I stood frozen at the spot as Marcel crystal blue eyes pierced through my soul as if placing me under a spell but I could feel my heart racing unnaturally inside my chest like a gun was being pointed on my head.
I don't know but it felt like I was in a lot of trouble but why then am I still here? Why haven't I run away as fast as my legs could run?... Yes I remember. I am not in control of my legs anymore, his beautiful eyes have placed me under an evil spell..
"What are you doing here?" His low but stern voice like a hammer broke me free from my trance state, leaving me completely bare.
As I got back to my senses my whole body screamed to me to take flight and never look back but for some reason I felt obligated to answer his question like an obedient servant which is actually really weird. I am never one to obey sheepishly.
"S..Sorry. I was just strolling about as I was bored staying locked up all day and when I saw that the door was open I became curious to know what was inside and that's what happened. I didn't mean to disturb you,," I said, yapping like a horse.
I don't know why but I was expecting a response after I had taken time to explain to him how I came here but he just turned around and resumed painting without saying anything like my words held no meaning.
It was incredibly rude. I couldn't deny, however I felt strangely relieved that he didn't question me further because I feared he might just scold me and getting scolded would have definitely been worse than being ignored. But now I was left with a dilemma. I didn't know if I should leave the room or stay. It became something more of a hard choice as now it was my mind telling me to leave while the rest of my body, especially my eyes, was telling me to stay as the sight I was beholding is just too beautiful to leave. I am talking about the paintings of course and not his sexy, godlike body. It's definitely the beautiful paintings. Yeah, I convinced myself.
It was settled, I ain't leaving the room unless he asked me to leave, which I won't only just leave but I knew I would run away quickly like my life depends on it…
Slowly, a step at the time I walked deeper into the room, approaching him cautiously.. I wanted to have a proper look of what he was painting but all my eyes could see were the sexy muscles structures and patterns of his back. It was glorious!
Gosh, what's going on? I never used to find muscular guys attractive but why are his muscles so appealing to my eyes like the temping apples in the garden of Eden to Eve? It was only his back muscles that are having this effect on me, what will happen if I see his chest and abs? Will I be able to speak or control myself? I bet I will be rolling on the floor like a lunatic.
I had to shake the crazy thoughts out of my head and focused my attention on what he was painting. It was still in the starting process and I really couldn't make out what it was but I could see something that looked like a pair of eyes but I wasn't sure if they were human eyes or that of animals.
I was curious to know though but I was also scared and nervous to ask however my curiosity got the better of my apprehension.
"What is it you are painting?" I asked, my voice coming out very low and soft like a whisper that I wasn't sure if he heard me or not.
A few seconds passed and he continued painting without even minding my question and I was about to ask him again thinking he didn't hear me the first time but as I was about to raise up my mouth to speak he raised his left hand up to caution me against it.
A warning followed. "I need silence." causing me to swallow my dry saliva.
"Sorry," I quickly apologized but then he gave out a heavy breath like he was annoyed that I spoke further.
He went still for a while before he resumed painting while I still remained there watching as I was too embarrassed to leave at this point. What am I even doing here?
"Fetch me that," He suddenly said, turning his face to me and it seemed he was trying to pass a message to me as his eyes were pointing in a direction.
However I was staring at the beautiful features of his face and I got distracted.
"The paint," he had to clarify before I snapped out of my trance state with the feeling of embarrassment washing over me.
"Oh yes," I quickly followed the direction of his eyes and.saw a pan of paint close to me.
Picking it up I stepped forward and handed it over to him and he collected it from my hands without any form of appreciation instead he was giving me an awkward stare.
"Did I do anything wrong?" I had to ask.
"Are you always this slow?" He said and I felt insulted and normally I would have lashed out at anyone who insulted me but I didn't.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." I apologized instead, however I felt stupid immediately after apologizing.
"But I wasn't slow," I defended myself even.though I knew it was kinda late for that.
"You say what?" He asked his tone, sounding mean and tough.
"I..I said wasn't slow," I said my voice coming out in a timid manner and almost in a flash he got off the stool, standing in front.
I was gripped with fear at how fast he moved, almost like a wind but I was also left breathless at his great physique. The size of his chest and the way his abs were carved like the bricks used in building the pyramid of Egypt made me start having ungodly desires as I felt this great urge of running my hands all over his body so I could feel if he is real or not…It took a lot of mental retrain not to give in to my urges and his delicious, sweet scent weren't helping matters at all as it was drowning me in its intoxicating aroma.
"You said what?" He asked yet again but this time I lost my voice completely. I could only shake my head.
His presence is just so intimidating and dangerous it felt he could end me with just a move. However he is unnaturally attractive and tempting, one would think he is the tempter himself- the devil. He just might be because I have never seen any man with such physical charms as well as powerful aura before..
