Maria turned onto her side, trying desperately to get comfortable in
her bed. She gave up with a sigh. It just wasn't going to happen. She
rolled out of bed and stood up stretching her stiff muscles.
She grabbed her favorite pink robe to cover herself as she walked out
of her room and toward the kitchen. Ever since that incredible dream
in English class a week ago, she had taken to sleeping totally naked.
It was somehow more sensual to feel the cool cotton sheets sliding
against her exposed skin.
She was all set to fix herself a glass of milk when she heard a noise
behind her. The girl spun around to see an empty kitchen. She was so
on edge lately. Every little thing set her off and she felt like she
would burst if she didn't get some soon.
Damn Michael and his protective soldier shit! If he wasn't so
freaking stubborn, then maybe they could both be pleasing each other
instead of going off in mad tirades every night. Tonight had been
particularly bad. Both of them had worked a full shift and they were
both ill at the end of it, so it wasn't too surprising that they
ended up fighting over something so stupid as who was supposed to
empty trash.
The entire time he was ranting about the trash schedule, Maria had
been fantasizing about what would happen if she just backed him up
against the side of the building in the alley and put her mouth to
work on his massive lower half. She had laughed at the thought of it
and he had gotten angry and walked off.
Nothing would please her more than him coming to his senses and
taking what she wanted to offer. Since it didn't seem that this
particular scenario was going to happen, Maria had begun to pray for
another dream to come. So far all she got were dreams of giant
bunnies and weird glowing pieces of men in blackberry pie. She
wouldn't delve too deeply into the psychology behind those, but...she
was so utterly frustrated. All she wanted was one good dream. One
more night with him....Rath.
She opened a cabinet and got out some chocolate syrup to add to her
milk. Standing on her tip toes to reach it, she gasped as thick,
muscular arms circled her waist.
Before she could scream, the intruder turned her around and a rough
kiss was planted on her mouth. She was now staring wide-eyed at the
thug that looked so eerily like her Michael.
"R-Rath?" He gave her a lecherous grin.
"Did you think I would leave you hangin, baby? Oh...I ain't done wit-
chu just yet." His hand moved to untie her robe. As the belt was
undone, the material hung open, allowing him a full view of all her
most intimate places. She blushed even though it seemed silly. He had
seen all of her before.
He drank in all of her, smiling as he saw the blush creep down her
entire body. His fingertips teased her breasts by barely grazing them
over and over. Her nipples were instantly erect and she knew that she
was already wet and ready for him.
Rath knew this too. He could smell the scent of her lust radiating
off of her. She was an eager little bitch. It was obvious that his
counterpart wasn't doing his job at keeping her satisfied. Rath
didn't mind in the least that he would be the one to get the job
done.
He moved away from her breasts and he slid his hand moved to stroke
her lower lips. He was only a little surprised at how wet she already
was. This was him after all and he tended to have that effect on
women. He dropped to his knees and looked up at her to see the dazed,
smokey look on her face.
"Spread for me." Rath said harshly. She did as he said and his mouth
instantly went to the blond mound between her legs. She sucked in an
unsteady breath as his tongue darted out to capture some of her
juices. "Mmmm...sweet as I remembered." He said distractedly.
Maria was to the point of collapsing as his tongue continued to
stroke her. Then she looked down at Rath. Rath on his knees. Rath
worshiping her. An idea came to her. Hmm...this could be fun.
"Rath..." Her hands went to his head and tangled in his thick mane of
hair. She pushed and he moved back to look at her. "I think you had
your fun last time! I think its time we do some things my way!" She
almost laughed as his eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung open.
He'd never thought of her as dominating and he had thought about her
a good bit in the last week. About how she moaned so loudly and
screamed his name. How good she tasted...everywhere. He wasn't all
that fond of human pussy, but this one...she was different. This
might be fun. A little game. He would humor for a while and then fuck
her crazy like he'd been dying to.
Maria stood over him now. Rath had sat on the floor with his hands
propping him up so he could stare up at her. What was she doing? She
looked around for a second then a light came to her eyes and she
smiled.
"Stand up." She ordered. He stood slowly and looked at her to see
what would happen next. Instead of an order, she walked forward and
put her hands to his chest. Giving a light shove, she began moving
him backwards until he was standing in the right spot. "Hands up." He
hesitated but only for a moment.
