The Gray Man Ch. 04 - Liz

Liz intimidated most men. She was a Wing Commander in the RAF (equivalent to a Major in the USAF (O-5), she was a first officer for a major airline. She was a woman with power and to many men that was intimidating. However, Elizabeth was also beautiful. 5'5", lean, with a nose that turned up in that cute button that people paid thousands of dollars to get through surgery. Yes, she intimidated some men, but Liz also despised the way some men put her on a pedestal.

She was far from fragile despite how she now looked in her creamy satin blouse and black skirt. Despite her proper virginal image or her intimidating command presence, Liz wanted her men to treat her like the full-fledged woman that she was with her qualities, her faults, her loves, her desires, and most importantly her lust. Liz felt that men feared her too much. She longed for lust, passion and to be driven to exhaustion with tireless nights of sexual satisfaction. Instead, she had to settle with polite and sweet trysts that never matched her wild imagination. It was as if men were afraid that she might break or that she would break them. So, if no man were man enough, she would pay for one and that's what tonight was. 'Non-Traditional Self Care'

Liz took the elevator down to the lobby, glancing furtively, wondering if her white knight was already here. She had no worries as TJ had already situated himself in a booth in the restaurant that allowed him to see the bank of elevators and anyone coming into the restaurant.

His target walked into the restaurant with her computer and a book, looking like every other business traveler settling in for an evening. She ordered her food and waited, glancing from table to table when not working on her computer. Twice she looked directly at Gray but nothing about him stood out to her.

A couple of gentlemen at a nearby table invited her to put her computer away and join them, which she politely declined with a smile and a polite British accent, "Thank you, but no."

TJ was a bit surprised that she was eating alone, but then it occurred to him that his target was in an awkward position. No matter how far the world had progressed there were still a limited number of women on the flight crews of transoceanic flights. If the Captain was an old guard he wouldn't have wanted her company, and being an aviator was different from a flight attendant so she didn't really fit in that category either. A small oversight on TJ's part that actually worked to his advantage instead of disadvantage for a change.

Following dinner TJ moved to the bar and ordered a pint of Guinness. He asked the bartender to turn on the Red Wings game on the television over the bar. He was able to keep an eye on Liz in the mirror. Being the only solo female in the bar the sharks started circling just before 8:00. Various offers to buy her a drink or join her were made, all politely declined. TJ shot a quick text to Gretchen asking for a description of her friend.

About 8:30 TJ had seen nobody who matched the friend's description when he noticed a larger man in a suit and tie enter the restaurant. He moved to the bar near where Gray had posted up. When he had gotten the bartender's attention he ordered, "Blanton's double and a glass of white wine." TJ hid his smirk, being a fan of good bourbon TJ understood that folks that ordered Blanton's, Weller's loud enough for others to hear were pretentious assholes. Both were good in their own right but not at the price point sold in bars.

As he waited for his order the man looked at TJ, "Fuck the Red Wings eh, piece of shit franchise, piece of shit town."

TJ never raised his eyes, "Let me guess, a Maple Laughs fan?"

The man puffed out his chest, "Best fucking fanbase in the league."

He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself. "Well, most rabid perhaps. Enjoy another first round exit."

The man poked TJ in the shoulder, "At least we will be in the playoffs." Gray finally looked up at the man and then back to the television. There was something in TJ's eyes that made the man very uncomfortable and probably for good reason.

When the large man's order came TJ noticed that he slipped a roofie into the wine before he made his way to the table where Liz was sitting. He didn't ask to sit, he just sat and pushed the wine towards her.

"No, thank you," she said politely.

"What's your fucking problem? Can't a gentleman buy a lady a glass of wine?"

TJ watched, ready to pounce if she touched the wine. She simply smiled, "Please leave my table and allow me to continue with my work."

"You fucking cunts are all the same, you should stay in the fucking kitchen instead of out here with the alpha men." His voice was a stage whisper, like he was trying to show off to his high school locker room buddies.

Liz stood to put her computer away, hoping that she could get a refund on her investment. "No you don't sweetheart," the man said as he grabbed her wrist. "I've had my eye on you. You've been here before, rejecting all of these limp dicked assholes. What you need is an alpha cock to break that attitude in you, and I'm just the man to do it."

