Indecent Encounters (15 page)

Her pleading interruption must have pushed him over the edge, for a hoarse cry resounded through the phone, and it was obvious he had found satisfaction too.

“I’d love to, but I want our first meeting to be special. I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night for supper. Then I’m going to invite you in, and R…Ramsey, will be there.”

Alfie meowed again. It was clear the cat was no help with the question. Cora returned to the bathroom and let the cooled water drain out of the tub before refilling it with a warmer temperature. Two more orgasms later, she was glad she had thought to buy a waterproof vibrator. After she was done, she washed herself and soaked in the water. She hoped the extra orgasms would take away her desire for Mal, but now she wanted him more than ever. She got out, toweled off, and went to bed.

Plagued with erotic images, she tossed and turned for what felt like hours. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t conjure up the face of the man who lived in 3C, or any of the people she might have glanced at as they came or went from the apartment complex. Irritated with herself, she finally fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming about her admirers, R and M.

* * * *

Cora was so nervous her hands shook as she got dressed on Friday morning. She knew it was going to be an exceptionally long day, and she was too distracted to be productive. When asked about her flushed cheeks and neck she told the staff she had a fever and a headache.

Was Malcolm serious? She’d never been with two men before. With her eyes closed she tried to picture what it might be like, and even the image made her wet. And that made her self-conscious and uncomfortable. She shouldn’t be so on edge, but knowing what awaited her that evening made her jumpy and nervous. On her lunch break, she decided being at work did her career more harm than good, and went home for the day.

The moment she arrived at home and walked in the door, Cora dropped her bag to the floor with a heavy plop. She undressed while walking down the hallway, leaving a trail of clothing on her way to the bathroom. She turned on the bathtub faucet, hoping a bath and another round with the vibrator would help calm her down. Her phone rang from the living room, and after a moment of hesitation she went to retrieve it.

“I noticed you pull into the parking lot. I work from home. I’m not spying on you, but I don’t want anything to spoil tonight. Are you ill?”

The control he had over her terrified and excited her at the same time. Used to being the one in control, letting that slip and giving it up to Malcolm, a disembodied voice, felt right somehow, freeing even. Maybe The Ball Breaking Miss Cora Cole needed a change of pace.

“Don’t,” Malcolm said. “I don’t want your pretty little hands to touch that juicy little cunt. I don’t want you to come today until
I
make you come. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Y—yes, Mal.” Saying it made her pussy ache.
Where had this need to please him come from?

“I’ll pick you up at seven. It will just be you and me at dinner, but when I bring you back to my apartment, Ramsey will be waiting for us. Think you can still handle this?”

He paused, but Cora didn’t answer.

“Cora, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but when it comes to sex, I need to be in control. I like to watch the woman I’m with come for me. I won’t hurt you, Cora, but I demand a level of obedience from my partners. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Malcolm.” Her voice sounded so confident, where had that come from? Her pussy ached and throbbed just thinking about what he had planned.

“Do you want this, Cora? I can’t pretend that I can be different with you. I feel it, more with you than anyone else before. I need you to let me…have you my way. I need you to let go and let me give you pleasure.”

“I’ve never felt good being out of control,” Cora admitted, not sure why she was still letting herself be so transparent with Malcolm. “But talking to you like this…I want you to show me how.”

His soft groan twisted her up inside. She liked knowing that even if he was in control, she still had a measure of power over him.

“I’m going to teach you just how good it feels to be out of control, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. I can accept your fear, but never your pain. Are you still scared?”

“Yes, a little bit. It’s all right, I…I like how you’re making me feel, Mal. I don’t understand why, but I really like it.”

His soft chuckle sent a spike of desire through her core. She wanted the experience to be out of her control. She wanted Mal and his friend to make her come. Maybe losing control would give her some measure of peace in life. Lord knows she needed it from her stressful job.

He hung up and Cora felt something beyond description coursing through her body. Whatever it was Mal did with his voice and words was just what she needed. She didn’t realize it until now, but she wanted to be controlled, wanted to be taken away from the reins, even for one fleeting moment. They had developed a bond over their exchange of control, but what about Ramsey? She knew he wanted to have her too. Maybe, if it would please Mal, she could let Ramsey touch her and relish Mal’s pleasure in that.

At exactly 6:59, Cora stood obediently in front of her door. She considered going out into the hall, but somehow she knew it would displease him. Just knowing he was down the hall and about to pick her up overwhelmed her with desire again.

