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“Why you’d want me is important... I’m going to need some in-depth explanation behind you summoning me here... It’s like three in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Would you be upset if I kissed you? Right here in my doorway, where passersby can see us?” She pretends to peer around the hallway to see if someone would catch them.

“I’m here, darling... at this hour... I don’t give a damn what they see or hear... should you let me in that is...”

He steps so close into her personal space that she becomes flushed, his lips ghosting hers as he gently toys with her hair. Before she can say anything further, he has covered her lips in his as his hand comes to her waist, snapping her into him as his tongue speaks its wordless language.

He feels her tug him inside and laughs into their kiss... “So easy...”

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~~~~~ The Fight ~~~~~

“Sam, if you dare …”

“Fuck with me if you think you can… Sam, there are things that you think you know about me, but I promise you that you still don’t have the faintest knowledge of the person that YOU created… you made this… she outlines her silhouette… but you can’t live with it all of a sudden!”

“I tried to be open with you fully before you married me!!! Noooo! You told me that you knew everything you needed to know, even things that had been hidden… Hell! You even took fault then!!!!”

He looks at her murderously, his voice thundering through the room. “I appreciate the woman you are, that’s not the problem!!! It’s holding on to you that is! I have changed myself multiple times to suit YOU… YOU DAHLIA… Not ONCE have you ever slightly tried to do that for me!!!!”

“Yes, I admit it!!!! You made me a better man!!!! But FEELING, that’s something that I could have gone the rest of my life WITHOUT!!!!!!”

She recoils and realizes that he may actually know everything!! Has he been using her to get to … No, no, that's impossible!!!! I can’t give clues if he doesn’t have any idea… Her mind shifts back to its former rage, “So! Tell me all of my evils since you know them… let’s hash this shit out right now! We can’t move forward until all these doubts and emotions are resolved!!!!! So go ahead!!!” She shoves him, but he remains cemented in place, gripping her arm and snatching her forward… kissing her with a violating sense… triggering her anxiety. She struggles against him, but it only pushes his aggression more!

He grabs her neck, pulls her into his strong kiss along her lips, and upon her resistance, the underside of her chin, neck, and sternum just before biting at her left nipple through her clothing. She gasps, but before she can argue, he seizes her tongue against his own, sucking and pulling. Temperature and anger rising steadily she squirms until her aggravation filters into pounding against his chest, which only causes him to increase his strength, locking her in place.

“Look woman! Calm yourself down!!! You would normally enjoy this roughness!” Easing his hold, she escapes him. Turning forcefully in an attempt to slap him, but he sidesteps, giving up to her frustration…

“Fine, but I am not chasing or losing you like I did Alin-,” pausing to readjust his composure, chest heaving with uncontrollable breaths… he turns and walks away.

To Dahlia’s surprise, he doesn’t return. She waits, unsure of why she can’t seem to move… needing to finish what was started… not wanting to leave unresolved feelings… but she soon realizes that they both crossed a line…

~~~~~ Alone ~~~~~

Dahlia began to look at all of the things she had done wrong over the course of time she had begun to pursue Sam… her emotions moving from the prison of revenge to the freedom of love to the entrapment of her mind in total chaos.

She didn’t understand how one person’s love could torment her, equally bruising as it healed… Thoughts that she was deserving of the worst out of love began to creep into her head… She had done so many wrong things… should she ever expect any form of redeeming love? She was a monster … could anyone truly love a monster? Or was she human after all… behaving as one who has been hurt would lash out????

With the fabric of reality tattering again, she felt that she should restart her therapy again… Once in Cordonia, she would ask Riley and Liam to temporarily care for the boys as she tried to stop the whirlwind of her thoughts before they consumed her. She didn’t want to become the person she once was.

The thing that tormented her mind most… walking in on her best friend taking total pleasure in Sam’s persuasion. Neither knew that she had entered the room. Sam, bare assed and distracted with speaking his web of lies into Jenny’s ear as he continually thrust within her, jolting her frame against the wall, had his eyes closed… silently asking for forgiveness for having to use this method of persuasion. Jenny head was thrown back, as she groaned and smiled in triumph … finally getting her taste of this handsome billionaire.

Halted in her steps, attempting to keep the twins from overhearing or seeing their dad in this compromising position, she turns them, rushing them out of the house, taking Jenny’s keys before exiting. Once the kids were secured, she hurried home to pack their bags… explaining to the boys that she was taking them to see a real castle. She was determined not to let on that she was heartbroken and furious. The boys came first in this moment. They had no idea that they were leaving their dad, and she didn’t want to alarm them.

~~~~~~ An earlier look ~~~~~

When Sam finally comes to his senses, not wanting his wife to disappear on him again, he phones Carter… “Did you take Dahlia and the boys to a specific place? I thought I was willing to just give her space, but Carter, I need to bring my family home… Can you just text me the GPS history for where you took her? I’ll take the heat for it, you won’t have anything to worry about… your name won’t be mentioned… I just don’t have the mindset to log into it myself… Thanks, Carter… I owe you a paid vacation for this… anywhere, you just name it.”

He throws on jeans and a t-shirt, not really caring about his appearance, just needing to locate his family. As he arrives at the location, he looks around for any familiarity, but finds none. He parks his car in a shadowed area, not wanting it to be visible should Dahlia arrive after he does. As he heads towards the door, headlights approach, causing him to slow his stride.

Realizing that it’s just a DoorDash delivery, he decides to intercept once he hears a voice that he knows over the intercom. He tips the driver for allowing him to “surprise his girlfriend”. Handing him a hundred dollar bill, the driver walks away with a hearty smile and quiet thank you. When she opens the door, she is surprised to see Sam standing there holding the food order. “You know where I live …” It’s not a question, but a statement of surprise.

“Are you going to make me stand out here all night, the food is going to get cold?” Assuming that he has missed Dahlia and the boys in passing, she steps aside to allow him in, leaning out to see if anyone is around to see him enter. “Did you just have Carter drop you here? I don’t see a car…” Turning to face her and hand the food over, “Carter has no idea that I am here… should he, though?

Realizing that she has just admitted to Sam that Carter knows her address, which would mean that he has brought Dahlia and the boys there, she quickly asks, “Why are you here this late, Sam?” He quickly surveys the room, attempting to see if there are things of Dahlia’s or the boys’ lying around. When can’t locate anything out of place, he decides to play on Jenny’s emotions, not having any clue if it will work.

“You know Dahlia left me. I … I just needed to clear my head… I don’t know how I ended up here… I guess because you know her better than I do… Do you think she’ll come back soon?” Not finding it hard because he does miss his wife and kids, he lays on his most desperate act possible, running his hand over his hair, exhaling as if totally exhausted.