Trying to not cause a bigger scene Liz looked at him, "Please, take your hand off of me."

The asshole smiled as he stood, "Why don't you take me to your room and let me show you what a real man can do for you, or are you some type of lesbo?" He leered at the slight cleavage showing and slid a finger down the open vee of her blouse. "Not big, are they? Perky enough though," he sneered. At the same time he took her hand and placed it on his crotch, "Come on bitch, you know Big Ray has what you want."

TJ almost spit out his beer as he watched Liz's hand squeeze 'Big Ray's' balls hard enough to make the man buckle to his knees and howl in pain. The entire restaurant laughed as she hissed, "The only thing I feel big is your fucking ego."

TJ finally stood and walked over to where Big Ray was kneeling on the ground as Liz stood over him. TJ gently reached out and took her by the arm, "Walk away, Commander. He's not worth your career, just walk away."

Liz looked up at the man who had a gentle but firm grip on her elbow. His pale green eyes had the look of a person who had seen enough fights in his life to know what he was doing, yet were at the same time calming. His voice was calm and steady, "Put your computer away and come with me."

The human brain is an amazing thing. When it is posed with a threat every part of the brain shuts down except for the parts that keep your heart beating and your lungs breathing, and what's focused on the threat. Tunnel vision kept our ancestors alive when they left their cave and were greeted by a sabertooth tiger and as much as we have evolved those mechanisms still function in the same way.

For Liz, her brain stayed focused on Big Ray - all thoughts of her white knight, her flight tomorrow, her contract for tonight, and everything else were filed away to be accessed only after the threat was eliminated. Not everyone has the ability to process abstract thought when confronted with a real threat. It's why we get jump scared in a horror movie even though we know it's just a movie.

That, combined with her military training to obey orders made it rather easy for the calm and rational Gray to gently lead Liz away from the threat. Liz shoved her computer and book into her bag and threw it over her shoulder as TJ led her from the restaurant to the elevators. They walked into an open elevator as TJ pushed the button for the eighth floor. He had watched the elevator lights after they had checked in.

When the doors opened he simply told her, "Give me your key."

Her mind was still flooded with endorphins as she replayed the encounter in the bar over and over again in her head. Simply thankful that she didn't have to think at the moment she handed this stranger her room key. TJ saw on the envelope that she was in 816 as he led her down the hallway, opened the door and led her inside.

Once the door was closed he took her computer bag from her and placed it on the desk before turning his attention back to Liz. He smiled at her as she looked at him with eyes still looking for threats. "You know," he said as he moved closer to her, "As much as I hate to admit it, because he was a raging douche. Big Ray was right, you do need fucked."

Before she could respond or react, TJ's hand was on her throat as he pushed her back against the wall. He took her two wrists in his free hand and forced them over her head, trapping her between his body and escaping. Liz was in shape and strong as a RAF aviator, but no match for the Ranger who stood a full 7 inches taller and outweighed her by 70 pounds.

His mouth closed on hers as she tried to twist her head away from him, an act that encouraged his aggression. The kiss was hungry and demanding. His tongue forced her way into her mouth despite her attempts to avoid the penetration. His hard body pressed against her turned the same chemicals that had already flooded her brain earlier into fuel for a growing inferno deep inside of her.

As he kissed her, she began to respond - her lust taking over any uncertainty she may have had. She struggled to pull her hands away from his. She was a woman used to being in control, of the people she supervised, of the aircraft she flew, and of the men she fucked. That word flashed in her head as TJ left no doubt that she was going to be fucked.

She felt his cock as it strained against his dress slacks. "Holy fuck," she thought, "he's hung." The thought caused her stomach to flip and almost as if on command more of her juices began to flood her pussy in anticipation.

TJ broke the kiss and pushed his head into her neck just below her ear. As he began to whisper she knew she was in trouble as the stubble on his face grazed the part of her body that was the most erogenous. "I'm going to fuck that tight little British pussy of yours like the 1st Battalion rolling through Saidabad."

