In her frustrated state of mind, Dianne Coleman welcomed the cool, sweet-tasting drink A.C. Faro handed her before sitting down beside her on the davenport in the comfortable living-room. He had switched on soft, indirect lighting and soothing, listening music, the latter seeming to immediately react, as might a tranquilizer, on her frayed nerves. Thank God, she was very much at ease in his company; it had to do with them sharing the same plight, she supposed; for some reason, he made it all bearable and she was grateful to him.
Mark's horrible behavior of trying to pawn her off on another man, then, disappearing with the affable gentleman's wife for obvious… sexual reasons, had nearly unnerved her entirely, and probably would have had it not been for the noble Commissioner's behavior. As for the events that followed on the sun-deck of the club, she couldn't, and didn't, blame him for that. A natural reaction to a natural function, he had said, and she realized it had been just that.
Even so, recollection of the erotic episode embarrassed her now that she sat beside him in the light of his splendid living-room… the memory of his hand on her naked breast, and the other… petting and probing right up into her vagina… but she hadn't tried to restrain him with any great amount of vigor, either… Lord, she'd really acted like a wanton, hadn't she…? But, at least, no damage had been done, and they'd had sense enough to stop… which was probably more than Mark and Tonya Faro could say right at that very moment… Oh God, she just couldn't think anymore about that or she would burst right out crying again. And heaven knew, this poor man beside her had as much reason to weep as did she.
Now, she looked over at him. He was staring blankly down at his drink. She couldn't help but admire his forced calm acceptance of the situation. Her heart went out to him; she tried to think of something to say that would take his mind from it, at least for a moment.
"What is it?" she asked, holding up the milky appearing liquid he had poured them, as if to examine it.
"Pernod, with water," he replied. "I thought it was what we both needed. It's very relaxing and you can drink considerable of it." He paused, studying his own glass. "It seems we're going to have that much time on our hands… We might as well try to enjoy it."
Dianne thought about that. God, how could she enjoy anything, knowing that Mark was someplace… making love to another woman…? "Will… will they come back here eventually, do you think?"
"Yes, I suppose… eventually… when they've enjoyed their fill of each other… when they're all fucked out."
Dianne sensed her cheeks flushing hotly at the sound of the obscene word, and a little tightness gripped at the pit of her stomach. "Oh please, A.C… don't use that language," she pleaded, reaching over and placing her small soft hand over his in sympathy. "I-I understand how you feel. Lord knows, I'm no better myself… but we must keep our heads, mustn't we?"
"Must we?" He looked at her, his gaze level, his eyes searching her face virilely, his big hand all of a sudden encompassing her own.
Dianne gave a little start. It was the first time she'd noticed any sign of sexual desire in his expression; even following the episode on the sun-deck, he'd shown no indication of further advances, although she knew he'd been greatly aroused, even as she had been. A little tremor of apprehension ran through her: she didn't want to offend him, but she had to put a stop to this right away. She sipped at her drink, then placed it on the table beside her, forcing a smile.
"You know we must, Commissioner," she managed, her tiny, pink tongue-tip easing out to run the length of her pouting lower-lip somewhat nervously.
"Do I? You keep telling me that, Dianne, but I haven't quite bought it, yet." He made an easy smile, his thumb rotating caressingly over the back of her soft, smooth hand. "You forgot… you were supposed to be my love-partner for the night… and that's damned hard for me to ignore. You're a very lovely girl, Dianne… and damned desirable. And…" he hesitated for the slightest of moments, "your husband is laying my wife at probably this very moment."
She felt a slight hitch in her breathing as he held to her hand and began to move closer to her.
"Please," she said, making an effort to withdraw it. "I-I didn't know that… about the swapping arrangements, I mean… Mark didn't tell me… My God, I could never agree to such a thing…"
"Am I that offensive to you?" he put to her. He had set his drink on the coffee table, was still holding tightly to her hand, and now with the other was smoothing up her other naked arm as he inched even closer to her.
"No, no… you know it's not that," Dianne said, shaking her head over-enthusiastically, her eyes widening in growing alarm, the gentle touch of his warm hand moving over her flesh reminding her of the prurient sensations he had incited within her on the sun-deck not an hour before. Somehow… somehow, she had to put a stop to this… "It's simply… well… I'm just not that type of girl… I-I regard my… my marriage vows are being sacred… and… and I could never defile them…"
"And how do you suppose Mark regards them?"
"I-I… Oh God, I don't know… I don't believe he even knows. He's just all mixed up… so damned engrossed in this election… of becoming senator that he doesn't realize what he's doing. But Mark's my husband, A.C… and I love him! It'll all work out, I know it will," she said emphatically, again trying to loosen herself from his grasp and move back away from him; he held her fast, his handsome face only inches from her now cringing, frightened one, until she could read plainly the mounting desire gleaming there.
"Sure…" he said, a strange change coming to his voice. "It'll work out… providing you do what's expected of you, Baby… Right now, you're the key to his future… and that's why you're here with me… I'm the lock controlling the door… and you're the key to open me." He grinned meaningfully. "Politicians are ruthless men, Dianne, especially the power-hungry Coleman clan… maybe, you've already discovered that for yourself. It's in their blood… inherent, so as to speak… and they'll sell their souls for it… or yours."
"I-I don't believe that!" Dianne lied, not wanting to accept his words even though deep down she felt them to be true. She tried to lean back away from him as he continued to grin at her, his now, almost lecherous eyes suddenly dropping their level to the deep soft white cleft separating her rapidly rising and falling, breasts and absorbing them, hungrily. Slowly, they raked back up over her to lock with her confusion-filled eyes. He went on smiling, but the expression had transformed into a lascivious, suggestive one.