At first, Jenny looks at him as if she is absolutely unconvinced that he actually misses them, but he shows vulnerability, allowing tears to fall. She comes to sit next to him, looking intently to be sure of his sincerity… but her focus shifts from concern to instant attraction and a very noticeable desire, although she doesn’t realize. She places a gentle hand to his shoulder, rubbing ever so gently, noting his musculature above all else, “You’re fine… I mean, you’ll be fine… no, everything will be fine… Dahlia just sometimes needs space to process … that’s all, I’m sure.”

Unaware that she has shifted closer, she takes his chin, bringing his eyes to meet hers… The intensity and longing in his eyes sends a rush through her, causing her to abruptly stand and walk away… but not before Sam notices. Finding his way to get any bit of information needed, although morally wrong on so many levels, he decides to seduce her… or at least give it a try… Jenny doesn’t seem too hard to crack… always the party girl who loves to have fun… He’d heard that she’d had her rounds with Robin… was he that different from his brother? Or would the difference be the trigger to her curiosity? He uses this opportunity to his advantage… moving over to her… placing his large hands over her shoulders, leaning into her back, his breath tickling its way along her neck until his words finally reach her ear, “I’m sorry, Jenny. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable? If so, I will leave immediately.”

He’ll leave, she thinks… I may not ever have this chance again… Dahlia did say that it was over, and that it was beyond repair this time… She spins around, her eyes boring into his. “No, you didn’t … it’s just… I really shouldn’t find you so attractive right now… You’re my best friend's husband for god sake… Something is just drawing me in, and it’s so hard to resist the urge…”

“The urge for … what?” He moves a step closer, looking at her as if he will take her any moment. Hell, this is just too easy, he thinks. Dropping her head momentarily, she answers… “The urge to kiss you… or more…” Tilting her head in slight embarrassment, but giving the look of need, she gives in and kisses him. She can feel the loneliness and longing to be needed in his kiss, and soon in his touch, as he runs his fingers along the sides of her spine.

Damn his touch is so gentle… no wonder she was drawn in so easily… I could give in to this completely… but I really shouldn’t… or could I? Her thoughts are cancelled out by Sam’s hands gripping her ass and pulling her against his semi-erection. He is a man, but truthfully he only desires his wife. To bring himself to full arousal, he imagines Dahlia, kissing Jenny a second time greedily. Her knees buckle, but Sam takes her into his arms, walking her back against the wall.

Grinding his erection against her as his hands travel inside the boyshorts she’s wearing, teasingly tugging at her pantyline, he whispers, “You know you could have me… if you wanted… I just need to feel desired right now…” He buries his head in her neck, but then teases his tongue along her shoulder until he reaches the tank strap, brushing it aside until it falls away, gently kissing his way. Jenny shivers against his touch, unable to resist the pleasure that it brings. “Sam, I want you,” is her soft whisper.

He pretends not to hear, moaning in question, “Hmm?” Reaching her breaking point as his fingers creep into her folds, Jenny tells Sam to fuck her as his revenge for Dahlia running off with his kids. “Is that the only way you’ll tell me where she’s gone?” His fingers move more fervently within her, causing her staggered breathing. “What about your guy?”

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She never speaks, only begins to unbutton his jeans and help him pull his t-shirt over his head. Sam looks down, watching her unzip his pants, staring intently as she reaches in to stroke his length. “So, this is what a billion dollar penis feels like? “Are we really doing this?” Her brow twitches as she kisses him again, never intending for him to respond with words. “Why not? My marriage has already taken a turn for disaster…”

Pinning her hands above her head with one hand, he tears her tank away in one pull with the other… her breath catching in excitement. She will finally get her own taste of the handsome billionaire, satisfying her long standing curiosity. “Dahlia really should learn to appreciate what she has in you.”

He senses the jealousy in her tone, but knows that Jenny won’t let one word escape her lips about their whereabouts if he doesn’t give in fully. “You sure you want to cross this line with your best friend’s husband? There’ll be no turning back once we’ve crossed it, or once this gets inside of you…”

Jenny’s answer comes as a lust filled grope of his hardness. Any further words go unheard, as Sam forces his thoughts to his wife during their intimacy. She tries with great effort to kiss him, her lips falling just shy of contact with his, her breath hot on his lips. Sam teases her, attempting to kiss her but pulling away… that line he won’t cross again, only wanting the taste of his wife on his lips during intimacy… No other woman would have that pleasure.

