Enslaved to Lust - Part 2

Part 2

It was several more weeks until the next of their pub nights and she had spoken to him only via text in the intervening time.

They had been friendly and, almost to her disappointment, not very suggestive, although she had still done her best to conceal them from her boyfriend, her guilt gripping her core at the thought.

This time the pub had been even busier and her tempted mind had been secretly elated to overcome what little resistance remained within her and she had relished the chance to sit on his lap proper almost immediately.

They had paid much greater attention to one another than the rest of the group and at several points had even brushed closely together and looked deeply into one another's eyes and she had felt the deliciously low tug within her of his lips so close to her own and she felt sure that they would have kissed deeply if they had not been in public.

She was almost sure that he would have been able to feel the warmth of her arousal on his lap and she was absolutely certain she had felt the tip of his erection against her ass, separated only by the fabric of their clothes yet tantalizingly close as the hardness pushed the cloth slightly inside her.

She felt such a desire for him that she felt sure that the seconds it would take for him to align with her pussy rather than her tightest hole in that moment would be too long to wait for him to penetrate her.

She wanted him inside her now and didn't care how.

As the night unfolded, they had moved between several bars and pubs and this time she had no doubt of his intentions or of her steadily decreasing moral resistance.

As they moved through a crowded doorway he had pressed up against her from behind, one hand reaching around her to place the warm palm of his hand flat against her to draw her body closer to his applying pressure low down on her tummy, his fingertips gently teasing the flesh of her pubic triangle with casual but deliberate slowness and she moaned audibly as she felt buttery wetness flood her quivering pussy, soaking her panties and she couldn't prevent herself squeezing her legs together to put as much subtle pressure onto her clitoris as possible.

Thankfully, this had gone unnoticed in the busy pub.

He had used similar nonchalance a short while later when he had reached to attract her attention as their group had located the treasure of a soon-to-be-vacant table they could all move to from the bar a short while later as he reached out to tap her shoulder, 'missing' with obvious plausible deniability as his hand had instead caressed her breast.

As she drew in a sharp breath and felt her nipple harden in her bra, pushing an obvious point against her sheer black top her wet lips had parted at the intensity of the feeling and they had made eye contact.

Instead of pulling quickly away with a mumbled apology as may have happened in the past, he had looked deep into her soul and his hand had instead smoothly gripped her mound and slowly, deliberately, deliciously squeezed and kneaded her breast and she shuddered... then the hand was gone and with a smirk he instead took her hand and pulled her through the crowd.

At the end of this night, he had again taken her by the hand and drawn her through the crowd outside and she was so swept along that she felt for sure that she would just get in the car with him.

There was no question in her mind; like it was just going to happen and was completely natural even though he lived in the opposite direction to her... and to her boyfriend.

Then a voice had brought her crashing back to reality

"Nice one mate! The others are coming now"

Their other friends who lived in the same direction were quickly assembling to jump in the same car.

She felt the disappointment bring stark clarity as one of the others, very thoughtfully, shouted her name and gestured to a car they had managed to flag down for her.

After the obligatory round of hugs and one last one from him in which one hand had smoothly fallen to cup one of her pert butt cheeks and she again felt the hardness of him, this time against her taught tummy, she found herself in the taxi.

His smirk as he had given her a lazy wave before ducking into the other car had been agonizing and it was all she could do to prevent her hands diving into her panties to delight at the thought of him once again on the ride back.

Her mind was in turmoil all the next week as he again maintained an agonizing radio silence except for the occasional dry pleasantry by text.

It was approaching summer now and the next planned outing was moved from bars and pubs to a house party and barbecue.

She should have realised the danger this clearly presented but perhaps her subconsciousness overrode her common sense... or perhaps it was what she really intended deep down all along and only her surface thoughts could not accept it.

The house in question was one of her other former colleagues' and was an hour's bus ride or an expensive taxi ride away from her accommodation.

She hesitated as it was suggested that it would go late into the evening when the buses would no longer run and rather than pay for a taxi those further afield could sleep over on sofas or the spare room.

In the group thread she saw immediately that he had asked for some crash space and her insides filled with razor-winged butterflies and the agony of delicious tightness as her desire warred with her loyalty for her attention.

She had mentioned it to Her boyfriend and almost immediately he had, as with the other trips with her work friends, suggested that he stayed home so she could enjoy herself. She told herself that she had genuinely tried to convince him to come with her, that he would like her friends and that he would have a good time.

He had responded that he knew them but that it was a good chance for them to do something separate.

She had tried again but he had resolutely decided that was what he wanted to do.

She felt a flash of anger then as she was almost sure that he wanted to stay home not just so he could play video games; he did that all the time when she was there anyway, but also so that he could watch porn without worrying that she would catch him.

Their sex life had dimmed in recent months; except for the brief spike in their passion when she had been working at the store and been very motivated on her return home. Other than that it had been very sparse and almost always she had initiated.

Fine, if he wanted to stay home then fuck him, he can.

She was going to have a good time anyway...

He couldn't know that this may very well have been the final straw that broke the camel's back that night.