She tugged on the belt of her robe, pulling it out of the loops that
held it in place. "Wha'cha gonna do wi-that?" Maria had never been so
happy that her mother loved plants. The hook was one that she had
hung ferns on and it was just the right size for what she had in
mind.
"No talking!" She ran her hands up his arms slowly, smiling as his
muscles jumped under her touch. Reaching his wrists the blond wrapped
the belt around them, binding them together tightly. "Stay." He
smiled as he realized exactly what she was doing. She had left an end
of the belt loose and now she was tying it to a metal hook that hung
from the ceiling.
He could easily escape if he wanted. If he pulled hard enough, or
even used his powers the hook would give, but what would be the fun
in that? He wanted to see just how far she would go.
Maria looked at the ragged looking Michael clone in front of her. His
arms were above him and he had the thin but strong cloth belt in his
fist. The fabric was probably chafing his wrists but he didn't look
uncomfortable - just curious. Rath was playing along and being the
submissive, but he, like Micheal, had a dominant personality and
Maria was interested to see just how long he could hold out.
Their eyes met and without looking away, Maria slid the silk robe
from her shoulders, letting it fall into a pool at her feet. She
walked slowly towards him. Enjoying the knowledge that the wait was
probably killing him. Reaching for his shirt, she paused and looked
at the black fabric. If this was a dream, as she was assuming it was,
it wouldn't be too hard to...
Rath heard rather than saw the demise of his favorite shirt as it was
ripped from his body. No loss. He might have cared a little more if
the wench wasn't doing such a bang up job of rubbing his chest. What
was it about her that seemed to make his skin burn whenever there was
any contact? She seemed to have a power or a talent for teasing. He
couldn't decide which.
She placed her hands on his pecks, enjoying the way his small brown
nipples hardened beneath her touch. Her tongue darted out to taste
one. This elicited a small moan from his throat. It must have been
unexpected so he coughed slightly to cover it. Maria smiled at him
and let her hands drift an inch or two south to rest on his abs.
They weren't quite as developed as Michael's but he did have the
beginnings of what they called a six pack. She could feel the grooves
and traced them with a finger. His stomach shrank back against her
touch.
Her hands moved languidly to his back. She let her fingernails rake
softly up and down. A small growl sounded in his throat and the
hunger in his eyes grew until she thought the he would break his ties
to bridge the small distance between them.
She would have to pacify him. With her hands resting on his sides,
she leaned up and kissed his lower lip, taking the small ring that
protruded from it into her mouth and sucking gently. His tongue shot
out to catch her mouth.
Maria jumped at the feel of his tongue. She pulled back and looked at
the smirking alien in front of her. Out of mock vengeance, she
crushed his mouth with her own.
The kiss started out light but forceful. Then her tongue leisurely
began to sneak into the cavern of his mouth, stroking his tongue and
moving in circular patterns that succeeded in driving him to total
distraction. All he could feel was the searing kiss and her breasts
rubbing provocatively against his chest.
Just as soon as it had begun, the kiss ended with two sighs. Her sigh
was one of content pleasure. His on the other hand was one of pure
frustration.
She realized that torturing him much longer, tempting though it was,
might be a bit too harsh.
Rath's breath caught in his throat as he felt the fingers on her
right hand slide down to the buckle on his pants as the fingers on
the left buried in his hair. He wasn't sure how she did it, but her
fingers dexterously unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his baggy black
jeans. As she bent down to pull them off, she fingered the chain that
hooked onto his wallet. The blond looked like she was trying to
decide on a course of action that could involve the metal. What the
Hell would she do with that?
Maria laughed as she saw Rath's eyes bulge. Following his line of
site, it wasn't too hard to figure out that he thought she wanted to
get freaky with the chain. She shook her head and threw out a "nah".
He visibly relaxed.
It wasn't that he was against kinkiness. He and Lonnie, and sometimes
even Ava, had tried all kinds of shit like that. But the thought of
this particular girl with a chain as a toy...He felt it might be
hazardous to his health or hers. He knew if he got any harder, they
might both be in trouble.
All that was left was his boxers and she could see the bulge that had
the fabric strained. It made her heartbeat speed up to know that she
could cause such a reaction.
