The Rescuer Ch. 01

The blue eyes flashed for a second, as he finally pressed her entire trapped hand down against his iron hard shaft, still safe underneath his boxers. Shelly looked confused, until he trusted her enough to completely let go of her arm. Then he held out his arm, brushed his fingers against her naked breasts. He gently explored the soft skin of each orb, and tested her reaction as he teased each nipple.

Only after he got the right kind of moans to come out of her throat, did he reluctantly moved the tips of his fingers down the smooth cloth covering the rest of her shivering body.

He made sure Shelly got a good view of his hand, and his widespread fingers, as he began using his thumb to rub her hidden clit thru her dress again.

Only when he began retracing the outlines of her pussy, thru the thin cloth, did she use the loosely fitting silk of his underwear to try and completely encircle his cock.

"... Alissa sounds like a g-girl after my own h-heart... but I'd untie y-you after all that... and have you truss me up... even t-tighter to the bedposts... then order you to fuck me until I p-passed out screaming... "

The ironic chuckle, that he had forgotten he used to feel like doing all the time, felt odd in his chest.

"Alissa wants her girlfriend to slide on to their bed at that point, and have her lover be the one to pin her down for me! She wants to feel her own girlfriend, put my cock inside her body, anywhere I want it to go! Over and over! She's never seen Alissa submit to anyone else before! And believe me, that shy little girl really really wants to see that happen!"

Shelly groaned, deep down, the way only truly passionate women seemed to be able to do. Alissa did that, for him, every time, even though they always kept their clothes on. All during their brief frantic spells of seeing each other, and the lonely months in between, he had never seen the French woman he loved so much totally naked. Never felt the completely bare skin of her breasts, or kissed her clit thru anything less than her thinnest silk panties.

The woman that tormented his dreams every night, wasn't under such restrictions on her visits. Every since her last trip, their relationship had suddenly changed, and Alissa could do anything she liked to him. However she felt like doing it.

But Shelly didn't need to know that.

Especially right now.

Free of any entanglements this time, his hand easily worked the soft stretchy dark burgundy cloth in between the damp lips hidden underneath. The clit felt even larger and harder, and responded to his thumb even more wonderfully. It throbbed and swelled, in perfect timing with his efforts to separate the tight guardians holding back the true proof of her excitement.

He could easily sense how tightly strung Shelly had become over the last few months.

Like him, she needed to feel someone else, real and in person, to touch off the true depths of her sexuality. Her mouth parted, signaling her wish for a kiss that she already knew wasn't coming. Her fingers clenched into a tight fist around his cock. Her intense frustration gave her a surprising amount of strength, which she gleefully used to punish him for his stubbornly loyal but confused choice of whom to be faithful to.

But he was able to use her extreme need against her, and learn what she liked and craved, faster than she could do the same to him.

At first, her grip faltered only for a few seconds at a time. But when he found the right amount of pressure for his thumb circling on top of her clit, it happened more often, and for longer periods of time. Soon, the lips holding back the flood fluttered wildly, and his fingers felt wet as he slipped a few folds of the soft cloth deep inside, to keep them open.

Hearing her own moans growing louder, and unable to continue imagine that she was in control any longer, Shelly abruptly switched tactics.

She desperately and treacherously sought the opening of his boxers again.

Something inside of him angrily broke loose... almost violently... in the way that always seemed to elude him when he was with Alissa.

He made her gasp, as he forced his idle left hand directly against the soft fabric still covering her stomach, and slid his palm all the way around her waist. The sweeping motion completely disengaged Shelly's hand, and dragged it free, allowing him to catch her forearm. From there, it was easy to pin her hand behind her back. Using the awkward double grip, in front of and behind her, he simply lifted the blonde completely off of the ground.

A few faltering steps brought him to the next sturdy table in line beside the flimsy rail. The heavy wrought iron barely shuddered, as he used the left edge of his hip to drive her ass hard against it. The new bolts, freshly set deep beneath the flagstones, didn't even make a sound as he roughly pinned Shelly in place.

The deep blue eyes flashed wide in warning, but her mouth parted again, wishing for a kiss to keep her from being able to tell him to stop. Knowing that his fingers alone might not be able to get her off, he abandoned her clit and put one of his shaking hands inside of his own underwear.