The evening began with many people as they had all arrived bringing some food and booze and she had diverted her attention evenly between her tall object of desire and the other guests at the barbeque, telling herself that it was fine and she was doing well. After all, she'd barely spoken to him had she?

He had caught her eye a few times across the garden as they had each been speaking to other people and smirked and she felt the slight tug of her arousal low, so low down within her and her lips parted in a silent moan as she forced herself to look away back to the person speaking excitedly to her.

The night had continued in a similar vein, with games, drinks and food and she had distracted herself and been distracted very well. So well in fact that she almost forgot how the night was planned to end.

She was feeling really quite tipsy by the time it began to wind down and before she knew it, the last taxi was leaving with the last guests inside that weren't staying over and she found herself alone on the front lawn with her tall fantasy.

He didn't say a word but held his hand out to her and nodded towards the front door.

She steeled herself for a moment before teasingly sticking out her tongue to him and pointedly not taking his hand as she walked past him and towards the house.

Infuriatingly he just grinned as she past him and took a half-hearted swipe at her backside.

She swayed and spun her hips out of the way as his hand sailed past and she felt another small surge of victory pass through her.

It felt strong, like her resistance had reasserted itself and it would be alright.

She knew he had fallen into step behind her to follow her into the house and she felt that she had regained the upper hand... but she had put a little extra sway into her hips as she walked.

But that was just the booze, wasn't it? She was just moving a little bit more loosely, It wasn't for his benefit

She had gone into the living room of the house and only then realised how cold she was as she found the sofa and sat.

He sat next to her and looked down into her face; did she see the first signs of uncertainty on his face now?

They made small talk for a while, commenting on the party and how much fun they had, who had been totally wasted and what they had enjoyed.

When he asked for a hug, she hesitated slightly before accepting. Sure enough his arms lingered, one arm remaining wrapped around her and she felt the warmth of him so pleasant on her skin.

It had been such a warm summer day but the night had turned chilly and she had been enjoying herself so much that she hadn't noticed until now as goosebumps raised along her bare arms and she shivered.

She knew to pull away but couldn't, his grip was tight and she felt her body begin to respond to the closeness again, her own muscles fighting her weak resolve.

Her nipples formed firm points in her black blouse and the lacy fabric made them ache slightly with the chill of the evening air as they rubbed against it.

She felt herself begin to moisten again as her pussy prepared itself for what she desired and she was so close to turning her face into his chest and inhaling the scent of him. Or placing her mouth to his chest to kiss or wrap her mouth around his small nipples which she could see clearly through his thin white t-shirt were level with her face in this position.

She felt a surge of guilt pierce her haze once again as her sense of victorious resolve threatened to fall apart.

In a last ditch effort she pulled away saying that she needed to text her boyfriend goodnight.

She found it hard to look at his face as she moved away but when she did his expression was tight with annoyance, his jaw locked and eyes slightly narrowed though at first he said nothing.

She began to type the message into her phone with hands she was unable to keep entirely from trembling and he surprised her by reaching out and taking her phone from her hands.

He did it too quickly for her to anticipate and prevent but it wasn't snatched; it was deliberate and with an edge of anger covered with a façade of playful banter.

He 'playfully' held her phone away from her and taunted her but there was a true edge to the humour; he was angry with a slight side of... jealousy? He was trying to reassert control through physicality.

She tried vainly to snatch phone back but he was too tall and ultimately too strong, holding her at arms' length with his hand in the middle of her chest.

This time his touch did not turn her on though his fingertips brushed her breasts and across her collar bone through her tight blouse and instead she began to get angry.

Now her subconscious saw a chance to actually vent her anger and hopefully rid her of her guilt-inducing desires.

As she grew angrier he seemed to merely become more playfully amused, until at last his face softened and he allowed her take the phone from her grasp.

His anger seemed to fade as she took the phone again and she couldn't shake the sensation that in that act he felt he had re-established some sense of control over her.

Her anger continued to burn, not a raging fire but embers that glowed brightly enough to help burn away some of the haze of lust that had been hanging over her as she typed the goodnight text to her boyfriend.

Though it was late, she was somewhat deflated at the lack of response from him and she knew he must have fallen asleep.

Her tall friend meanwhile had left the room and she heard him head into the kitchen where the hosts of the party and the few remaining other guests were still talking and so after a few minutes to compose herself a little more she too ventured out into the kitchen.

Most people had begun drinking water in vain attempts to fend off their rapidly-approaching hangovers. She took a glass from the tabletop and moved to the tap to fill it but he had pushed off from the wall that he had been leaning against and intercepted her with a lopsided smirk, taking the glass from her hand and thrusting a small bottle of spring water into it instead.

She had looked up at him and raised an eyebrow in irritation but he had continued to smirk down into her eyes completely unfazed until she felt that she had to look away, covering it with an eye roll as she had moved to find a gap in the circle of people and popped the cap of the bottle to take a deep swallow of the liquid.

She couldn't quite seem to get a fix on what was happening. Her desires had resumed their battle within her and her guilt and control, so strong only minutes before had been completely upset by his calm reassertion of control.