“It’s just sex, right?” Jenny nods, then yelps as Sam enters her forcefully, her nails bearing into his skin… His need for roughness provides a disconnect from any guilt in that moment, or attachment on Jenny’s part. When he is done, she won’t want this from him again, understanding that this was his payment for information only. Her whimpers imply enjoyment, but Sam only sees it differently… simply a means to an end.

~~~~ The airport ~~~~

As Leonardo greets Dahlia, welcoming her and the boys aboard, he asks if there are any special needs for the children before they depart for Cordonia. Assuring him that they are all set, he closes and locks the door to the cabin, helping her to settle the boys into their seats and asking if they have ever been on a plane like this before to gage their comfort with flying. Once he has them secure, he notifies the pilot that they are ready to depart.

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It isn’t until the boys have drifted off to sleep that she allows her feelings to overpower her, silently sobbing over the vision of the two people she trusted most outside of her sister betraying her without any regret. How could either of them do this? This explains so much of Jenny’s behavior towards her after marrying Sam… but he had never shown the slightest interest in her friend… especially since her personality was totally beyond his attraction.

It would be hours before they reached their destination, she allowed her tears to carry her into sleep… wanting all emotions of their betrayal left behind once they arrived. Knowing this was easier said than done, she scheduled an immediate appointment with Savannah, asking if she could make this a home visit until she was sure Riley would be comfortable with the boys.

Sam contemplates what activities to plan for their weekend family trip, since Dahlia implicitly reminded him that it was his turn. It's been her responsibility to ensure that he balances work and time with her and the twins. She decided to provide him a bit of incentive to take charge.

Lately, he has been truly focusing on the turning point in his life... The day that he saw Dahlia painting on the beach... the day he secretly took her as his bride. He promised to never make her feel like she was in the marriage alone... It was not time to make good on his end of the bargain. Even he realizes that he hasn’t quite honored his words to her.

As Sam arrives home to finally leave for much needed time together, Dahlia tells him that she wants to go for a quick shopping trip. He removes his suit jacket, putting it on a hanger, laying it to the side to answer the question he mistook her for asking.

“I figured I would pick up some things needed for our beach vacay. What si- ...?

“Extra large... extra long.. anything else is a waste of time, but definitely lambskin,” he says, thinking of her recent pregnancy scare. (She admitted that she wasn’t ready to make that step this soon in their marriage. It would already be an adjustment taking on the twins.)

“Babe! In speedos, lol, or do you prefer swim shorts, because I am not quite sure that I want you showing off my billion dollar body...  Matter of fact, let’s just go together. I promise it won’t take long.”

“Whatever you want, love. This is my weekend to take care of your and the boys’ needs.”

“Actually, that would be perfect. I could even model a few suits for you... See which ones excite you.” She sits on his lap, kissing him gently as she massages his shoulders. “Oooh, Sam! I need to work these kinks out! Was your meeting that stressful?”

“It’s okay, love. Nothing a few drinks won’t cure... I could make your favorite, sex on the beach.”

“Oh, I’d love that,” she says, kissing along his neck. “We are going to have to put this on pause, or we won’t make this trip. I’ll change, grab a quick bite from the kitchen and then we can head out. I’ll send Carter a quick message.”

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As Dahlia comes into the kitchen herding the boys along, trying to take in every animated word they are saying, talking over each other, Mickey runs to Sam first, waggling his tongue at Mason. 

“I saw dad first, so I get to ask if we-” Cutting Mickey short, Mason whines to Sam, “But dad! It’s not fair!” 

“Settle down boys, I’m yours all weekend! Mason, I promise to hear your suggestions, but Mickey did get to me first... fair is fair.”

“Yes, sir...” Mason feels dejected, and moves to take Dahlia’s hand. She rubs his back lovingly, and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. Mickey quickly chimes in, “Dad, can we go parasailing while you and Dahlia are having sex on the beach?”

“Sam damn near chokes at Mickey’s words, but Dahlia quickly questions Mickey, hoping they heard wrong.”

“What did you just say, Mickey?”

“Well, we didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But we heard dad say he would give you sex on the beach... You know the drink! So we wanted to do something really fun while you relaxed.”

“Mason, Mickey... What have I told you two about giving Dahlia and I privacy? Why were you listening to our conversation?” 

“Sam, don’t scold them. Let me handle this.” She calls Mickey to her and squats down to talk to them gently. “Boys, how did you manage to hear our conversation exactly?”

Mickey drops his head, still worried that they were in trouble. Mason immediately says, “Our room phone. You or dad must have pressed the intercom button by accident.”  They share a knowing look to each other, before Sam responds. 

“That would explain it. I had just gotten off the phone with mom, and sat the phone by my leg. I had left my cell in the kitchen, so I just used the home phone... We-, I must have pressed it when I sat back on the sofa.”

She tugs both their shirts gently, smiling at them, then boops their noses.”Boys, next time that happens. Just press the button that lights up on the phone to cut it off, or come knock on the door for us to hang it up. Okay, promise me. You’re not in trouble... We just need you to not listen in on our talks, okay?”

Both hug her tightly and apologize, just before Mason darts over to Sam. “Dad, it’s my turn. Can we search for seashells and starfish?”

“Boring! Mason!!! I asked first if we could go parasailing !!!” And just like that the arguments begin again. This time Sam quiets them, promising to consider both of their ideas. “Okay, let’s get this trip on the road. Carter just messaged to say that he is waiting downstairs.”

“Mickey, don’t run so far ahead. Remember safety rules!,” Dahlia exclaims. They discuss preference of clothing for the boys, deciding to change at the department store before heading to the beach. 

“I’m excited for this Sam. Thank you so much for making it happen. I’m anxious to see which reward you’ve earned for tonight... maybe we can even sneak in a preview.” Sam’s eyes tinting with that irresistible charm, he leans over Mason to steal a kiss... the sounds of disgust cooing from Mason.

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Once they have spent sufficient time on the beach combing for seashells and starfish, they take the boys on their first parasailing adventure. The instructor was very cautious with the boys. After they went over the safety and emergency procedures thoroughly, making the boys repeat everything and show each step, the fun began, but it wasn’t long before they tired out.

Carter agreed to sit with the boys so that Dahlia and Sam could have a bit of private time, which they were very thankful for. Sam even agreed to send him and his wife on their own private getaway the next weekend.

Sam sends a few texts and they take a short walk to the pier, then board a yacht. “Sam is this yours?” He looks at her and shakes his head no, and she turns to take in the beauty of it. “Then who’s?” He takes her into his arms, turning her to face the massive boat. “It’s yours!”

She spins in his embrace, “Shut! Up! It is not !!!! Eyes stretched, and playfully slapping him in the chest, his look tells her that he isn’t joking. “Really? OH! MY! GAH-,” she stops short, kissing her thank you, steadily bouncing in excitement! 

“Sammy!!! Let’s get this yacht christened already !!!!”

“Robin? Sam... I said adventure, not a threesome with your brother !!!” He looks surprised by her words, but quickly informs her that he was throwing her a yacht party. He leaned in to whisper against her ear, “Not now, nor ever, will we participate in a threesome with Robin. You’re mine ... and mine alone... I will NEVER share you.” His possessiveness turns her on. But before she can respond, the rest of the party arrives.

Selene D’Torte, Miles Houston, Grant Mirani, Luca Rossi and others Dahlia didn’t recognize were among the rowdy group now boarding the yacht. Knowing that her husband wasn’t the biggest socialite, she didn’t question the guests in attendance. (Who cares right, she just got a yacht for a present, for no reason other than Sam’s expression of appreciation.) She was just ecstatic that he had invited her best friend Jenny, she truly needed her to see how happy she was with Sam. 

Once the trip is underway, it’s nonstop excitement. From the onboard party to excursions of snorkeling, speed boating, jet skiing, and a beach side mock luau party... He was going to make sure that Dahlia relaxed and enjoyed herself. The one thing that he failed to mention... some work would be included, but it wouldn’t appear that work was being done. Who doesn’t love a yacht party, right?

Robin had his sights set on Jenny, and he was not leaving until they shared the evening, and night if he had his say, together. From taking her out alone on the speedboat just the two of them, to chasing her on the beach for some fun water play. But she’d definitely catch his eye on the jet ski, turning up the heat with her seductive movements. She had plans for him as much as he had for her, lol.

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Meanwhile, Sam was figuring out how to have a private water moment with his wife. Surrounding them with this much company may not have been such a great idea after all, but she was smiling more than she had in weeks. That is ... until Sam went to fix them drinks after she made her way aboard and over to him.

She pulls on her cover up as she watches him make his way through the group, admiring his frame... sinister thoughts forming immediately. Then it happens, something that shifts her mood, undoing all that has relaxed her. Selene has made her way over to Sam, her proximity way closer than Dahlia is comfortable with. She laughs and lightly lays her hand on his chest, which causes Sam to immediately recoil. 

“Come now, Sam... don’t tell me that young tender has you shying away from more experienced and suitable women.” He takes offense to her uncouth words regarding his wife, but his demeanor doesn’t change. He coolly advises that as of this moment, any further dealings between herself and Dalton Enterprises would be handled through Robin, or virtually if she insisted that he be the one to handle her shares and updates. But from this moment forward, she will respect his wife as if she was him, because as far as he was concerned, they were one, and would be treated as such. 

