Rage

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Calista

I unroll my silverware, and place my cloth napkin into my lap before picking up my soup spoon. I dip it into my bowl and bring a spoonful of the broth up to my lips, blowing gently. The flavors of salty seafood hit my tongue, and a soft moan escapes my throat.

Immediately, a spoon clatters across the table. My eyes, which had fluttered closed as the broth slid down my throat, open. I glance at Erich, who's stock-still. He barely appears to be breathing, and his pupils have expanded enough that the gray-blue irises can barely be seen, despite the brightly lit restaurant.

"Are you alright, Erich?" I lower my spoon to my bowl, my brows furrowing in concern.

He clears his throat as he pours himself a glass of water. He lifts the cup, and takes several long drinks of water before responding to me. "My apologies, beautiful. You caught me off guard. It's been… Well it's been a long time since I last heard a woman make that sound in person. You caught me off guard." It's his turn to blush, and it's both endearing and sexy. I find myself wanting to make him blush more.

"How long is a long time?" I ask, genuinely curious. While I've played with guys before killing them, I haven't actually had sex yet. But the man seated across from me is gorgeous, and I can't imagine him going more than a few days without sex.

"Honestly? Since about a year after my divorce. I tried dating someone, but it didn't work out. She hated that I preferred to get my hands dirty over sitting in meetings all day. And I'm not really the type of guy to sleep around just for the sake of getting my dick wet. Sex means something to me. You know?" He blushes again, but maintains eye contact with me.

"A man with morals. I like that. While we're being honest," I take a deep breath, hold it in for a few seconds, then release it before speaking again. "I'm still a virgin myself." I shrug a single shoulder just as Erich's mouth drops open.

"How is a smart, clever, beautiful woman like you even single?" He takes a drink of his wine, and I scoff.

"I'm about to get real deep. Like, probably too deep for a first date. But fuck it. When I was a teenager, puberty was not kind to me. I was short, overweight, required to keep my hair chin length, and wore thick glasses. And don't get me started on the acne. I was just lucky that I never needed braces too. Pair my good grades with all of that, and I was the social outcast in my prep school."

His eyebrows pull together as he tries to picture me as a teenager. "That's not how you look now. What changed?"

I take another deep, grounding breath. "I was bullied pretty badly. It escalated to the point that I was actually assaulted my senior year. He never got caught, or punished, even though I gave his name to my father." I roll my eyes, and my lips turn up in a scowl.

"When I started at Paramount, I was still physically healing. I joined a gym and signed up for some self defense classes. That's when I fell in love with working out. Especially weight lifting. By sophomore year, I'd lost a lot of weight, gotten contacts, grown out my hair, and started coloring it darker. I learned to love myself. But I've also been focused on my studies, and thanks to my father's huge donation to the school, I'm in the only private room in an all female residence hall.”

"That doesn't explain the lack of sex in your life, though."

"You're right. The first couple years of university, I was still that socially awkward girl who was terrified of being alone with a guy. It came across as me being frigid. Which earned me a reputation for being stuck up. I tried to fight it, but eventually gave up. It just proved to me that guys my age are ridiculous."

Erich smirks and reaches across the table to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. "Perhaps you should try an older man, then?"

My own smirk matches his. "I do believe you are correct, sir," I purr, making him shift in his seat.

For a while, we're both quiet as we focus on our food, and I manage to eat my seafood stew without making any more sexual sounds. I feel my phone vibrate in my clutch, but I don't care to pull it out. I'm enjoying my time with Erich far too much.

When we've both finished our meals, he looks at me nervously. "I've enjoyed my evening with you, Calista. I fear I don't want the night to end yet. Would you mind joining me on a walk?"

I nod immediately. "I'd like that very much." And he signals for the server to bring the check. Once it's placed on the table in front of him, I try to speak up, but he shushes me with a look, and a quick shake of his head. I lean back in my chair to finish off my wine, while he pulls out his wallet and tucks his card into the black leather book. The server disappears with it, returning only a moment later. Erich uses the server's pen to sign the slip of paper, before sliding his card back into his wallet, and stands as he tucks it into one of his front trouser pockets. He moves behind my chair, and gently pulls me backwards before holding out his hand for me.