Liz moaned, partly in lust and partly in fear. How did anyone know that she flew casualties of Operation Black Prince from Afghanistan to Germany. He let her arms slowly drop as his mouth returned to hers, his tongue plundering any remaining resistance from her. Liz found herself now kissing him back with as much passion and lust as he exhibited. Her hands, now free of captivity, voluntarily wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer.

Gray laughed as he pulled back, "Trying to take back control, that's not going to happen. Big Ray was right, you need fucked - you need to lose control. He just wasn't the right man for the job."

Liz had somewhat recovered from the encounter in the restaurant and had regained some of her wit and biting tongue. "You think you are? Others have tried."

Gray's hand roughly grabbed her tit as his other hand again squeezed her throat, "Trust me, Commander. I am nothing like anyone you have ever met. You walked into this room as a first officer, you will leave a broken cum dump."

Liz looked for words, for a retort but found none. TJ quickly spun her around as she relaxed looking for words. Her self defense mechanisms spun again into high gear as she tried to fight him. She pushed her elbows back at him while she kicked at his legs.

TJ chuckled when her heel connected with his instep. "Nice, want to try again, harder this time," he taunted her as his feet spread her legs, leaving her spread eagle against the wall. "Relax, commander," he chuckled into her ear.

Liz braced herself against the wall, took a deep breath which alerted Gray that she was going to attempt to escape. She pushed back with all of her strength, only to realize she had no effect whatsoever.

He held her hands with his left hand. While his right one traveled along her arms and down along her body. Oh shit, she thought and stiffened.

TJ slid his hand underneath her blouse, moving it up to her breast and started circling her nipple. She pushed against him. Feeling his hard body against her back. His breathing remained calm and steady even as she was panting, trying to find air to fight. His warm breath on her ear was driving her mad.

Liz took a deep breath while she tried to focus. She struggled to ignore the way her nipple tightened underneath his fingers. It was still covered by the fabric, but she felt him move his hand underneath her bra, cupping her breast.

Her deep breath allowed her to take in his scent. It was a mixture of masculine musk and light cologne. He wasn't one of those that showered his body with lashings of scent. Instead it was fainter. More tempting, the way his personal scent mixed with the artificial. They complemented each other perfectly.

She heard his breath against her, feeling the warm air he exhaled on her naked shoulder. He had pulled her blouse to the side. Leaving her shoulder open to the air in the basement. He leaned closer. She felt his lips kiss her skin, his teeth bite at that delicious place where her neck met her shoulder.

"You know this would be better if you release me," she said quickly.

Again his smirky laugh, "No, Commander, it wouldn't." He seemed to take pleasure in her attempt to trick him.

His hand now moved beneath her bra, covering her small tit completely. With just a flex of his wrist the bra moved over top of her breasts leaving them completely uncovered. His fingers moved from one to the other teasing, touching, rolling the nipples until they were rock hard.

Liz took another deep breath. Her body was responding on its own. Her mind screamed NO, but her body was now in control. Its reaction was too great to ignore. It was arousal, but there was something more. It should have been fear, but it wasn't quite that. It was a primal desire. The strong woman finally being found by the beast worthy of her submission.

Elizabeth felt more vulnerable than she could remember feeling in a very long time, while at the same time safer than she had ever felt as this large stranger conducted her body like it was a fine orchestra. Her tits felt like they were alive and her pussy felt woefully ignored as he continued teasing her.

His second hand finally found its way to her hemline and lifted her skirt. He felt her bare ass as it came in contact with his palm. He teased her again with that voice full of arrogance, "Stockings, a garter, and no panties. I think perhaps this is what you wanted from Big Ray. Maybe you paid him to ravage you."

She opened her mouth to protest but before she could speak his finger plunged into her wet folds causing her to lose all of her focus, her mind completely taken over by the intruder that was now plundering her G spot.

He finger fucked her from behind, one finger, then two as his mouth continued to bite at her neck and shoulder and his other hand terrorized her nipples. He was driving her to a crescendo. Her mind visualized a maestro leading the orchestra as every part of her body started to respond to his magical touch.

She gasped, ready to push over the edge when his fingers were gone from her depths. She moaned in frustration as she felt herself move a couple of feet to her right to stand in front of the same mirror that just a couple of hours before had seen her snap sent to her friends.

