Chapter 6

When Eric left briefly to use the bathroom, Fawn squirmed against her sister-in-law, loving the feel of their warm naked bodies sliding together. Now it will be my turn, she thought. Now they'll fuck me, and I can come like that.

"You loved it, didn't you," she whispered to Danika.

Danika nodded slowly, her full lips curving in a half-smile as she recalled the intense pleasure. "I've never been fucked like that," she whispered back.

"I haven't either," Fawn admitted.

She could almost still see Eric's huge rigid cock drilling mercilessly into Danika's ass. And the wild look that had passed over Danika's face each time it penetrated her. She herself had never been fucked in the ass. She had always been terrified of it.

The pain. The horrible submission it required. The total violation. Even now the thought of it made her guts clench, and her asshole pinch tightly shut in fear. But she could also feel a fluttering in the pit of her stomach, and a spurt of fire in her cunt as she contemplated it.

"How did it feel?" she asked Danika.

"It hurt at first," Danika said softly. "Then it was terrific."

Fawn kissed her and squirmed against her more heatedly. "But you have to admit a woman could never make you feel like that," she said.

She squirmed and wriggled against Danika, wanting her to know that she herself was still aroused, unsatisfied. She drew Danika's hand down her smooth belly to her moist thatch.

"I want you to fuck me, baby," she whispered hotly into Danika's ear. "I want both of you to fuck me. I'm dying, I'm burning up."

But Danika responded listlessly. Her hand was limp, and her tongue restrained at Fawn flicked at it with her own. "Fawn," she said softly, "I want to be alone with him."

Fawn froze. She could feel it coming.

"You understand, don't you?" Danika continued.

"I... suppose I do."

"I know it's not fair," Danika said. "But I can't help wanting it. You wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you?"

Fawn shook her head, biting back tears she hated herself for. It was what she had wanted, after all. For them to get back together. The fact that she was still seething with fuck-need had nothing to do with it.

Pride made her get up from the bed before Eric returned, and head for the bedroom door. I've got to get out of here, she thought, almost desperate in her haste. This is crazy, insane. I've got to get out of here, quick.

"Fawn... ?" Danika's voice followed her down the hall.

She dressed with lightning speed and was going out the front door just as her brother appeared, having figured out where she was. She could hardly tear her eyes from his naked body, especially the long swinging hunk of his cock, which she wanted so much to feel inside of her.

"Fawn, where are you going?" Eric asked.

But before he could say anything else, she was out the door and fled down the path to the street. Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a passing cab. Her thoughts were in a turmoil as she sat in the back seat of the cab, wondering what to do next.

I've got to get control of myself, she thought. She caught the cab driver glancing at her in the rearview mirror. He stared at her brazenly, eating her with his eyes, promising to deliver anything she might request.

He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders and shaggy black hair. His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist. Fawn knew that there must be something about her he could smell, some sex odor she had absorbed from her experience with Eric and Danika.

The way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. His dark bold eyes riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid he might have a wreck. During the moments when he took his eyes away from hers to watch the traffic, she tried deliberately not to glance up at his name and picture on the cab license that was attached to the sunvisor.

She didn't want to know his name. She also wanted him to make the first advance. Finally the cab pulled up in front of her building, and he shut off the motor. They still had not spoken a word to one another. Fawn stared at him in the mirror, making no effort to get out. He turned his head and glared at her over his shoulder.

"Isn't this it?" he said, staring suggestively first at her mouth, then down at her loose tits that rose and fell in excitement under her thin blouse.

She had dressed in such a hurry that she had merely stuffed her bra into her handbag. When she said nothing, but simply stared at him, her eyes saying, You can fuck me, you can fuck me, please, he repeated his words.

"Isn't this it?"

"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered, angry with him for forcing her to begin it.

His cruel sarcastic mouth that gave her delicious shivers twisted into a grin. His eyes drifted again down to the visible bumps her nipples made in the fabric of her blouse.

"That depends on where you want to go," he said, staring boldly at her tits.

"I want to go crazy," Fawn whispered. She shifted her shoulders slightly so that the out-thrusting tit-globes swayed beneath the cloth.

"What kind of crazy do you want to go?"

"I'll bet you can figure that out."

His eyes came back up to her face, slightly threatening, but still flickering with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell me?"

He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment she winced inwardly with fear of him. What am I doing? she asked herself. But at the same time his rough, bold manner excited her.

"Because you already know," she said.

Suddenly he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two rough callused fingers along her cheek. His dark eyes were hot and smoky. "But I want to hear it from you."

Fawn's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers against her cheek. "I... I," she tried to speak, glancing down at her shaking hands.