He guides her aside by the small of her back with a slight nod and smile, which is innocent enough, but not in Dahlia’s eyes. Her rage builds internally, but she won’t allow herself to act out and embarrass her husband in front of such prominent people. She’ll speak in a soft tone once he returns, her volume low enough for just the two of them to hear.

He returns, asking why she is hiding her perfect body from his view. He rather loved ogling her curves. He leans in after she takes her drink being offered. Cristal Rose won’t work today, she thinks, as she offers him a false smile. 

“You look so damn gorgeous when you smile. You’re making me hungry, can I have a sample to tide me over?” When she looks at him in that sultry way, he can’t help but touch. He doesn’t even bother to sit his drink down, instead traces the outer edge of her bikini, sending a heated rush through her that she ignores. Her heat has already risen, but not sensual in the way he’d love. 

Laying along her side, he kisses her shoulder, then her neck, coming to her ear, his husky voice speaking the words,

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice."

Turning her pout to him, he attempts a kiss, but her single finger stops him. Absentmindedly stroking the outline of his lips, she says, “It’s my day right... what if I let you take me ... right here... in front of everyone?” The twitch of her brow implies her desire, and that the words she speaks aren’t just a tease.

She can see the bulging reply in his thin bottoms, and as he almost indulges, she rolls away. Sitting upright, she now dawns the look of anger... eyes almost in a squint of hatred. “Gonna make me plead for it?”

She leans in and kisses his earlobe, arousing him further. “Not at all, baby... but we need to take this below deck... the music is loud enough... and the party is still lively.” Quicker than lightning, Sam is on his feet, pulling Dahlia to hers. His movement is so swift, he is almost dragging her along.

Nearly passing everyone unnoticed, Miles attempts to greet Dahlia, telling her that it’s great to see her again, he took her advice and negotiated an independent contract with Dalton E-... She could only offer a look of apology as Sam continued on, seemingly picking up the pace. Abandoning her need to argue, thrilled by Sam’s determination to get her alone... barely above a breathless call of his name, she tells him that once in the room, he can just pull her bikini bottom to the side, no need to undress.

Robin shakes his head, and goes over to make an apology, or at the least, small talk. He could bear this one burden, especially since Jenny was motioning him that way already. His eyes never leaving hers, he watched her lean forward, her delicious rack beckoning him to come touch. She messes her hair, just before throwing her head back as she slowly rises, turning to expose her near bare bottom to his view... running a finger against the string as if freeing herself of discomfort.

Licking his lips, he walks faster, passing Miles before realizing that this was his main purpose for striding over, which was taking second place rapidly. He backs up a few feet, gulping as Jenny adjusts her bikini top, breasts bouncing like the dot of a sing-a-long lyric display. 

He quickly pats Miles against his back, “Sam or I will get with you later, I’m sure that he didn’t mean to ignore your words, man. Dahlia said they had to discuss something right away... about their boys... You know how sudden family emergencies can come about.. “ He begins to acknowledge, offering a family situation of his own, but before his inhale can formulate words, Robin excuses himself with a pat to his shoulder, bee-lining his path to Jenny.

He sits beside her, softly tracing her shoulder as he leans in to ask if she would like to join him privately after the luau. Jenny winks, leaning to demonstrate her answer by nuzzling his neck before teasing it between her tender lips, ending in a seductive tug that implies your place or mine...

She seductively passes him her card. “This is my “Lyft” number, and I would advise you to phone and reserve early, listen very... very carefully to the instructions... I would hate for you to miss out on my very tailored to expertise services because you coud follow my instructions like a good boy... I promise you the ride of your life...”

Curiosity beyond peak and wanting to take her right then and there, he only has one question... “Lyft?” She closes the distance yet again, whispering against his ear, her breath raising the hairs on his neck just before she runs her perfectly manicured nails through them, “Live your fantasy tonight...” Robin turns, kissing her with a festering desire, pulling Jenny onto his lap before either realizes that they are indeed in the company of others. Clearing their throats, she insists that he call before standing and walking to go freshen up after their excitement.

Miles almost takes offense, but before he can think too quickly on it, Selene makes her way over to him. “Miles?” ... Turning and immediately finding her sway towards him inviting, he forgets about all that occurred before. “Miss D’Tor-”...”Nonsense, call me Selene,” she says, offering her hand for a gentleman’s kiss. (I’m guessing that business will take care of itself, lol.)

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After being thoroughly satisfied, she convinces Sam to go swimming with her, agreeing to be a beautiful siren luring him to her while he was a sea captain pillaging treasures as he discovered them. Letting her earlier frustrations wait until the vacation is over, possibly abandoning the conversation altogether, she had more fun that she has had in some time, laughing at the realization that Mickey was indeed right... There would be sex on the beach after all...  After entertaining their guests and retiring for the night, that is.

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After thoroughly teasing Robin, expertly bringing her own orgasm to start the night, displayed before him like a panther’s prey, she turns to tell him, “Now that the engine is good and warmed up, let’s take this to fantasy ride shall we...”

He immediately begins to undress her, as she has left this portion as the designated passenger fare. She’d only slipped her vibrator past the seams, allowing it to hum pleasurably within her, pressing it hard against her clit as she writhed through her pleasure.

Once he has stripped her of her garments, she tells him to sit at the edge of the bed while she takes care of the lights. He obediently assumes the role play as instructed, taking in every inch of her stride across the room, picking her fedora  up from the dresser, leaning against the door frame as she gently strokes the light switch to the off position with her nails softly scraping the wall. Tipping in greeting, she begins...

“Good evening Mr. Flores, I will be your personal chauffeur, I’ve been hired to drive you to the sexual destination of your desire. I have reviewed the desired itinerary, and have no issues with your requests. We can cruise or speed, depending on the specific route you wish me to take first. Are you ready for me?” 

She snakes her body along his, before slinking down to take his already spewing member into her mouth, coiling her tongue around it with a wetness that has him squirming, fighting the urge to thrust powerfully as she reaches the head, spreading his seed around pleasurably with the tip of her tongue as it runs along the shaft like a newly struck oil mine... bubbling over as the spasms continue. Wanting to feel this warmth deep within, she straddles him and buries him deep within... grinding into a slow bounce until her desires spikes uncontrollably, forcing her to reverse position, climaxing as she sits on it for the last time. 

She falls back against his chest, allowing him to thrust into her as he tilts them to kiss her with a near strain of her tongue, both struggling to breathe through the intensity of their release... crying out together as he squeezes her elegant curves as a ground to reality... relishing in their jolting recoil in his grasp. 

Breathing heavily, she informs, “Well Mr. Flores, looks as if the front entrance has been flooded. If you give me just a moment, I will guide you in through the back door... My apologies for the roads causing such a rough ride, so to make it up to you, I will cruise this long “scenic route”... I hope that you don’t mind ... I will have to take the mouth to the southern end of your manicured gardens... For your safety, I may have to make sure your restraints are tight... We can’t have any injuries now, can we? The night is young...”

His growl and biting of her ear provides all of the consent she needs... “Damn, I am so glad that I reserved this Lyft !!!”

Alina is at home watching some of her favorite dance movies, one in particular putting devious thoughts in her mind for afternoon or evening play with Sam... seeing how she likes to put the spark back into his draining days.

She gets so wound up over her ideas, she sends him a quick video, hinting of her naughty plans for later. Stunned because she doesn’t receive the immediate response that normally follows, she calls him. 

Figuring she will have to take this mood to him, wherever that might be, she goes to her near abandoned red room, loading up on accessories and dressing even skimpier for the occasion. She fully intends to have her way tonight, figuring that his mood is such that she will have to truly put in extra efforts to sway him into sharing her growing appetite for intimacy.

It proves to be more of a task than she thought, allowing prior behavior to creep into her thoughts before she can exit. She has tried to let go completely of this phase of her life, but the heat of her memories is pulling her towards abandoning her original plans for her husband... the thrill she receives in this XXX Members Only Club is one that is almost incomparable. 

The only thing saving her ... Sam’s reply finally reaching her phone. “I was in the resistance pool. Goddam, I am loving this mood, but can it wait a bit love? I already took the pre-workout, so I need to get this in, then I am headed home to indulge your every desire. I called, but didn’t receive an answer. Call me back. I love you! You know that I always need you, thank you for my video... I can’t get home fast enough !!!”

Her frustration only grows, making it all the more tempting to give in to her growing need to partake of her usual play when Sam is away for business. She knows that if she gives in now, there will be no turning back. So she fights her every urge, grabbing her bag, determined that she is not waiting for him to come home. He wants a workout, she will give him just that!

She arrives on his motorcycle that he has given her explicit instructions to never get on. Showing up in her “you know what time it is” attire, may not be received in the way her mind expects. Sam is very adamant about her riding in the inappropriate riding gear. Always overprotective of her, never wanting anything to happen to her, fearing that he would lose himself as well, he sternly gives all of his reasoning for his decisions to not allow her on the bike.

Hearing the loud growl of his favorite bike, Sam immediately comes out to the gate, as she has pulled up the the area of the building nearest the gym. Also, security alerts are sent to his phone, so her surprise was short lived. Once he opened the alert, and saw her attire, he became heated... and definitely not in the way she was seeking. 

