A Sommelier's Prey (Maxine)

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi squealed and giggled when August picked her up from behind, her hands grabbing his strong forearms. She turned her head slightly toward his mouth, his whisper making her shiver. His hands on her made her heart throb, but she couldn't help but smile a little. He certainly was one of the few. When he pulled away, her eyes followed him, liking the way he moved around her room. He was taking in his surroundings like a hunter; she knew she was the prey, and it thrilled her. When he took a seat on her bed, she cocked her head to the side and watched him make himself comfortable. She almost laughed as the song, "I'm Too Sexy," jumped to the forefront of her mind. He was sexy, though, she couldn't deny that.

His sudden question snapped her out of her humor, however, and it was a shocking question. Wasn't the answer obvious by the way she had acted all evening? Then he demanded why she covered herself up, which made her give a breathy laugh. Confidence. She had confidence, damn it. Without further ado, the blanket pooled on the floor and she slunk to the bed, straddling him with a smile. "Fine," she breathed, bringing her face close to his. "And to answer your question, there hasn't been anyone but me in this bed for over a year. So there's no one to get jealous. Trust me." She brought her lips to his once again, her hands coming to his face gently. She didn't expect him to be gentle, but that didn't stop her from being such.

[AUGUST WITT]

thirty minutes later..

She looked content there in his arms and he felt a strange desire for her. She accommodated him better than he had expected her to. She craved his firm hand, which was surprising and extremely sexy. Normally he preferred for his women to fear his touch, but she wanted it. It made things easy, especially since he could still listen to her whimpers of pain.

She was kissing him again, her legs wrapped around him. His moment of adoration was quickly slipping away now that he had found his release. She was becoming clingy, but in the same token he wanted nothing more than to find his way back into her bed again. He was forced to play nice for now because she was exactly what he craved. At least on a physical level.

"It's late." He said softly to her, being gentle for the first time really that evening, due mostly to the fact that he himself was spent, and the wine had him relaxed. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her off of him easily, laying her into her bed and moving to lay beside her on his side, looking down at her as he leaned on one propped elbow.

"You must be exhausted, having been ravaged by me twice." There was that teasing undertone again and the little arrogant smirk. Sleep would allow him the opportunity to flee since he would need to be out of her house before dawn. "Perhaps we could skip the liquor store next time." He knew they would. She was his, she said so herself. Not only that, but he had demanded he be her preference and he trusted he would be.

His hand slid down her body, learning her curves, getting used to the softness of her skin. "Or maybe I'll take you in the liquor stores parking lot." He teased, though public sex wasn't really his thing.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

When August pulled away and said it was late, Maxi smiled and nodded. She giggled when he lifted her off him, though she knew it was his way of ending the evening's fun. At least he wasn't shoving her away, which she was truly grateful for. She also knew he may be uncomfortable with how affectionate she was being, but she couldn't help it; Maxi was an affectionate little gazelle. He didn't seem angered by it, though, so she accepted being laid down in her bed. She buried herself under the covers from the waist down, but she continued to smile at him from the pillow, one arm resting in the crook between her hip and waist.

She laughed when he said she must be exhausted. "I could use a break," she conceded, laughing again when he suggested they skip the liquor store. There would be no need for liquor the next time. Once Maxi let a man into her bed, she always felt much more comfortable around him, allowing her to be more confident around him. It would be the same with August, though she was still somewhat intimidated by him. She knew for sure she wouldn't provoke him with the threat of another man ever again. Besides, she didn't want any other men; she wanted August.

One of those hands was creeping down her curves, making her smile. It didn't spark the same desire as it had before; she was too spent for that. Instead, it felt soothing, like he was assuring her this wasn't it. He didn't need to say it. She was sure they had both enjoyed their time enough that he would be coming by again. "Or maybe I'll take you in the liquor store parking lot." She laughed, shaking her head. "No, I'm way too loud for public sex," she replied with a small blush. With August she couldn't help it. He just had a way of making her scream.

Looking at him now in the dim light from her lamp, his chiseled features, his slightly misshapen hand taking her in, her question from earlier popped back into her mind. He seemed like he had one foot out the door, but she realized how late it was. If he was what she thought he was, of course he would need to be gone by dawn. She decided there was only one way to confirm her suspicions. "Are you a Gargoyle?" she asked bluntly, gazing up at him from her pillow. If he wasn't, she could make up some metaphor about how gargoyles are creatures of the night, blah blah blah, but she was hoping she wouldn't have to. She was hoping her instincts were as good as she suspected they were.

