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  Fatal Attraction vol. 2

  P.A. Jones

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 1

  Zoe

  "It's M, and don't pretend like you could forget me." His sharp voice struck me from the other side of the phone, taking me by surprise. Fuck, I'd lost hope that he would call me again. And why would he? It was a one night stand, but damn it was good.

  I had been longing for his call for more than a week. But now as his number appeared, I was stuck looking at the cell phone like I had just seen a ghost.

  "Are you awestruck?" His voice interrupted my thoughts.

  "Yes, I'm here." My heartbeat was so loud that anyone standing near me could hear it. Is this real? I had an urge to pinch myself. But why would he call me if it was just a one night stand for him. Was it a one night stand for me? No, it wasn't. It had been at first, but as the night progressed it turned into something else. With him, I found a rage and passion in myself I had never found with my ex.

  Mr. M brought something unique out of me, and I really didn't want to lose it. So I waited for his call day after day until the hope spread thinner.

  "I want to meet you. Same hotel, same suite, tonight," he said in his magnetic voice. A strange feeling grabbed me that I had never heard his voice before. But how could it be possible? I had been missing him so badly that I forgot the sound of his voice. Damn, that must be it. But I could still feel what it felt like to be with him. The way he pinned me to the wall.

  That Night

  I hit the bed next to him, exhausted. The sex we had ripped every ounce of energy from my body. I never thought I would do that with him. But the moment I saw his awesome cock, I knew I was going to try it on him. Men generally don’t like someone else taking control of the situation, but he was open for everything. And I liked that about the stranger.

  My eyes searched his face, b he was still wearing his black mask.

  "Take off your mask, you have seen me already. Now it's my turn." I demanded. I had just dominated him; surely he would do whatever I said.

  "And why would I do that?" he smirked. I could sense his dirty smile behind that mask.

  "Come on, now you are going to try and act like a man after I just rode you like a horse?" Now a smirk appeared on my face. “Take that mask off, you pussy." I pushed him.

  He chuckled and continued. "Do you really think like that, sugar? That I would do whatever you want? I must say, you just don't know the game yet. I was merely enjoying your innocence." He lifted his face to see me, his finger caressing my cheek.

  "You men just can’t accept that a woman can dominate you in bed." I giggled.

  "Stop talking like that." I could sense a little anger in his voice.

  “Why don’t you make me? I doubt that your cock even can stand after I sucked all the energy out of it. And even if it could, it wouldn’t be close to going on my wall of fame. I teased him again. But frankly speaking, I was exhausted, and I wanted to get inside the sheets and tuck myself away.

  He flipped on me into a push-up position. His mask was so close. I raised my hand to touch the part of the cheek which was visible below the mask. It was smooth, honey smooth. His lips were thick and manly. I wanted to kiss them, so I raised my head up. But he backed away.

  "You can only get a kiss if you beg for it." He replied in a husky voice.

  "Come on, M. You just agreed that you are a pussy, after all." My eyes were slowly closing; I thought I was done for the night.

  "You will find out in time."

  "When, tomorrow? When your cock can get some energy to stand up a little?" Why am I provoking him? I shouldn't have pushed him so hard, I actually enjoyed fucking him and I was looking forward to one more round when I woke up in a few hours.

  He slipped his hand behind my back and pulled me up. He was in the plank on one hand and balancing me in the mid-air with his other hand. With an urge I slipped my hand down, around his cock. And to my surprise it was thick and erect, maybe even more so than the last time I had ridden over it. God, it made me wet between my thighs. I couldn't believe myself; I just had sex with him and was ready to get to sleep. And now, automatically, I was getting ready for another fuck.

  "I can't ride you again. You have to work your way this time, pussy." I teased him again. I wanted him to be the man now.

  He jumped out of the bed and looked at me for a moment, like he was thinking something, maybe a way to fuck me. Was he? He smiled at me and pulled my legs to the edge of the bed. I didn't really care how he was going to fuck me. My thighs were already sprinkling for him. My inside was craving his cock. Its thickness was calling me from inside, and the only thing I wanted was that moment when his manhood was inside me.

  "I doubt you’ll ever call me pussy again after I'm done with you." His voice was full of mystery. What was he going to do? He lifted me up by placing his hands on my waist. I was like a pillow for him. When he lifted me, his biceps popped out. I licked my lips. I wished I could lick his biceps and then go down to lick his huge manhood.

  "Where are you taking me?" My mind raced to think about all the various places he could fuck me. The bathroom? Or shower? I wondered if he could fuck me in the bathtub. That would be relaxing, in the hot water.

  "Come on, babe, wrap your legs around me," he demanded.

  "What?" Was he going to fuck me standing up? I had never tried that before. Hell, my ex was so dull that he never fucked me anywhere button the bed. Though, I had always imagined many places where he could have fucked me. Now I had my mystery man to take care of that.

