to, but not many bumps to lower her spirits either, and yet she realized now that she’d felt like she was missing something important all the while she’d told herself she had goals and those were all that were really important to her. She wasn’t missing anything now, she thought, smiling to herself. Suddenly, her life had gone from ordinary and predictable to exciting and adventurous. She didn’t know why she hadn’t considered doing something about her lack of a love life before, she thought as she drifted to sleep. The rosy glow of satisfaction was still with her when she woke and got up to get ready for work the following day, but the tiny seed of ‘something not quite right’ was still with her. It wasn’t something she wanted to examine too closely, but it wouldn’t go away. She focused on her work, knowing she couldn’t expect to be contacted again for a few days. She suspected that was part of the plan, always to keep the woman guessing as to when they might be called upon. Or maybe not, she thought with a touch of amusement. She was pretty sure they’d been as thoroughly satisfied as she had been. A few days later the puzzle her mind wouldn’t let go of finally surfaced in spite of all she could do to keep it at bay or dismiss it entirely. The ‘something’ was dissatisfaction—nothing sexual, but rather emotional. The adventure appealed to a deep need she hadn’t realized she had, bringing excitement and anticipation to her life beyond the sexual. Every day now brought the promise that something thrilling might happen, brought the adrenaline rush of danger without the true risks of it. And yet, the questions that had battered at her from the first had taken form and substance. She was more than merely curious about the man or men who summoned her. She wanted more from them, something they weren’t giving her. The interlude in the stranger’s apartment had brought it closer to the surface than at any time before. She’d ‘recognized’ them, both men. She hadn’t consciously acknowledged it at the time, but she’d become certain since that time that she’d met both of them before for rendezvous. Two men, then, not the single man she’d thought she was meeting before. She was almost completely certain that it was only the two, but although there was a certain amount of relief in discovering that it wasn’t a different man each time, it bothered her on another level. They knew her, but she didn’t know them. Was she mistaken in believing that? Was it only lust they felt, a generic desire to fuck whatever woman fell into their web? Did it really not matter who the woman was?

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Did they feel the same, regardless? It was an unhappy thought, bringing home at least part of the problem she’d developed with her little adventure. She enjoyed being with them so much she wanted to believe that they felt something special for her and her alone. It was perverse of her, she told herself. That wasn’t how the game worked and she knew it wasn’t. She’d accepted that going in. What had changed? Nothing except that the sense of adventure had taken a back seat to the pleasure they gave her that made her feel special, and she’d come to need something to reassure her that it was her that aroused them—not just the adventure itself, not just any woman— her. She couldn’t have that as long as the game was in play and remained a sexual safari where she was the game for whatever hunter chose her, not just because she might find herself the prey of another hunter, but also because she had no way to insure that her hunters might not seek another. Those thought dulled her enthusiasm far more than she liked. For the first time since she’d begun to play she began to consider whether or not it was time to remove herself from the game. The anonymity of it had been a big part of the thrill. If she wasn’t enjoying that as she had before, why do it? Because she didn’t want to give up her masters in the game. If she stopped, it would insure that she didn’t find herself with another, but it would also insure that she didn’t ‘see’ them anymore and that was really the root of her dissatisfaction, she realized. They thrilled her and satisfied her as no one else ever had. The feeling had grown inside of her that they were the reason it was so fabulous. Maybe if it had been someone else it would’ve been just as wonderful, but she didn’t think so. She thought it was their touch her body responded to, not the situation. Very likely, the adventurousness of it enhanced the experience, but when she thought back over past lovers she couldn’t convince herself that this sort of game would have greatly improved their sexual relations. Believing that, right or wrong, had given rise to the desire to take the situation to a new level and know them beyond carnal pleasures. There was no way to do that, though. If she broke the rules and ignored the commands she could lose them completely. They might not want to get to know her any better.