[AUGUST WITT]

"You are loud." He agreed with a devilish grin, a spark of lust in his eyes mixed with amusement. "I like hearing you." And it was true. He hated when women stifled their yells of passion or pain. He wanted to hear them. If he didn't he wouldn't bother working as hard on them as he did. Maybe he would convince her to take it in a parking lot anyway, only to say he could even though he didn't exactly enjoy it. He would, though, if he was comfortable enough with his partner, and trying to make her scream and seeing her suffer through stifling it only turned him on a little more.

"Are you a Gargoyle?"

The question had thrown him like so many other things she had done that evening. It not only confirmed his suspicion about what she is, it also pissed him off. He pulled his hand away, his brows lowering over his eyes slightly. He clenched his fist shut wondering if it had been his hands, and his eyes looked down at them. Misshapen, but only just. There were so many other things to point to this conclusion.

August was what he was. He was proud of it to some degree, but he never publicized it. He didn't enjoy admitting it, even though he had no real issue with his species. He allowed his anger to physically slip away, though inside he fumed slightly.

"What an odd thing to ask." He said in a low growl, almost warning her to not continue with this subject. Just because they were aware of what each other was didn't mean he was ready to chit chat about it. Last thing he needed was to answer any stupid, probing questions.

His hand crept back up onto her stomach, his fingers gliding against the soft skin. He actually enjoyed the way she felt, his eyes roaming over her torso which was the only part of her she was revealing. Probably hiding the rest so he wouldn't get any ideas, which he was. If he really wanted to he knew he could have her again, which thrilled him.

"I like the idea of you stifling a scream in a parking lot." He explained, laying on his back, folding his arms behind his head as he stared at her ceiling. "You can think of that while you go to sleep. Imagining the things I would do to you.." He chuckled, his head turning to the side slightly to give her another devilish grin before looking at the ceiling again. "If you like I can wait until after you've fallen asleep to see myself out. Otherwise I can go now if I'm too much a distraction."

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi realized she upset August with her sudden question, but it confirmed what she knew. And if she knew what he was, he certainly knew what she was. If she disappeared now, he wouldn't freak out. Part of her did want to when hearing him growl angrily like he did in reply, but she just watched him, her brow furrowing in dismay. She didn't know why he would be upset about her wanting to know what he was. As a Blurr, she was proud to be a Guardian, something special, though she didn't fully understand her purpose for Scriptor Bay. She didn't say anything, just tensed, half expecting him to take his anger out on her.

When his hand crept up her stomach, she eased a bit, the sensation tickling and almost making her squirm. Damn, her nipples were perking up again at the chills his hand was sending through her. She thought all of her lust was out of her system, but apparently it wasn't. His eyes traveled over her, making a jolt run through her again, but she didn't do anything intentional to indicate her returning desire. If he wanted to take her again, she would be more than willing, but she didn't want to risk angering him somehow by maybe being too demanding. She hated when she made people angry.

He laid back, and she sighed a little in relief; at least he was relaxing. "I like the idea of you stifling a scream in a parking lot." She laughed, turning to look at her ceiling too. The thought provoked her lust more, and she had to bite her lip to make it calm down again. "You think of that while you go to sleep. Imagining the things I would do to you." His grin made her grin, but she was getting frustrated. Was he trying to stir her up again? "You know I couldn't sleep with those thoughts in my head," she complained softly, almost in a murmur, a blush creeping back to her cheeks.

He spoke about leaving, but she just stared at his profile, looking up at the ceiling. Really considering him now, he had a very youthful face, what she would call a baby face. Picturing him without the stubble, he could pass for a teenager. But the stubble made him look not only older but more distinguished, in her eyes. It was sexy. Sleep was a lost cause with him there beside her right now. Sighing, she turned so she was facing him on her side, half-burying her face in her pillow. "You are a distraction," she said in a breathy, playfully exasperated voice. How could she still want him? The man had made her climax twice tonight, but it still didn't seem enough. Being bashful as she was, she turned and hid her face in the corner of her pillow with a little moan, still smiling. After a moment, she showed half her face again, giving him a sidelong look with one sapphire eye, a flirtatious smile on her lips. "But that doesn't mean I want you to go." She hadn't meant to say it, but it was hard for Maxi to not say what she felt. If he denied her, she would accept that; she had a hand, after all. But she honestly wished he would stay just a little longer.

