Curious Business (18+)

Curious Cat

It was late, the parking lot damp and dark. The light from the neon sign reflected on the asphalt. Nothing but the sound of my heels and dripping from the gutters of the downtown buildings.

"Where do you live?"

"The Nordeast artist lofts"

"Really?" He seemed surprised. "Hmm. Those are nice, how did you get in those?"

"I sweet talked the property manager. I really do have a way with words, ya know?"

"You sure do, Ms, Engel."

His car was fast and loud. The seats were matte black leather, it was exhiliariting. I couldn't help but laugh out with the windows down, Elias was showing off.

"Sit down, you're making me nervous." He said, pushing my thighs back down with one hand. It startled me and I yelped back down into the seat.

"Jesus, you can't touch me so suddenly, especially you! I'm already uneasy around you, yet here I am in your car, letting you take me home. I know whats going to happen too, I have thought about it, and I know what I want." I said, the words wouldn't stop flying out of my mouth.

"I don't like being predictable, Clara." Elias smirked.

I unlocked the door to my loft. Stepped out of my boots and headed towards the kitchen.

"Uh, do you want something to drink?" I asked. My home didn't feel like mine anymore. Elias stood, leaning on the island counter. "I have a lot to drink, I don't really drink, but I have a full bar, I always thought I would host a lot more."

"Water is fine." He was still smirking. "Are you nervous, Clara?"

"Yes. You make me uneasy, remember? You're always holding something back to be one step ahead. I want to know the game plan, let me in on the plays, coach."

"How curious are you?" He asked, ignoring my perfect metaphor.

"What do you mean?"

"You were curious, you said so yourself. Are you wondering what it would be like to be fucked by me or is there more.

"I mean, yes, but there is something more and that is what I am still trying to figure out."

"Are you on birth control Clara?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Elias smirked, walking towards me again. We were like opposite magnets, he came closer and I moved back. Until my back was to the counter. His hands gripped onto the back of my legs and he lifted me onto the counter. We were eye level now.

"Game plan. I'm going to fuck you." He said completely serious.

"Solid start." I chuckled

His finger met my lips. "Hush. I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to fuck you differently than you've done before. If you don't like it, you say so. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, uh, please?" I guessed.

Elias smiled and slipped his finger that was telling me to hush into my mouth. His smile became stern, his head relaxed, and his eyes closed. I was being picked up and tossed on my bed, from kitchen to bedroom, the loft made transportation from room to room easy.

"I like you without a bra on." He said while slipping off my shirt. His fingers met my nipples and squeezed them, then circled them with his thumbs. I groaned.