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Wicked Wednesday #279 — Sugar

“Oh sugar, this is the worst part, I promise!” Her tattoo artist caressed her reassuringly.

Eliza had grimaced a little bit, but she really was not in pain. She had a high pain tolerance she had discovered when she got her first tattoo, this time it was only the part right over the bone that made her grimace.

The steady buzzing lulled her, and making eye contact with Terrence helped. The flower she was putting there was one he picked. It was him making so much comments about her current tattoo, that made her want another one.

“You okay?” he mouthed.

She smiled, and blinked her eyes to say yes.

“Sugar, you good?” the tattoo artist asked again.

“Yes,”Eliza said lucidly.

“You are the calmest customer I have had today, so I just want to be sure. I could not finish one today because they were not ready and squirmed all over the place!”

Eliza liked that her artist was in tune with her, but it was looking into Terrence’s eyes that soothed her the most. She was between calm and aroused, as the machine buzzed away. All she really thought of was making love with him when the new tattoo was healed,

and he could caress it and know that she put it there because of him.

She never imagined that he would be such a big part of her life, that she would want him around when she was feeling vulnerable. But now she could not imagine anything else, but to be close to him when she felt vulnerable or anxious.

Honestly, she wanted to be close to him a lot. The warmth of his skin soothed her, and his eyes calmed her. He took her hand, and she squeezed his. His hand in hers was the sensation she focused on, more than the sensation of the tattoo.

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Wicked Wednesday #278 — Tattoo

Eliza remembered getting the tattoo for sure, she had been with Johnny when she got it. She was nervous, and he was there to hold her hand.

Which he did, tightly.

It was a less traumatic experience than she had imagined it to be. Johnny had been proud of her. It was her first tattoo, but he had had a lot.

When she got together with Rafe, he had been startled the first time his hands were under her shirt that she had one. He had caressed the flower on her ribcage with awe, and then with lust. They were only kissing at that point, but his lust was like a brand. She remembered his touch more than she remembered what getting the tattoo felt like.

Now Terrence was holding her, caressing her ribcage and she felt like the flower was blooming under his touch. It amazed her how her tattoo felt different with the different men in her life.

She loved the flower. and she had gotten another one right before she met Oscar. He had always been indifferent about it, but when he touched her there it was always magical to her.

Terrence’s hand there now, lulled her and she wondered if she wanted to add another flower there on her ribs and if she wanted him to come and hold her hand this time…

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Wicked Wednesday #277 — Eavesdropping

Every time Eliza was with Terrence post-Lily, she always made sure that it was private. That no one could eavesdrop on their conversation.

She felt confident in this when she brought him to her favorite bar, with her favorite bartender Josephine. Josephine had secrets of Eliza’s, that Eliza was sure that Josephine would bring to her grave.

Bringing Terrence there was a leap of faith, and to show him she was not ashamed of him. She was not sure where his insecurity was coming from, but she wanted to put an end to it.

Her bare arms shivered with the slight chill of the air in the bar, and from the heat of Terrence’s body so close to hers. She softly sipped Laphroaig from her glass, its smokiness combined with ice familiar and satisfying to

her.

He looked at her reverently. The way he looked at her always made her pause. Made her aware of the moment, made her present, stained her with love. She moved closer to him, and the simple touch of his shirt against her arm scalded her with desire. She watched him sip the amber fluid–straight, no ice–thinking she would savor the taste when she kissed him.

“Josephine is Rafe’s sister’s partner. But I knew her first, she and I go way back.”

“So the bartender knows Rafe?”

Eliza realized she had not said any of the things that she knew as fact to him before. She had not thought of how they would affect Terrence.

“Yes.”

“And you brought me here? So she can judge me? So she can see how different I am from Rafe?”

Eliza’s eyes widened, but before she could could open her mouth, Josephine answered for her.

“No, she brought you here because she is in love with you, and she wanted to show you off to me. Eliza only brings people who matter to her here.”

Josephine pulled her tie, and walked down the counter. Eliza’s eyes floated to Terrence to see if he was watching her, but he met her eyes when she looked at him.

She was quiet.

“I don’t know what is wrong with me, Eliza. I have never been like this before. I am not an insecure man, I don’t know what this is.”

She leaned in, and took his hand.

“I am here, I am always here for you. I don’t care what is going on, I am here and we will deal with it together.”

His eyes looked grateful for an instant, before he squeezed her hand and kissed it.

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Wicked Wednesday #276 — Foreigner

They looked at each other like foreigners.

Eliza was not sure what to say to Terrence, and he looked at her like he was not sure what to say to her.

“You are why I am so together as I am…” Terrence said.

She looked at him, her heart full, and she closed her eyes.

