My clock, my Beloved

Miranda glared daggers into the mans eyes and swiftly swiped his hand away that held her chin. In doing this motion Miranda’s predator took hold of her delicate petite palm and press it up against his chest. More than angry now Miranda lifted up her other hand and was about to slap the annoyingly handsome male in his chiseled face when he caught that hand as well, placing it on his more than firm rear. He slowly but firmly took that hand and made her grab and squeeze his glorious buttock.

“What proof do you need that it is truly I,” he asked with heat in his voice. Miranda never heard a males voice go husky and hot, well at least not in front of her, and this in turn made her blush. She had blushed in embarrassment and shame to her previous bosses for doing something wrong or badly, but she never had blushed at a person because their voice went all husky. What in the world was wrong with her?

“Maybe you would like a tour of my body. Surly you would know every scratch and nick that would be traced on your beloved clock.” Something about the way that this was said was both sarcastic and thankful. As if saying the clock is thankful to be cleaned, but annoyed that it is cleaned so often. Miranda took offense to the comment and was about to say a quick retort when soft kissable lips took hold of Miranda’s own. Miranda pushed at his chest trying to put distance between them, but was granted in return with two large hands firmly grabbing hold of her cheeks, making her mouth open in return.

He inserted his tongue into her moist hot cavern and slowly began searching every nook and cranny of her mouth. He started by making small and delicate circles on the surface of her tongue. Miranda tried to bite down on his tongue but was incapacitated by the palms that held her jaws fully open. She was at the mercy of the big bad wolf that stood before her and strangely an unfamiliar wetness began to build between her legs. Miranda whimpered in pleasure, which earned her a grin from the man that was trying to seduce her.

“It seems that you, my owner, is enjoying herself,” a devilish smirk broke out across his face that looked more beast than man. Miranda moaned in both fright and pleasure at the look that broke across his face. This just made him lick his lips at the feast that lay before him. He leaned into Miranda and licked a slow and delicious line from the tip of her chin to the end of her jawbone. Out of instinct Miranda hugged the man to her chest and her hands cradled his back. Once her hands touched his auburn skin she gasped.
There was a thick and deep scar that went down the middle of his back, as if you reached deep enough that you could scoop out the spine that kept the man animated. Miranda didn’t gasp because she was disgusted, but because the gash was all too familiar. It was the exact same as on her missing clock. Was it true? Was this really her clock?

“You………….but how?” Miranda expected the man to ignore her question and continue with his tongue work, but to her surprise he answered.

“Magic,” he grinned from ear to ear. What the hell, what kind of answer was that? Maybe this was just a coincidence, maybe he was just a creep that went threw her window in order to rape her, who the hell knows anymore? Not her, that’s for sure. Even more freaked out than ever Miranda grabbed hold of his head and pulled it all the way down and swept his shoulder length locks to the side. Right underneath his hairline was a tattoo with the name Armand. It was the exact place and the same cursive writing that was on her beloved clock. It was really her beloved that stood before her and all she could do was hang her mouth open in pure shock.

Taking this as his chance to strike Armand drew Miranda close to his body and slowly and sexily began to speak. He purred into Miranda sensitive ear, “I want to kiss you the way you kiss me.” With that he slowly leaned forward and placed his lips on hers. Still in shock Miranda stood there slack jawed and loose. Trying to get a rise out of her Armand stuck his skilled tongue into her delicate and scrumptious orifice, gently tickling the roof of her mouth. This caused her to clamp down her mouth on his hot and ready tongue, a little bit harder than he anticipated. A small amount of blood trickled down his tongue and into Miranda’s mouth, which surprisingly made Miranda moan in pleasure.

Miranda slowly and shakily moved her hands to settle into the silken strands of hair that shimmered a black but almost purplish color. She slowly moved her fingers in circular patterns across his scalp causing him to groan in pleasure. Armand tilted his head back into her touch trying to press himself more onto Miranda’s touch. Armand began to feel his member hardening between his sculpted legs. Getting more and more eager he put his hand on the collar of the mans dress shirt that hugged Miranda’s body and yanked down where the buttons were with all his might. The buttons spilled every which way and Armand roughly pulled on the sleeves, which tore off without a second thought. He then roughly turned Miranda around and grabbed the back of the shirt all the way down so all that she was left wearing was her panties. She sure looked delicious and he was willing to bet anything that she was going to make one tasty treat.

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I know that it ended in a weird spot, sorry about that >.<;