Sweet Revenge
Part 2
I watched myself in the mirror. I was wearing a little black dress and black fuck-me-pumps, heavy on the fuck. My eyes were painted smoky gray, making the blue of my eyes almost electric. The dress was short, almost too short, and showed off my legs. It clung to my curves and had long sleeves, making my bare legs even more noticeable.
I looked great. And I felt nauseous. Ranger and I had a date. A very real date at a very fancy restaurant. After last night I didn't know what to think. Ranger had literally cropped me. He had tied me up and whipped me with a riding crop, and I had liked it. Oh who was I kidding, I had loved it. Every last second of it. My ass was still a little sore, and the soft material of my dress felt wonderful against my slightly heated skin. The things I felt last night scared the crap out of me, but a small part of me was hoping ranger would do it again. Soon.
He had been so utterly in control over everything, and I felt a flash of jealousy as I thought about other women that might have gotten the same wonderful treatment.
The lock tumbled on my door and my heart rate skyrocketed. He was here.
I was still in my bedroom, my back to the door when he appeared. Our eyes met in the mirror in front of me, and I felt almost hypnotized. He slowly walked up to me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body against my back. He flashed me a dangerous smile, his eyes gleaming black in the dim light. He reached around me and placed a big, blood red rose on the dresser, before focusing back on me.
I watched in fascination as he slowly ran his fingers over my shoulder, brushing away the hair, exposing my neck to him. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to my neck, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror.
His lips were like fire on my neck, and I felt my knees become weak. He flashed me a dangerous smile, showing me his teeth, and I had a mental flash of beautiful, lethal vampire - dangerous and captivating. Ranger's smile grew predatory and just as the vampire from my thoughts; he sank his teeth into my neck, causing me to gasp in pain, a fierce flash of arousal curling low in my belly. I craned my neck back, resting it on his shoulder, finally breaking eye contact. My hands hung limp by my sides, my eyes closed, his sharp teeth digging into my neck. As fast as he had bit me, he let go, running his tongue over the sore skin.
My breathing was ragged, my lace panties were soaked, and I felt like I was on fire. I slowly lifted my eyes to the mirror and drew a breath at the sight we made. Both dressed in black, Ranger's suit tailor made for him. He was dark and handsome, his eyes black as the night. He oozed danger and mystery and something just a bit otherworldly. Me in my black dress, my skin unusually pale, my eyes electric blue. On my neck, standing out against my smooth skin was a dark red, perfectly shaped bite mark. My hair was tousled and my eyes were wide. Ranger took my hand, the color of our skin contrasting drastically. We looked absolutely magical together. We looked like creatures from some fantasy novel. Otherworldly and deceptively sexual.
I could have stared at us in the mirror all night, until Ranger broke the spell.
"You look absolutely beautiful. Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the door.
I swallowed once and tried to pull myself together. "Yes." I answered with a smile, my voice too low and husky.
The drive to the restaurant was quiet. Ranger was in his driving zone and I was busy thinking. Ranger seemed different somehow. He was still dark and mysterious and the ultimate bad boy, but in a weird way it seemed like everything about him was more intense tonight. His eyes were just a little bit darker, his gaze just a little bit more intense, and his bite just a little bit sharper. I absentmindedly traced my fingers over the red mark on my neck, then covered it with my hair.
I was a little scared of this new Ranger, but at the same time, I was drawn to him, like a moth to the flame. I was going to get burnt, but I wanted it. I looked over at him and felt the lust build in me again. I wanted it badly.
We arrived at the restaurant and were showed to a secluded table at the far end of the dining hall. Ranger pulled out my chair for me and we sat down across from each other.
We ordered and Ranger chose a wonderful red wine that tasted fantastic. We sat, slowly sipping our win, waiting for our food to arrive, when he put down his glass and leaned forward.
"Did you like what happened yesterday?" he asked, a challenging smile on his lips.
I had a vivid flashback of the crop hitting my skin and felt my face, and other parts of my body, grow warm. I squirmed a bit in my chair, and he gave a low chuckle. He shouldn't be allowed to talk about that in a public place, I though. I was feeling very self-conscious and disturbingly turned on. In fact I had been disturbingly turned on ever since I laid eyes on him in the mirror.
"I looked around the room, and once satisfied that no-one was listening to our conversation, I answered him. "Yes, I liked it." I said, feeling somewhat shy. "And you know I did." I added accusingly.
"Yeah, I just wanted to hear you say it again."
I have him my best pissy look, and concentrated on the food that was arriving.
We chatted mindlessly about small things as we ate. I had a great time, and the food was absolutely delicious. By dessert I had finally gathered enough courage to ask him what had been bugging me since last night.
"Where did you learn to do stuff like that?" I asked in a conversational tone, turning my gaze back to the heavenly tiramisu on my plate. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him pause for a second, coffee cup in his hand, before taking a drink. He knew what I was talking about, but it didn't seem to bother him to talk about it in the middle of a restaurant.
"I know how to do a lot of stuff, Babe."
Not exactly the answer I was looking for.
"Tell me." I tried.
He watched me, a thoughtful look o his face. "One day I will." he said.