“Okay.”

And he became familiar to her again, when she felt him warm so close to her from underneath his skin.

When she felt his heart.

“But you have to understand that it is hard for me–now–when I know that I cannot compete with Rafe, and people see us together in a photo, and wonder who is she with when she is engaged to Mr. Perfect?”

“I don’t care–”

Eliza was getting animated, and about to wave her arms. when Terrence held them, and used them to pull her close to him to let his lips hover over her parted ones. She was hungry for his kiss, and pursed her lips over his as he licked their contours.

“I know you don’t care…” he stated, his tongue in the crook of her lips before he kissed her. She pulled him close to her, and pressed herself against him with the fever he created in her. He responded to her with equal fever, and she was practically scorched by the time they were naked and one on his bed.

This was what she knew, this was who they were to each other and there was nothing foreign about that for her. Nothing foreign as her body cooled with spent fever after…

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Wicked Wednesday #275 — Eye Contact

Eliza looked down at her metallic heels, the light that shone off them was like moonlight. She needed that brightness, to contrast the darkness inside her.

It was melodramatic, but her eye contact with Terrence had been so flat and she had dressed all up for him.

“Are you okay?” she questioned haltingly, her hand on her chest where her clevage was soft even to her own touch.

His eyes were flat, and his mouth had no trace of a smile which was something she was not accustomed to since they had been together.

“I’m fine,” he shrugged, walking past her and she looked at his the texture of his skin and took in his heat. She did not believe him, but this was a mood she had never encountered with him before.

She studied his face, and he broke out into a smile despite himself.

“Tell me,” she dared, looking into his eyes.

He looked into her eyes.

“Just a lot, looking for a job, seeing the article…”

Eliza felt herself frown remembering her conversation with Rafe about it.

“I–”

“I do not care about being seen with you, but who am I? Compared to Rafe? In terms of my life right now? At least if I was somebody for people to say she is with him…”

“Terrence, I love you, I–”

“I know you love me, but look at the men who are in your life. Rafe, Oscar and me…”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you have to ask? What do you think all of this is? This is me loving you, and falling apart.”

“You are saying I am why your life is falling apart.

Their eye contact was icy, and neither of them looked away…

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Wicked Wednesday #274 — Celebrity

There was a bit of celebrity that Eliza dealt with being involved with Rafe. He was a high roller, and very well off otherwise so being in a relationship with him meant that people noticed her. Sometimes alone, but this time she was with Terrence and the gossip columnist who depicted her inquired as to who she was with that was not Rafe in the newspaper.

Rafe sat at the table, tight-jawed and sipping his coffee like he had an issue with it. But he did not say a word to her. He barely even looked at her at all. Eliza attended to her scrambled eggs like an eager lady in waiting.

When she pressed her fork on the last bit of egg, Rafe spoke:

“You know, I never was ever pictured with another woman and I know that that is not exactly a claim to fame since I was seeing Sev behind your back, but you were even seeing Oscar and you were never as reckless as you are with this Terrence.”

“Reckless? I’m reckless?”

“Eliza…”

“I opened up our relationship so we could explore other options, and you are the one who is always jealous when you are the genesis to why it is like that in the first place, the why we are open. You made a big fuss about Terrence, and the thing is…”

“Eliza…”

“I’m in love with him, and I am trying to figure this all out. I am trying to figure this all out and be with you and be with him. I am trying to make my love work.”

“I know what we have,” he said, taking her hand and squeezing it. “But everyone out there does not understand and I do not want anyone to confuse what is going on with us.”

“I know, I am sorry, but I am in love with him and I was not expecting that at all.”

They looked at each other for a long while, focusing on their clasped hands. No one would see this, them together and understanding that being open has its risks.

Their tiny bit of local celebrity exposed them.

Eliza closed her eyes, as she remembered how happy she had been at that moment with Terrence frozen in the newspaper black and white grid. Moments before he held her so close, she thought she would burst from love.

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Wicked Wednesday #273 — Flying

All Eliza heard in her head was “You Sent Me Flying” by Amy Winehouse, for no particular reason. Lying beside Terrence, she sighed heavily and he moved with her breath.

She froze.

Did he know that she had watched him all of that time? After they made love, and after they cuddled?

Her lips pressed together, she heard her breath deepen as his did even though she stayed awake. She looked at the gentle rise and fall of his body. She watched his eyelids flutter like fierce butterflies. At some point, he was just still and she watched him.

The way she felt about him was different than she had ever felt about anyone else. Her emotional skill set was being used in a very different way than she had ever used it before. With him–interacting with him–she relied heavily on her intuition, and just her raw emotion.

She wanted to be with him, because she was in love with him.

For better, or for worse.

