Heather & Thorne - Part One

Thorne awoke at dawn. Gazing out the window he saw the sun beginning to rise, splashing the sky with a hazy shade of gold. The grayness slowly turning into an ash blue. The growing sunlight reflected off the calm ocean as waves washed ashore with ease. He languidly got up from the bed and the sheets fell off his naked body onto the floor. He began stretching when a murmur escaped from his lover sleeping beside him. The memory of last night’s lovemaking lingered in the air as the sounds of her screams reverberated in his mind. He let her rest for now.

As exhausted as he was, Thorne could not fall back asleep. Heather, though not knowing it, had stolen his sleep for the night. She had such a hold on his soul. He bent over her naked body and gently brushed his hand against her cheek.

“Heather” he whispered. “My sweet Heather.”

He loved the way her name fell off his tongue. He loved the child-like innocence behind her smile and how in a heartbeat that very smile could become playful, even naughty. Her scent drove him wild. Her laughter filled the room like a sweet melody. Her insatiable appetite for sex matched his and she knew what he needed without any words spoken. He loved being her lover. In all his experiences with women, nothing compared to the way it was with Heather. She understood his need for dominance and played the submissive quite well. She realized with him it wasn’t a game - it was a lifestyle. Thorne’s controlling demeanor could be considered very intimidating to some women but Heather’s strong will and self-assurance enabled her to comply while still maintaining her dignity.

Thorne lit a cigarette and walked onto the balcony of his beach house in Malibu. He reflected back ten months ago, to the night they first met. A night he would not soon forget.

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It was a particular busy day in early December. He had business appointments all day with out of town editors and accountants at the Marriott Hotel in San Francisco. Thorne and his brother Brice were founders and creators of the newly acclaimed magazine The Real You; a publication written by the average person for the average person. What it lacked in glamour and pencil thin models, it made up for in interesting and informative articles appealing to the every day American. They spent years trying to market their ideas knowing the concept would be a hard sell. After three long years of hard work, determination, dedication, and long hours, finally paid off. A well-known publishing company took a chance with the magazine and within three months The Real You proved to be an incredible success. Sales were booming. The magazine slowly became a household name.

Thorne spent all day and half the evening discussing new layouts and budgets in a private conference room at the hotel. At ten o’clock he called it a day. He headed straight for the lounge to get a drink.

“Good evening sir, what's your pleasure tonight?” the bartender asked.

“I'll have a Vodka straight up.”

“Coming right up.”

Thorne took out a couple of twenties from his wallet. He planned to be here for a little while. He sipped his drink, lit a cigarette, and took a look around.

That's when he saw her. She sat at the far end of the bar wearing a dark red dress that hugged her slim figure and complimented her voluptuous breasts. Her dark brown hair was held up in a fancy twist. Her lips were nice and full and the color matched that of her dress. When she smiled. She dripped of sex appeal. Though not quite a movie queen beauty, she definitely made his dick hard. He didn't have much time for women lately but now that the magazine was taking flight he wanted to have some fun.

He scanned the room hoping to find another woman that struck his fancy. A threesome would be a nice reward for all his hard work lately. But no one could come close to this enticing woman in red. He called over the bartender and told him that the next drink she ordered would be on him. A little while later a Bloody Mary was brought to her. He raised his glass to her and smiled. She smiled back, licked her lips, and gestured for him to come sit with her. He slowly got up and walked toward her.

“Good evening,” he said.

She looked him up and down and said, “It’s getting there.”

“My name is Thorne Montclair.” He held out his hand and when she extended hers he kissed it gently.

“Do you live up to your name, I mean are you going to be a thorn at my side?”

Thorne liked where this was going already. “That all depends on you now doesn’t it?”

“Have a seat. I’m Heather. Heather Caine.”

