“Fuck,” he added, his body pressed against hers. Her body was warm and she still smelled faintly of wine, but mostly of arousal, which fed his own arousal. He bent her legs, plowing into her deeper. As her own movements became more restricted by his body and by his control, Elena felt her orgasm gradually build.
As Michael moved more forcefully, deeper inside of her, Elena’s orgasm grew, threatening to overcome her. It was slow, so slow and she feared she would never reach that peak but when it overtook, it consumed her completely. She cried out as it overtook her, wiping all other thoughts from her mind. He felt the spasms of her cunt contracting around his cock. Her body tensed and then relaxed and she let out a contented sigh.
Michael thrust more intensely, still in control though feeling that control slip as he neared his own climax. Elena felt Michael’s powerful orgasm as he spurted inside of her, feeling her with torrents of his hot semen. It seemed endless, as stream after stream filled her, but the sensation made Elena feel sated.
Michael withdrew his cock, rolling off of Elena and taking a deep breath. He removed the silk ties from her wrists and she pulled her arms across her chest, feeling utterly unself-conscious.
They lay in silence for a few moments, no sounds of activity or movement within the large house. Elena was used to her own home where she could hear her nearest neighbors watching television or walking around at night.
Elena smiled, feeling contented and feeling certain that her chosen lipstick shade had been properly smudged. “It’s a shame,” Elena said.
“What’s that?” Michael asked.
“That we already had a blind date. We won’t be able to do that again.”
“I think I could make it a blind date,” Michael responded.
“How’s that?” Elena asked, intrigued.
“There’s more than one way to be blind,” he said.
Chapter 2
Elena studied her reflection in the mirror as she applied her lipstick. At Michael’s request, she had gone with a bolder shade than what she wore the previous weekend. She wasn’t even sure if it had been a request or an order. She had chosen a more muted shade initially, but she changed her mind. If it was going to please Michael, what was the big deal? She found that she wanted to please him and she wasn’t quite sure why.
Elena wished that she didn’t feel so nervous about seeing him again. What did he see in her? She supposed she was attractive enough, but compared to Michael, she felt a bit plain. Looking at herself, though, she did see an excitement and enthusiasm that had not been present just the week before. She felt happy, an incredible anticipation at seeing him again.
This time, Michael was going to pick her up and Elena was thrilled when he arrived. “Right on time,” she said, grabbing her small clutch and heading out the door.
“Always,” he replied, kissing her. Elena hoped that the kiss was a preview of coming attractions. She had been thinking about their night together all week and she was excited to see what might happen tonight. She shook her head just slightly as though to clear her mind of any bad thoughts. She wanted to focus on having fun and just seeing where the night took them.
Michael was focused on the road ahead. “How was your week?” Elena asked, trying to fill the silence and learn more about him. He looked so serious when he was driving and she imagined him sitting in his office with the same intense look of concentration on his face.
“Busy,” he said. “But good. We’re in the process of opening two new divisions, so that keeps me quite busy.”
“What exactly is your business?” Elena asked, feeling as though she should know that by now – though she blushed a bit remembering that they hadn’t exactly done a lot of talking on their date.
“I own a software company,” Michael said. “I’m working to expand it at the moment. How about you? What do you do?”
“I’m a paralegal,” Elena said. “It’s not a particularly sexy job, but I do feel like I’m helping people.”
“Do you enjoy it?” Michael asked, still focused on the road ahead, though Elena had the sense that his attention was more focused upon her than it seemed.
“Sometimes,” Elena admitted. “It is always something different. I like that aspect. It’s a smaller firm so we can provide more personal attention.”
“Open your legs,” Michael ordered and Elena hesitated, not sure she had heard him correctly. It was such an abrupt shift in topic that Elena initially felt confused. Elena looked at him, as though for clarification and Michael repeated the words in the same even tone. “Open your legs.”