A Centaur for Libby Page 7

  “I…I’ve never done that in front of anyone.”

  “Good. I will be the first.”

  Libby placed her hand on her belly. This was going to be hard. “Tell me again,” she begged. “Tell me…I have to.”

  “You do have to, Libby, unless you want a spanking.”

  Her pussy spasmed. Oh god, he wouldn’t, would he? Her ass burned in wicked anticipation. How did he know she had fantasized about that, years ago when she was in college?

  “I won’t tell you again, Libby. Obey me, or roll onto your stomach.”

  She touched her belly. She was tempted to take the spanking.

  Markos removed his jacket and shirt and took off his pants. He had no trouble with the zipper this time. Her heart stopped a moment as he pulled down his boxers. His cock stood tall and proud, the condom still on, indicting he had maintained his erection. His balls were full as before, maybe more so. She remembered his words, about how he would be hard for her all night long.

  Finally she could admire the whole of his body, free of any encumbrance. While she herself would never feel comfortable enough to go naked, she could clearly see why Markos would want to. This was not a body to cover over. This was a body straight and proud, the sheer essence of masculinity, broad shoulders tapering to a perfect waist, lean lines leading the eye from torso to strong thighs and long legs.

  Very strong thighs, actually. As powerful as any she had ever seen on a male. And his torso was long too, more so than average. Interesting. He really did remind her of a statue. What was it she had learned in school, about how the proportions were altered so as to be viewed from a distance?

  “You are not obeying me,” said the naked man from Constellia.

  The man who spoke like her dreams and had a voice that reminded her of a centaur.

  “No,” she had to agree. “I am not obeying you.”

  His lips thinned. Amusement shown in his eyes behind his stern tones. “The lady is looking for punishment.”

  “Perhaps…”

  “Turn over, Libby.”

  “Do I have to?”

  “Yes.”

  Libby inhaled, sucking in her chest. “Yes, Sir.” She rolled herself over, pressing her breasts into the comforter. She dug her toes in, bracing herself for the unknown.

  Markos made her wait, just long enough. She could hear his breathing, she knew he was close, but he was not yet touching her. The anticipation built, worse she was sure than any punishment he could deliver.

  She felt the displacement as he sat beside her. “When this is over.” He laid his hand on her buttock. “You will turn back over and you will do what you were told to before.”

  Libby moaned slightly as he moistened his finger, sliding it along the edges of her sex lips. He wasn’t looking to masturbate her, only to gain lubrication so he could insert a finger into her tight anal opening. No man had been there before. Ever.

  He explored briefly, loosening her, relaxing her muscles. She had nearly forgotten anything more was coming. Then he removed his hand and told her what to expect. “Ten spanks,” he said. “You will count them out.”

  She cried out in shock from the first. It didn’t hurt, but it did sting.

  “You neglected to count,” he said. “We will start again.”

  “One,” she exclaimed as he landed the second blow, warm and firm. Her flesh reverberated against his palm.

  He smacked her again.

  “Two,” she moaned.

  “You seem to enjoy this.” He sampled her pussy with his finger gauging her wetness. “Mmm…quite tasty.”

  Libby groaned. Before she could think of replying she had been spanked afresh. “Three,” she confirmed, knowing she was only inviting more.

  “I will come inside your pussy, Libby. I will make you scream until you lose your voice.”

  It was not a boast, it was a statement of intention, one she had no doubt he would carry out. “F-four,” she managed to say.

  His words cut through her, sharp as the blows of his hand. He followed up quickly with five and six and seven before she had a chance to think. She was clawing at the comforter by now, squirming and thrusting her belly downward, almost unconsciously as if she could build up enough pressure to come, to turn the whole scene in another direction.

  “Lie still,” he cautioned, making number eight extra hard.

  “Nnnn…” she responded, clenching her bottom. The fire was ripping through her, a steady pouring over her nerve endings. How would she ever lie back on her behind?