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Chapter Six Sherry had plenty of time to consider how she felt it about. It wasn’t a good thing. The work week ended, the weekend dragged by, and then another week. Misery didn’t just rear its ugly head, it began to consume her far more thoroughly than the excitement and adventure of before. She ignored her email at first because of the doubts. When she finally reached the point where she couldn’t stand it anymore and decided she’d take what she could get, she discovered real misery. He hadn’t written—neither of them had written. It took all she could do to keep from breaking down right then and there and giving in to a crying jag in the middle of work. She managed to master the urge, but she knew her work was suffering for the depression that gripped her tightly in its maw and began to chew on her self-confidence until she hit an all time low. She struggled with the urge to write and beg for someone to meet her. She didn’t, but only because she was afraid someone else would respond. It occurred to her that she was being punished. She didn’t know if it was by design because she’d failed, somehow, to please or if it was only punishment to her mind because they’d lost interest in her. But it was definitely punishment, and she couldn’t dismiss the fear that writing and begging or demanding attention would only make things worse. She was about ready to crack under the strain when she checked her email the following Friday afternoon and discovered she had mail. She stared at it in disbelief for several moments. Finally, fighting the fear that it was someone else summoning her, knowing she was going to go as long as there was any chance at all it might be ‘him’, she opened it. Sherry, I command you to meet me in my apartment tonight at 7836 Beaumont, apt# 10—at 7:00 as we’ve always met before. Wear your office attire. Tap at the door three times and then enter. It won’t be locked. Once you’re inside, you will strip for me and then you’ll lay face down on my bed and wait for me to do whatever I want to you. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before and when I’m done, there’ll be no doubt in your mind that you’ve only got one master. Sherry felt her mouth go dry, felt her body stir to life. Excitement pounded through her. And fear. He was angry, she realized, feeling dismay and resentment at the same time. They had commanded her! She’d only done what she’d been told to do—just as the game required. Why was he angry with her that the other man had fucked her, too? She knew that was it. It wasn’t fair, but the sense of injustice wasn’t nearly as keen as the fear that he might decide to punish her by having sex with her just to show her how important he was to her and then abandon her.

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She rushed home despite that, bathed and shaved and perfumed. She couldn’t eat. Her stomach was tied in knots while she waited, staring at the clock as if she would will the slow moving hands to reach the time she was waiting for. Her mind filled with their other encounters, and she struggled to search for some memory that would tell her which man was which. If she’d known him, she was sure she would have instantly identified his touch, his voice, the ‘feel’ of his presence. She hadn’t, though, and the nature of their meetings had made it impossible to discern ‘technique’. She’d been too aroused to have any mind for considering if the way he’d touched her was different, if his finger felt thicker or thinner, longer or shorter. But she was supposed to know? She was so wound up, she felt weak kneed by the time she presented herself at the apartment she’d been summoned to. Clutching her purse frantically, she lifted her hand and rapped on the panel as she’d been instructed. She’d paused to listen for several moments before she remembered she was supposed to go in, not wait to be let in. The apartment was dark as she entered, lit only by candles. The flames flickered as she closed the door behind her and stood where she was, glancing around uncertainly. The candles formed a sort of runway, she discovered, leading down a hallway. Trying to gather moisture into her dry mouth, she followed the line of candles into a large bedroom and discovered more candles on either side of the huge bed. “Undress.” The deep voice coming from the shadows unnerved her. She dropped her purse. After staring hard at the shadows for a moment, she lifted shaking fingers and began to strip—slowly—not by design but because her fingers felt thick and clumsy. She looked around for a place to put her suit jacket when she’d removed it. Seeing nothing close by, she finally dropped it on the floor. Unfastening her skirt, she unzipped the side zipper and wiggled a little to remove it, kicking her heels off as she stepped out of the skirt and dropped it on top of the jacket. She reached for the buttons of her blouse next. Shrugging out of it once she’d unbuttoned the front, she dropped it as she had her jacket and skirt and bent down to push her half slip off. She hesitated indecisively when she’d discarded it and finally reached back to unfasten her bra. When she’d dropped it on the growing pile, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and peeled them off. Wearing nothing but her thigh high stockings, she moved to the bed and sat down to peel her stockings off. “Move to this side of the bed. I want to watch.” The huskiness of his voice sent a tremor through her. Scooting off the bed, she moved to the other side and sat down again, rolling the stockings off one at the time and dropping them to the floor. She turned then and crawled across the bed to the center and lay face down, quivering inside with nerves and anticipation while she waited. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt the bed dip. A shiver skated through her as he lay down beside her, his bare skin brushing along hers as he did. He settled one hand on her back between her shoulder blades and skated his hand lightly down her back until he reached her buttocks. He ran his hand over each cheek in turn, as if memorizing the shape of her buttocks and finally slipped his fingers between her legs, stroking the lips of her sex almost idly.