He comes out with a swiftness that arouses her. Her thoughts, maybe he’d take her right there on the bike ... out in the open. That would certainly make up for having just left a place that could cure her growing ache. But instead, she is met  with a very discomforting look from Sam. 

He immediately reaches for the handle, as she takes his cue to get off. No words are offered, but his facial expression said a thousand words. She knew that he would finally explode once he had put the bike securely away. This would definitely prove to be a long ride home. Her immediate thought, I should have stayed at the club.

She knows the mood has been totally ruined. Something else must be going on, because even this wouldn’t stop him from his indulgence. He’d ravage her first and scold her later. When he finally does speak, his only words are that he will be on the third level completing his workout, and that she should change because his appetite for what she had in mind had all but dissipated over her disobeying his rule... Do not get on his bike, this bike, without his express consent. He rudely takes her backpack and points for her to do as he has said.

Even with Sam’s behavior, her mood had not subsided. Although she did shower and change, her self indulgence only fueled her appetite for him more. She made her way to the third level, standing in silence as she watched his muscles flex under the pressure of the massive weights he was lifting.  

Her eyes followed every strand of sweat as it ran from his forehead, his chest, his ... abs... It was all inducing her predatory mood. The way his breath would catch as he lowered the weight against his frame, his thigh muscles contracting, his absolute focus drawing her in along with imagining herself atop of him on the bench. 

Before long, she has made her way over to him. She stands at the head of the bench, staring down into his eyes as she licks her lips. His eyes are locked with hers, but his repetition will not be broken. He never leaves a set incomplete, she’s aware of this, but it only excites her more. 

She proceeds to lift her tank above her head, her open front bra giving perky support. He continues to bench press. She begins to slowly shimmy from her jeans, his eyes still laser focused with hers... that is until she gasps... his head tilts up even more to see that her fingers are now circling her clit. Seeing this, she quickly turns... bending for him to witness her play. Sliding her pants to her thighs, she continues to tease her core for his viewing.

His pace quickens to complete his set, which she will pay for, because this has altered his routine... lessening the benefit he was going for. His data testing now obscured, he drops the weights in place, sitting up to give his undivided attention.

“Alina my love, are you ever going to behave? Good, because I love it when you’re my naughty girl…”

She continues on, removing her jeans completely and kicking them away. As she begins to remove her bra, he tells her not to... that he will do the honors. He loves to watch her breasts fall free once the clasp is undone. As he does, he pulls her closer, teasing her nipples until fully aroused. “Shall we take this inside? I could use a shower...” 

She shakes her head, no, telling him to lay back on the bench, after nipping gently at his ear, slowly dragging her teeth against his neck, coming around to kiss him... sucking his lip before giving it a slight tug between her teeth. She stares into his eyes, as she softly scolds him. “You made me change, such a pity. You have no idea what that outfit does to me.” His brow twitches before he asks if it was necessary, couldn’t she still get to behave the way she’d planned.

She pushes him down, not waiting for him to finish his question. “No sir, Mr. Dalton. You’ve offended the Mrs., therefore you will have to be punished. “ She begins to tease his nipples, licking along his chest, making her way down to his navel, biting with enough pressure to draw a hiss. He attempts to sit up, but she pushes him back down.

Unzipping his jeans, she teases his abdomen, his quiver satisfying her mood. “Umm, I see you’re wearing the open fly boxers I bought you. Very freeing, aren’t they? Let me free you right now.” She straddles him, sliding back to his knees, leaning to tease his growing member, grazing her teeth from his scrotum to tip just before reaching through  the slit to pull him free.

Licking the tip, allowing her tongue to circle the underside of the head playfully, knowing this takes hold of him every time, she finally takes him in her mouth... slowly descending to avoid choking. Giving time for the stretch to kick in, she teases his scrotum, causing him to arch up, driving himself deeper still. 

“Move, Alina. You know I can’t take it when you just hold it in your mouth like that. Teasing him further still, she glides her teeth against him still, inching painfully and slowly towards the tip. He sits up abruptly, pulling her to him for a kiss, begging her to just ride him.

She straddles him, but refuses to move, insisting that he doesn’t either. This will be his punishment for getting upset with her earlier. When he goes to explain his position, she hushes him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, which he begins to suck and tease, their kiss growing hungrier by the minute...

Unable to resist any longer, he lifts her, tucking her under him as he lays her against the bench, thrusting deeply into her, biting her nipples as he holds her hands above her head. “Is this your way of reprimanding me... for... for taking your bike?” His thrust now reaches a punishing thrust. His guttural moan tells her that she is correct. “Don’t you think you deserve it?,” he mumbles.

“So does that mean you’ll spank me, too?” I have an even better idea. He withdraws, which elicits a bout of pouting and whining from Alina. “Since you interrupted my data sampling, you’ll be my test subject to see if I have worked out all of the kinks in this robotic arm...” A sinister smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, causing her curiosity to peak.

He pulls her to her feet, tugging her to a leather reclining chair. “What are the rules when it comes to my bike, Alina?” “Don’t touch?” Pulling something out the desk, he agrees. “Correct, so you will be restrained. Maybe this will help you learn not to touch. Oh and by the way, I know you were touching yourself earlier... That’s my job, you’ll be punished for that as well.” 

She pouts, batting her look of innocence towards him, only for him to tell her to save it for another time, it won’t work today. Her legs separated and ankles bound together behind the leg of the recliner, with her wrists bound behind the back of it, connected to the ankle restraints. He brings over the robotic arm, fixed to a wheeled stand. He puts on the control glove, walking over to Alina.

Snatching her head back, he kisses her aggressively, then mouth pressed to her ear whispers, “What would I do if you were to ever leave me, Alina. That bike could have been the end of us. You didn’t even wear a helmet. I can’t ever lose you. Why do you insist on tormenting my heart this way?”

He kisses her again, this time, biting her lip drawing blood. “I want you to remember this lesson... Do. Not. Touch...” He lowers himself to her center, yanking her as far forward as the restraints will allow. He kisses her mound, then nips at her thighs, biting softly at first, but applying more pressure as he moves toward her center, teasing her opening with light flicks of his tongue.

He can tell by the clench in her abdomen that his torment is having the desired affect. He stands, lowering the robotic arm, motioning the glove, bringing its movements to life. He simulates teasing her clit with circular movements as the hand movements mimic this against Alina. She tries ever so hard to hide the pleasure that it is giving her. But Sam knows all of her erogenous zones. 

He pushes the arm forward, adjusting the angle a bit more, as his movement begins again. He walks around to his equipment, pressing record, “Can’t miss out on substantial data, now can I? You’d be surprised what this thing can do.”

 He half expected Alina to be angry and disgusted, but she was open to the torture, stating test away... taunting that he couldn’t bring a reaction from her. So torture her he did, until she came with such a force that it turned Sam on at the sight. Cutting away the restraints, to Sam’s surprise, she became the aggressor. 

Backing Sam against the desk, mounting him and aggressively bringing him to completion...biting at his neck and chest, piercing pain shooting through his nipples. “You should have told me you were into vampires, Sam. I have an outfit for that,” she teases. His only words, “What is my rule Alina?”

“Don’t. Touch. Your. Bike!” (Sam spanks her rear with each word.)

This lonely day for Lovers Lost has Sam reliving his memories of his life... the happiest of times... the worst of times... needing to find the answers to how his life changed so drastically. Everything surrounding him brings Alina to his mind with no escape.

He tries to reach out to her to see if she can provide the answers, but as per usual, her voicemail picks up on each call and texts are read, but no reply ever comes. He makes one last attempt before realizing that she is set on her path, and nothing he feels will influence her otherwise. He drains the last of the bourbon from the bottle, throwing yet another handful of sleeping pills in his mouth before  the last few drops follow. He lays on his California King, tears flowing, drifting deeper into his memories of their wedding day.

Alina is running along the sandy beach, her beautiful dark hair flowing in the wind, looking back over her shoulder to judge his closeness as he gives chase… the most angelic yet sinful smile spread upon her face… Her laughter rippling back to him, as if in real time, “If you catch me, you can have your way with me right here! … Haha Haha Haha… “ the echo of her voice lulling him into a pleasant snooze.

He reaches for her, touching her shoulder. She turns in a frantic state, yelling, “How could you, Sam???” The question reverberates in his mind, fading in the distance, sound transitioning into a blinding light hindering his view… then silence statically turning into horns blaring in a deafening tone in the mix of screeching brakes… him crying out for her…

Jolted awake, sweaty, panting, heart visibly beating in his chest, wanting to find an escape from all thoughts and dreams, he goes to his home office once finding it to be his place of solitude. As he enters, the sensors turning on the self adjusting lights as if assisting him to focus, he moves to the bar. After pouring the only comfort found in his penthouse that no longer feels like home, he stands in the expansive window, watching life move on as he remains stagnant … his only progression is the impending stupor that has come to fill his nights.

Unable to find solace, wanting to escape this cycle of falling apart, reaching out, rejection, self torment, only to begin again repeatedly, he leaves home with no destination, driving mindlessly through the city although he is in no shape to … but at this point, he’s forgotten how to care...