Still caressing her cheek, her forehead, her chin, running his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?"

Struck by his words, Fawn giggled shyly and stared straight into his bold eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said.

He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her face to her neck, her throat, down to the top button of her blouse. Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly riveting her eyes with his own.

He slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one of her tits and scissoring the tender, swollen nipple with two rough-skinned fingers. Fawn gasped.

"I can't take you anywhere," he whispered, fondling her warm aching tit. "It's like kidnapping, if you changed your mind later."

"I won't," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly and pushing her body forward, mashing her tit into his rough hand.

"Why not here?" he said, indicating her apartment building.

"I have a roommate."

"Maybe she's not home." Now her nipples were erect and throbbing. He gently pinched each one, drawing fresh gasps of pleasure from her. "Why don't you go up and check?"

Fawn bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh god, she prayed, don't be home, Staci! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long enough for her to go upstairs and check.

"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"

"For you," he said softly. "For you I can do anything."

She waited while he parked the cab. Then she rebuttoned her two top buttons and took him upstairs with her to the apartment. On the coffee table was a note from Staci, and Fawn began to think that there must be fate after all. Staci had gone to the mountains for the weekend with a new boyfriend.

Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty hands hanging at his sides, grinning at her as broadly as before.

"She won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her voice nearly choked off with fear and excitement.

Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him more attractive and more terrifying. He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body, with strong hairy forearms and thick humps of muscle in his shoulders. His jaw was large and sharp, his dark eyes glittery now with obvious lust for her.

She went back and fastened the bolt and chain on the door, so that nothing like her interruption of Staci and Danika could happen, even though she knew it was impossible. When she turned back to him his dark eyes bored into her. "What's your name?" he asked. "It's Ca... Carol," she stumbled. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."

"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you mentioned?"

"You could say that."

"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled.

"I really don't know." She looked away. "What would you like... to do to me?"

"Silly question," he chuckled again.

"No, I mean besides that," she said, blushing hotly. "I mean, how would you like to... go about it?"

He cocked his head to one side as if she were a genuine pervert, but a beautiful one of course. He pondered her question for a moment, then answered forthrightly.

"I'd like to tie you up."

Fawn gulped. God, what have I got myself into? she wondered. "And then what?" she asked, feeling her pulse hammer.

His voice was serious, even tender. "Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything, don't worry." He stared at her for a moment as if to say that not everyone was a kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the one who wants to go crazy. I just want to make sure you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy."

Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat crazily in her flowing pussy. It's all coming true. I couldn't have imagined it any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth?

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.

"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.

"I don't know. Maybe you would."

Her body was trembling and seething with need. She knew with a wince of terror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender to him no matter what, and that horrified her. But it would obliterate Eric and Danika, everything...

He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders. "I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just want a regular little--"

"No, no," Fawn interrupted him eagerly. "You can..." She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life. "You can... tie me up, if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt."

He could see how frightened she was, and he crossed the room to her and again put his rough, callused fingers softly on her cheek. "Only as much as you want," he said. "I promise."

"Really?"

"Really."

He took her face in his strong, rough hands and kissed her with a raw authority that made Fawn giddy. And while he was kissing her he slid his hands down to her buttons again. Within seconds he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked tits. He kneaded them firmly, cupping the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pulsing nipples.

His lips were chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on her tender skin. He kissed her bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her tits so hard that it hurt her. But she was so weak and dizzy with lust that she didn't care.

His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them. Waves of heat shimmered through her tits. He held them in his palms and dug his fingers into them, lip-pinching her tight nipples and sucking them between his teeth.

Fawn put her hands on his shoulder in order to keep her balance. She shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, pushing her aching tits into his face. She moaned in low animalistic sounds from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and rough, grasping fingers caused in her sensitive tits and teeth-tortured nipples.

Finally she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, biting her lip, she pushed him away. "I... I thought you wanted to tie me up."

He nodded, and grinned. "You're so beautiful, Carol," her said.

"Thank you."

It was almost comic, she thought, how formal and polite they were. Quickly she took him into her bedroom. She pulled down the bed-covers, then fished in the waste basket and found a couple of discarded pairs of pantyhose. She handed them to him.

He tested them for strength, then nodded. "Perfect," he said. "Take off your skirt and lie down."

Fawn's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt. But she obeyed him. Her whole body was alive with tremors of anticipation. When she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her bikini panties and began to peel them down her tawny thighs, he shook his head.

"Leave them on," he said decisively.

"But you--"

"Leave them on."

She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress. Again he rubbed his rough knuckles against her cheek, a gesture of curiously harsh tenderness that made Fawn's cunt gush and itch anew each time he did it.