Post by Admin on Aug 2, 2009 0:23:48 GMT -5
* * * * * Warning: This story contents mature content that may offend some readers. Rated 14+ * * * * *
The house was alive with dancing drunken bodies. Maximilian spied a lone girl in the first-floor hallway, her body unconsciously directed by the melodic Claire Voyant song. Swaying to the music he walked up to her, stopping with only inches separating their young bodies. He put both hands on the girl’s hips—his fingers pale against her black miniskirt—to better feel the slow, erotic circles she traced in time to the music.
Together, their eyes spoke a silent language more potent than any words. The girl’s lips parted a little in invitation. Maximilian couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of her slightly crooked cupid’s bow of a mouth. Slowly, Maximilian’s lips descended until they were softly pressed against the girl’s own.
After a moment he pulled back to give the girl a chance to get away if she wanted. Like a choreographed dance she leaned forward into his lips for a deeper, more thorough kiss. He could feel her hands clutching his arms, keeping him close as she snaked her tongue into his mouth. Maximilian moaned at her eagerness.
They continued to kiss, oblivious to their surroundings. After a time the girl’s hands traveled farther up Maximilian’s arms until she linked her wrist behind his neck, keeping his heavenly lips locked on hers.
Subtly, Maximilian eased the girl a few steps backward, his hands still on her hips, until her back was flush with the wall. Following the girl’s example, he allowed his pale hands to caress her body. Leisurely he ran his palms up over her ribcage, feeling each prominent bone. Usually Maximilian didn’t go for girls this lithe but she was extremely attractive. His hands continued to trace the contours of her body, flowing across the smooth underside of her arms until his fingers meshed with hers at the base of his bent neck.
With an unexpected quickness Maximilian unlaced the girl’s wrists and slammed them with controlled force against the wall above her head. At the same time he pressed his own lissome hips into hers, making it very clear that she had no chance of escape. A small gasp landed on Maximilian’s lips but he just deepened his sweeping kiss knowing the girl would be an eager recipient.
Time passed unnoticed and Maximilian could sense that the girl wanted desperately to touch him, her hands vying for the feel of his soft skin and delicate bones. She tested his hold on her wrists, trying to lower her arms but Maximilian tightened his grip and raised her arms higher against the wall as punishment. He could smell how aroused the simple reprimand made her.
Moving things along faster, Maximilian tried to ease his thigh between the girl’s bare legs. In a daring act of defiance she resisted. Maximilian countered by tightening his hold on her wrists to the point of pain while simultaneously biting her lower lip. The sudden painful stimulus overwhelmed her, loosening the muscles in her body, allowing Maximilian to force his leg against the apex of her thighs. It was just where she wanted him to be, but she refused to submit easily. The light contact, a hint of events to come, sent a current of electricity through the girl’s body overriding any lingering pain. Once again Maximilian leaned his hips into hers, swaying, ever so subtly, to the melodic music filling the room, causing his thigh to rub against her in the most sensuous of ways.
Maximilian, after one last sweeping, scorching, kiss, left the girl’s lips to trail kisses along her jaw and lightly grazed his sharp canines down the column of her throat. Her quick, shallow breathing in his ear told him exactly how much she liked the control he was wielded over her.
Suddenly and without warning the full weight of Maximilian fell upon the girl. Unprepared to accept his weight, what little air was in her lungs was expelled, leaving her breathless in a most uncomfortable way. Their arms, previously held aloft above her head, came sliding down the wall in a tumble of limbs, landing on the girl’s head.
To her astonishment Maximilian’s head landed on her shoulder and she heard a tell-tale sign of sleep—light snoring. Utterly disgusted by his sudden strange behaviour she pushed Maximilian’s body away from hers, his sleeping form landing unceremoniously in a heap on the floor. Jeers and stares from the surrounding people were directed toward the unconscious body of her potential lover.