She felt a sense of inevitability taking hold and remained quiet as her warring emotions dominated her thoughts so that she almost missed a joke hurled her way and was a slow second responding.

This was the queue everyone seemed to need as the host followed up with a

"Well, if we've reached the stage of the evening where even she is struggling to come back with something then it's probably bed time!"

Everyone murmured agreement as the group began to break up and move to the areas of the house they had been allotted for sleep, grabbing backpacks and grip bags of clothes and trudging upstairs or into spare rooms.

It was here that she remembered that at some point she had agreed to taking one of the sofas in the living room and she discovered that he would be the only other person in the small room as well as there were only two sofas.

She took the smaller of the two being far shorter than he was so that he could stretch his long frame over the larger one.

They were each handed a blanket and pointed to the cushions on the sofas as pillows.

She thought about finding a bathroom to change into more comfortable sleep

clothes but he simply stood in the middle of the room and pulled his shirt up over his head and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

He was tall and wiry; strong but not bulky.

He arched his back slightly to finish removing the garment and she saw the outline of lean muscles against his skin, the lines of his abs and pecs as he stretched in the cold and for all that he was clearly putting on a show she saw goosebumps of his own rise.

For a second she felt another small win that he was also cold but the sight of his bare flesh made her mouth water a little as she saw his nipples become erect and she caught herself staring open mouthed at him, her jaw slack with need.

He noticed and smirked again.

She forced her gaze away from him and said mumbled something about just going to sleep in her clothes as she would need to head home early in the morning.

She felt her cheeks flush with slight embarrassment at the obviousness of it and he flashed her another knowing grin and simply stood in just jeans in the centre of the room, muscles slightly tensed and almost flexing.

She clutched the blanket to herself and laid down, arranging a cushion as a pillow and turning her back to him as she heard him also lie down and get himself comfortable.

She lay awake for a while, her mind racing and she waited until she was convinced that he was asleep before allowing herself to drift off.

She dreamed most of the time anyway but tonight her sleep was fitful and her dreams pointed and frequent. Initially they were of strange and bizarrely twisted versions of reality before her desire was back in the driving seat of her subconscious.

She was kneeling on a large double bed. She was nude and on all fours, her hands bound with cloth to the bedposts in front of her and stretching her arms out in front of her, her breasts swinging beneath her.

She was on her knees but her ankles were also bound so that she could not move them forwards to release the tension holding her arms. She bit her lower lip as she felt the delicious warmth of penetration and withdrawal from behind her as someone fucked her slowly yet so very firmly. Strong motions but smooth and deliberate, like they owned her and had all the time in the world to give her pleasure and to take their own.

She moaned at the sensation and shivered with the exquisite suffering of it as she was stretched repeatedly then left empty from the withdrawal, her pussy craving the next time it would be filled and the friction of skin against her slick inner walls.

The dream began to shift as another sensation entered her experience as she felt something rubbing against her back; the feeling of the warm chest of a man slowly becoming the dominant sensation as her dream faded and she began to shift into a fuzzy state of consciousness.

She turned to look up at the man penetrating her and initially the face of her boyfriend twisted into ecstasy filled her sight but it quickly faded into another face; His face and then, as she slowly awoke and opened her eyes, was replaced by the real thing in the shadows of the darkened room as he lowered himself slowly down next to her on the couch.

He spooned against her back gently and the warmth of him through her blouse was so nice as he moved his huge frame into position behind her, his hips against settling against hers from behind, one hand snaking beneath her almost cupping her cheek and the other settling across her hip and hovering in the air above her sex. Not touching, but close enough for the warmth of his palm to radiate out to her pussy after a few moments.

Unconsciously her hips moved gently forwards a fraction of an inch in response to get closer to that warmth, to that touch...

Their eyes met for a second and he froze, was that uncertainty in his eyes?

But her resolve which had been hanging by a thread had clearly broken. She had to turn her head look up at him, her wet mouth slightly parted, and gave an almost imperceptible nod. He immediately cupped her cheek with his hand to turn her head to him as he immediately placed his mouth over hers and finally they kissed deeply.

Her brain was empty of any feelings of guilt, of thoughts or indeed of anything except the urgent need for him.

His other hand gripped her hip and maneuvered her body still tighter against him. She felt her ass settle into place smoothly across his crotch as though it belonged there and as she felt his hips push towards her to thrust the the press of his obvious erection against her.

A flood of warmth and buttery wetness filled her sex and she felt her tender clitoris against her panties.

Slowly, she began to rock her butt back and forth, side to side across his crotch, feeling him grow ever harder in his pants and the slight friction of lace fabric on her most sensitive spot made her gasp as her breathing deepened and her eyelids fluttered.

Considering the size she could feel pressing against her through the layers of thick fabric, he was at least as large as she had imagined him to be and certainly larger than anyone else she had been with.

He slid his hands up underneath her top, across her smooth belly to her bra-clad breasts, bunching her blouse up as his hands moved and the cold night air on her skin made her shiver again.

It could have been unpleasant but her internal heat was building such that it only added to the sensation as his fingers found the front clasp of her bra and deftly unhooked it.