  "Do as I say no questions." He raised his voice. His voice was commanding, like he had talked to many people and convinced them to do something.

  I instinctively did what he asked. I sat on his manhood after wrapping my legs around his waist. Damn, it felt good. His cock filled me like it was made to complete me. I moved my hips to get a good grip on him.

  “Stay like that. If you move, I won’t fuck you.”His words were sharp and I froze in position. I was afraid that if I didn’t obey, he would do exactly what he had just said.

  He walked while holding me in his hands. I closed my eyes, as his cock moved inside me, rocking my world. A moment later my back touched something hard and cold. It was the wall.

  "What are you doing?"

  He loosed his hands from my back, now I was pinched in between his rock hard body and a cold wall. His hands moved up, touching my breasts. He grabbed my arms and pinned them against the wall. I was completely at his mercy now. And his cock was intriguing me with every small move he made around me.

  My breath choked inside my throat as he slowly moved his hips. "Fuck. You fucking bastard." The words flew out of my mouth like water from a burst da
m.

  His every stroke was reaching through the length of me. It was a crazy mixture of the wall behind my back, his hands pinned on my arms and his cock reaching deeper and deeper. It was a tantalizing feeling. It was awesomely painful. With every stroke, his speed was increasing, and soon, I was at the point where I couldn’t take anymore.

  "Please, slow down.” I cried in pain. He was wrecking me. The pain was spreading across my body like nothing I had ever felt before.

  Then he slowed down a bit, but he was still pushing deep inside me. It was different kind of feeling now. Something I had wanted for so long. It was more than completion. It was like I was made for this. My whole being was meant for him to fuck. We were like one body and my vagina was made for his cock only.

  His hips were in motion now. I could see the sweat forming around his forehead. He was working hard to please me and show me that he was a man. I got it, he was the dominator now.

  "Can I kiss you...now..." I wanted to kiss those plump luscious lips and suck them hard.

  He didn't reply he just pushed deeper. I couldn't hold it anymore. The friction was killing me, my inside was begging for the release.

  He never slowed as he bent his head, finally blessing me with his kiss. His aura absorbed me. It was a brief interlude of deepened human intimacy: a vivid contrast to his feral conquest. When he was done with his kiss, I was on the verge of release. I wanted to shout and to cry; and to release myself. But what I did instead was take a snap at his neck. I couldn't control the animal in me; biting deep. If not release, I needed to escape.

  "Fuck you, Zoe." He cried and relinquished himself inside me.

  Current Time

  "Hey, Zoe, what are you doing?" Daniel's voice pulled me out of my lustful thoughts.

  "Sorry," I touched my neck with my palm. It was embarrassing. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked, ashamed. An office wasn’t the place to think of M.“Oh, y’know—long enough to read your mind.” He smiled, cheekily.

  "What do you know?" I was taken aback by his question. Was I outwardly expressing my raunchy, inner fantasies? Surely, my reveries wasn’t plastered across my face.

  He pulled two tickets out of his jacket.

  “These will get us into a show tonight.” He spread them in his hand, “And this gives us access to a fine meal at a little place, oh, I’m sure you’ve heard of it…” He dissolved the tickets behind one hand, and fumbled an awkward wad of coupons to a chain restaurant out from the other.

  "But Daniel...."

  “Sorry, but you can’t decline. It would be an insult to my skills as a magician.” He was a goofy fuck, but, whatever; he was sexy and I was low on standards. I was stuck between those two, Daniel and Mr. M. In a different time, I would have dreamed of going out with Daniel. He was my boss; stupid yet sexy, in my control but still under his authority. That stranger though. My interest was consumed by him at the moment. And I was already missing that; the thrill of being under his command. My longing from within my thighs grew stronger every moment. Being away from him meant I was out of his control. God damn, how can I keep it together until this evening? I can't go out with Daniel. I need to go out and meet the stranger. I need to know who he really is.

  "Daniel…" I looked in his eyes. His eyes were so confident that I would say yes. How couldn’t they be? Who would say no to such a lovely offer?

  "Yes, Zoe. Do you want to get ready before I pick you up for the movie?" he asked.

  "I'm sorry, but I have to go somewhere with my roommate. She asked me almost a month back, and I can't bail on her with such a short notice." It had to be Olivia.

  "Really? Is there any way you can postpone that? I mean, if possible." His face turned darker.

  I hated myself for turning him down. But my sexual thoughts were already playing out with Mr. M and betraying them was not an option for me anymore. I wouldn't be able to enjoy a single thing other than sex with Mr. M tonight.

  "I'm so sorry, Daniel. Maybe some other day." I made a sorry face. There was nothing I could do other than that.

  "It's okay, carry on. We will go for a movie some other day." His face was down and I hated myself for making him sad.