`````````Black Swan Lane ````````````

Dahlia’s plan for this dreaded Valentine’s Day was to drown out the world in the  XXX Members Only club.  She was really feeling out of sorts. Her heart was calling out for Sam, but her mind was only plotting out the next thing to crush him further with.

Her core throbbed with an ache that she wanted only him to soothe, but she knew that she wouldn’t be fully satisfied even then. She thought that if she started her evening here, by the time she happened upon him, she would have partially satisfied her lust craze.

She remembered the heat rush that flared throughout her on the last time she was here. She had seen her. This beautiful creature wearing a white swan costume... She sat in the viewing room, after having followed her discreetly the entire evening, watching her please another... her center pooling at the sensual way she caressed her lover... the way she held them... the way she… tasted them...

She would look for her on this night. This was the attention that she craved. Although Sam was a master at providing these feelings and more, she was becoming overly attached to him. She needed a disconnect, but someone to give her all of the things she was desiring of Sam at this moment.

The physical torment of needing to feel someone in this manner had always led Dahlia to decisions that would later leave her, contrasting, feeling worthless and desperately desired at the same time. It was an unexplainable addiction that took control of her, forcing her into actions that would leave her horribly conflicted every time.

There she was... but she had changed from the angelic and peaceful costume that identified her, into a more sinful blue black color that drew Dahlia’s curiosity immediately. Was she feeling sinful tonight? Would this be her opportunity to quench this fleshly curiosity that had plagued her for months now? She has to... whatever it calls for tonight... she just has to.

She gives the appearance of being in a completely drug induced euphoria, dancing so entrancingly to the concerto music wafting through the gardens. It seemed that this beautiful desired isolation before her escapade of total sexual indulgence began.

She could be found here before joining the others ... reliving the emotional craze to the room’s theme. Based upon the costume choice, she would be following the theme of Black Swan Lane.

This lane was for tormented lovers. It would start in an open auditorium with multiple characters from this dramatic play. You were welcome to act out scenes on stage, or simply satisfy your sexual hunger openly before the others of the room... reclining chairs or chaise lounges or benches at the ready... or even on the softly carpeted floor of velvet.

