Devilish Delight

She was helpless. His hard lean body was over her own. Her arms restrained over her head. Held there easily by those large, strong hands of his. She was pinned beneath him as he was about to take her. A man fueled by only by his intense, unforgiving lust. A primal instinct she was powerless to fight.

"Arthur! Stop!" She screamed. The Point Man jumped at her cries. His ravishing, paused for a moment He raised his head up to look at her. His eyes unfocused. His breathing, labored.

Ariadne's own breath was coming hard. A mixture of sexual want and fear. She felt his hold on her arms loosen. She was freed. She quickly dislodged herself from him. A sudden wave of fresh air hit her skin as she skirted out from under him. The sensation of leaving his warm body helped her to regain herself. She moved away from him and tried to smoothed her hair back. Tried to act normal.

Arthur, acted no such way. He looked confused.

"What's wrong?" He breathed out. "I thought... I thought you wanted this." He said. His erection still engorged and demanding.

"We..." She gasped softly holding her arms over her breasts. She was still "dressed" in her black lacy lingerie but suddenly felt too exposed.

"Whats wrong?" He demanded gently. He looked at her with those kind eyes. Still not himself, still primal.

"We... umm... Arthur, we need to use a condom." She said softly. She felt almost embarrassed by asking this. Her lover looked confused for a moment. He didn't seem to register her sentence.

"My jacket. Breast pocket. Wallet." He said simply. His voice was not angry or annoyed. Not hurt. It was robotic. Like giving directions.

Ariadne nodded. He was in no condition to leave their bed at the moment. She nimbly exited the large expensive bed as she went to the elegant living room. His suit jacket was folded over a chair. Her fingers made contact with the finally tailored fabric. She fished out his wallet.

Arthur's wallet was fine leather. It's rich smell hitting her nostrils. Everything about it spoke to the man who owned it. It was slender, neat and organized. Ariadne had to look to find a single condom discretely hidden in it's own compartment. She retrieved it and went back to him.

Back in their bed, Arthur had unmade the covers and was waiting for her. His eyes lit up at seeing her return to him.

"Come here, Beautiful." He said. His voice, different. Ragged. His face still distorted from his normal calm self. Ariadne blushed. Her hand closing around the little foil package.

"I found it." She said simply. Bashfully. He nodded.

She went to him. As commanded. Arthur reached for her and she was quickly in his arms again. With a simple movement of his body, She was under him. His mouth returning to hers. His lips on the black lace of her bra.

Instinctively, her back arched up to meet him. The heat of his body returning to hers as if she had never left him. Ariadne bit her lip. Enjoying his attentions on her. His strong hands were more gentle, but in command. They made quick, easy work of shedding her of her bra. She was slightly shocked at being naked from the waist up with him. But the contact of his hot skin on hers, was such a comfort. His body, so hard, melded perfectly with her soft curves.

His thumb and forefinger played angrily with her nipples. She gasped out at the sudden pain that became pleasure. She wiggled her hips around. Giddy with the excitement. Arthur, refusing to allow her to escape again, ignored his lovers reactions. Only pulling and teasing her tender nipples more. His hard gaze watching her body move and thrust in anticipation. Her face, deep in her own desire.

Ariadne was lost. Lost to the sadistic torture of the Point Man. She was nothing more then a primal thing now. Her body grinding on his. Wanting him. Shamefully thrusting his hips up. Her mind and reason gone under the wet need she felt.

He gave her nothing. His erection, hard and ready for her, only teased her with what it could give her. She felt herself flush hard as she thought about how much she wanted it. Needed it. The very idea of his entering her was enough to make her squirm restlessly. Her legs spread wide for him.

She felt his hands wander down to her panties. Those strong fingers, dipping into her soaking wet sex. Rubbing the hard lace over her tender, hot need. The friction causing her to gasp and moan. He was almost evil in his attentions. He desired not to simply fuck her, but to turn her into something. To force her to lose herself to him. To transform her into a woman controlled by lust. She didn't resist it.

Arthur's large hands began their bold exploration of her hot wetness. She moaned softly at the wonderful contact. His hard thumb playing over her. His fingers, moving inside her. His hands began a hard rhythm that was almost enough to bring her completion. She relaxed against his attentions. Allowed him to use her. She lay on her back as the thrust of his hands rocked her body. Her breasts moving, unrestrained, with his rhythm. She cried out at the pleasure of it.

The Point Man would not allow his lover to be satisfied without him. His large strong hands tore down her panties. Freeing her of the wet lacy fabric. Ariadne helped him to kick them off. Her exposed sex hitting the cool air as he was back on her again.

The warmth of his body on her newly stripped desire was blissful. As if he was always meant to be there. She never wanted to be without him between her legs.

She gasped and tensed as he entered her. Despite his foreplay, she was unprepared for his largeness. It was enough it cause the breath to be knocked out of her. Her body was tiny compared to his. He was ruthless in his taking of her.

"Arthur." She gasped as he roughly filled her tight opening. Her hands went to his chest. A feeble attempt to put distance between them. More animal that man, he would not allow it. He restrained her. Quickly and easily. Her arms returning above her head. He would not be denied total access to her. Her body would be his.

"God, your tight." He growled in her ear as he began his movements. He thrust in and out of her quickly. An action she was unprepared for.

"Arthur!" She begged. Her body resisting him. Suddenly he slowed. His movements more gentle. He released her hands and kissed her mouth sweetly.

"Relax." He whispered in her ear. "Relax you body." She tried to do as he told her. Allowing her legs to fall lazily from around his body. Opening her self up to him more.

"Just... just take me in." He said gently as he kissed her neck. His sudden change, from beast back to man, was welcomed.

He rocked her contentedly. Moving in and out of her. He fit more easily now. Her body accepting his fullness. Accepting all of him. Her hips moved with is. Her arms wrapping around him. Bringing him closer to her. The wonderful sensation of an orgasm was near her now. Threatening to take her. Arthur sensed it and rode her harder. Her breathing was heavy as she realized she was crying out from pleasure.

He was kissing her gently as her body climaxed around him. He had a grin on his face as she felt the last shutter of exhilaration leave her body.

She had a vague realization he was still inside her. Still filled with his own lust. Her body, almost spent, took him. Took each thrust till she felt him tense and groan into her neck. A beautiful hot sensation rippled though her. Filling her inside. He fell on top of her. His body dead weight. His breathing labored as she cradled him in her arms.

The unopened condom lay forgotten on the floor.

Sorry it took so long to post up, kids. Had to do some... (ahem)... research.