Heather noticed him the moment he entered the lounge. He wasn’t like every other cheap suit that walked into the bar that night. for one thing he was very handsome. He wore a nicely tailored olive green Armani suit and looked quite distinguished in it. He thankfully wasn’t over fifty like most of the men here and just by studying him for a few moments he appeared to be a gentleman. His dirty blonde shoulder length hair was a bit tousled and a few stubborn strands fell into his eyes. His had a nice complexion, was clean-shaven, and full lips framed very white teeth. He seemed preoccupied at first but after the bartender brought him a couple of shots he loosened up a bit. He undid his tie and opened the first two buttons of his shirt. She got turned on just by that alone. He looked hot and she wanted to fuck him. When their eyes met her heart fluttered and she felt that familiar ache between her legs. As she watched him Heather sensed he might be the domineering type. The strength behind his stare sent some powerful vibes her way. She longed to be controlled and he looked like just the guy to make that happen. She saw him coming her way and smiled in sweet satisfaction. She licked her lips, took a sip of her wine, and thought, let the games begin.

After talking for about thirty minutes Thorne learned that Heather did free-lance photography for a number of magazines and came to the hotel to attend a party held by one of her clients. She said the party was pretty lame so she decided to stop by the lounge before retiring for the night. As the small talk continued they exchanged flirtatious glances, both getting hotter by the minute. Thorne had a difficult time concentrating on anything she said. She had beautiful lips and all he could think about was sticking his dick in her mouth, spanking that tight ass of hers and then fucking her brains out.

As if reading his thoughts Heather sensually pulled up her short dress to give Thorne a glimpse of the leather garter belt she wore. She then looked at him with her sexy brown eyes and whispered “Your hotel or mine?”

Thorne put his hand over hers and squeezed it tight. He said, “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

She knew what game he was playing and it aroused her even more. “Well, if you want to get into me, I suggest we get going.”

Once the plastic key unlocked the door Thorne shoved Heather into his room and slammed the door shut. He didn’t waste any time. Didn’t even put on the light. He pushed her against the wall, pulled down his pants and lifted up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. He pushed himself deep inside her wetness and they fucked like strangers, full of unabashed intensity and fiery passion. He took her arms and held them high above her head, pinning them to the wall. Heather lifted her legs and wrapped them around Thorne’s lower back. Their deep throat kisses were almost violent. When she screamed it only made Thorne want her more. She felt his hot breath against her skin. He pounded into her cunt with hard fast thrusts. It felt like his body was being assaulted and lust was the culprit. He felt her coming and did everything he could to stay in control and keep from coming but her scent, her skin, her taste, and her moans pushed him over the edge. His body convulsed against hers and together they silently submitted to the power of this glorious moment.

That was six months ago. Heather and Thorne now lived together and shared all their sexual pleasures as a couple. From time to time they would have sex with other people, have threesomes, or even foursomes. There was only one rule; if they were going to have sex with someone else, the other would watch. The excitement of watching turned out to be something they both took pleasure in. Especially Thorne. Watching Heather with another woman was such a turn on that he’d often masturbate right in front of them.

He put on Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. He enjoyed listening to classical music, particularly how the tempo can quicken at any given moment. It reminded him of the way he made love, relentless and unpredictable.

When it came to his eclectic sexual desires he was hesitant in sharing them with Heather. The more he got to know her sexually the more he realized she could not only handle it but enhance the experience. The combination of pleasure and pain were as common to them as putting sugar in your coffee. She played the part of submissive very well, which allowed Thorne to continue in his dominant and aggressive nature. Heather allowed him to unleash his true self with her. She encouraged him to let go. She accepted him and expressed similar needs and desires and that pleased him immensely. She took it up the ass like a man and went down on a woman the way only a woman could. She liked it rough and was a great screamer. Thorne was most intrigued with Heather's willingness to participate in his games.

