Purple
Added 1-21-07

Laine entered the house exhausted. The weather outside mimicked her mood and the way her day had gone. It was pouring, the rain hadn’t let up since last night and she looked and felt like a drowned rat. Funny that the only thing she now wanted was to take a long hot shower.

Laine made her way to the master bedroom not bothering to turn on the lights and not caring that she was leaving a trail of clothing behind her. Carter, her husband was away at yet another convention, this time in Dallas and wouldn’t be home for at least two days. She lit a few of the candles in the bathroom after starting the shower and once the room was filled with warm steam she stepped under the soothing jets.

Laine’s day had gone from bad to worse. Every hour she thought things couldn’t get worse and every hour that followed proved her wrong. She was uptight and her muscles ached from the tension. The multiple shower heads where doing little to nothing to help. What she needed was Carter here to soothe her tight muscles and help her find the release she doubted she could find with B.O.B. Not that once she wasn’t in bed that her battery operated boyfriend wasn’t going to come out and do his best but it wasn’t going to be Carter.

Laine shut off the jets, wrung the excess water from her long brown hair, she grabbed the large oversized overstuffed towel she had laid on the counter. She slowly dried herself off. Mentally working herself up, she was trying to imagine the soft towel was Carters lips touching her gently. It wasn’t working. She threw the towel over the shower rod with disgust and headed into the bedroom.

She was just about to open her underwear drawer when strong arms circled her. One going around her waist pulling her roughly up against the jean clad raging hard on of her attacker and the other hand closed over her now open, about to scream, mouth. She tensed but something was familiar, his smell, and the feel of his body? She wasn’t sure; even if she had been facing him she wouldn’t have been able to see him. The house was dark and with the pouring rain there was no light outside. But she knew him none-the-less.

Laine tried to speak through his hand, her adrenaline now pumping. The hand tightened and she could hear him shush her. He lifted her body easily and led her out of the master bedroom she shared with her husband and down the hall to the seldom used guest bedroom. He placed her none too gently upon the bed and before she could move his followed pinning her with his hard muscular body. His mouth took hers hungrily. He tasted of micro brewed beer and something she couldn’t quite pin down.

She had originally opened her mouth to protest but he was kissing her so possessively and with such a passion that she had not choice but to submit. His kisses were knee weakening and head swirling. It wasn’t until he pulled away and was doing something to her feet that she realized he had managed to tie her hands to the bed rails and was now working on her feet. Panic grew within her she began to fight but he was stronger and she could not seem to find her voice.
Once her feet were secures he came immediately back to her face. One hand wrapped easily around her throat and squeezed lightly. His lips brushed hers and worked slowly to her ear.

“Purple.” He murmured huskily.

“What?” Laine wondered if that squeak of a voice was really hers.

“Purple is your safe word.” He said as he nipped her ear. “You say purple at anytime and I will untie you. But if you say purple, I leave. Do you understand?”

She nodded because she couldn’t do anything else. The hand on her throat was not tight but his thumb when it added pressure ever so lightly; it would also brush up her neck stopping momentarily at her pulse before brushing back down again. The effect was devastating. For a woman always in control the thought of submission was unthinkable. But she was more turned on now then she had ever been. The small neatly shaved patch of hair at the apex of her thighs that she had just dried was becoming wetter by the moment.

His mouth was suddenly blazing a trail down her body. His hands were always one step ahead of his mouth. When his mouth was on her collar bone his hands were on her breast, when his mouth moved to her breast his hand moved further south. She raised her hips, conveying her need for him. She wanted to feel this man in her, stretching her, riding her, fucking her into oblivion. She needed this hard and rough. She needed to let go and let him take her, let the responsibility of this ride on his shoulders. She needed to be out of control.

“Patience,” he murmured into the underside of her full breasts. His hand moved over her flat stomach just above her pubic bone and gently pushed her hips back onto the mattress. “All in good time, let me enjoy this body first.”

Aching inside she raised her hips again with a groan, an urgent need.

This time his hand was rougher as he forced her hips down, with a growl he moved away from her rolled her to the side ands placed an openhanded spank across her right buttock. Crawling like a feral cat back up to her face, he growled. “This is not about you being in control. You will not control this, so do not even try.” His hand moved slower over the red mark on her ass before rolling her back on to her back “Do I make myself clear.” She nodded; his hand came around her throat again. “Say it let me hear you say that you understand that you are mine if only for tonight, that you are my servant in this bed. Say it”

“Yes,” she moaned and realized that she was becoming more turned on by the minute, strange as she fought cases against female violence everyday. But this was different all she had to say was PURPLE and he would let her go and then leave. She had an out; the question was how far her brain would let her take this. Her body was screaming all the way as it fought not to rise off the bed.