TJ quickly didn't bother unbuttoning her blouse, he just pulled it over her head. With a well practiced flip of his fingers the bra was gone too. A slightly more than gentle tug brought the skirt off of her hips as she quickly kicked it away before his feet again spread her legs. "Be a good girl and put your hands on the mirror," he commanded into her ear.

Two can play the game she thought as she refused his order. The light from the window now slipped between the drapes and danced on the mirror so that she could see his face. He just smiled, "I gave you an order, Commander," he growled again.

Liz hesitated, she was expecting a power play spank, but it never came. Instead his hands placed hers on the mirror, holding her in place. "Look at me," he growled. Her brown eyes caught his in the mirror.

"You are just like Ray, you know, forcing me to have sex against my will.

"No, no Commander, I won't force you," he said calmly.

"Really, then what is your next step?" she found a bit of her confidence back

That arrogant smirk returned to his face as he slipped his fingers to move against her clit in tantalizingly slow circles, "I plan to make you beg for it," he chuckled softly against her ear.

She felt his soft lips again against her neck, kissing and sucking lightly. She felt a shiver move through her body. His kisses were starting another inferno within her. She shrugged her shoulder to push him off. He ignored her and instead just moved to her left shoulder and started nibbling and biting there instead.

She tried to move away from him. Tightening every muscle inside her to make another attempt to escape him.

"Spread," he said calmly while he moved his fingers against her clit, making her feel the tension directly where she wanted it.

Liz blushed as she felt the surge of moisture flood against his hand. Her brain was screaming at her to not react to him. But the liquid between her legs was too much to avoid, it was creating a need that would only be satiated one way. She desperately wanted to clamp her legs together. She was mortified. How could she respond to something that was forced upon her?

"Who are you?" she panted as she hoped again to regain some sort of control of what was happening.

"I'm nobody and everybody. I am the man that is going to give you what you are afraid of. I am the one that is going to remind you that behind the bars, the sunglasses, the aviators wings that you are a woman. A beautiful, sensual, sexual woman." He pushed his body against hers and she felt his hardness against her lower back. "Besides, "I'm not your normal man," he murmured before he slid a finger back inside her wet cunt.

She found a voice as she whispered, "No, means no." Her words lost in her gasp as soon his two fingers were again working inside of her. She heard the wet sound from her body as he retreated and circled her clit again. Using the juices of her arousal to coat her clit and make it even easier to rub. She felt a blush coming to her cheeks and a flush to her chest. Was it embarrassment or lust?

The way he spread her juices only confirmed her arousal. Making sure she was preparing herself to be entered. As if she was inviting him inside even if her words spoke differently, her body said the opposite.

He moved his left hand to her breasts and nipples. Making sure she felt the size of his palms as he slowly worked his way across her stomach. She had never felt so small, so petite before. The way his body covered hers made her feel sexy in a forbidden and strange sort of way. It was like the primal male was protecting her from the vicious world when in reality, he was the biggest threat to her safety.

The cocky arrogance returned to his smirk as her hips began to thrust against his hand, "Are you sure about your 'no', Commander. I can stop."

"No," she said again, this time in a frustrated whisper.

"No what, Commander?" he taunted her with his power and arrogance again, "No, don't make you cum, or No, don't stop." He pushed his fingers into her and started to circle her G spot as his other hand slipped down to her clit.

"Just, No. Please," she begged.

"Use your words, slut." he commanded. "No, what?"

Stop that," Liz moaned while she closed her eyes, feeling how one of his fingers was still placed on her clit. She gasped as arousal hit her harder. Her moan grew louder and she spread her legs for him to give him more room to conduct the orchestra of her arousal and need.

As his fingers continued to curl against her G spot and the other hand teased her clit her "no's" were drowned out by whimpers and gaspsAt the same time, she felt him curl his finger against her g-spot. Finally, her lean legs shook and she pushed her ass against him, bending at the waist to increase the pleasure he gave her. She fought against it. Fought against the bodily needs that threatened to overwhelm her with primitive desires, overcoming her willpower, making her succumb to him. To render him the small victory he so desperately wanted to take from her.