Rath was grinding his teeth in anticipation of her touch. She seemed
almost content to just look at him. He almost sighed with relief as
she ran her knuckles across the bulge, but his breath catching in his
throat stopped him from doing that. When he could continue breathing,
he groaned. "Come on..."
"No talking! Do you want me to just leave you here?" She asked,
having no intention of fulfilling her threat.
"No!" He cursed himself for saying that a little too quickly. He
heard her chuckle lightly and frowned.
"Don't worry Rath. I'm not that cruel." She dropped slowly and
lightly to her knees so she was right on the level with his
waist.
She used the palm of her hands to message his legs. She started at
his calves and worked up to his ass. She nudged him forward to meet
her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick off the pre-cum that
surrounded the tip of his shaft and he hissed.
"Baby -" She took him into her mouth. "Ahhhh, Shit!" He cried as her
lips closed around him and she began to suck.
Maria figured he was the type who liked it sort of rough, so she
didn't hesitate to tug a little hard as she used her mouth as a
suction device. His hands gripped the belt clawing at it with a
primal need to feel all of her with his fingers. To bury his hands in
her hair and hold her mouth to him in total ecstacy.
His head fell back and eyes slid shut as her electrifying mouth began
to move on him. She slid up and down, in and out. All the while her
tongue was performing its own dance, teasing the sensitive nerves as
it played all along the steal-hard rod.
She remembered a couple of things from some sex book that she had
discovered in her mother's closet and she put them to use. Maria
pulled her mouth away from him and concentrated just on the tip.
Taking only about an inch or two into her mouth, she sucked as hard
as she could. This obviously gained his approval, by the loud moan
that escaped his lips.
"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" he choked out. She giggled
at the harshness in his voice. "You're like a fuckin' hoover!"
She was about to do it again when she felt his arms on hers.
"What...?" she cried as he caught her off guard. The pink silk belt,
now hung in shreds from the hook and his hands were free to roam her
body. He was taking full advantage of this freedom too.
She gave up fighting him. Why would she want to? He laid her back
down to the tiled floor. It was cold against her bare back and she
squealed at the icy feel of it. Her nipples hardened at the sensation
and he ducked down to suckle the distended pebble. She mewled and her
legs went around his waist.
His shaft rubbed against her clit and he repeated the action. She
arched under his mouth. He reached down between them, without taking
his mouth away from her breast, and slipped a finger inside of her.
She screamed.
She was already horny from the little domination role she had gotten
to play. Now she was on the edge. It was excruciating to want for the
release and be denied it. That's what the game was all about
though.
"I want to fuck you so bad!"
"Uhhhhhh...ahhhh - Rath! Do it! Fuck me damn you!" She cried as his
finger slid out and circled her lower lips slowly. It was such sweet
torture.
"Hmm...I think maybe I should repay you for that little bondage thing
you tried to pull. Ya know...maybe I should torture you for a little
while. How about you beg, baby?"
"Please Rath! Fuck...ME! Fuck me Rath! PLEASE!" She cried. She reach
and grabbed his hand, that was now teasing her clit and pulled it to
her lips. Anything to get it out of the way. She needed to feel him
inside her. It was a primal need that sprung from deep within
her.
"Alright, Ria. I think I'll give you what you want." She sighed,
having won the battle. She closed her eyes as he slid slowly into
her.
She caught her lip between her teeth and groaned at the sweet
pleasure of him entering her tight opening.
She was as tight as a fucking glove. His dick was gripped and he
thought he would die on the spot. She was a virgin!
How the HELL had that pussy-ass twin of his, managed to hold out?
This little piece was ripe for the taking and Rath licked his lips at
the thought of breaking her little cherry.
He was this close to plunging through the barrier when he started
feeling weird. He swore softly, realizing what was happening.
"I'll be back!" He said fingering her one last time. He pulled it out
and licked his finger. "You can bet on that!" With that he
disappeared.
Maria woke up half moaning - half screaming his name. "Oh, Fuck
Rath!"
Luckily this time she wasn't in school. Unfortunately, she WAS at
work and she was pretty sure the customers had heard her. She
remembered something about it being her break and laying down on the
couch for a nap.
Michael, who had been putting something in his locker, was now frozen
to the spot and was glaring at her.
She smiled uneasily and blushed. How was she going to explain this
one?