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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
61,578
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 5 Midnight Margarita
Chapter 5 Midnight Margarita
Adriana arrived at his house a little after seven, trying to maintain what little control she had of the situation. They went to the kitchen; he made her a drink from a bottle of margarita that he had already prepared. Then they went directly upstairs, climbing each one side by side. They walked through the hallway with the soft blue carpeting. She looked at each of the doors, and suddenly she had an image appear. It was a swing. And not the kind of swing she remembered from childhood. It was a different kind. It was a little bit scary to her, not relaxing at all. The chains were cold like ice in her mind. The image seemed so familiar that she could almost feel it.
She looked down the hallway at the closed door at the end. It too seemed almost familiar to her. Her fears were amounting. She knew instantly that she had been inside. She just did not know when or how. Mitch looked at her and smiled.
“What are you thinking my dear? You look so beautiful, even more so when you frown like that.” Adriana did not know what to say. She wanted to say; I know what happens in there! I know what you did with me. But she didn’t say anything. She really could not remember anything but that damned swing.
They went into his bedroom.
“Have a seat will you?” She placed her margarita on the glass end table that was closest to her. She realized that this must be a very expensive table, much better than anything she had in her home.
“You want to watch a DVD? I’ve got everything from “Independence Day” to “Mean Girls” to some very interesting porn, have a favorite?”
“Is that why I am here, to watch a movie? What are you going to do with me then? I want to talk about those pictures Mitch!”
“Ohhh. The pictures. I see. Did you like them? I thought they came out very nicely.”
She leaned across the couch and slapped him in the face. Shocked, he sat and stared at her.
“My God. You have become so much more confident since you met me. Could you have done that before, just slapped someone? Huh, Adriana?” He grabbed her face with his huge hands and pushed his lips onto hers. He ground his whole mouth onto hers, pushed with all his might against the lips that he wanted absolute control of. He licked them as if they were the most expensive appetizer. He groaned with the pressure of her lips pushing back on his. His closed eyes opened wide. Yes, she was kissing him back, and very forcefully.
Mitch was not used to this. It seemed that their roles were clouded. He was not always in control with her anymore. She bit down into his red fleshy lips. Blood formed.
He raised his hand to slap her. But left it in mid-air.
“Are you going to finish your margarita babe?” He said nonchalantly.
Scared and confused, she says “One minute you want to hit me the next. worried I don’t like your drinks! God! Do you want it?”
“No, just making sure you like it,” he said to her. ‘And that you drink it’ as an aside. She snatched the green drink up and chugs it. The sweet frozen drink slid down her throat and the salt from the rim made her lips pucker.
The move was irresistible.
“Oh, sweet maiden, how I have become so attached to thee. Your golden honey locks make my heart thunder like that of a boy with his first woman.”
“Mitch, come on” but although she protested, her cheeks flared with color and she could feel everything inside her start to let go. Her speech became heavy, and her breathing slow. But her mind was reeling with colors.
“Let me make you scream my love. Let me make you dance with ecstasy.”
“Ohhhh. Mittchhhh. Pleeeeaseee…” And with those final words, she fell into a trance-like state, which allowed her to remain mobile, but her brain inactive.
“I’m glad you liked my margarita, love.” He whispered to her skin as her body bobbed and nodded to music that only she could hear.
Adriana arrived at his house a little after seven, trying to maintain what little control she had of the situation. They went to the kitchen; he made her a drink from a bottle of margarita that he had already prepared. Then they went directly upstairs, climbing each one side by side. They walked through the hallway with the soft blue carpeting. She looked at each of the doors, and suddenly she had an image appear. It was a swing. And not the kind of swing she remembered from childhood. It was a different kind. It was a little bit scary to her, not relaxing at all. The chains were cold like ice in her mind. The image seemed so familiar that she could almost feel it.
She looked down the hallway at the closed door at the end. It too seemed almost familiar to her. Her fears were amounting. She knew instantly that she had been inside. She just did not know when or how. Mitch looked at her and smiled.
“What are you thinking my dear? You look so beautiful, even more so when you frown like that.” Adriana did not know what to say. She wanted to say; I know what happens in there! I know what you did with me. But she didn’t say anything. She really could not remember anything but that damned swing.
They went into his bedroom.
“Have a seat will you?” She placed her margarita on the glass end table that was closest to her. She realized that this must be a very expensive table, much better than anything she had in her home.
“You want to watch a DVD? I’ve got everything from “Independence Day” to “Mean Girls” to some very interesting porn, have a favorite?”
“Is that why I am here, to watch a movie? What are you going to do with me then? I want to talk about those pictures Mitch!”
“Ohhh. The pictures. I see. Did you like them? I thought they came out very nicely.”
She leaned across the couch and slapped him in the face. Shocked, he sat and stared at her.
“My God. You have become so much more confident since you met me. Could you have done that before, just slapped someone? Huh, Adriana?” He grabbed her face with his huge hands and pushed his lips onto hers. He ground his whole mouth onto hers, pushed with all his might against the lips that he wanted absolute control of. He licked them as if they were the most expensive appetizer. He groaned with the pressure of her lips pushing back on his. His closed eyes opened wide. Yes, she was kissing him back, and very forcefully.
Mitch was not used to this. It seemed that their roles were clouded. He was not always in control with her anymore. She bit down into his red fleshy lips. Blood formed.
He raised his hand to slap her. But left it in mid-air.
“Are you going to finish your margarita babe?” He said nonchalantly.
Scared and confused, she says “One minute you want to hit me the next. worried I don’t like your drinks! God! Do you want it?”
“No, just making sure you like it,” he said to her. ‘And that you drink it’ as an aside. She snatched the green drink up and chugs it. The sweet frozen drink slid down her throat and the salt from the rim made her lips pucker.
The move was irresistible.
“Oh, sweet maiden, how I have become so attached to thee. Your golden honey locks make my heart thunder like that of a boy with his first woman.”
“Mitch, come on” but although she protested, her cheeks flared with color and she could feel everything inside her start to let go. Her speech became heavy, and her breathing slow. But her mind was reeling with colors.
“Let me make you scream my love. Let me make you dance with ecstasy.”
“Ohhhh. Mittchhhh. Pleeeeaseee…” And with those final words, she fell into a trance-like state, which allowed her to remain mobile, but her brain inactive.
“I’m glad you liked my margarita, love.” He whispered to her skin as her body bobbed and nodded to music that only she could hear.