  He waited for her to gasp out eight and then he went for nine. After this he paused, rubbing the superheated surface of both globes. Libby clenched her teeth. At this point the light contact was as explosively stimulating as the spanks.

  “One more, my sweet angel, or should I say, my lovely lady justice.”

  Libby didn’t feel much like a lady or an angel. She was down and dirty, pure and nasty female flesh, wickedly punished and delightfully eroticized.

  “Ten,” she exhaled. “Mother…fucking…ten.”

  “Over,” said Markos.

  Libby wanted a kiss, a reward for her pliancy. As she flipped over onto her inflamed backside, she reached up for his lips. But Markos stayed out of range.

  “You must obey,” he said, putting her mind into its proper framework.

  She nodded. “I will, Markos.” And with that she slid her hand over her hip to the apex of her thighs. The flesh was slick with her fluids. The spanking had been an aphrodisiac, much to her shame and delight.

  Libby shuddered at the first touch. She closed her eyes, reveling.

  “Keep your eyes open,” he said. “Keep your eyes on me.”

  Markos was alongside her, his head propped up on his elbow. She turned her head to see him, just inches away. “I want to be good,” she told him. “I want to be pleasing for you.”

  “You are,” he said. “You are being a good girl.”

  Her belly clenched. “Markos…” She flicked her finger over her clitoris. “May I come…for you?”

  “Yes,” he said. “You may come for me.”

  The fingers no longer felt like her own. They were an extension of him, instruments of his will and her body responded accordingly. The climax ripped through her, like a hot knife to the soul. No true pain, but agonizing nonetheless. The first orgasm was like a storm breaking over the desert, the hot, chafed land of her spanked skin. Flashes of lightning and roaring thunder.

  From there came the second orgasm, an irresistible opening, rain, pouring down over her world, bubbles of bliss, gurgling, filling every bit of the void in her soul.

  But it was only the beginning. Markos had yet to stake his claim, to take his place as orchestrator. This he did now, rolling on top of her and sinking his cock inside her in a single smooth motion so natural and practiced one would think he did it a thousand times.

  The fit felt perfect. All along the length of her canal, Libby squeezed to accommodate, her inner flesh molding itself, as if to make an imprint to last forever. No other cock could fill her like this. In one instant, Libby felt spoiled, for any other man, for any other sexual liaison.

  She felt the beating of his heart against her chest. Her breasts were squashed, her nipples burning holes into his hard muscles. Their chests fit, too, amazingly, and so did the sound of their breathing. Everything, from the mingling of their sweat, to the complementary shading of their hair spelled match. So too, the natural stubbornness of each. The proud, indomitable spirit.

  Their fingers interlaced. She locked her ankles behind him, wanting him as deep as a man could get. He stayed like this, perfectly still for a long time, offering soft kisses along her forehead and eyebrows. These had always been special spots for her and most men overlooked them. Markos was not most men.

  She made a little mewling sound, shifting her hips in a gentle hint. She wanted sex, rough and fast. Markos did not immediately oblige. He continued calming her, slowing her pulse even as he tightened the invisi
ble cords connecting her pussy to every other part of her.

  The implications were clear. When he did start to move she was going to be like a wildcat. Unstoppable, not at all open to reason. The heavens could open, a thousand people could walk through that door to watch and she would not be able to stop.

  “Patience, my lady.”

  “Now you want me to be a lady,” she complained.

  He laughed lightly, the motion making his cock swell inside her.

  She uttered a mild epithet. This time he replied with action, rearing back. He showed restraint yet again, this time holding himself just an inch inside her. Desperate to keep connected, she lifted her ass.

  “No, Libby.” He spoke sternly, a definite turn-on.

  “Fuck…” she hissed, collapsing.

  “I want to treasure this moment,” he said. “Your face as you anticipate. This is going to end so fast, you know…our whole lives will end fast.”