"There's no use fighting it any longer, my dear," he half-whispered. "We're wasting time… and there's no way out; except to fuck… or else Mark's, and your, whole futures go down the drain…"
He was that close that she could smell the faint essence of cologne from his face, and for the first time she detected the near imperceptible age lines around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. A shudder of fear mixed with a sudden obscene stimulation rippled over her at his lewd suggestion.
"Oh no… no," she exclaimed. "Please…!"
"Who're you trying to fool, little girl, yourself?" he said, sharply, his eyes narrowing. "Because you're not kidding me one little bit. That tight, sweet pussy of yours wants it so bad that I'm almost afraid to shove my cock into it… it might eat it alive…"
"Oh God, please, A.C… stop! Please stop!" she begged, feeling the hot tears seeping into her eyes once more.
"No… no, I'm not going to stop," he said evenly. "Because I know you want it just as bad as I want to give it to you… and because there's no way out of it, Darling… unless you're prepared to answer to Mark… Do you follow me clearly?"
Dianne couldn't hold back the sinking sensation creeping over her as she stared into his sudden lust-incited face. Oh God, yes, she followed him only too clearly! And she'd thought he had been go kind… such a gentleman! Then, Mark's words flickered through her mind once more: "You do anything to upset my applecart… you make one wrong move…!" Dear Lord, after the way he'd struck her for nothing… the vicious look on his face… She was afraid of him… afraid of what he really might do to her should she destroy this alliance of his with the Reed Machine…!
She was trapped! Completely and hopelessly caught in a web of circumstances spun by unscrupulous, coldly calculating men…!
"Oh… please don't!" she gasped in surprise, making another effort to free herself, but it was useless. His hand had snaked around her slender waist and drew her tightly to him. "Please… please…" she begged.
He kissed her, his hot mouth crushing down hard against the soft petals of her lips, his other hand moving upward along her cringing ribs to her full, erect breast and smothering it in its huge palm, his long thick fingers kneading and caressing while the breath reluctantly seeped out of her.
Suddenly, she was trembling with strange sensations, a wave of mixed emotions spreading through her… shame, humiliation and anger, blended with the unsurpressable physical need of her love-starved body. Her loins tingled between her legs at his powerful masculine nearness; still, she struggled, though not violently, not hating or despising him for what he was doing, yet hardly appreciating or fully giving herself to the pleasure of it. His obvious lust frightened her, repelled her, and the fact that he was forcing himself upon her caused rage and humiliation to seize simultaneous control, momentarily; but she couldn't ignore the resurrected tingling sensations he had revived and sent racing vibrantly over her whole body at the gentle stroking of her breast.
Oh God, she had to fight him… she had to! He kissed her again and again, his hot wet mouth and tongue moving eagerly over her face. She sensed her wits leaving her as the hot sensuous craving increased in her belly; almost unconsciously she slipped her arms upward around his neck and opened her mouth to his searching tongue.
She gasped breathlessly into his mouth, the nipple of her breast hardening erectly as he pinched and rolled it gently through her clothes, initiating further little electric-like shocks of excitement to swirl through her, even as her shame rose up in her throat in an effort to choke and counter-balance this madness that was taking command of her.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Baby… and you're going to love it," he breathed hotly into her open mouth, running his hand down her ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and along her outer thigh, then back up to press beneath her and cup the softness of her buttocks.
Her whole voluptuous body recoiled and tensed against him and she tried to fight him in earnest, but it was simple for him to control her with his powerful hands and his heavy body half on top of her.
"You luscious bitch!" he repeated. "I'm going to fuck yon like you've never been fucked before…!"
"Oh God, no… no! Please… you can't… We can't… We just can't…!" Dianne moaned, her brain reeling in the throes of the strange conflicting emotions overwhelming her, wagging her head negatively and causing her long blonde silken-hair to whip back and forth; yet, even as the words tumbled from her lips she sensed the barriers of her restraint slowly crumbling, the very sound of the obscene words he used strangely exciting her.
"Yes… yes, we can, Dianne," he breathed softly, covering her mouth with his and sucking at her lips, his big hand suddenly moving up beneath her dress, smoothing along the soft skin of her tightly clenched, warm thighs. "I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight little cunt of yours… hold that beautiful ass tight in my hands and fuck into you until you pour out every last ounce of this pent-up feeling that's tearing you apart," he hissed as she stared fixedly into his eyes, her breathing increasing with every licentious passion-building word that came from his mouth. "But first I'm going to lick and suck that little pussy like you've never dreamed of in your lifetime…" he went on, his hand coursing up over the flat plane of her now quivering belly, then back down to the thin, nylon covered swell of her pubic mound to gently stroke and tease at her dampening vaginal split beneath. "And you're going to love me for it… love and beg me to fuck and fuck and fuck you…"
"Ooohhhh," Dianne breathed heavily, her arms encircling tightly around his neck in a sudden uncontrollable burst of passion, her aroused body could not, and did not want to, harness. Her fear was still strong inside her, but it was no longer fear of her dilemma, nor of her husband, nor what she knew was to come… but simply fear at her own collapse of principals and morals… for as certain as she wantonly kissed him at that moment, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth, while his hand that she had let slip down between her soft yielding thighs pressed and rubbed at her nylon-shielded, palpitating, moist pussy, she knew that she was going to let this unscrupulous, handsome man make love to her…
"Are you ready, Darling?" he whispered, suddenly removing his taunting hand from beneath her dress and slipping it under both of her legs at the knees. "Ready to be sucked and fucked and made love to like you've never had it in your life…?"
"Oh God… Oh God, yes, yes!" her mind blurted involuntary, hardly realizing the words had come from her own mouth. "Love me, Darling! Love me! I need it so bad…!"