Cindy was breathless with desire by the time we broke our
embrace. For the first few moments of that kiss she tried to resist my
attentions to her breasts, but her attempts to defend their honor was short
lived and feeble.
When we broke, she asked, "Is that how you deal with
a woman on the outside?"
"No, on the outside rape is normal."
"What about you?"
"I've learned a better way."
"You need to learn the word Gentle." Cindy
whispered, while she inspected her breasts for damage.
"Before this night is through, you will make a
mockery of your own words as you demonstrate to me the gentleness of a
volcano."
She was looking at me as if I'd just told her she had two
heads, she didn't believe me now, but she would.
"But if gentle is what you want, then I shall be
gentle."
"I doubt you know how."
I held out my arm to her, and she took it. We walked
slowly through the halls to her room. I stopped at her door resisting her
nudges to continue.
"A gentleman would never enter a ladies chambers
without her invitation." I recited.
"I said be gentle, not a gentleman, and I am no
lady."
"I beg to differ, but you are."
"Lana was right. You are an impossible cad."
"Thank you, my lady."
Cindy looked like she was going to explode, then smiled
the wicked smile I'd seen on these women when they wanted something as she
loosened her sash and let her robe fall slightly open.
"A lady would never expose herself to a male
acquaintance. But a Temptress would."
"Vamp."
"Thank you, kind sir."
Cindy took my arm and pulled me into her den. I could not
resist, and followed her to my fate.
We entered her room arm in arm. The lady and her
gentleman.
"I think perhaps we should start again." Cindy
was talking. "Please."
She took my hand and brought it to her breast, I had so
recently ravaged. I gently caressed the offered orb, teasing it until the
nipple stood hard and proud against my fingers.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed, and let her body lean
on mine.
We stood by her bed as I distributed my attention between
her breasts, until the nipples were equally erect. I could smell her scent strongly
by the time she asked my help to the bed, claiming her legs would not carry her
alone.
As she slipped into bed, I removed her robe, which she
let go without hesitation. Cindy offered her hand in invitation to join her
which I accepted as any gentleman would graciously and immediately. Cindy
offered me her body, and I took her gently and slowly for my own. Teasing,
Titillating, Coaxing and Stimulating until she was lathered.
Intelligence had left her and the passion which replaced
it was awesome in intensity, and gentle became something unknown to her, as she
bucked, jerked, screamed, scratched, and violently demonstrated the explosive
passion of her release, while I rode her body to a standstill.
Panting like some winded athlete her body slowly returned
to normal as we lay together. She was sleeping when I kissed her good night and
slid from her bed, my back furrowed with the brands of her gentle nature. I
stood watching her sleep for a few minutes and then silently left, knowing she
would never remember the violence with which she had responded to her lust, or
had been ridden with as her body desired.
As I walked, I wondered why people always seem to deny
the truth about themselves. Cindy claimed to want gentle love, when in fact she
would prove gentle was the one word her body refused to learn.
I stopped in front of Lana's door, checked for traffic,
and ducked inside without a sound. Lana was waiting within, but had not waited
for my arrival before effecting her own arousal. What I found in Lana's rooms
was all woman, but, nothing close to a lady. The she-wolf was on me before I
could twitch.
*** *** *** *** ***
Lana was in heat, and refused anything short of
satisfaction; total, complete and immediate.
I was in trouble, deep, deep, shit; Lana was the scoop.
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