I place a hand into his, and he helps me stand, kissing the back of my hand again before releasing it. I remove my clutch from the tabletop, and together we head to the front of the restaurant. When we step outside, we're greeted with cool night air. The sun has gone down, and the sky is a gorgeous mix of purple and blue. A few stars are already out and twinkling. I tuck my hands into Erich's arm, and we walk away from the restaurant.

We enjoy a comfortable silence, and my head finds its way onto his shoulder. Without needing to discuss it, we manage to walk to the park several blocks away. When we come to the center of the park, we stand in front of a large fountain. The stone fixture features a couple, holding one another in the center of the shallow water. The woman's hands are on the man's granite chest, and her head is tilted up so that she's looking at his face. His arms are wrapped around her back, just above her ass, and you can see the look of love in his stony eyes. Whoever sculpted this piece is insanely talented.

The statue brings a tear to my eye, and while I'm trying to stave off more, I see Erich turn towards me. His hand reaches for my face, and he gently wipes away the rogue tear, smiling softly at me. "What's wrong, beautiful?"

I give him a wry smile. "I'm jealous of the statue. Look at the way he loves her. The look of absolute devotion on his face is everything I've ever wanted, yet never had. It's unfair that an inanimate woman is loved so fiercely. Meanwhile, I'm a flesh and blood woman, and I've been single my entire life."

Erich wraps a single arm around me, pulling me into his body, and his other hand lifts my chin so that I'm looking at him. "Maybe you just hadn't met the right man yet. Maybe he's older and has been working himself half to death for the last twenty years. Maybe he's just been too busy to look for you. Until now, that is." His eyes bounce between my eyes and lips, making me want to feel his neat beard against my face as he kisses me.

I reach up and cup his cheek, biting my lip lightly. "Kiss me?" He doesn't answer. Instead, his hands cup my face and he pulls me towards him. His lips meet mine, hesitant at first, but pillowy soft. My eyes fall closed as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open for him. My heart speeds up as his tongue slides into my mouth and his fingers lightly dig into my cheeks, holding me in place. My own hands fist his turtleneck. Our tongues tangle with one another, and the rest of the world falls away. I no longer hear the soft sounds of the fountain. In this moment, only Erich and I exist. I never want it to end.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathless, our chests heaving. Mine feels heavy with desire, and my panties are soaked to the point it's becoming uncomfortable. But I can't find it in me to care. I want him to kiss me again. His hands leave my face, and instead, they wrap around my lower back. When I open my eyes, Erich is staring at me, his eyes full of wonder and lust.

When he speaks, his voice is huskier than normal. "That was..."

I interrupt him. "A far better first kiss than I ever imagined. I'd like to do it again. And again."

Erich chuckles, and pulls me more tightly against his body, his erection pressing against my lower stomach. I barely manage to suppress a moan at the feeling. "I'm going to be blunt with you, beautiful. I'd love nothing more than to kiss you senseless. I want to hear all the little sounds you'll make for me. I want to feel you lose control against me. But, I also want to see you again, to get to know you. Date you. Not just bed you."

I'm taken aback at his honesty, and I respond in kind. "I'd like that. All of that. I think I've been waiting my entire life for you, Erich. I can't find it in me to care if I sound like a needy bitch, but I need to feel you. One single kiss has me wound up far too tightly, and I need you to loosen me up. I want to get to know you too, but right now I need you."

Erich takes my lips with his again. This kiss isn't as soft, or slow as our first. This one is full of need and desire. I can feel how desperately he wants me, and I hope he can feel the same from me as our bodies press even closer together. His hands shift to my hips, and he grips them tightly, my dress bunching up between his fingers. My own hands move to the back of his head, fingers teasing his short hair and scratching his scalp.

His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and I whimper at the feeling. My knees start to buckle, but he's holding onto me tightly enough that I don't fall anywhere except into him. His lips attack mine over and over, our tongues fighting for dominance.

When we pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine and whispers, "Come home with me?"

"Always."

He places one last kiss on my lips and takes a step back. He doesn't bother to turn away, or hide as he adjusts his tented trousers, and I bite my lip at the sight. Once he's more comfortable, he holds out his hand for mine. I place it in his much larger hand, admiring his long, thin fingers. His hands have a few calluses that I hadn't noticed earlier, and his rough skin feels good against the smoothness of my own. I want to feel his rough hands on every inch of my body. We intertwine our fingers as we walk away from the fountain.