Dahlia stood in the shadows, watching her exquisite ballerina movements... her eyes slowly drinking every inch of her features. As she spun in the most fantastic pirouette, the wind slowly carried the scent of her Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel Eau de Parfum.

The familiarity of the fragrance brought an immediate recognition of who she was, peaking Dahlia’s curiosity to a whole new level. She was most definitely going to experience her tonight. She must, there is no way she would let this opportunity escape her.

As she leaves the stage, Dahlia follows her from a distance, a determination building within her beyond control. She enters the powder room, Dahlia entering a few moments after.

She could not get the image of the pained look on the black swan’s face during her exhilarating performance out of her head. She had completely captured Dahlia’s attention, somehow feeling that they were kindred souls.

Her dark hair falling forward covering her rouge cheeks, hid her from the view Dahlia was seeking.

She donned the Black Swan mask over her thick lashes... their length such that they seemed to offer a wave of hello with each bat of her eye.

The curves of her blue black ballerina styled dress were luring Dahlia in... her curiosity peaking in the worst way. The feathered tutu allowed a delicious view of her supple ass cheeks as she bent over to fix her strappy ballet shoe. The gentle bend and touch of her straps caused a fever to rise in Dahlia as she found herself deeply attracted to her.

Stretching too far, she begins to fall forward, nearly into the porcelain sink before her, but gains her balance against it letting out a curse. The lilt of her frustrated groan somehow causes the fever spreading through Dahlia’s core to ignite into a fire that was consuming her.

“She’s stunning... No wonder Sam is losing his senses over her.” Images of his drunken rants flood her thoughts.

She slowly approaches  her, circling to get a better view... her delicate frame that of a five foot seven gazelle. She lifted to her tiptoes verifying proper fit before straightening, teasingly improving her view from behind as Dahlia comes to her side.

She notices the gentleness of her facial tone... the deep beauty in her eyes as she focuses intently, mumbling over her asinine choice of shoe... “I should have worn the strapless ones... lo farò tutta la notte!”

Her Italian accent was melodic, as the song of a siren drawing Dahlia closer, “Uhmm, hi.. need any help, there?” She’d found her opening  to get her to face her... she needed to look directly into her eyes... to see the love that Sam clung to so desperately...

“Perdonatemi, ma ci siamo già incontrati?, ” the words falling softly from her lips as she comes to a full stand.

“No...”  She eyes her as if she will take her even without permission... “I watched your performance and it just ... drew me to you. There is a pain in you ... your movements and expressions... it made me...” Dahlia hesitates, but finds herself closing the distance between them.

“What? What did it... make you?”

The invitation made in the seductive way she began to stroke Dahlia’s cheek, enjoying the feel of her skin against her fingertips, dragging them to her chin as she moved in closer... never taking her eyes away from Dahlia’s lips as she licked them in desire.

“I just...want to,” Dahlia leans to her, their lips almost entwined, “Lose myself in you right now... To help... ease your pain, per say.”

She closes her soft lips around Dahlia’s in an intense open eyed kiss... Her tongue searching its way around and inside Dahlia’s open exhales as her hands find their way to her sensitive thighs... inching closer to the heated moisture telling of her heart’s desire.

“Let me get lost in you instead,” is the whisper that causes Dahlia’s flow to trickle forward in anticipation.

She slips an unknown pill into Dahlia’s mouth, just under her tongue, handing her one to place in hers... “Just to help take us both away...” she whispers, the pill dissolving quickly. She places the pill in hers, the effects already kicking in ... the room having an immediate butterfly effect... vision and hearing drifting in and out...

Dahlia’s head lolls back, the black swan claiming her neck and every exposed space. Stimulating jolts rush through her body, each deep breath intoxicating her even more, as she drifts away in euphoria.

She was claiming every emotion that Dahlia needed expelled from her... She craved this from Sam, but she didn’t even know if he’d reach out or if bourbon was his lover for this dreaded Lover’s holiday...

Her tongue swirled and flicked her flooding center, part due to thinking of Sam touching her this way, the other was all being summoned by this passionately desperate woman...

London was her stage name, but to keep things in context, she would go by the Black Swan... Dahlia’s was the Raven... keeping in with tonight’s theme.

Before the taste of her juices could barely soak her tongue, she pulled her up, pressing into her, kissing with a passion unimaginable as she imagined how Sam would take her in this moment...

Her fingers toyed excitedly with her g-string panty, until they felt her wetness trickle over them as she inserted three fingers deep within in, her thrusting erratically... periodically turning her face back to her ... not allowing her to escape one second of the pleasure she had been imagining through her entire performance.

She was losing herself at Dahlia’s touch, but confused at the intensity of it all, she finally escaped her hold... breathing the spasmodic words, “I’m married... I ... I can’t feel this... You.... I... I have to go...”

She stood against the wall, totally conflicted, irresolute of her desire for this stranger donning a raven costume. The electrical stimulation that coursed through her in the kiss they just shared, has her suddenly wondering how she’d reacted so drastically to Sam’s infidelity.

She was divorcing the man who had captured her being in totality... How could she be so hypocritical? She turns to run away at first, but turns back to the raven, rushing to her ... taking her against the wall without hesitation, unable to resist what she feels from her touch.

The Raven asks the Black Swan if there is somewhere they can be together, the powder room not being the optimal place for this behavior.

Speechless, she led her further down Black Swan Lane, entering into the Red Rooms. Dahlia has never been this far into the club before.

As they walked down the hallway lit only by the red lighting, Dahlia thought of Sam. She wondered if he enjoyed the sashay of her walk, the sultry stroking of her hair. She imagined his arousal, his kisses along her body, starting to get a feel of why he was so drawn to her.

They entered the room, the Black Swan teasingly looking over her shoulder asking, “Is this what you had in mind?” Her strong accent proving even more enticing in this atmosphere. “Yes... why don’t you sit in the chair while I explore the room a bit... to see what sweet torture you will endure next...”

The Black Swan looks at the Raven, admiring her frame in the soft lighting. “Oh!, what do we have here, are these for use? Or are they a display of catalogued items for sale here?”

“Each room has them, for this level of membership... Don’t worry amante, they’re all new. I restock my room after each visit. Usually those leave with you as a memento of the experience. Allora qual è il tuo piacere? So what's your pleasure?”

She examines the walls’ contents, opting for the vibrating extended strap-on dildo. She looks towards the Black Swan with seductive turn of her chin, “You’ve been a slutty girl tonight... I really think you deserve to be fucked... Sooooo...” She walks over to her, taking her hand slowly, leading her to the chaise.

“Straddle it, bending towards the back for support... Hold on tight! You’ll need it, because I am going to fuck the naughty out of you.” She takes her instructed position as the Raven prepares to deliver the punishment promised.