  “In that case, what are you waiting for? We’re not getting any younger.”

  Markos slammed himself down, driving her into the bed. “You asked for it.”

  Libby grunted. “Fuck, yeah, I did and I want more.”

  He lifted himself and did it again. “Is that what you had in mind?”

  “More,” she dared him. “Or don’t you have it in you?”

  Markos obliged, though she could tell he was restraining himself. A man like this could really cause her pain, but it was not in his nature. Erotic spankings, yes, and even a little painful wrestling. But he was a gentleman.

  Or was it a gentleconstellian?

  “Libby,” he said, his face intent and full of marvel. “This…is…it.”

  He pumped her a half dozen times in rapid succession. She could have measured it by heartbeats but it felt like it went on forever as she ascended with him to the top of the icy mountain. Or was it a volcano? At any event they erupted together, his semen blasting from his cock on the sixth downstroke. Her arms were thrown about his neck. She dug her small teeth into his shoulder. She was coming too, though she could not breathe, nor could she move of her own accord. She was an extension of him, a part of the living symbiosis that was their mutual sexual fulfillment.

  Such perfect timing, the rhythm, exquisite, the sharing, ideal. One woman, one man, a shared journey. She could almost feel the glue pouring out to bind them, their memories and hopes. Like they had always known each other.

  And yet they hadn’t even had a real conversation. She had no clue who he was and in all likelihood he didn’t either. Libby thought glumly of those women who marry men in prison. She always thought that to be incomprehensible and here she was having feelings for a man who probably needed serious hospitalization.

  Damn it, did she say she had feelings for him?

  This was just sex. A one-nighter to get things out of their systems.

  After removing the condom, Markos turned her to her side and slid up against her back. She felt so very comfortable like this and so completely protected. Even her sore behind felt soothed by the contact of his skin. She could sleep so well. Without dreams. Who needed them, after all, when one was getting the real thing?

  Markos’ arms wrapped around her. “Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.

  “For what?” she marveled.

  “For sharing yourself.”

  She had another lump in her throat. He sensed her freezing up. “Libby, you have to tell me what’s wrong. We can’t ignore it any longer.”

  “I don’t have to share everything,” she said, a little more caustically than she might have wished. “You don’t.”

  “I suppose that’s fair,” he agreed. “It is true, I have not revealed everything to you. I can’t take a chance and overwhelm you, that’s all.”

  Libby sat up, her fragile peace shattered.

  Should have figured it wouldn’t last, right?

  “Don’t give me that mumbo jumbo you can’t handle the truth stuff,” she declared. “You are not Jack Nicholson and I’m not Tom Cruise.”

  As usual her brilliant barb went over his head.

  “Tom who?” he asked.

  She threw up her hands. “Honestly, what is the point of being so culturally savvy and ironic when you’re hanging out with Mr. Spock. And don’t ask about him, either, it’s too complex. He’s a guy with pointy ears who likes to be logical.”

  “Pointed ears like an elf, you mean? Because I have known some in my day and they aren’t logical.”

  Libby took both her hands in his, settling herself, Indian style. “Markos, I really like you. Not like like, but I like you as a friend. So as a friend, I need to tell you, you have to get some help.”

  “Help with what?”

  Here goes, she thought. The part where she wasn’t liable to get much credit for being bluntly honest. “Help with your…delusions. I know you’re into this Constellia and all but it can’t be real, you know in your heart it can’t.”

  To her amazement he started to laugh, very softly, almost to himself.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I was just thinking how as a child I used to be chided by my elders for telling stories about human beings. No one believes in them, you see, where I come from. Oh, we have some biped creatures that look like you, the Aquarians, the Geminis, the Virgos and the Libras, but they aren’t anything like you Earth people.”

  Libby sighed heavily, despairing now of ever getting through to him. Best to cut her losses, keep from getting hurt.

  “Where are you going?” he asked as she rose from the bed.

  “I need to get home, tomorrow is a workday.”

