Gluttony
Seven Deadly Sins Series: Part 3
By
Laura B. Cooper
Published by: Sea Island Press
GLUTTONY
Copyright © 2013 by Laura B.
Cooper
Chapter 1
The bright sun shining through the windows brought me back
to life as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
Somewhat disappointed to find myself alone in his bed, I surveyed my
surroundings. The massive mahogany bed had
four strong corner posts, each one hand carved with meticulous care. I could already picture myself being tied to
them, spread eagled, eager and anxious to serve each and every whim he
had. The huge headboard had a crest on
it, with the name Michaud carved delicately above it. It was truly reflective of Carlton. I was beginning to doubt he owned anything
without a monogram.
I called his name, but he didn’t answer. I glanced at the clock on the bedside
table: almost 6:45 a.m. I never wanted to leave his bed, but I
couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that my day had already begun, and I needed
to get moving. I stood and stretched my
arms over my head, catching just a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the other
side of the room. I reached up to my
neck to feel it. It was there! I could feel the choker around my neck and
rushed into the bathroom to get a closer look.
I could not believe my eyes the moment I flipped the lights
on over the mirror. It was a thin row of
diamonds, each one breathtaking in its own right, all set in a titanium
setting. I couldn’t find the clasp to
remove it if I wanted to. So this was his idea of collaring me? By all
means; collar me, Master! I spent a few more minutes staring at it, turning
it around and around with my fingers and examining it from different angles in
the mirror. It was as light as a feather
but as strong as steel, the perfect match between beauty and strength... much
like the man who put it on me.
I looked around the room for my clothes in a daze, finally remembering
where I’d tossed them aside last night. It
was a glass apartment, I couldn’t just wander around naked, so I scanned the
bathroom for something to put on and picked up his shirt from yesterday. Slipping it over my shoulders, I could smell
his cologne on the collar. His masculine
scent urged my sensual nature into motion.
I held it close to my nose to take as much of him in as I could, then slid
it over my shoulders and made my way down the hallway.
The door was cracked, just enough for me to peek in and see
him sitting on his rowing machine. With
each pull of the handle his powerful legs pushed hard against the metal
plate. His rippling muscles danced just
barely beneath his skin. Beads of sweat
gathered atop his shoulders and ran down his back; each one seemed to be
calling me into a trance; hypnosis that I was so willing to be a part of. I pushed the door open a little further and
tried to quietly step inside his home gym.
I imagined I was being stealthy, but in reality I was probably
more like a tap dancer trying to walk across a floor covered in bubble wrap. I just couldn’t resist him! Barely in the door, and I’d already caught
his attention. He turned slightly and
his dark eyes followed me as I admired him.
My God his body was incredible; the large, well defined latissimus
muscle twitched and held my eyes. “Good
morning Liz. I trust you slept well?”
I saw him talking, but for the life of me I couldn’t
comprehend what he was saying. I didn’t
care either. He could have told me my
hair was on fire and even that probably couldn’t break the trance I was
in. I shook the cobwebs from mind, and
said, “What? Oh… yeah, um… morning.”
Carlton flashed his beautiful smile and said, “Let me finish
this set, and I’ll be with you in a moment.
“There’s coffee over there on the counter next to the fridge.” His beautiful eyes darted to the wall to my
left, and returned to working out.
Get it together, Liz,
I thought to myself as I poured a cup of coffee. You’d think that after having been naked with
the man countless times already that I’d be over my schoolgirl infatuation, but
that didn’t seem to be the case. I tried
very hard to look around the room, taking in the morning sunlight that shone
through the large plate glass window to the east. I looked at all the universal equipment, the cushioned
workout pads placed strategically around the floor, and the hot tub which was already
open and bubbling. I meandered towards
it, stealing glances of Carlton with almost every step. I could see he was watching me walk around
the room through the mirrors, and I pointed at the tub as if to say, “May
I?” He nodded, barely breaking his
stride as he continued his work out. I
dipped my foot into the water, playfully testing its temperature. Hot,
just the way I like it. I stepped
onto the first step and bent over slightly, putting my coffee down on the edge
as I took another step into the warm water.
Our eyes locked in the mirror, ensuring that I was his center of
attention. With deliberate showmanship I
erotically slid my hands to my chest, pulling his shirt open and letting it
fall loosely over my shoulders. Slowly I
let it fall further down my arms and back, then finally to the floor. I took the final step into the tub and lowered
my body beneath the steam rising off the water.