[AUGUST WITT]

August peaked over at the girl beside him, who was obviously readying herself for him once more. Did she ever get enough? He was getting drained from the workouts he'd given her, but he knew if he really wanted to, a third time could be in the cards. Potentially a fourth, but the question was did he want to do all that tonight? What man turned down sex? He knew a smart man who wanted to keep a woman crawling back for more and more. She couldn't get enough and he tried not to let the thought turn him on.

Simply laying nude beside her was enough to get her riled up again. She wanted him to stay even though he was distracting her from sleep. He needed to make his next move, whatever it was.

The room was mostly dark but he could see the silly flirty grin on her face. He didn't reciprocate, his face stoic though he turned on his side once more, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. He could easily give in to her desires, to his own, and have her again. She would willingly scream out his name, he was sure, now that she knew he liked hearing it. She would play him like a fiddle as he intended to do to her, and he didn't like that. He preferred the element of surprise and seduction.

He led his hand over her body once more, pushing it under the blanket and sliding it onto her thigh, dangerously close to her sex. His hand rested there, his fingers gently rubbing the sensitive skin of her leg, taunting her.

"I'll stay for now." He said in a low, raspy voice. "I don't want you to touch me." He instructed. "Fold your arms behind your head. Tell me what you would have me do to you if you had your way." He hadn't made up his mind yet about playing with her more, but having her talk about it would make her squirm, and then he could either give her what she wanted or leave her hanging with the promise of return. His eyes danced to the clock; he had at least three hours until he needed to be home.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

August didn't seem amused by Maxi's flirtatious smile. It was a little embarrassing, but nothing she wouldn't get over. She had almost given up getting his attention again, rolling onto her back completely, when he turned on his side and looked down at her, studying her. Her face turned out of the pillow completely and she gazed back at him, curious. To her delight his hand began touching her again, and she gave a small smile, a jolt running through her. Her heart was racing by the time his hand reached her thigh, but it didn't go any further. Instead it taunted her, rubbing the flesh gently.

"I'll stay for now." If it weren't for his dangerous tone, she would have smiled. As it was, she only bit her lip, watching him expectantly. Just as she was reaching out to touch him, he instructed her not to, so she pulled her hand away. It was strange the way she feared him and wanted him at the same time. He was so unpredictable--that's what frightened her. But it was exciting in a way. She had been dominated several times before, but she had never feared a man the way she feared August. It made her wonder if there was something wrong with her that she would like that.

She did as he said, folding her arms behind her head, fighting a nervous smile when he asked her what she wanted him to do to her. Maxi was not comfortable doing the sex talk thing. Emotions she could talk about all day without a trace of hesitation, but sex was a different matter. She studied the flat ceiling, considering what to tell him. There were a lot of things she wanted him to do to her, but she was too shy to express most of them. Biting her lip, she looked back at him nervously, blushing. "Well, I...I want you to hold me down. Hard," she started, forcing herself to look at him when she said it. "And I want you to bite me, wherever you want. And I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow." Curse words always felt strange coming out of her mouth, but it was the only way to accurately describe what she wanted him to do to her. With a small upward turn of her lips, she said quietly, "And whatever else you want to do to me. Anything." Nothing excited her more than the idea of pleasing him and doing whatever he asked of her. She wanted to excite him as much as he excited her. Her gaze remained locked on his as she waited for his response.

[AUGUST WITT]

He listened quietly as she told him what she wanted, his fingers gliding gently over her skin, caressing her but just barely. His eyes remained locked on hers, seeing how uncomfortable she was talking about this. Her discomfort actually thrilled him. There was hesitation in her eyes like she wasn't entirely sure what to say. She was saying what he wanted to hear, or what she thought he wanted to hear, but deep down he knew her words were true. She wanted those things from him.

"And I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow." He grinned. The words seemed odd coming from her, but it was pleasant sounding to his ears. She didn't want him to have sex or make love, but fuck her. The word alone made his insides tingle slightly with wanting.

"Anything?" He asked, raising a brow. That was a dangerous word to use with him. "Don't throw that word around carelessly with me." He warned. "I'm certain there are things you wouldn't like for me to do." It was almost a threat in the way he said it and his fingers inched higher, moving between her legs, but still not petting her where she wanted.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi was finding it hard to breathe with August's fingers stroking so close to where she wanted them. She wished she could touch him, feel him, tease him, but he wouldn't allow her to. And she was afraid if she tried, he would leave. So she remained laying with her arms behind her head, watching those blue-gray eyes.