  Chapter 2

  Zoe

  "So here I am, again." I looked at the grand hotel standing in front of me. I'd been here once for lunch with my mom and dad. But never lived in one of those suites. I could have afforded it, with my dad's credit card, but I had cut it in half when I stepped out of my Dad's home.

  I took a deep breath and walked in. The lift to the special suites was placed at very left private area, so I didn't have to go through the reception.

  "Fuck." The lift had a mirror. I couldn't recognize my own reflection. I was exhausted with little to no makeup remaining on my face. Especially my lipstick. Goddamn, he wouldn't even recognize me like this. I needed to freshen up before he same. But if he was in the suite already, which he should be as he rented it, how would I get a chance to reach the rest room without him noticing?

  Fuck, fuck, what should I do now? Run back and reschedule this? I have his number now. No, I couldn't do that. The way his voice called me, it was already driving me crazy. How could I just run back from here, when the awesomeness was waiting for me in that suite? I had to do whatever I could. Looking in the mirror, I applied fresh red lipstick and smoothed my face with a cream. Damn office work was really taking its toll on me. I adjusted my breasts to look neat, but when I touched them over the thin fabric of my dress, the only thing I could think of was his teeth biting them lightly. I was at least looking presentable and not a zombie from a corporate office. When I reached the suite, my chest was rising up and down fast. It was a defining moment. I was going to see the man's face and that would change my world. I was going to meet him and know him today. And that meant I would be committing to some sort of relationship. I really don't know where I want to take this. What would he look like? With his mask on, he definitely looked like an actor. He must be dashing without the mask. That beard and his hair gave a hint of it. I pressed the bell.

  "Come in." His intriguing voice called me inside.

  I pushed the unlocked door, stepped in and walked straight to the bedroom. I knew where I would find him. Indeed he was sitting there, his head relaxed on the fluffy cushions. I recognized his smile.

  "Why are you wearing the mask?" It was really disappointing. It wasn't necessary at all. It was okay for that night, when we didn't know each other, but not now. I needed to see him, know him, find the man behind that mask.

  His eyes traversed over my body. The mask was hiding his identity, but those eyes. No the mask couldn't hide those eyes. And they looked so familiar, like I saw them every day. Could it be possible that I knew him? "Mr. M, do I know you?" I asked.

  "The mask is … necessary." His sound was firm.

  "Then we can't work this out, Mr. M." I couldn't continue this without seeing his face and knowing him. He had seen mine, and he knew who am was. At least he knew my name. How could he remain unknown tome? I turned to walk away. My body was crying more than my heart because I wanted to feel his naked skin against mine. . I wanted him to touch me everywhere and do the things I imagined every night.

  A strong hand grabbed my wrist before I could open the door and pulled me back. "You can't go like this, Zoe, not leaving my dick unattended." His words were magical. Goddamn, it put a fire in my belly.

  "This can't work." I resisted. My body was craving for him, but my brain was in charge.

  "Then make it work. I just can't let you walk away like this." He pulled me toward him and pushed me against the wall, putting a hand on either side of me to form a cage.

  "Are you going force me?” I wasn't afraid of him. If I wanted I could easily kick his balls and run away from there. I'd learned some Karate in my school days.

  "No, I wouldn't do that. But I'm going to tell you the things I plan to do with you tonight." He bent his head and smelled my hair. His cheek and smooth beard touched my face
in the process. Goddamn, his touch, it lit more than a fire inside me. I was already feeling wet by his close proximity. Why the fuck do you have to be so sexy, Mr. M?

  "What are you planning?" I whispered as he kissed my neck. He was working his magic on me and all my resistance was sleeping away from my body.

  "First, I'm going to tear these clothes from your body and release those taut breasts out in the air."

  "Then?" I closed my eyes. I could imagine his hand over my tits.

  "Then I'm going to prick your nipples with my teeth until you scream in pleasure."

  My nipples were already pushed hard against my bra. His words were so passionate. "Then?" My breath became irregular.

  "Then I make a circle around them with my tongue. Do you remember how it felt when I bite your nipple that night?"

  "Yes." My voice was getting filled with emotions now. I could see his tongue around my nipples, biting it lightly.

  "And then I will go down there, separating your red rose lips and tasting you until you beg me to fuck you hard." His tongue was already playing with my ear buds now. "Do you know how you taste down there?"

  "No." The words were coming out with difficulty now. I was getting breathless by his touch.

  "Like a dark milk chocolate with taste of the most exotic wine. And I love dark chocolates insanely. I could taste you all-night."

  My breath choked inside my heart by the thought of having him do that for the whole night.

  It was damn over the top now. I wanted him right that moment. I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him away. "Are you just going to be pussy? Or do you want to take this over the bed?" I could feel my own lust dripping out of my eyes.

  Chapter 3

  Zoe

  "I'm going to fuck you until you drop on your knees, and then I'm going to fuck you some more." His words were welcome addition to my already aroused senses. Yes I want that, Mr. M.