The walk to his car only takes us a few minutes. I tell him that I'd like to have his number so that, after tonight, we can continue talking to and seeing each other. He just laughs, handing me his phone. I look at the screen, then up at him in confusion.

"I don't have a lock code. Just swipe up and you'll be in."

I nod, then do as he says. Adding my name to his phone one-handed isn't easy, but I refuse to let go of his strong hand. Once my name and number have been added, I send myself a text. I hit the side button, and hold his phone back up for him. He takes it with a smile, tucking it back into his pocket just as we approach a sleek, gray SUV. It beeps once, and the lights flash as he steps up to the passenger door.

Erich holds the door open for me, and helps me step up into the spacious vehicle. Once I'm seated in the plush leather seat, he leans over me to buckle my seatbelt. His hand lingers on my hip, and we lose ourselves in each other's eyes briefly. After a moment, he drops a quick kiss on my lips, then steps back, closing my door. He walks around the front of the SUV and opens his own door, hopping into his seat before starting the car and buckling his seatbelt. Soft music fills the air around us and I realize that it's a violin player I recognize, and actually enjoy.

"I love her music. Especially her original pieces. Her electric violin is mind-blowing."

"Her original pieces are incredible. Not many people know who she is. I'm happy that you do."

"Oh. She's frequently in my rotation. She's actually the only non-metal musician that I listen to regularly."

He nods, then pulls out of his parking spot. His left hand finds its way to my thigh and rests there, occasionally giving it a squeeze. We're both quiet on the drive to his house. As the city passes by us, I realize that we're heading to the really nice part of town. The side streets grow farther apart, and the houses are becoming bigger. He pulls into a neighborhood that I'm semi-familiar with, thanks to the few years I'd lived in my father's house, and I momentarily panic. But thankfully, it's still several streets away. I am not in the mood to run into that man tonight.

Erich pulls into a four car garage where two of the stalls have been converted into a work space. In the third sits a motorcycle. My eyebrows meet my hairline, and I look over at him. He's grinning like a schoolboy as I point to the bike, "You've got to take me out on that sometime."

"Any time you want, beautiful."

I return his grin as I unbuckle my seatbelt. Before I have a chance to open my door, he's already out of the car and opening it for me. Ever the gentleman, he holds his hand out to help me step down, and out of his vehicle. Once my feet are on the garage floor, he pulls me against his body and kisses every inch of my face. He leads me to the side entrance, holding the door open for me to enter. I step into his home, and am greeted with the increasingly familiar scent that is Erich. He closes the door and steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he buries his face in my neck.

My head tips backwards as his lips meet a sensitive point behind my ear. My full body shudders, which causes my ass to rub against his erection. Erich groans against my neck, and the feeling gives me goosebumps all down my back. His fingers lightly trace a path up my arms, and when they reach my shoulders, he easily spins me around to face him. His eyes dart between mine for a moment.

"I need to know that you want this, Calista." I nod once, but he's not satisfied. "I need to hear the words."

"I want this. I want my first time to be with you, Erich."

"If you change your mind at any time, say the word, and I stop. No hesitation, no questions asked. Okay?" His brows are furrowed, and I reach up to smooth the creases forming on his forehead.

"I understand."

His hands drop to my ass, picking me up easily. My dress rides up my thighs as my legs wrap around his waist, and his lips attack mine with a fervor that wasn't present before. My arms slip beneath his, hands gripping the tops of his shoulders. His tongue slides against mine as my back meets the door. The kiss is full of longing, both of us using it to tell one another how desperate we are for this.

Erich draws back, chest heaving and eyes shining with lust. His voice is thick, his words coated in desire as he says, "I need to bury myself inside you."

"So do it. Take me, Erich. Show me what I've been missing." I barely get the words out before he pulls me away from the door, carrying me through his house.

With each step he takes, his hard cock presses up against my soaked panties. His hands clutch my ass as we near what I assume is his bedroom. One of his hands meets the back of my neck and he pulls my face to his. He devours my mouth as his fingers weave into my hair, and he doesn't relent until he literally kicks his bedroom door open. He takes two quick steps before dropping me onto his bed.

As I land on the edge of the bed, my breasts bounce, and his eyes track the motion for a moment. He takes a step back and shrugs off his jacket, draping it over a plush chair in the corner, never able to tear his eyes away from me.

