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April - Sarek
Prologue:
I see Ambassador Sarek almost every day as he stalks the halls of the embassy. He never says much…but his presence screams louder than any words he could ever utter.
He's got Money. Power. Respect. And he does it all without having to raise that smooth baritone. His words are like honey as that voice washes over me and it's like those dark eyes pierce right through to my soul.
I am an open book and I want him to read me.
He's tall and dark, like his son- but he is not the latter. While the younger one is emotional, he keeps his cool; where the young one is rough, he's smooth. I want to know just what it is that can undo him…and I want to be the one to make him lose control.
His clothing is always immaculate, perfectly tailored to his tall frame. And if only I could be the jacket that drapes across his broad shoulders…the shirt that caresses his solid chest…the trousers that encase those long legs…I want to be the seams and the zipper by his lok and I wanna know what it tastes like…
Those hands…they carry with them the years of experience and I want to learn from them…I want him to teach me…I want to study under him…on top of him…I want him to fill me…
He's Commander Spock's daddy. And any man that can create something that damn fine makes me want to make the attempt too.
Sometimes I secretly wonder what our babies would look like.
His movements are defined- each with a purpose and reason. There is a nefariousness hidden behind that calm face, magnificent in its symmetry. He never smiles…but those lips I want to kiss…to taste…I can tell there's something dark about him, something…dangerous…animal.
And I must admit-
It turns me on.
He's a man with secrets, his soul tightly guarded- and while I know I'll probably never have his heart….
I wanna fuck his body.
And then suddenly I am pulled out of my daydream as he turns and looks at me. I swear he saw everything I was thinking, except…I know his kind are touch telepaths…right? My mind races back to everything I've ever learned about his people…but it's all a blur and before I know it, He says nothing but begins walking slowly towards me- each step measured, precise.
I tremble under the heat of his gaze and soon I am trembling from the heat of his body as it rolls over me in waves.
He still says nothing as he moves in close to me- his own face inches from mine. I close my eyes as he reaches out his hand…
And caresses the side of my face…
My knees go weak. And I come right there.
"You are projecting," are his words, low and dripping with sex as he whispers in my ear while catching me before I hit the floor. He eases me back down into my seat before he turns and leaves.
It takes me an hour to recover…and when I do I look at what he has placed in my hand.
A hotel card. With a room number.
And I know then…He's about to make all my fantasies come true. And I am terrified, even as my panties soak through.
Encore
I am now standing in front of the door to the hotel room. The same hotel room in the same hotel as the one listed on the card he gave me.
I am nervous. I have never felt such anxiety before. I am a cool, confident woman. But right now I feel like an inexperienced virgin about to have her first time.
It's…disconcerting.
I take several breaths to calm my jittery nerves. In…Out...One…Two…Inhale…Exhale…
Get yourself together girl! I tell myself. People do this all the time…right…Right?
Finally, I exhale the last breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I straighten up. Toss my hair over my shoulders and put on my sexy.
I'm ready…
II
The door opens on my command, and I am somewhat taken aback but really only mildly shocked. After all…it's the Penthouse. He was expecting me.
I step through the doors and as they swoosh close I realize that all the lights are off.
But it's not dark.
All around me are glass windows overlooking the city. And while I can see for miles…there's no one around to see me.
Or so I think.
The carpet is a lush ivory- soft, like a blanket. I start moving forward, drawn to the view of the windows. I go to remove my stilettos- vintage six-inch 2010 Alexander McQueen's- black. They're my "fuck me" pumps. Every woman has a pair.
I'm bending over, busy removing the straps when a voice from the shadows speaks out- and I freeze…warm waves of heat washing over me…
"Do not remove your shoes."
The words come from that chocolaty baritone that I have come to associate with such vivid fantasies. And instantly…I get wet. Of course, I didn't wear panties- or a bra…and my nipples get hard through the thin fabric of the dress I had decided to wear.
It's amazing how he says so little…never raises his voice…and yet his every command is always obeyed.
I turn in the direction of the voice, and in a corner I see a shadow move slightly. But still he does not come forward.
"Do not mind me. I see the view has garnered you attentions."
Something else entirely has garnered my attention, but I get the hint. I turn to the windows again.
The designers of the suite had sense. A waist high steel bar has been constructed in front of the windows- probably to keep people from crashing through. Smart.
As I now look out- the view is even better than I thought. I can see Oakland across the bay, its twinkling lights greeting my eyes and feeding my senses. I live there. And I think that if I squint just hard enough I can almost see my…
Ohhh….
My eyes snap shut and I lean back- into a heated body pressed against my back…
Warm hands wrap around me- the grip so firm and tight and I can feel the power flowing through those hands as they move up my waist and each one cups one breast and he squeezes…
I moan aloud again…
Arching back into his attentions…
His lips are on the back of my neck and he's sucking…one hand now kneading my breasts and the other moving down, down…
He's outlining my body with his hands and I'm trapped between him and the bar- the city twinkling out below…
Suddenly a jolt of electricity shoots up my body from my clit at his touch and he hasn't even entered me and already I am coming...trembling under the expertise of those hands…lovely, lovely hands…and my mouth gets wet too…
All I can think about is tasting him…
He knows my thoughts…The hand that was teasing me below now moves to my mouth as I begin to such each digit…long and nimble…and I am working those fingers as if they are a lifeline and I'm dying…
Because in reality I must be dead because this is beyond anything I could have ever comprehended.