The clock struck seven, and Cora held her breath. Seconds later, a loud knock made her jump. She quickly pulled her wrap over her shoulders and opened the door.

All the breath in her lungs expelled in a whoosh.

Malcolm was gorgeous, and he had to be a good ten years younger than her. Seeing his long, muscular body made her even more anxious for this adventure to start, but it was his face that really made her heart stop. It was chiseled perfection; a sculptor could not have done a better job creating male beauty. Malcolm’s short blond hair was cut in a way that left the front a bit long, hanging over his big blue eyes. He wore a crisp dress shirt in an azure blue that made the color of those bedroom eyes stand out. Dark dress pants clung to his body, and when he took her arm and led her out into the hall, she peeked around and noticed how good his pants looked cupping his sexy ass.

What had inspired a guy like Mal to pursue a girl like her? She could dress well, but she wasn’t exactly a fashion plate. He had obviously seen her short, plump body before he sent her that intimate letter.

“You didn’t touch yourself today, did you, Cora?” he asked her, loud enough that any passerby could hear him.

Wondering what people would think by his bold question, heat crept up her neck. Mal simply smiled down at her. Looking at his expectant face, she wanted to tell him. She matched his casual tone, and spoke the words that she would have preferred to whisper.

“I didn’t touch myself, that’s
your
job.”

His smile lit her heart. She never felt such a rush of sexual heat before.

“Good girl.”

He led her down the hallway to the stairwell. Once inside, he pressed her against the cold brick wall, kissing her neck and fondling her panty-less ass through the thin silk of her short red dress. When his lips claimed hers, it was as though he had seared her with fire. His masculine fervor demanded her honest response, and she couldn’t help but press against him and bask in the erotic sensation of it all.

Cora followed him mutely as he led her to a waiting car. They rode in silence, Mal’s intense energy burning beside her. When she snuck a look at his face, she shivered at the absolute determination she saw there. Cora suspected he would have preferred to skip the restaurant too, but even after such a brief acquaintance, she knew deviating from the plan would have been out of his nature.

It frightened her how much she didn’t care that he might be using her. Cora wanted him so badly her body trembled. Her anxiety even caused her teeth to chatter. Mal was a force of nature, virile and in charge, and she felt small next to him. His dominance offered her something she had never considered before with a man. She’d always prided herself on being strong. Did submission make her weak? Somehow, she didn’t think so.

Cora felt empowered knowing her submission still gave her control over Mal.

* * * *

The Italian restaurant was trendy which made it nearly impossible to get a reservation. Cora wondered how he got one so quickly. The building was old and wonderfully remolded inside and out. Greenery grew over the exterior, and inside it felt like she was walking into a garden. Flowering vines hung from the walls and ceiling. A violinist stood in the corner playing a sad but sweet love song. The ambiance of the place was amazing.

Cora wanted to enjoy her first date with Mal, however, as the waiter led them to a very nice table with glowing candles and beautiful dishes, she couldn’t help but notice how the other women in the restaurant looked at Mal. He was young and handsome and, judging by their lustful gazes, he could have taken any of them home.

As if he sensed her hesitation, he reached across the pristine white linen tablecloth and gripped her hand lovingly. When he spoke, there was genuine concern in his voice.

“Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts about tonight.”

“No. I’m not. It’s just…you could take any of these attractive young women home tonight, and you want me and my…less-than sexy body. Is this just because I’m willing to be with your friend too? I want to please you, Mal, but I don’t want to be used in the process.”

“Cora, I went to a great deal of trouble to get you here tonight. If I wanted a one-night stand with someone I didn’t care about I wouldn’t have gone to so much work. I took one hell of a risk. If you had decided to call the police, that note would’ve gotten me in a great deal of hot water. Just sneaking something into your mailbox at work could have caused me a good amount of embarrassment with my sister.” He smiled, his beautiful eyes twinkling from the candlelight. “If you weren’t worth every second of that I wouldn’t have done it. Your body is perfect, real. I want to feel the softness of your flesh under my hands as I stroke you. I want to smell your pussy as you get hot for me. I like a woman to be a woman, and you are beautiful.”

Cora blushed. She was still nine years older than him. She was quiet as the waiter approached. Mal ordered them a nice bottle of wine and the waiter poured them each a glass before leaving. Mal took a long drink from his and looked deeply into Cora’s troubled eyes.

“Cora, you’re special. I felt a connection with you even when you didn’t give me the time of day. I feel something between us. Please don’t tell me I’m wrong.”