What she longed for was to meet a man who could handle and deal with her control issues, someone who wouldn’t back down from a challenge. Her girlfriend Tasha had told her of such a man, a very different man she’d met who fulfilled desires and fantasies for her to such extremes that she would never be the same. He opened doors to her soul.
This man seemed like a myth to Maggie because she hadn’t met anyone like that.
At least not yet.
As usual, Maggie was still working after eight in the evening. She finally closed her laptop and headed out the door. Her nights ended around eleven after she arrived home, changed into pajama pants and a T-shirt then nibbled on sushi or a fast food salad she picked up. Pathetic, but it was the life she chose, and honestly, the money was great.
She stepped through her townhouse door and carried in the armload of basic necessities she’d bought at the market right next to the fast-food place that made the best salads. As she walked inside, her foot kicked an envelope on the floor.
After setting her bags down, she picked up the envelope and read the front. All it said was Maggie. She had a slot in her door, but most of her mail went into the free-standing mailbox just outside the entrance to the townhouses.
She shrugged, grabbed a cold wine cooler from the fridge and plopped down on the couch. Her high heels were killing her feet so she kicked them off and rubbed her soles on the carpet. Maggie shook the brown envelope, feeling something heavy in it. After taking a long drink from her wine cooler and setting it on the table, she ripped the top of the envelope open, turning it over. A golden medallion fell into her hand, along with a small piece of paper.
The medallion felt warm. She held it between her fingers and read the piece of loose paper.
Maggie,
You need this.
You’re always telling me you feel lost. That life is passing you by. If you really feel the need to be taken as never before or just can’t scratch that inner itch, let your mind wander and he will be there for you.
Tasha
Maggie set the note down beside her and stared at the piece of gold she was holding. It wasn’t fancy or exquisitely carved and shimmering as if it were finely polished. But something about it was intriguing. All the while she held it in her hand, warmth crept between her legs from within. Not from anything else but inner heat finding its way to her.
Her mind wandered and she began to think about what Tasha had written. She was a normal woman with normal needs. Her hand crept up her legs and along the hem on her skirt. She just didn’t want all the hassles that came with it. She didn’t want marriage, kids and a house payment. Financially she was set, but mentally she was a mess.
She began to slowly stroke the metal with her fingertips. Each time her finger touched the outer rim of the medallion she swore the lips of her pussy were being massaged with a tongue. With a groan she felt her inner walls tense.
“Holy fuck.” She moaned as she kept circling the outer rim of the golden piece with her finger.
Swallowing, Maggie became very aroused to the point of wanting ice to cool her need. She wanted to fuck—now. She licked her lips and sat upright on the couch, taking the medallion in both hands and rubbing very deliberately on both sides. Her face wrinkled as she strained to not buckle from the pressure felt against her pussy. Her legs spread apart, and when she closed her eyes, she envisioned a man pulling her legs wide, burying his face in her soaked and swollen flesh.
Knock, knock.
The sound shook Maggie from her stupor. What the fuck? Why now? She set the medallion on the table and went to the door. She looked through the small peephole but couldn’t see anything.
Stupid kids, she thought as she sighed.
“You called?”
Maggie almost pissed her panties as she spun on her heel to see over six feet of tall, dark and muscular man before her. “Who are…? How did you get…?”
With a thud the man put his hands to either side of Maggie’s body against the door behind her, imprisoning her. Her hand reached for the doorknob in case she needed to run. Her mind was trying to be rational, her pussy was trying to not cream from want.
“You know who I am. If you want me to leave, I will, but you don’t want that. Do you, Maggie?”
“How do you know my name?” His massive body leaned forward, pressing her against the door. There was something poking along her pubic bone when his groin rested against her. “You’re the man Tasha was talking about, aren’t you?”
Maggie wasn’t the type to be intimidated. She would take control of the situation. She tried to squirm free but he just kept pressing her against the door.
“I know a lot about you. More than you think.” His deep voice echoed in her head.
Looking up, she stared into his eyes. They were black as night with a hint of red. She felt weak but unafraid. He grabbed her waist and leaned against her then kissed her, letting his lips touch hers.
He pulled back and raised his large hands up her body to cup Maggie’s breasts in his palms. With a growl he smiled and squeezed them. “Damn, you have nice tits,” he said with a smile then leaned in, kissing her again.
His lips were firm and he let his tongue venture into her mouth to tangle with hers in a wicked dance. She moaned. As he pulled his mouth away, she bit at his lip. She was in full tilt “I need to get really fucked long and hard by this man” sexual mode.