His voice came again…thick with lust and yet still so controlled…
"How do you find your taste?"
Oh Gods this man…
It's too hot…too much, and lord knows I want more than his hands inside me…
I want to know how he tastes…
My daily yoga routine comes in handy as I pop the last slick finger from my mouth and slip out of his grasp. And I am instantly on my knees before him.
His face is bathed in the moonlight and the shadows, and I notice that he has on those long, dark Vulcan robes. The ones that cover him completely and yet…are the stuff fantasies are made of.
My hands go to the middle- through the soft cloth to find my goal- ah! There…
My own nimble fingers work as I remove that gorgeous robe, letting it fall to the floor as if it were a rag- and once I reach my goal I quickly pull down his pants until I am face to face with the most beautiful symbol of masculinity I have ever seen in my life.
And I'm amazed…because it's so big…and he's not even hard yet.
I don't waste time- because really, I'm an impatient kind of girl- and I've wondered for so long about this and now I know…
It's so hot in my mouth as I take my first lick…from base to tip I let my tongue caress it almost lovingly…
He doesn't move- doesn't even flinch…but as I begin to swallow it I can tell he likes what I'm doing cause it's growing…
And so I go for more…
Faster…now encircling…enticing…
It's exquisite…divine…
Like nothing I've ever had and I think about writing the makers of a certain confection and telling them to make a lollypop in his flavor…
I could be a millionaire.
So caught up am I that I am startled when he pulls me up to my feet by my arms, his grip hard and bruising.
He says nothing as he spins me around, grabbing my dress and ripping it with both hands…
"Place your hands on the bar and bend over."
His voice is thick now, heady- and I know to comply with his orders.
I can feel my own wetness starting to run…and yet…he hasn't entered me…
I want to turn to look at him…but I know better.
I can feel his eyes on me, dark and contemplating.
The slight breeze from the air vent blows across my sensitive spots, making me begin to whimper…I want him…
And yet…
He's teasing me. Testing me.
And I'm like the eager pupil wanting desperately to please.
And then- I feel him again behind me, those hands grabbing both cheeks as he spreads me- opens me- and I can't help but cry out as he impales me.
And really, there is no other term for what he's doing.
I've never had anything like this and it's so big it fucking hurts…
But it hurts so good…and I'm already so ready that I start to move with him…
The pain quickly subsides as he opens me, and starts to fuck me.
He's fucking me and oh praise the deities of the heavens that created his race! Because it's so good…so hard…
Each stroke agonizing in its intensity- and I can feel every crest…every ridge….every vein in him…and it's hot inside me ….
He moves purposely- taking pleasure in my pleasure I can tell- as he drives me onward…faster…and harder…and suddenly I can't stand by myself anymore as my knees go weak and our sex begins to flow…
He catches me still- fucking me- and lifts me off my feet.
We haven't changed position. He's still behind me, holding me up with one hand around my waist as he continues his attentions…but I am no longer aware of any of the physical structures around us as the room starts to spin…
I vaguely remember his hand around my throat…His breath in my ear…It's too much…too many sensations…too much heat…too much intensity…too much and it's burning within me…
And he hasn't stopped. He has no intention to- and Oh! God…I don't want him to…
I wanna be fucked by him. Sucked by him…And so…
When he slips out of me- my world comes crashing down and I start to shake uncontrollably from the loss.
But he knows…
He always knows…
He moves me now, down.
And we're on the floor. I'm on my hands and knees…my ass in the air…and suddenly, I know what he wants.
I've never done this before…but that doesn't stop me.
I'd do anything he asked of me…but I can't hide the tremble in my belly…At least he's honest.
"This will hurt."
It's all he says as he grabs my ass again and I feel his hardness push against an opening not created for something of that size…and I slam my eyes shut- trying not to cry out as I expand larger and larger to accommodate him…
He enters slowly…inch by agonizing inch- and he's right…it hurts like nothing I've ever felt…But then…
He raises one hand to my face and caresses me…and as I lean into his touch…
It doesn't hurt anymore and I can feel his pleasure.
Something dark and heavy…and vast…
And like that…
I'm sucked in…
III
I want more of him. Each thrust I meet like it's my saving grace and damn- if I'm going to hell I will surely enjoy the way there.
It's hard. And deep. And fast…and I can't get enough as I scream with wanton abandon…
I am hot. Sweaty…sticky…and I am fucking like the porn stars in the holo-vids I've always watched but never dared try…and now I know…
It feels good.
I can feel him almost in my belly and suddenly, the pressure is again too much- Fuck Me…
Are the words I scream and they're the words he must have wanted to hear because he sets an impossible pace for us, his hands gripping me so tight I know they'll leave bruises in the morning. But at the time I don't care and neither does he because he starts to come unglued…
I can hear each pant…each curse (and yes Vulcans do swear), each nasty filthy thing he whispers in my ear…and as we race each other to our respective climaxes there's a strange, low growling sound around me that seems to get louder and louder; feeding me…urging me…
Time no longer has its place. I've lost track of it…and just as I think I can't possibly take much more of this…
That burning web of heat in between my legs finally explodes and I unleash a wild feral howl- alien even to my own ears- as the room around me starts to swirl again…and I can feel the wetness coursing down my legs… But it's not just my own…
The lights outside start to spin and dammit if I am not crashing, falling, down…down… down…
Into the blackness of the city below…
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear a loud groan…and my body is filled with something hot. Flowing liquid. And I know, just as I begin to black out…
That I made him crack.