With the vibration now sending a rush through her own core, she takes the flavored lubricant from the wall, dripping it along in a manner that sends visions of Sam through her mind. Her desire is to act out what he would do to her in this moment. Craving him now more than ever, she just can’t help but wonder what he would feel watching her take his precious swan before his eyes.

Coming up behind her, she teases the length of the strap on against her opening, while dragging her nails along her thigh... up her ass... moving her hand around to separate her lips as she slowly drives the cock into her... her own center ghostly experiencing the feel of Sam entering her... her mind giving the vision of him entering the Black Swan... a dual eroticism that causes her to drive the cock relentlessly into the Black Swan as she silently moaned, taking the force with a devilish grin... reaching back to attempt contact with any piece of skin. Her thrusts become erratic as she finds her release, but she doesn’t allow the Black Swan to claim hers, pulling free of her core in a teasingly slow stroke.

Repositioning, Dahlia lay on the chaise and pulled the Black Swan backwards until she was over her face. She flicks her opening teasingly, until her quivers tell her to go further. Jutting her tongue into her space rotating between hummingbird speed to slow circulating movements, she claims her release sucking noisily in show of her triumph.

Tears begin to stream from underneath the mask as the Black Swan tries to regain normal breathing. Her mind tormented over giving in to this connection that she was afraid to acknowledge. She has only connected to one other in this way... and she had made the choice to walk away.

Seeing her struggle, the Raven rises to take her hand in an attempt to hold her. But legs failing her, she falls to the floor taking the Raven with her. They lie together on the velvet floor, the Raven gently kissing her between breaths, stroking her hair softly.The Black Swan responds as if she has found her lifeline, holding her tightly until she finally reaches her calm.

Having watched on as she pleasured another, his arousal reached a peak that would no longer allow him to remain just a spectator... maybe this stranger could help him feel again... No love, no pressure, no connection... just release...

As one partner exited, he watches her lay upon the velvet flooring, gently stroking the places that once was lined with the supple lips of another... the stimulating trail cascading throughout her delicate skin... reveling in the passionate arousal that still remained.. wondering what the next would make her feel...

She never heard his approach, just the words whispered, “Take me away from reality, and let me return the favor...” as he straddled her frame...allowing his girth to glide gently against her mound as if questioning her readiness for him.

The gentle purr of her response, gave its sign of agreement. “What should I call you?” She gasped, as his large hands cupped both of her breasts, stroking ever so gently until reaching their peak. He whispers, “Dark Phoenix” just before the pleasant flicker of his tongue was felt along her nipples as he brings them close to her chest’s center... the moistened heat from his breath as he teased the dark circle surrounding each one before slowly closing his lips around it, lightly biting to its tips.

Her audible breaths summon every endorphin within him, followed by her soft moans, her nails dragging along the lengths of his muscular arms, seeing every flex at the sensitivity of her touch in her mind.

He takes her hair into his hands, pulling with enough force to expose her neck in a taut stretch for his pleasure. He runs his nose along her neck’s side, taking in her fragrance, coming to her earlobe as he takes it within his mouth. The suction driving her to arc into his frame... just the lightest touch says she is ready to take control.

Nudging him with her frame, he takes his cue, rolling over taking her with him, their bodies now flush with Sam at her mercy. She kisses him as if he is the most significant being in her world, drawing back, causing him to chase her kiss. He grips her head kissing her with the most exhilarating tongue movement she could desire, imagining how this would feel at her center, returning the fervor of his kiss.

Now in the lounge chair that Sam once occupied, the Black Swan self pleasures as she watches on intensely, drawing her own quick breaths with each stroke of her center, feeling the touch of the Dark Phoenix in her own imagination.

Turning to face his massive erection in an exaggerated display of her rear and underside for his viewing, she bends for his touch as she takes him completely into her mouth... his hands in a tight grip of her ass while his thumbs provide a circular tease to her opening.

She pulls slowly up his shaft in a suctioned grip, causing Sam’s beautiful tone  to show in his abs as he comes up to take her thighs over his shoulder, lifting her center for his taste. Each now giving stroke for stroke in response to the other’s throbbing, they begin to reach the euphoric state that will bring forth the rewards of their efforts.

The Black Swan was now stroking through her orgasm with a rapid pace, as she watched him devour the Raven’s juices flowing forward... her convulsive backward thrust against his face giving sign of her release... her inability to continue as she climaxes cause her to hold a firm suction of his tip with the occasional release to scream out, “Yes, Dark Phoenix... Yes!!!”

As she crests in her orgasm, she works him to bring his flow rushing forward so forcefully that she can feel the rush in her nasal cavity, providing a momentary exhale of his flow into her nasal passage.

She releases him to control the burning pain of this rush, he lowers her and swiftly takes hold of her hips, and in a magician’s move, now is straddling her, losing control of this lustful desire to feel her from within.

He thrusts deep within her, long stroking in a fluent wavelike motion that draws her orgasms in succession. Her coos drive him to his final release, dragging her along with him under the covering of his costume’s cape.

Involuntarily, their bodies move together at each reminder of the unexpected fulfillment of each other’s need... each pulsing twitch of his girth causing her slow grind, as if having to command every ounce of elation from each other.

Feeling even more conflicted than before, turned on even further by this silhouetted display, the black swan returns to the powder room and applies a full black face... her mood now darker than at first arrival... Her night of pleasure... about to elevate to a higher level than she’s ever reached for before...

Dahlia stands alone the top row of the auditorium, watching the Black Swan find her way to the stage. When she finally appears, she takes a refreshing breath, gently tilting her head as a gesture of availability. Upon looking through the crowd for her next partner, she sees the Raven eyeing her and gives a subtle salute of goodbye.

Reciprocating the gesture with a slow nod, Dahlia turns to take her leave. To her surprise, she sees the Dark Phoenix taking his exit as well. She approaches with a tilted chin to avoid him directly looking her in the face, as she strides through the open door gently sliding her hand across his chest as a thanks for his courtesy.

She slowly makes her way through the dark garden, hearing his footsteps close behind. She has a slight curiosity as to who this man could be, a brief familiarity coming to mind as their intimacy replays in her thoughts as she reaches the exit to the parking area. She bares right as he bears left, hitting the remote start to his vehicle. The unique chirp catches her attention, causing her to turn in time to see this mysterious Dark Phoenix enter his Sypder, just as he removes his mask.

“Sam!” ...She can’t believe her eyes...

But she has her confirmation as the sleek Coupe passes her, the tags reading “Mr. P. SZ.”

Dahlia wished a Happy Valentine’s Day to Lovers Happy and Torn... and those seeking Love! Her delivery is late... she will definitely never take drugs from a stranger again... that was all she’d promise me, unfortunately...

It was a hard fight to win after she called me on my own drinking... I just had to be quiet, lol...