“See something you like?”

Eliza rubbed her nose against his, and then licked him before she kissed him.

Terrence pulled her on top of him, and she poured herself all over him. It felt so good with him, so natural, nothing could talk her out of him.

He pushed her onto him deeper, and she groaned while she beat her hands against his chest and rode him like their lives depended on it.

And they did…

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Wicked Wednesday #272 — Black & White/ Kink of the Week: Going Commando

Eliza felt damp underneath the black and white dress that she wore. She was annoyed with Terrence, and it was the first time she had really been so despite everything that happened between them.

But even mad, even wanting to throw him out of a window, when she looked at him something happened inside of her.

He moved closer to her, and she looked at him first hopelessly, vulnerably. Then she squared her shoulders, and felt how tight her jaw was.

“No, no, you cannot just sweet talk me out of this,” she said quietly, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

That was all he said, without smiling like usual to soften her. His expression was solemn almost, and his eyes locked with hers.

Naked beneath her waist. Eliza had on only a black and white bra, under her black and white dress. Naked the rest of way down, she felt her clit thicken and twitch with desire.

She fluttered her eyelashes, and looked away from him.

He kissed her where her lashes fell.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he repeated as a litany.

He pressed her to the wall, and she drowned in his scent and emotion before he slipped his hand under her skirt and she heard his surprised gasp.

“You’re not–”

She leaned up and kissed him. He pulled her close, and he slapped her backside, his fingers sticking a bit because they were damp with her moisture.

Pressing her pelvis to his, Eliza let him crush her to him even more. She looked up at him, this time vulnerable and scared.

The way she felt about him terrified her, and being in his arms made her feel like loose lava. He caressed her, at the top of her triangle and she squirmed which made him spank her.

Her desire raged only from the waist down, although she could feel her nipples were hard against the cups of her bra.

He said he was sorry, and she allowed him to pleasure her. She gave into him.

Like usual.

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Wicked Wednesday #271 — Hotel (Reprint)

This week I am doing the Top Three for Wicked Wednesday!!! I thought since I cannot vote for myself, I would reprint my first Wicked. You can find my top three here:

Eliza was always waiting. As a younger woman with her friends in bars looking for Mr. Goodbar like the novel and movie she had read and seen. Now she was in the hotel bar waiting for her fiance. Curled protectively over her drink, she thought about all the things going on in her life, all at once at a pace she could barely control. Slowly, a man sat beside her at the crowded bar, everything about him was slow, measured including his smile at her. Eliza felt inside her as if everything had stilled in that moment.
She tried to be still, still curled over her drink. The man did not even seem to notice her after he smiled, which she felt was for the best as she stirred her drink aimlessly with the cutoff straw that was inside it. She crossed her legs, hooking her ankle so her legs seemed crossed twice.
“You’re engaged?”
Eliza’s lips had just touched the rim of her glass, as she looked up at him startled by his sudden speech.
“Yes,” she choked slightly even though she had not had a sip. Looking around nervously to avoid looking in the man’s eyes, she remembered she was waiting for her fiance conveniently.
“Looking for your fiance? He’s probably not going to come.”
“What do you mean?”
She was sure her eyes darkened like Rafe told her they did when she was mad at him. The stranger was taken off his game for a moment which pleased her.
“I mean I don’t think your fiance is going to come, and I think you are coming with me.”
He held her upper arm loosely, but his grip was firm nonetheless.
“My fiance–”
His finger on her mouth was soft, almost a caress, and she was lulled into silence. She knocked over her drink, and burned with embarrassment. When she looked up at the bartender, he waved her off and she got off the stool as she was being gestured to by this man who she did not know. Her heart was beating calmly, nothing about her was wild as he took her out of the bar.
They waited near the elevators, as he took out a pack of cigarettes. He offered her one, she shook her head but he kept the cigarettes extended until she took one.
“You are going to have a hard time with the obey part of the vows, aren’t you?”
“They do not have that in the vows anymore.”
“They should,” he said inhaling smoke.
Eliza raised her eyebrow at him as he lit a cigarette for her. She had stopped smoking a few years ago when she became domesticated, or rather when she started living with Rafe. But now the feeling of the cigarette in her mouth made her feel happy. Made her think of a time when she was free. It was almost as if she were that person again.
“You think so, huh?” she said blowing out her own cloud of smoke. “Does your wife obey you?”
He snorted.
“I’m not married. But if you vow to be with a man you should obey him, and he should protect you.”
Eliza inhaled and shook her head. She wondered if Rafe was looking for her now. It was a very dim thought in her head, she did not think it would be awful for him to wonder where his perfect fiancée was for a moment.
Perfect, perfect, that was what he said about her and what he expected. She did obey him, and he did protect her but it was hard to be perfect.
“My fiance is perfect,” Eliza said out loud what she was thinking.
“Then what are you doing out here with a stranger when he is looking for you?”
Shrugging and swinging her cigarette back with her arms, from her perfect black dress that Rafe loved her in so much, she declared.
“I am not perfect.”
He grabbed her and kissed her so hard she thought she would lose her breath. Her lips throbbed from his after he pulled away from her, and put his arm about her.
The elevator was right on time and they walked into it. It was mirrored all around and she could see every angle of their bodies.
He kissed her again, this time she was not out of breath but wanted more even as he gave it. When they pulled away this time, he lifted her chin so she looked up at him.
“Are you going to obey me?”
“I am not getting married to you,” she stuck out a her tongue with insouciance.
He pulled her close to him.
“But I will protect you if you do.”
“Protect me from what?” she questioned looking up into his eyes. He looked down at her without blinking.
“From what will happen if you don’t obey me.”
Her eyes fell to the floor, she felt him looking at her. When he tilted her chin to look up at him again, she tried to avoid his gaze, but he made her look.
“I have simple rules: no names, no questions, no guilt and you keep your ring on.”
“That’s it?”
He nodded then pressed her to the coolness of the mirrored wall, kissing her so that she almost believed she would go through the glass. Peeking for just a moment as they kissed at the overhead mirror to see how it looked to have him cover her. The view made her so wet she shifted her legs, so he pressed himself all the more to her. She moaned unexpectedly even to herself, as he kissed her neck which was always her weakness.
They came to his floor and managed not to look so disheveled, since she could see in the mirrored hallways. But in his room, he did not turn on the lights. There was just the light from the moon outside.
“No lights?”
She clapped her hand over her mouth.
No questions.
He took her hand from her mouth and kissed it. She did feel protected from herself when he did that, as if to say he was okay that she had forgotten for a moment.
He pulled her hands up over her head, and pulled her body closer than close to his. Eliza was on a tilt as if dangling from a puppeteer’s string, pressed herself to him and closed her eyes opening herself to the darkness. His mouth on hers was so divine she almost wanted to pull out all of her hair as he tugged at it, her hand rose tugging at her hair with his until he kissed her fingers after pulling her hand away.
Everything she experienced was going to be him: his hands, his mouth, his body. And he was much more gentle than she would have expected considering how brutish he came off at the bar and in front of the hotel smoking. She liked the smell of cigarette smoke on their clothes as they floated past her against the wall.
Against the wall he pounded into her, her head rolling and bobbing, knocking her into another reality. He held her so close she almost could not breathe, she closed her eyes and embraced this other world she was in where she was not perfect. A world in which her arms were tight around a man whose name she did not know, but whose savory scent she wanted to scrape with her teeth.
Because it would end, this would end…
They dressed in the moonlight, and he walked her back out into mirrored hallway, and into the mirrored elevator where she watched him cover her overhead in the mirror again with a kiss. The elevator opened and revealed the bar from a distance. Eliza walked out first, Rafe was standing facing the opposite way at the bar. She walked over to him with a spring in her step, knowing she was imperfect.

Wicked Wednesday #270 — Bond

“Who was he?” Terrence had asked when he saw the look Eliza and Oscar exchanged in the stairwell, and now Eliza looked at Oscar.

They were at their favorite bar, and Josephine was still there when they got there.

“Long time no see,” she had mused while pouring them straight Laphroaig, the smokiness stayed in Eliza’s mouth as she eyed Oscar.

There was a bond between them–a forever bond–and she knew what he was thinking even without looking at him.

“You’re in love with him.” Oscar stated simply, taking a gulp of smoky Laphroaig.

Eliza wrapped her arms about herself.

She had been in love before, but Terrence was the first time that she was in love with someone, and so much of it was what she wanted. Not based on her expectations of what the other person wanted.

With Rafe, she was under so much pressure–that was how she met Oscar. But Terrence was Paris, and then coming back to New York and wanting him. Her want for him was so raw.

“It’s not like what it was like when you met me, with Rafe, you know?” she stated keeping one arm wrapped about her, and the other picking up her drink. “You were how I learned to love differently. Better.”

Oscar smiled.

“You taught me how to love too,” he said, smiled and picked up her hand to kiss it.

And she felt it, Oscar like always.

On her hand, between her legs.

Liquid lightning.

Because she loved him, and she would always love him.

But she was in love with Terrence…

“So yeah,” Eliza said, licking her lips and tasting Laphroaig on them. “I am in love with him.”

“And he is clearly in love with you. What man would not be in love with you?”

He leaned close, and closer, and his lips touched her cheek like they used to touch her lips.

 

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