Thorne looked at Heather sleeping peacefully. He wondered what she was dreaming about. She lay naked with her breasts exposed. He fought the urge to start biting and sucking on them. He loved the way her nipples hardened at the touch of his fingers. Her face was flawless and she had full lips, which made her even sexier. He wanted her now and could barely wait to be inside her. He got an idea to try something new, something surely to please Heather. They only just got home from a club a couple of hours earlier so Heather wouldn’t be waking up fo at least a few hours. His idea was perfect.

Thorne quietly opened a dresser drawer and took out two leather wristbands. Perfect for strapping her to the bedposts. Very carefully, so as not to wake her, he slipped them on. Once the bands were securely in place he could begin. His cock was hard and ready to go but it wasn’t time yet. He got on the bed and while one hand stroked his dick the other traced the outline of Heather’s areola, watching the nipple come to life. He squeezed it hard enough to cause her to stir and then stopped. The sheet was covering the lower half of her body so Thorne very slowly pulled it down. She lay there still sleeping, so helpless and so unaware. His desire for her grew instead of decreased. He never got tired of fucking her. It puzzled him because all the other women he had relationships with, after a few months bored him to tears. But not Heather. His desire for her was not only insatiable but at times it felt somewhat unnatural.

Thorne ran his hand from her breasts down to her inner thigh. He reached her pussy and lightly grazed his fingers over it touching the outer lips in the process. She had a beautifully shaved pussy, not a single hair in sight. Thorne loved it. Eating shaved pussy was always his first choice but many women just didn’t do it. When he saw that Heather shaved he couldn’t get enough of it. He makes sure to go down on her at least once a day. Moving ever so gently he proceeded to spread her legs apart as far as they would go without disrupting her. She let out a sigh and his heart skipped a beat. He thought the surprise would be ruined but she never woke up. Unable to wait any longer he got on top of her, his dick throbbing in anticipation, and forcefully put it inside her.

Startled for the moment but then immediately aroused, Heather responded to his intense thrusts and her body writhed beneath him. This was an erotic fantasy come true; to have a lover awaked her like this. She almost came right then and there. She kissed him urgently wishing her hands weren’t tied up. She wanted to grab hold of his firm ass and push him even deeper inside her. Besides, restraints could be just as fun. That was the difference between Heather and Thorne and your average couple who explored dominance and submission. Thorne never humiliated Heather and never hurt her to the point of agony. No. They both had limits and respected one another enough to never cross the line.

Grabbing her hair, she let out a scream. She stared into his gray catlike eyes and lost herself in them. His huge cock filled her up like nothing else could. Her aching pussy couldn’t get enough of him.

“Harder. Oh, fuck me harder my love.”

Thorne love it when she spoke like that. “Like this? You like it hard like this?” He used all his strength now to fuck her good.

“Yes. Oh yes, that’s it. Oh my fucking god yes.”

Thorne felt her muscles contract and then she came so hard. Moments later he exploded within her, his whole body shaking with pleasure.

Afterwards Thorne removed the leather bands and fell asleep. He needed his rest for later. Heather was lost in thought. She couldn't believe their luck finding each other that night. She remembered that at the last minute she decided to go to the lounge and get a drink. She wanted some action but was getting bored of one-night stands that left unsatisfied. She wanted to meet someone who knew his way around a woman’s body. Thorne was perfect for her and has all the qualities she looked for in a lover. She loved his impulsiveness and spontaneity. The same old me on top, you on bottom routine grew dull with her years ago. A little while later she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Hours later Heather awoke with Thorne snuggled against her side. She looked at his masculine body. Gosh he sure was sexy. She still couldn’t get over the size of his dick. It actually scared her at first but her body quickly molded to his. Her body was still recuperating from their intense lovemaking. She thought about tonight. They were going to The Pleasure Dome, an adult nightclub in Santa Barbara. It’s a place where people came to comfortably and safely act out their sexual fantasies. A former lover introduced her to the place a while ago and she couldn’t wait to experience it with Thorne. She slipped out of bed and went to take a shower.

Part II