"Give me your panties." he added in a perfectly normal tone of voice, like it was something he asked me every day.
My eyes grew wide and I drew a sharp breath.
"What?"
"I'm asking you to reach down and take off your panties. Give them to me."
My mouth dropped open and I could feel my heart beat furiously in my chest. People were going to notice if I just suddenly took of my underwear.
"Here?" I asked in a disbelieving voice.
"Yes. Now."
I heard my pulse rushing in my ears and couldn't quite believe that I was actually going to do this. Just because he told me to. This was crazy, but somehow it fitted the evening perfectly. Ranger being more mysterious and dark than usual, our weird conversations, the surreal image of us in the mirror, taking off my panties on the middle of a restaurant – at that moment everything made perfect sense.
I slowly reached beneath the hem of my dress, running my hands up my thighs. My eyes were locked with Ranger's the whole time, and I slowly grabbed my panties and shimmied out of them. I dragged them down my legs, stepped out of them and balled them up into a small ball in my fist. I reached my hand over to Ranger and dropped the ball into his hand. He calmly put my panties on the table beside his coffee cup, and I had a small panic attack when he didn't put them away immediately.
"Thank you." he smiled.
We sat drinking our coffee, eyeing each other. Ranger seemed perfectly calm, always in control. I, on the other hand, was painfully aware of the cool air on my most private parts and the tiny piece of black lace lying just inches from his coffee cup.
I grabbed my wine glass and chugged what was left of the exquisite wine.
After what seemed like hours, we had finally finished the food and coffee and Ranger had paid for dinner.
As we got up to leave, Ranger finally grabbed the lace panties and shoved them into his pocket. I breathed a sigh of relief. Our young waiter had eyed them rather curiously a couple times, and I was probably blue from holding my breath.
Ranger's car was parked a block down the road, and we walked towards it. The fall night was warm dark. The slight breeze played with the hem of my dress, where it ended just short of showing everyone my very naked ass.
We were about a hundred feet from the car when he suddenly showed me into a dark alley that I hadn't even realized was there. I yelped in surprised alarm, as I suddenly found myself pressed up against a cold hard wall.
His hands kneaded my breasts through the thin material of my dress, and I felt my surprise melt away as my body was consumed with an incredibly strong need for him. I arched into him, pressing my breasts harder into his hands, and I heard him growl low in his throat.
His mouth came crashing down on mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue seeking entrance, and finding it immediately. At the first touch of his tongue to mine, I felt light-headed with need, and I clung to him like I was drowning in the kiss.
I suddenly felt his hand at my entrance, and I was reminded of the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties, my short dress riding up to expose me to anyone stopping to take a closer look into the alley.
Arousal flared through my body at the thought of someone seeing us now, and I felt Ranger draw a sharp breath as his fingers entered me. His fingers were long and thick inside of me, fucking me ruthlessly. His mouth moved down to my neck and he sucked hard on the mark he'd left there earlier, making me cry out in pain, my arousal growing to new heights.
His other hand immediately came up to cover my mouth as he continued his assault on my pussy, rubbing my G-spot furiously.
"Shh, Babe. Someone will hear you." he whispered into my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
I moaned into his hand, my own hands coming up to try to move his hand away, having no such luck.
I trashed on Ranger's fingers as I felt myself grow closer to release, and I nearly screamed as he touched his thumb to my clit. Setting a furious pace, he moved his hand away from my mouth and kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth, drowning my cries of pleasure. He roughly tweaked my nipple with his free hand, and I felt my body explode in white hot heat. All my muscles contracted forcefully before relaxing again in an incredible display of fireworks.
I slowly came down from my climax, as Ranger held me up, his thigh between my legs, my naked center resting on it. I leaned my head back against the cool wall and felt his excitement through his pants.
I looked up at him through lowered lashes and smiled what I hope was a sexy smile, From the increase in hardness between his legs, I'm pretty sure I nailed the smile.
"Hey man!" I suddenly heard from the opening into the alley. "That's some lady you have there."
I spun around, pulling the dress down to cover as much as possible, and saw two very big guys standing in the alley, not six feet from us.
Ranger very deliberately pulled me to him, cradling me to his side. "Yes she is." he answered in a low, menacing voice.
"Wanna share her?" one of the guys asked, a crooked smile on his lips. "I would even let you play along."
Ranger pulled me closer, silently assuring me everything would be alright.
"I don't think so." was his terse answer.
"That's okay man, had to ask, didn't I?" the guy shrugged and they turned and walked away.
I let out a bubble of laughter at the absurd situation, and Ranger gave a chuckle. He pulled me into a hug, and kissed the top of my head. "You wouldn't have wanted me to share, would you?" Ranger asked teasingly.
"Let me see... Two big, good looking guys giving me all the attention I can take? Nah, never." I said, teasing him back.
"Babe?" Ranger asked.
I laughed a little. "Well I'm not saying I necessarily want to experience it, I'm just saying that the fantasy is nice..." I smiled.
Ranger got a dark sexy look in his eyes, and leaned down to brush a kiss across my lips. He moved his mouth to my ear and his lips grazed my earlobe as he whispered.
"Be careful what you wish for."