After observing me for some seconds that felt like an eternity to me that made it difficult for me to breathe properly he turned away from me and sat back down on the stool and I gasped able to find my breath again.
"I will be needing privacy," he said and I understood immediately that he needed me to leave which I hurriedly did.
It almost felt like my legs were waiting for him to say those words because I didn't know how fast I felt the room and locate my room without missing my way.
Locking the door, I rested my back on the door feeling patting, feeling relieved that I had gotten away from him unscratched but I didn't know why I had a silly smug on my face as I thought about how perfect his body was. His chest, bisects, abs and shoulders they linger in my mind like a fog.
Come on girl, get yourself together! This man is holding you captive against your will. You shouldn't be fantasizing about him plus you have a fiance who loves you so much and is hopelessly waiting for you. You have to find your way back to him. I had to remind myself.
"Yes. It's so not right," I muttered out and then walked to the bathroom.
I had to pour water on my face, maybe I will wash some sense into my head in the process...
Mike had become really frustrated in his attempts to find Ella. He has gone to the police and even hired a private investigator when it seemed the police were not much of a help but still he was nowhere close in locating her whereabouts and this has affected his life in a negative way as he couldn't concentrate on anything, not even his job. It felt like he was going mad.
He needed a distraction and not even drinking and getting drunk could help him cope with his pains and frustration and that's how he finds himself here about to do what he had sworn he was never going to repeat again...
Mike rang the doorbell and the door opened up.
"Mike. What are you doing here?" A seemingly surprised Gloria asked.
It always seemed anytime Mike comes around Gloria is always seductively dressed and this time around she was putting on a transplant gown. Mike could literally see her boobs and nipples and he could already feel himself getting hard.
"I just need someone to talk to. Can I come in?" Mike said even though he knew deep down he wasn't really here to just have a conversation especially after seeing her in that dress.
"Sure, come on in," Gloria invited him into her house and Mike walked in.
"Can I get you anything?" She hadn't completely finished her statement when Mike suddenly grabbed hold of her and pulled her in for a kiss.
They kissed passionately, finding their way to the bedroom while still in their passionate embrace. Helping each other off their clothes in the process.
Once they got to the room Mike turned Gloria around and pinned to the wall. Kissing her from behind he touched and felt her smooth body. Pressing and squeezing her boobs roughly before his hands went to her smooth tummy down to her panties. He slid his fingers inside the fabrics playing with her creamy hole with his hard boner pressing against her ass.
"Ah," Gloria moaned as Mike toyed with her now overly excited hole.
His fingers danced around her clitoris sending tingling, sweet waves of passion across her body causing her to crave for his hard, thick meat to bore deep inside her.
"Ahh," she let out a high pitched moan as Mike directed two fingers into her creamy hole unannounced.
In and out he went while he pressed his hard growing boner in-between her asshole making her all of a sudden craving for double penetration.
Mike kept on fingering her creamy hole while pressing and pushing his boner in her ass and her creamy hole became even more creamer. Gloria had become so horny that she started squeezing her own boobs and hardened nipples.
"Please fuck me," she begged shamelessly but Mike kept on torturing her further with his fingers until he drew down her panties.
His dick was as hard as a rod at this point and he directed it into her hole however it wasn't her pussy hole but her ass hole.
"Ahh," Gloria moaned more loudly than before as his thick, hard flesh tore her up.
She has never been penetrated in her anus before so the sensation was too much for her, almost overwhelming as he pushed and forced his thick hard flesh into the tiny hole. It burns like fire but somehow she was willing to see through it to the end as it was strangely pleasing as well especially when he was fingering her pussy hole simultaneously when penetrating her ass hole.
"Fuck.." she moaned with her mouth wide open as he forced and pushed his dick deeper into her ass hole.
He stayed inside her for a while just fingering her pussy hole and squeezing her boobs, making sure her tiny ass hole expanded enough before he started to drill into it. After some seconds he started pushing his waist- moving in and out of her ass hole slowly but steadily.
The tightness of her ass hole was so pleasurable to Mike that he could feel his orgasm building up faster than usual.
"Fuck.." he groaned as he pushed and pressed further into her before he exploded a shoot of cum into her ass.
Gasping he staggered backwards to the bed while Gloria took her time to recuperate from the burning sensation she was feeling in her ass hole. It was intense but she enjoyed it. However she wasn't completely satisfied so she walked towards him, where he sat on the edge of the bed.
Getting to him she pushed him so he fell back first to the bed and she climbed on top of him. Stroking his dick to life she directed it to her hole, this time her pussy and started riding him in a cow girl style with her boobs bouncing almost cinematic...