"Stand up."

His voice has taken on a dominant edge. Ordinarily, I'd hate being told what to do by a man, but for him I'll willingly make an exception. My red bottoms meet the carpet as I stand from the bed, my calves pressed against the side. But I feel the need to wait before making another move.

"Take it off."

I reach behind my head immediately to untie the halter straps. The top half of my dress falls away, baring my freed breasts to him. I slip my thumbs beneath the sides, and slowly slide the dress down my body, my eyes never leaving his. Once the dress is below my waist, I let it drop and pool on the floor around my stilettos. Erich gestures to my panties, and I slide them off the same way I did my dress, letting them fall to the floor at my feet.

He bites his kiss swollen bottom lip as his eyes slowly rake up and down my body. My nipples pebble into hard peaks at the attention, and I fight the urge to cover myself with my arms. Instead, I bring my arms behind my back and hold onto my wrists, the action causing my chest to pop further forward. His eyes track my every movement. He steps closer to me and strokes the back of his index finger down my chest, leaving behind a trail of warmth. Every part of me he touches feels like it's on fire.

My eyes flutter closed, and I feel him pull away. "Eyes on me, princess. Don't look away from me at all." Wanting to please him, I open my eyes and am greeted by the sight of his own lust blown pupils. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit, and he's barely touched me.

"Lay down on your back, in the middle of the bed."

I start to slip my shoes off, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder. "Leave them on. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are in nothing but those shoes."

I smirk and nod before turning to climb onto the bed. He swats my ass once, pulling a moan from my throat as I crawl across his king size bed on my hands and knees. I turn to face him, then lean back onto my elbows. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers before untucking his turtleneck. One hand reaches behind his head, and pulls the shirt off in what has got to be the sexiest move I've ever witnessed. His biceps bulge and flex making me think I may drool a bit once he's bare chested. He unzips his fly as he toes off his own shoes. His pants fall to the floor near my dress, and he's only in a pair of black boxer briefs.

Despite having been able to feel his abs through his clothes, I had not expected Erich to look like a gym god. He clearly takes care of himself. His chest and abs have a light dusting of hair that meets his happy trail. His waist has the v that makes women go stupid, myself currently included. And his thighs are defined and toned to perfection. He tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down his thick thighs. His cock springs free of its confines and I'm greeted with the sight of several piercings along the underside as he slowly strokes himself.

I lift an eyebrow, and he laughs."I got them as a dare in college, but I liked the way they feel, so I kept them." He climbs up onto the bed and crawls towards me. His voice drops several octaves when he says, "I think you'll enjoy the way they feel as well, princess."

If I wasn't drooling before, I sure as hell am now.

"Fuuuuuck."

Erich chuckles darkly. "That's the goal here."

I'm pretty sure my pussy is leaving a wet spot on his bed at this point. He moves up my body slowly, until his lips meet mine in a fiery kiss, full of promises of more. It leaves me panting when his lips move down my body. In between kisses down my neck and chest, he says, "I need you to come at least twice before I even consider slipping inside you." His hand cups my pussy and squeezes as his lips wrap around one of my nipples. He nips it with his teeth, making my back arch up.

"I've never c-come before," I manage to pant out. His mouth releases my nipple, and he gives me a look that's simultaneously full of wonder and lust. "Never? You haven't even gotten yourself off before?" I shake my head.

"Oh princess, you're in for a hell of a night then. Lay back and let me take care of you." He kisses me one more time as I shift from my elbows onto my back. One of his hands strokes down my belly to the apex of my thighs. His fingers rub my clit for a moment before moving to my opening, and he dips a single finger inside me, testing my wetness. It dawns on me then, that I have no idea if my hymen is actually still intact. To this day, I have no idea if Alistair raped me that day, and the thought stops me in my tracks. Erich feels me stiffen, and immediately stops what he was doing.

"What's wrong Calista? Do you not want this?"

I shake my head, and he must misinterpret it, because he starts to pull away. "No, I do. I want you desperately, but I need to be honest first. The day I was assaulted? I was knocked unconscious, and to this day I have no idea if he raped me or not. When I came to, my entire body was sore. So while I've never willingly been with a man, I have no idea if I'm physically a virgin or not." My head drops in shame, but his hand meets my chin and lifts my face, his eyes meeting mine.