Carlton stopped rowing and sat still as if he were a six
year old fixated on a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
I continued my stare via the mirrors, daring him to be the first to
break. But once again, ‘Killer Carlton’ wouldn’t
be beaten. He stared me down, until I
could no longer look into his deep brown eyes.
I give, I thought with a laugh. I lowered my gaze to the tops of my breasts
floating in the steamy water of the hot tub.
My nipples were rock hard, and all the blood flowing to them had turned them
deep bright red. I cupped them from
under the water, holding them slightly up to show him just how much he turned
me on. I returned my gaze to him, only
to find the ‘man of steel’ staring directly at me, a slight smile marked his
face. I pulled my right nipple between
my thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth while pinching it. I looked at him for confirmation that he found
my elaborate show entertaining. Carlton
rolled off his machine, scrambling quickly to his feet I saw his approval very
clearly. He was a hard as stone. His cock strained against the damp nylon
fabric of his shorts, every ripple and bulge was presented perfectly.
Silently he crossed the floor and opened the fridge, pulled
out a Gatorade and turned and walked towards me. His manhood on display above me sent shivers
of desire racing towards my sex, “My God, Liz, you are so beautiful.”
I blushed, but couldn’t turn my head away as he dropped his
shorts on the side of the tub and stood there guzzling the red Gatorade. My mind wandered while I stared up at his legs;
if the scene above me was a Gatorade commercial, women would drink nothing
else! His legs were powerful; thick
thighs that gave way to a defined calf muscle.
They seemed to scream for my fingers, but my eyes kept rising until they
landed on his impertinent manhood. His
balls were tight, and his prick pointed nearly straight up at the ceiling. I subconsciously licked my lips still
astounded that I could have such an affect on a man like Carlton. And there certainly was no denying his affect
on me. I wanted to feel him, to hold him
in my hands, to shove him into my mouth... and every other orifice. He didn’t need to put on a show of seduction
as he slid into the bubbling water with me; I was already seduced.
He took a seat opposite of me; I released my breasts and
reached for my cup of coffee. I sipped,
staring at him over the rim of my cup and through the rising steam. His tousled hair was wet with sweat and he
stared at me before dunking his entire head beneath the water. He popped back up like a God; his eyes closed
wiping the water from his face and hair with thick fingers. Suddenly I recognized this feeling… last year
I’d watched Magic Mike with a group of friends and Palmer. We were all hooting and hollering at the
lovely men dancing across the stage. I
remember the blood coursing through my veins, warming me, exciting me… Watching
Carlton was like living in my own version of the movie! His smooth velvety voice brought me back to
reality. I didn’t even realize I was
stroking my diamond necklace when he said, “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He took the coffee cup from my hands. “Please, continue touching yourself Liz. I like it.”
I trailed my fingertips across my chest to my right
breast. My nipple sat just above the
waterline and I circled it, nudging it gently as it responded to the faintest
touch. I could feel sweat rolling down
my temples as I leaned my head back against the hot tub and closed my
eyes. With one hand I touched the
diamonds on the necklace, and the other hand teased my nipple, pinching and
pulling it. “Am I putting on a show
here, Carlton?”
“Award winning…” he said in a raspy voice. I couldn’t see his hands beneath the water
but his biceps were rippling and the water was beginning to churn around him.
I imagined him pulling on his cock, slowly squeezing the
shaft as he pulled it up hard, then sliding his fist down to the base and
repeating the process. The visual image
seared into my mind. I slipped my
fingers down my stomach and between my legs, running the pad of my index finger
across my clit. I pressed down on it,
squeezing the full globe of my breast with my other hand, as I slipped a finger
inside myself.
Audible approval was softly coming from across the tub as I
sank down even further into the water.
With my eyes barely above the waterline, I watched as his movements were
well defined and pleasure wracked his face.
I enjoyed watching his eyes close with pleasure. I snuck a second finger inside my pussy,
trying to recreate the feeling of being filled.
It was a pathetic attempt, I admit, but it was intoxicating as hell
watching him. I began to wonder if I
needed physical stimulation at all; the sight of him pleasuring himself may be
enough to send me into orgasm.
