Shades of Shame (Semper Fi) by Laura Cooper, Christopher Cooper Page B

Patricia, is this jealousy raising its ugly head?”
    “I’m not fuckin’ kidding you, asshole.  You stay the fuck away from her.”
    David reached up and grabbed her waist, pulling her close to him.  He squeezed her ass and said, “Honey, you have nothing to worry about.  How about having dinner with me tonight?”
    “I told you no, and I meant it.  Your stupid flirts may work on twenty year olds, but I’ve been around the block enough to know that your pecker is worn the fuck out.  I prefer my rubber to that poisoned thing, besides this isn’t about anything other than Leila.  I don’t care who you screw as long as it’s not her!”
    “Dinner?” David said issuing his best ‘forgive me’ smile.
    “We’ll see.  Probably be working late anyway.”
    “That’s my girl,” David said.
    “Just shut up, asshole,” she replied, a smirk now invading that stone facade she kept on her face around the office.
    David shook his head and looked at his watch.  “Last chance, Patricia.  Bring that beautiful body over to me.”
    “Unbelievable,” she said.  “You have no shame, do you?”
    “Everybody has some shame, my Dear.  Everybody.”
     
    David was already waiting in the Hill condo when he heard her tap lightly against the heavy wooden door.  He’d decorated this property himself and was proud of the sleek lines and manliness it exuded.  Leila stepped inside silently as he pulled the door open and closed it tight behind her, carefully locking the deadbolt.
    “Very good!” Leila smiled, “Now if you’ll just give me a moment alone upstairs I’d like to get freshened up.”
    “Sure,” he pointed to the modern free floating wooden steps.  After twenty minutes she called to him to join her upstairs.
    An unusual knot seemed to be stuck in his throat as he began to climb the stairs.  Some level of anticipation that he’d not felt in many years.  He reached the top of the stairs in almost total darkness.  Just a small, faint light illuminated the hallway.  The sweet smell of burning candles emanated from his room where the door was cracked slightly opened.  He peered inside, but unable to make out anything more than her faint figure in the darkness.  He moved slowly, cautiously as he opened her door.  “I can’t see you,” he said.
    “You don’t need to,” she responded, her warm voice putting him at ease.  He felt her move beside him, her hands pressed against his stomach.  “It’s your turn, big boy,” she said.
    “I, uh…”
    “Shhh.  No talking.  Not yet.”  He felt her cold finger press against his lips.  “Just relax.”
    With that she placed a sleeping mask over his eyes, shutting out all light from his senses.  For the first time he felt the thrill of not being able to visualize what was happening.
    “I told you that my type man…” she began saying as her hands ran down his sides and cupped his ass, “was one who would take what he wanted.  But you didn’t let me finish.”  He felt her arms wrap around his waist, undoing his belt with deft precision and lightning quick speed as his trousers were opened and shoved to the floor.  Her hands slid up his legs and down his arms, pulling them behind his back.  Before he could protest, he felt the cold steel and heard a definitive click as his wrists were now locked behind him.  “I also need a man who can take it!  A man that knows his place, and you, sir, need to be put in yours.”
    “Cuff’s?” he mumbled.
    “Do you realize that you were looking up my skirt with my mother in the room?  Do you not think such a dangerous action should be punished?”
    A sharp pain associated with someone pushing his hands straight down, causing him to nearly drop to his knees.  She drug him across the room, turned him around and pushed him down on the edge of the bed.  She reached down and grabbed his cock.  “Nice.  Been looking forward to fucking me?”
    “Of course,” David said.
    “You will address me