  “I had hoped we would have the night.”

  “Thank you for the offer, Markos, but…no.”

  “I have upset you,” he reasoned.

  “No, you haven’t done anything.”

  “Libby,” he said, affecting his tone of control. “Come back here.”

  A shiver went down her spine but she didn’t react. “I can’t play that game anymore, I’m sorry.”

  “In that case, I shall plead.” His eyes were soulful as he came to her. “Stay with me. Give me a chance to show you what is in my heart, what I know in my mind.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean, but it’s probably not a good idea.”

  His hands slipped around her waist. “Give me one chance. Please? If you are not convinced, I will leave you alone, just as you asked me before.”

  Libby felt a tug at her heart at the idea of never seeing him again. She wasn’t all that keen on leaving his side now either, truth be told. “One chance,” she agreed. “And that’s it.”

  He smiled broadly. “I knew I could count on you. I promise you, what you see will convince you.”

  Her brain burned with curiosity. What did he intend to do? Show slides?

  “So now what?” she asked.

  “We go back to bed,” he said.

  She took a step backward. “Oh, no, you’re not convincing me with sex. We tried that route.”

  “It’s not sex.” He shook his head. “It’s something potentially even more interesting for you.”

  “You’ve piqued my interest, that’s for sure.”

  She watched him as he went to his pants pocket and pulled out a silver disk with very fine etchings on it.

  “This is the amulet I need to help us connect in our minds. There are different words to say which would transport us physically.”

  Libby was less concerned with the words, which made no sense, than with the movement of his lips, full and rich…and his eyes which promised everything. Such a paradox. The steadiest soul she had ever encountered. Tough and brave, a natural leader. He could have been any number of lawyers or cops she had known. Even a soldier.

  A few moments later they were side by side in bed again, this time on their backs, holding hands, eyes focused on the plain white ceiling. “Are you ready to begin the journey?” he asked.

  “Sure,” she lied. “Any time you are.”

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��This will require concentration, I want you to have an open mind. And you mustn’t be frightened by anything you see.” He squeezed her hand, which felt good, even if she didn’t put much stock in what was going to happen.

  “You know I would never let anything bad happen to you, Libby.”

  She turned her head, delivering a quick kiss to his cheek. “I know that, Markos.”

  He had her take a deep breath and close her eyes again.

  “Argos gave me the words,” he told her. “It’s a spell of mind link.”

  She listened as he repeated a series of nonsense syllables. Deep and guttural, but quite elegant. It did sound like a language and for the first time she began to wonder if maybe he wasn’t right.

  “Velak moor-tay enamig, toras, day-ee,” said Markos. “Teran, vorel constelloram.”

  He sounded so sexy, she wanted to climb up on top of him. If he wasn’t holding her hand, she could reach for his cock, make it hard again. Then she could ride him or draw him deep into her mouth, tasting and milking his Constellian goodness.

  There was to be no moving on her part, though, not any time soon. For her limbs were feeling heavier with every word he was saying. His words sounded slurred, though she suspected it was her own ears. She was sinking, into some kind of abyss. He sounded far away.

  Not good.

  Libby opened her mouth to call out to him. No sounds registered that she could hear. She could not feel her lips or any other part of her. Okay, this wasn’t funny anymore.

  “Mar—kos…help!”

  Was she saying that out loud or thinking it?

  She was definitely falling now, though it was in slow motion. She was in the middle of a vortex, which smelled…purple. Damn it, had he drugged her? Some kind of crazy date rape thing? But that was silly. They had already made love. She had driven to the hotel even.

  Libby wasn’t sure, but it felt like she was picking up speed. She could see a little again and she was starting to feel like she had body back. There was air around her, some kind of sky, vaguely tangerine in color. She could taste it, like flowers. Stars were there, too, though it was not a night sky. Her own hand was there, vaguely in front of her face. And were those mountains underneath her, pink and yellow?