After a few moments I sat up, slowly pulling myself above
the water. I sat on the edge with my feet still dangling in the water. I was overheated on so many levels. Leaning back with my hands as leverage I
spread my legs wide in front of him. Now
fully open to his view I used my left hand to toy with my sex. Carlton’s eyes filled with dark desire, and he
released his cock and swam the short distance to me. Without a wasted moment he buried his face
between my thighs. I looked down,
watching his tongue dart out and test my inner thigh, even the lightest of his
touches forced moans from my lips. His
tongue was hot like fire against the lips of my entrance as he slowly,
tortuously licked his way up and down my slit.
Every so often he dipped just inside my lips to get a taste; his groans
reassured me of his pleasure. I fought
the urge to grab his head and pull him into me; he didn’t seem to want to be
rushed.
He pulled me back into the rushing water and turned me
around. I was on my knees on the bench
seat, my breasts pressed into the concrete ledge of the tub as he positioned my
ass in the air. Even the rough slip
proof coating of the concrete stimulated me.
I was his for the taking; my inner slut was ravenous. Still, he took his time and ran his fingers
across my ass, spreading and pulling me apart, examining me at his leisure. His nose pressed against my tender sphincter
and I gasped at the sensation. Almost
magically his tongue burst forward and licked his target. I shivered with anticipation and nervousness. He pressed into my opening with his warm
tongue; he prodded and teased me until I gave way to the pleasure. I couldn’t stop the moan, nor could I control
my volume as I screamed out in pleasure. Every inch of my body seemed to grasp the concrete
as my nipples grazed sharply against it.
As his fingers slid effortlessly into my pussy I knew my manicure was a
goner… his concrete was in danger as well.
“Yess,” I screamed.
“Take me!” Damn he’s turning me into a wanton hussy!
He withdrew his fingers and tongue with a groan of
discontent from me, and moved behind me. With his hands on my hips, he guided his cock
between my cheeks. He pressed the throbbing
head against my entrance; he pulled my hips forcefully and filled me
completely. At my sharp gasp he went
silently still, allowing my body to adjust to his girth. Finally, I pushed back against him, my signal
that I desperately needed his full length.
Slowly he began moving within me, as his pounding increased its power my
fingers scraped for leverage on the concrete.
Already I was greedy for orgasm, my mind was arguing for more time but
my pussy was formulating a strong case against it. Human nature prevailed; I came hard and fast,
trembling around him as he continued to plunge in and out of me. His balls swayed heavily with each groan
filled thrust.
I opened my eyes, staring at myself in the mirror across the
small room as every muscle in his chest and shoulders rippled in rhythm with
our bodies. “Oh my God,” I said, trying
to keep from uttering obscenities. I
clenched my teeth and turned my attention to admiring him through the mirror,
the look of confidence and control on his face overwhelmed me.
He pulled his cock out, and spread my cheeks again as he
rubbed the head across my asshole. Yes, I thought. Fuck my
ass! Please sink it into me. Where’d that come from? I’d never wanted a man there this badly before!
Carlton had managed to toss aside all of my insecurities and fears and
made me want to open all my doors. The
head of his cock stretched my opening slowly and he inched his way inside. I felt no pain, just a warm sensation as his
cock plunged deeper and deeper into me.
I looked up, now that I knew where his secret room was; its
outline was easy to see. Oh I wanted to
feel a nice vibrator against my clit as he fucked me. I wished he would share the room with
me. I bit my lip hard in an effort not
to mention my knowledge of it; I’d breached the limits of our trust by snooping. It took all I had not to scream, “Open that
damned door and get me a vibrator!” Its
contents intrigued and excited me… I wanted it so bad!
His hand pressed against the middle of my back, slamming my
body against the floor as he took his prize.
His entire length was now completely in my ass as his balls slapped the
entrance to my pussy. Even I was
startled when my orgasm announced itself.
“Oh fuckin’ yes! Fuck me!” I
screamed. I was coming all over his cock
again, and his balls slammed harder and harder into my clit as I shook
uncontrollably. His hand returned to my
hip and pulled me onto him as he plunged deep and held me there. His cock pulsated, throbbed inside my ass as
he unloaded his semen deep inside.
As he withdrew from me and sank back into the hot tub, I
opened my eyes slightly. I could see the
room; almost see it with the door opened.
I wanted in that room! All I had to do was get him to show it to
me. I laid there motionless, spent. His come dripped out of my ass as I stared at
the door with lust.
