Chapter I - Laura Meets the Master

 

He was an arrogant son of a bitch, Laura thought as she lay there. He wasn't even that good looking really. He had sleepy looking dark; nearly black eyes beneath a beetle brow that gave him a Cro-Magnon look. His manner coincided with his primitive appearance as well. He was very direct. Tact and diplomacy were not part of his personality. He was absolutely sure of himself while not being smug about it. He simply exuded self-confidence without mannerisms or affectation. Mentally and physically, he was as strong as any man Laura had ever met. But it was a sort of magnetism, a threat of danger, of evil even, that drew her to him. Normally she wouldn't have given him or his type the time of day. She moaned. 'Oh God! How did I get involved with him?' She moved her hips on the bed.

He had asked her to dance. It was dark, noisy and smoky in the bar. Without looking up really, she stood and moved to the dance floor with him. She and her girlfriend Cindy had come out after work to have a drink or two and some fun as well. Neither of them had any intention of being picked up or picking anybody up. They just wanted a couple of drinks and some laughs. Once on the dance floor she saw the strength in his arms and legs as he moved smoothly with her to a heavy beat. He had a sense of rhythm, he moved sensually without being obscene or lewd. Laura enjoyed dancing with him. He didn't ask for the second dance, he simply took her hand, placed his hand on her back and began to move to a slow dance number oozing in melodious sensuality. He didn't press into her, rubbing lewdly and crudely into her lithe body, rather, with effortless grace, he held her firmly while moving her around the dance floor. He led well; Laura had no trouble following him. She could feel his strength and agility in both his arms and legs. Her breasts gently touched his hard chest, nipples responding involuntarily to the light constant pressure. Their thighs brushed as he turned her, she felt the massiveness and strength in his legs teasing and caressing her own soft silky thighs beneath her knit dress. Laura felt her physical arousal with embarrassment as the music ended. She was too self-conscious to put her arms over her breasts to cover the hard protrusion of her stiffened nipples. She simply let him escort her back to the table. He sat without being asked.

"My name is Rodney," he announced without preamble or smile. That was the first sign of his arrogance, Laura remembered, moving on the bed once again. She remembered the darkness of his voice matching his eyes; dark and commanding. She shuddered, slightly squeezing her thighs together. Those eyes, that voice, how could they be so seductive? she wondered. Usually she enjoyed the company of younger men, men who laughed a lot, who cut up and acted silly upon occasion. Rodney seemed so serious, so intense, so powerful as a consequence. She and Cindy normally would never have accepted a ride from a perfect stranger. Nevertheless, within thirty minutes of meeting Rodney, they were walking toward his car in the car park. It was as if he had hypnotised them. His arguments for their safety were not persuasive. It wasn't as if he had really been insistent, either. They had got rid of other men who had difficulty taking no for an answer. He merely didn't entertain the possibility of refusal. Therefore, neither Laura nor Cindy had refused. They had bowed to his utter self-assurance. Laura groaned. She groaned long, low, and hard. 'How could I possibly have let him come in?' she wondered. 'Look where it got me.' She sighed deeply. She was having trouble remembering the seductiveness of his voice and eyes; the sheer arrogance of the man as he unceremoniously removed her clothes, his large strong hands handling the delicate buttons and poppers with a familiarity bred of experience.

He had obviously done this many times before.

How had Laura let it happen to her? How could she have been so senseless, so unresisting? She shuddered again. She couldn't understand what it was about him that had been so irresistible. It certainly hadn't been his looks or charm. It was simply a way he had with her, with all women she assumed. She was afraid to say no. At each step of her own seduction she had yielded to his commands, to his orders. She had become pliant and obedient in his hands responding to him as she had never responded to any other man. She couldn't remember if she had come twice or three times during his extraordinary foreplay. Her body vibrated like a musical instrument in the hands of a virtuoso. He tightened her strings to astounding tension then snapped them in incredible writhing, shrieking release, her emotions, her body, her mind spilling out in uncontrolled spasms on the twisted wrinkled sheets of her own bed.

Now look at me she thought, grunting and groaning under him with her long legs wrapped around his waist, her knees bent up nearly to her shoulders, her ankles crossed in the small of his back while he plumbed the depths of her sopping wet, receptive sex. She felt his wiry pubic hair at her swollen labia, his pendulous testicles on her bare distended bottom cheeks as he penetrated her to the hilt once more with the rampant turgidity of his wide thick member. She groaned and shuddered with yet another thigh clenching orgasm.

It was very late when he was done with her. He hadn't made love to her. He hadn't told her how much he loved her. He hadn't lied and told her how much she meant to him. He had simply fucked her. He had fucked her to a fare-thee-well. Laura had never been so well and thoroughly fucked. She was absolutely exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. She felt like a rag doll, used up, worn out, relegated to the toy box for possible use in the future if someone felt like playing with her again. Rodney's semen and her own vaginal fluids seeped from between her legs like the sawdust stuffing from a leaking doll. Rodney told her he would be back on Sunday afternoon.

"I'll show you how to use your lips and tongue to satisfy a man." The door closed softly behind him as he let himself out. Laura didn't move or respond. She fell asleep thinking she would have to clean up the apartment on Sunday. 'Maybe I'll fix us something to eat,' she thought.