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After a moment, he slipped his hand upwards again, grasped her hips, and rolled her until she was on her side with her back to him. He reached around her, cupping her breasts and massaging them as he had her buttocks. “I miss the taste of these,” he whispered huskily. Sherry swallowed with an effort, wondering if she was allowed to speak. She wanted to tell him she’d missed the feel of his mouth on them, but she was afraid to break the spell. She was afraid, too, that it might be some sort of test. Only one man had suckled breasts. Was it the man who held her now? Or the dark stranger she’d thought before must be him? She realized abruptly that the man in the alley wasn’t the man she’d met before. His voice had sounded different. She hadn’t noticed at the time because he’d called her by name. “I missed your touch,” she whispered shakily. “Did you?” he growled, an edge to his voice. Sherry bit her lip. “I know it was you I watched in the window. I know it was you in the diner, and at the tower.” “And in the alley?” She swallowed. “It wasn’t you. I thought it was, but it wasn’t.” She hesitated. “I went because I thought it would be you.” He bent his head and nipped at her shoulder. “You don’t know who’s with you, and you don’t really give a fuck, either, do you? As long as I fuck you, one cock’s as good as the next. Right?” His arms tightened around her when she would’ve turned. The flicker of fear returned full blown, but anger surged to life, too. “I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn’t agreed to play the game.” He released her abruptly and rolled onto his back. “You’ve seen me every fucking day for years,” he growled. “Damn it, Sherry!” Sherry rolled over and stared at the man next to her blankly for several moments in shock before her limbs unfroze enough to allow her to bolt upright on the bed. “Oh my fucking god! Derek?” The VP of the company? The grandson of the owner and founder of her company? His company! He folded one arm beneath his head. “I can’t help but notice you don’t seem happy to see me.” Anger trickled in to crack the shock. “You bastard! What a low down, dirty trick! Did you plan this whole thing?” His lips tightened. He sat up abruptly and glared at her. “You’re damned right I planned this whole fucking mess! I sure as hell wasn’t getting any where with you as it was!” Sherry blinked at him. “I don’t … understand.” He shook his head in disgust. “I’ve been trying to figure out some way to break through that barrier of yours for fucking forever!” he growled. “I asked you out.” Sherry stared at him, her brow wrinkled while she cudgeled her memory. “At the Christmas party? You were drunk! You’re not saying you were serious?” He flushed. “If I hadn’t been drunk I wouldn’t have had the nerve to walk up to you and ask to start with,” he said irritably.

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She thought that over. “And now you’re pissed off with me because I met you … like this?” He glared at her angrily. “You’re damned right! You wouldn’t go out with me when I asked, but you’d go out with some fucking stranger you’d never laid eyes on?” Sherry was still torn with disbelief and confusion, but she was just as angry as he was, and fearful that this was all just some elaborate trick to snatch her promotion, or maybe her job, out from under her. “I agreed to do it because I never get the chance to go out and meet anybody, and I was tired of not having anyone else in my life! I work all the time, or haven’t you noticed!” “How the hell could I not notice!” She folded her arms under her breasts. “Well, I’m damned if I can figure out what you’re so damned mad about!” He studied her a long moment and finally grasped her shoulders, bearing her down on the bed beneath him. “Because, damn it, I’m crazy about you! Or maybe just plain crazy! This secret admirer shit hasn’t turned out the way I thought it would, and I’m pissed off because you came to me so willingly when you didn’t know who I was, and I couldn’t even get you to stop and chat when you knew who I was, damn it!” Sherry stared at him, feeling a flicker of amusement. “You’re my boss, dunce! How was I to know you wouldn’t turn around and fire me for slacking on the job?” He considered that for a moment and finally dipped his head to nuzzle his face against her throat. “You really did know it was me?” Sherry swallowed against a sudden knot of emotion that wedged in her throat. “You made me feel like no one else ever has. All I could think about afterwards was that I wanted to be with you again, and I was afraid if I quit I wouldn’t and if I stayed in the game it would be someone else.” She could see there was still doubt in his eyes when he lifted his head but after a slight hesitation, he dipped his head and fitted his mouth to hers almost experimentally, as if exploring the fit. She sighed in welcome, and he opened his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply. “You promised to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before,” she murmured when he broke the kiss at last. He smiled at her lazily. “I did, didn’t I?” She scanned his face with her gaze, still more than a little stunned to find herself in bed with him when she’d struggled for years not to think wicked thoughts every time she looked at him. “I think, actually, I’d rather you fucked me just like you did before.” He lifted his brows. “We can’t do three way. I didn’t invite David.” She studied him doubtfully. “You arranged that?” He nodded, dipping his head to nibble a trail of kisses along her neck. “Don’t expect it to get to be a habit or anything. I enjoyed it, but I like having you all to myself.” Sherry smiled. “I like you wanting me all to yourself.” “Do you? How much?” he murmured lazily. “Very much!” “That’s strong. How close is that to loving it?” “Very, very close.” The End