With a growl her capture began his slow assault once more down her body. She was shaking with restraint and need. She tensed her muscles to prevent the overwhelming urge to make him do as she needed. Since her first sexual experience when she was eighteen, Laine had always been the one in control. She controlled the rhythm, the position, even where the sexual encounter would take place. Never, not in ten years had she let anyone be in control. She had also never voiced her inner most fantasy that some one take control.

But here this man was doing what secretly she had always wanted and was too afraid to allow to happen, the complete and utter release of power to the other sex. Laine bit her lip to prevent the moan of pleasure from escaping as he moved down her stomach and nibbled her hip. His tongue darted out to sooth the small love bite.

Then with a growl he parted her thighs with his shoulder. She could have sworn she saw a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes and he gazed at the feast before him. He placed one hand under her bottom and lifted her hips to his mouth. With his other hand he opened her folds, his fingers gently brushing over the sensitive skin. Laine bit her lip harder. She never let a man do this to her for more then a few minutes. Never did she allow herself to come this way. This was too much control in his hands, purple was on the tip of her tongue. Then she felt his tongue on the tip of her. She thought she might explode. Relax she thought she heard him say just before he licked her.

His tongue moved up through the folds tasting, savoring, he was feasting on her. Then he softly blew, his warm breathe caressing over her. She bucked her hips in response. The movement was completely involuntary. With a chuckle he dove into her. His tongue entering her and his assault was without mercy. His thumb rubbing her erect clit as his tongue devoured her. She screamed out, a first for her, sex was quiet and completely in control for her.

Her hands gripped the scarf that tied her to the bed post. Her nails digging into the soft palm of her hand, as she fought for control, fought to keep from coming. When she came she came with her partner or after on her own with B.O.B. She always came on her terms not his. But this man was not playing by her rules.

As his tongue moved up to circle her clit his middle finger, of the hand that held her up to his mouth, pushed into her ass. She screamed with pleasure as his teeth gentle nibbled at her clit. Then she broke apart in his hand and his mouth. His mouth continued to assault her until she tremors in her body came down. Slowly he lowered her hips back to the bed.

Like the predator he stood up pulling the dark shirt over his head, his jeans were soon to follow. Although Laine’s eyes had adjusted to the dark, it was still to dark to actually make out anything other then his muscular profile. Her breathe caught as his unzipped his jeans and removed them quickly. Laine expected him to now climb into the bed and take her, ravish her actually. She opened her thighs invitingly and hoped he would take the blatant invitation.

He chuckled “I don’t think so doll.” He reached her left ankle and released the tie that bound her, he repeated the process on the right. He moved up to her face and hands. He kissed her hard; she could smell and taste herself on him. Then he did the unexpected leaving her hands tied he flipped her onto her belly.

Laine got only the slightest protest out before his arm moved under her hips and belly lifted her back side to him, leaving her utterly open and completely bare to him. He bent his head and kissed both half moon checks. Then he positioned himself between her legs and with one long deep stroke he entered her. She gasped feeling fuller then ever before. Once again he had chosen a position that she had never allowed another to do. She was completely submissive to him in this position. When she tried to move away from him he wrapped his hand into her hair and thrusted hard and deep into her until she cried out.

“Do not try it,” he growled. His hand left her hair and moved down to her throat. He bent over her still pumping with in her, his hand forcing her head around to meet his lips in a kiss of dominance and power.

“It’s too much,” she murmured.

“Too much what? Too much sensation? Pleasure? Dick?”

“Yes.” She moaned as he pulled out then trust back into her.

“All you have to do is come again,” his whispered against the nape of her neck. “Let go Laine. Give me a second orgasm. Give me the power.” Each demand was followed by a deep thrust.
“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” he demanded. “If you want me to come you have to come first.”

The words alone might have put her over the edge but combined with the fierce stringing of his cock within her and she was unable to stop it. She bucked arching her back into him forcing him deeper still. He roared as he lifted his upper body so he was completely behind her. She now met his thrusts and there mating became primal.

She suddenly broke apart in his arms and as she dove over the edge of reason, so did he. He was pumping her from behind with a fevered pitch, his left hand wrapped into her hair while his right hand bit into her hip almost painfully. When he came, he came hard holding himself deep within her before collapsing sweaty and sated on top of her.

They laid there for minutes just listening to each others breathing. He reached up and released the last of the ties from her arm. He gently rubbed her wrist where the restraint had been then brought it to his lips.

“How shall I explain this to my absentee husband?” she asked in a teasing manner.

“I suspect that you shouldn’t tell him at all. Perhaps this can be our little secret.”

“Purple?” She questioned.

“It was the color of the thong that you took off before getting into the shower.” He said the pulled her into a hungry kiss. This one different from what they had just shared this one had a softer side.

She groaned and melted into his arms. “Oh Carter.”

“Yes Laine.” He mumbled into her neck.

“Welcome home.”

~ Dominique Eastwick