And he was right. Anything was a dangerous word for her to use with him. She was well aware he would take full advantage of that, and it made her pause and consider. Would she let him do anything to her? There were two things she could think of that were out of the question. "You can't hit my face. I don't need to answer a million questions to people at work," she said. It wasn't just that, though. She wasn't vain, but it went hand-in-hand with the belittling that she did not appreciate. "And no punching." Again, it was belittling. Maxi didn't have much by way of an ego, but she was proud enough to have a wounded ego if she let a man beat the crap out of her. A small smile came back to her lips as she watched for his reaction. "But those are the only things I would not like you to do," she said softly. It wasn't threatening; she couldn't say if he hit her she would banish him completely. She would be angry, but she couldn't say she would be done. Really, it would depend on the circumstance. He didn't need to know that, though. That was a very short list, and she thought it would be an easy one to abide by.

It was strange how just talking about it excited her. She was getting antsy, hoping this wasn't just another tease. True to her word, she didn't touch him, but she made it clear with her eyes that she wanted to. "Please fuck me," she all but whispered, trying to convey to him just how much she wanted him again.

[AUGUST WITT]

Her rules made him arch a brow but it was the only indication he had heard what she said. No punching and no hitting her face? Was that really the only "rules" she could think to make him abide by? She was a delicate woman and he would hardly use her as a punching bag, though he had been known to back hand a smart mouthed woman. That was probably a decent rule for her to hand out, but honestly he could think of more. So, so much more..

The lust in her eyes was surprising. He didn't expect her to get so worked up over telling him he couldn't punch her. was she thinking of all the terrible things he could do to her? The things he had every intention to if given the opportunity? Maybe making her think of things was all he needed to do to get her into bed, though he was sure he wouldn't have a problem doing that. But when she actually begged him out loud he knew he would certainly have no problem doing what he pleased. How had a simple visit to the liquor store gotten him so much more? Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined this.

Her plea rang through the air still, his blood growing hot. He wanted to take her up on it, but he also needed to establish his own boundaries. Things were done on his time. He would fuck her when he wanted to, not when she did, and as much as it would kill him he knew he couldn't show how much he wanted her too in that moment.

He pulled his hand away from her inner thigh and pushed his body towards her, hovering over her as his hands clamped down on both of her arms, pining her to the bed. His face hovered over hers and he reached his lips down, kissing her firmly, his tongue darting out just enough to taste her lips. "You don't think very highly of me, to assume I would go around punching you. Why would I want you bruised and broken? You can't perform that way, and even if you could, marks would make you ugly." His voice was soft and raspy, his breath warm on her lips, but he kept them just out of reach so she couldn't take what she wanted.

"I need you to rest." He told her sternly and continued pressing her arms into the bed, just enough to keep her there, but his knee moved up over between her legs, pushing them open and rubbing where his hand would not. "Because tomorrow I intend on fucking you all night." He promised. "Plus anything else I want to do." He let go and pulled his leg away, offering a warning look. He wouldn't take kindly to her trying to force herself on him. He wasn't sure he could win that battle, though he would never allow her to know that. August crept off the bed. "Sleep, baby. I'll be back tomorrow."

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi felt a rush of relief as August moved over her, pinning her arms above her head. She was going to get what she wanted. When he kissed her, she moaned, grateful for his lips. He pulled back and she listened to his words, her breath coming soft and quick. She felt another rush of relief knowing he wouldn't bruise her or harm her in a way that she was maimed. He kept his lips away from her though, when all she wanted was to have him kiss her again.

"I need you to rest." That statement did not correlate with his leg parting her legs, making her whimper when she felt his knee on her. Why did he insist on teasing her? Even though he promised to be back tomorrow, she was disappointed. He would be fucking her for hours tomorrow, but that did nothing for her right now. It didn't occur to her to stop him, she knew better than that. She did give a frustrated sigh, though and ran her fingers through her hair. What had she gotten herself into?

"Good night. Don't forget your coat in the closet," she said quietly to his retreating figure, turning onto her side. There was no use in being angry or voicing her frustration, not with the promise of tomorrow. She hiked the blankets up to her shoulder, letting her arm rest over the sheets. With August gone, her blood was cooling and she felt the night growing heavy on her eyes. She reached out and clicked off the light before she closed them, knowing she would wake in the morning and wonder if this was a dream. A wonderful, erotic, mesmerizing dream, but still just a dream. It wouldn't be until tomorrow evening whether she confirmed August's existence or not.

She hadn't realized how exhausted she was, and she was falling into a very deep sleep. The images in her mind were not of what she had done this evening, though. They were much more innocent than that, filled with memories of the family she would always miss.