NORDLYS: The Northern Lights Swinger Club

55

"Ope. You're still here" I remark with surprised wonder, as the Overlord walks into my bedroom from the bathroom.

I had just awoken, naked and alone, when my alarm went off, and assumed that he had left for the airport. He caught me stretching with embarrassingly loud yawning and groaning. I quickly turn over to lay on my side, cocking my hip provocatively. He sits down on the edge of the bed, fully naked, and comfortable in his own skin.

"I saw on your calendar that you have an ultrasound scheduled today. I would like to go with you, if you don't mind" he requests with an air of mild politeness.

"Sure!" I shrug. "But that won't be til noon, cuz I set it for my lunch break. Do you want me to take the day off to spend with you?" I ask.

"No, that won't be necessary" he replies. "I have some phone calls to make, I can do that from here. I'll meet you at your doctor's office."

I throw the silk sheet off my body and sit up, moving to the opposite edge of the bed. As I start to rise, I feel a pull on my wrist which halts me. I look back to see the Overlord stretched out to grab me.

"I'm not finished with you" he tells me, his voice soft but with an aggressive undercurrent that makes me blink.

"I have to get ready for work" I laugh awkwardly.

"Shower?" he prompts.

I nod my head 'yes'. He lets go of my wrist, and then rises to his feet. I pause, waiting for him to walk over to me, my heart beat rapidly increasing the closer he gets. For some reason my gaze is fixated on his broad chest, which is level with my face, and the curly brownish blonde hairs below his neck. I lick my lips in anticipation before lifting my face to look into the deep blue of his eyes.

"Let's go together" he murmurs.

I swallow the lump in my throat, and nod adamantly. The Overlord's hands are very gentle when he rubs soap all over me, which makes me think that maybe I was imagining things earlier, when I thought he had some pent up aggression. A sharp little nip on the back of my neck startles me, his teeth scraping over skin, and my heartbeat accelerates again. Perhaps I was not imagining it after all.

I turn to face him, and he wraps his arms around me, one hand fondling my butt cheek, which he then gives a hard squeeze. I can feel his erection pressing against my abdomen. I kiss his chest as high up as I can reach, just at the spot where it connects to his neck. Then I lick him there, and he groans softly, his erection growing harder, digging in to my flesh.

"How do you want it?" I ask, keeping my voice soft and sweet.

"Messy" he growls.

"Oh?" I ask in delighted surprise.

"I didn't cum last night. I didn't want to ruin your sheets" he explains. "How much time do you have? Before you have to leave?" he queries.

"Hmmm, maybe a half hour" I guess.

"That's not much time. You really should set your alarm earlier. How do you get breakfast in the mornings?" he asks.

"I don't eat breakfast, usually" I confess sheepishly.

He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Turn around, I'll do this quick and dirty. Where's the lube?"

I point to a cabinet beside the toilet, and he leaves the shower to grab it, returning quickly to the spray of hot water. He pushes me against the wall, and I can feel him sidling up behind me. I poke my butt out towards him, wondering how he will accomplish this, since I am much shorter than he is. The cold lube hits my booty hole and I gasp loudly with surprise. His finger traces circles around and around, and the tip pokes in, just a little bit, and pulls back out. He adds more lube, repeating the process, until my sphincter muscles pull his whole finger in, and I yell out a high-pitched girlish squeal.