Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

Still caressing her face, her chin, her forehead, her other cheek, running his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?"

Struck by his words, she giggled shyly and looked up from her nervous hands, staring straight into his bold eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said.

He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her face to her neck, her throat, down her chest to the top buttons of her blouse. Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly riveting her eyes with his own, and slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one of her breasts and scissoring the tender swollen nipple with two roughskinned fingers. Fawn gasped. "I can't take you anywhere," he whispered, fondling and squeezing her warm, aching breast with his hand. "It's like kidnapping, and rape, if you change your mind later."

"I won't," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly and pushing her body forward, mashing her tingly breast into his rough hand.

"Why not here?" he said, indicating her own apartment building with his head.

"I have a roommate," she said. His hands roamed curiously over her breasts, squeezing and cupping them, pulling the long thick nipples, rolling them in his fingers. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, enjoying the wonderful feel of it. But she knew they couldn't just sit here in the cab doing this. Someone would see them.

"Maybe she's not home," he said. Now her nipples were erect and rubbery, and he gently pinched each one, drawing new gasps of pleasure from her. "Why don't you go up and check?"

Fawn bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh god, she prayed, don't be home, Kelley! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long enough for her to go upstairs and check. And she was also seized by a small panic, the fear that he would not stay, not wait for her return.

"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"

"For you," he chuckled softly. "For you I can do anything."

For some reason, the word 'anything' made Fawn's blood boil and race, made her cunt gush and throb. Oh god, if Kelley was home, what would she do!

She waited while he parked the cab in a relatively secluded spot. Then she rebuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, and took him upstairs with her to the apartment. They went inside. Kelley was not home. On the coffee table was a note she had left. Fawn began to think, as she read the note, that fate must be real after all, that fortune somehow must have conspired to make this moment possible. For Kelley had gone to the mountains for the weekend with a new boy friend; she would not be back till Monday.

Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty hands hanging at his side, grinning at her as broadly as ever, while she read the note. "She… she won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her voice choked up with fear and excitement.

She didn't dare tell him how long Kelley would be gone, as if somehow that would make her even more vulnerable to him than she had already made herself. Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him more attractive and more terrifying, both at the same time, than she had earlier. He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body, with strong hairy forearms, and thick humps of muscle in his shoulders. His jaw was large and sharp, his dark eyes glittery now with obvious lust for her, his teeth strong and white and even as he grinned sarcastically, half-menacingly, at her. She both wanted him and feared him, and the combination of the two made her absolutely sizzle and smolder with contradictory feelings.

She went back to the front door and this time fastened both the chain and the bolt lock, so that nothing like her interruption of Kelley and Danika could happen. She knew it couldn't, if Kelley was in the mountains, but somehow she had to be as secure as possible. She had no idea what she and the cab driver would get involved in, but she had a feeling, a dangerous, thrilling feeling, that it wouldn't be something she would like anyone else ever to know about. She turned her face back to him, smiling nervously.

He stood in the center of the room, his large rough hands still hanging loosely at his sides, grinning at her with his perpetual amusement.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"It's… Ca… Carol," she said. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."

"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you mentioned?"

"You could say that." Nervously, Fawn smoothed her miniskirt against her thighs with the palms of her hands.

"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled softly.

"I… I really don't know," Fawn murmured, though she did know, in a way, but was far too shy and embarrassed and frightened at the moment to say it aloud. "What… would you like to do to me?" she asked, looking away from his eyes.

"Silly question," he chuckled again.

"No… I mean besides that. I mean, how would you like to… go about it?" She blushed so hotly that she raised her fist to her mouth and bit into the fleshy bottom of her thumb in order to get control of herself.

He cocked his head to one side and regarded her as if she were a genuine kook, perhaps a true kinky, but a beautiful one, a stunning woman who was tempting him more than she ought to. He pondered her question for a moment, then answered forth-rightly. "I'd like to tie you up."

Fawn's heart thundered suddenly, then fluttered, then took a rapid dip.

She gulped. "And then what?"

His voice was serious, even briefly tender. "Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything, don't worry." He stared at her for a moment as if to say that not everyone was as kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy," he said, his eyes burning into her, tempting her now.

Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat with a maddening intensity in her throat, and hammer behind her ears. It's all coming true, I couldn't have imagined it any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth? "How… how do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.

"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.

"I don't know. Maybe you would." Her body was trembling and seething with need, and she knew with a wince of horror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender herself to him no matter what, and that horrified her.

He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders. "I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just want a regular little-"

"No, no," Fawn interrupted him eagerly, maybe too eagerly. "You can …" She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life, had never thought herself capable of it. "You can… tie me up. if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt me."

He could see how frightened she was, and he crossed the room to her and again put his rough, callused fingers softly on her cheek. "Only as much as you want," he said. "I promise."

"Really?"

"Really." He took her face in his strong thick hands and tilted her lips up and kissed her with a kind of raw authority that made her almost giddy with delight. And while he was kissing her he slid his hands down to her buttons again, and within seconds he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked breasts, kneading them firmly, cupping the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pointing, pulsing nipples.

He bit her neck gently, then slid his mouth down the smooth flesh toward her shoulder and sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through Fawn. "Aii!" she yelped, "oh! ooooohh!"

His hands were rough and weathered, his lips chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on her tender skin. He kissed her bare gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her breasts so hard that it hurt her, but she was growing so weak and dizzy with passion that she didn't care. His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them, and waves of heat shimmered through her breasts. He held them in his palms and milked them fiercely from beneath, digging his fingers into the springy round globes, hurting her again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery nipples and sucked them between his strong teeth.