"Even if he did rape you, you did not consent. You did not give anything to him willingly. By all accounts, you're still a virgin. And I'm so damn honored that you chose me to change that." I feel the urge to cry, so instead, I lunge towards him and kiss him. It's exactly what I needed to hear, and it eases a weight I've carried for years. I guide his hand back to my pussy, and it doesn't take him long to take back control of his movements.

Two fingers slide inside me, and I groan at the sensation. He scissors them apart, spreading me more and more. When he adds a third finger, it hurts for a second, but he eases the ache when he finds my g-spot and strokes it repeatedly. His palm rubs against my clit as he works, and my first ever orgasm rips through me without warning. My back arches off the bed, and his name leaves my lips in a whispered scream. I fall back onto the bed and reach for him. He pulls his fingers from my pussy, and I watch as he brings them to his lips. He sucks my release off his hand, and as he does, I feel his cock twitch against my leg.

His lips meet mine, and I taste myself on him. I've heard women complain about their man kissing them like this, about how much they hate it. But I love it. His lips leave mine, and he kisses a path down my body, his eyes on mine the entire time. He settles between my legs, still looking at me as he gives my clit a long lick. My eyes threaten to roll backwards, but his cocked eyebrow reminds me that he wants my eyes open, and on him.

His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling my pussy closer to his face. His beard tickles my inner thighs when he says, "I'm going to make you come, just like this. I'm not going to stop until you soak my face. Understood?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Good girl." His mouth latches onto my clit, and he sucks on it in pulsing motions. He brings me to the edge, then stops. Fingers slip into my pussy and he uses a 'come hither' motion on my g-spot again. Once again, he brings me to the edge, but before I can fall into my orgasm, he stops.

I groan out his name. "Erich, stop fucking teasing me."

He laughs, and his beard rubs against my sensitive clit. Then, without warning, his mouth sucks on my clit at the same time his fingers hit my g-spot. His mouth leaves my clit long enough for him to issue the command, "Come for me princess." Before his lips wrap around my clit again, and he flicks his tongue against it before biting down on it. When his teeth release my clit, my body explodes. My vision tunnels until all I can see is him. I can't feel anything except him.

When my sight returns to normal, Erich is reaching across the bed towards his nightstand. He opens the drawer and pulls a condom out. I shake my head. "You don't need it. I got my tubes tied last year. And I'm clean. I want to feel all of you."

He drops the packet onto the floor and crawls up my body. "I'm clean, I already told you I haven't been with anyone in years. I got snipped years ago as well." He takes a nipple into his mouth and lightly bites it, dragging his teeth down the hardened bud until it pops out of his mouth. He does the same to the other one, and my arms wrap around his back, my hands gripping his shoulders. He rubs the underside of his pierced cock against my still sensitive clit which triggers a mini orgasm.

"Fuck me please, Daddy," I pant, my voice breathy and unrecognizable, even to me. I'm not above begging, nor can I find it in me to be embarrassed to have called him daddy.

"You need Daddy's cock inside you? You want to feel every inch of me and see why I like these piercings so much?" He brings his tip to my soaked opening before pulling my left leg up to his hip. He eases his cock inside me slowly, inch by thick inch. When he's halfway in, he stops, pulling all the way out. I groan at the loss, but he doesn't make me wait long. He leans down, staring into my eyes as he says, "Take a deep breath for me princess. This may hurt a bit."

As I breathe in, he thrusts into me all the way. There's a brief burning sensation, but he doesn't move. "Breathe baby. Just breathe." He kisses along my neck and down to my collarbone. The pain eases, and I lift my right leg to wrap around his hip, the backs of my stilettos digging into his ass.

"Please, fuck me." He doesn't make me ask a third time before he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into me.

His balls slap against my ass with every thrust of his hips, and his hand moves to my clit, rubbing it. The combination of his piercings rubbing against my inner walls and his fingers on my clit is nearly enough to make me orgasm again. But now it's my turn to issue a command.

"Come for me Daddy. Fill me up until your cum is running down my legs."

That's all it takes for Erich to growl out my name, his body tensing and hips stuttering as warm cum shoots into me. His orgasm triggers another of mine, and we fall off the edge together, screaming each other's names.