Using his fingers behind it, he pushed the hard thick shaft of his cock tight against Shelly's clit, and she gasped at the suddenly cruel amount of force. To increase the level of her punishment, he used all of his own weight to pin her against the table, so there was now absolutely no hope of escape.

But instead of screaming out when he began to rock into her body... the blonde used her free hand to reach up and grab the back of his neck... expertly guiding him to crush their clothed hips together in the rhythm they now both wished was actually penetrating her deep.

Over and over, she pulled his head forward, as her wonderful breasts finally shook completely free of the top half of her dress.

The blue eyes seemed to smile at him, as if she was urging him to use his fingers to push the tip of his cock directly against her clit. But when he refused, and kept only the middle of his shaft against the damp cloth covering her pussy, her expression changed to one of unfathomable feminine mystery.

"... you're not... n-not going to come... are you?... ARE YOU?... stop... don't make me come... stop... STOP... please stop... "

He had Shelly so close now! The soft hand still trapped behind her back struggled just as hard to get free as it had a second ago. Her breasts heaved against the front of his ridiculous uniform just as erotically. Her legs tried to drive back into his every rocking motion just as fiercely.

But the look in her eyes, and the tone of her voice, spoke directly against her body's desperate wishes.

"... stop... you're not going to come with m-me?... damn you... I needed you to... stop... if your not going to come... when I do... what's the point of any of this... please... stop... please... PLEASE?... "

Going purely on instinct and ashamed fear, he suddenly dropped both of his arms to his sides and numbly staggered back three full steps away.

Shelly didn't bother to cover herself up, or adjust her dress back into place, nor use her own fingers to replace what the shaft of his cock had been doing to her.

She just stared at him with a level of confused lust and anger he had never seen in a woman before.

Nor ever hoped to again, especially if he was the real cause of it.

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Somehow... he had done it... Lowell had managed to back away from her body that was still crying out for him to stay.

The thin wiry frame certainly had more strength in it than she had first expected. The speed with which he had swept her arm aside, then expertly grabbed and pinned her hand behind her back? It spoke of real training, the kind she had faced before, and that her rarely expressed submissive streak always truly enjoyed fighting against.

The pale skin of his face was flushed, and his chest heaved in both excitement and confusion. The strong sensitive hands were correctly held a few inches off of his shaking hips, ready for whatever they were going to be required to do next.

Only seconds were left for her to speak out, before his mind truly cleared, and what little advantage she hadn't actually wanted any more was lost.

"... despite all the r-rumors to the contrary... and deep down... at least without cause to be... I'm n-not really that m-much of a sadist... or a masochist... but if y-your cock isn't going to be the one inside of m-me tonight?... or I can't at least please you enough to come into my hands... so I can taste it that way?... "

Shelly let her own soft gasping words hang in the air, deliberately deciding to see what her almost unheard of brutally honest confession was going to make him do, and say next.

Then Lowell's dark and dangerous eyes suddenly cleared of all other emotions except anger!

"I get to choose whatever I do to a woman! And what I don't do, too! Making you come, and just you, felt right to me! Just as much as me not letting you all the way underneath my clothes! It was always sort of a thing with Alissa, not getting fully undressed. Either of us. She doesn't like to be naked, unless it's with someone she is actually going to fuck in a few minutes. It doesn't stop me from pleasuring her when she visits here! Or her from pleasing me back! I've had to learn to be... rather... creative. It slowed us down, her little kink, that first night she came back to my apartment. We've kept it up ever since. Alissa sets most of the rules, and I can choose to go along with them! Or not! I can wait! I want to wait! I actually like the challenge of playing along with her little ideas! We both do! But whenever it's time for us to go a step further? It's been her choice, not mine. I'm fine with that! But right before that happens? I've seen that same look, in Alissa, that was in your eyes! I know all about needs! All sorts of needs! And how they can cripple a person for life! But there was nothing wrong with ME for wanting to make YOU come! Even if I'm not going to let YOU do the same thing for me! I don't give a damn about what anyone else thinks about that! Especially not if you'll let me please you in my own way! I don't like to see anyone in that much pain! Alissa understands that much about me! Now someone else does too! My friend? At least one of them? She wouldn't care if I made you come either! She would WANT me to help you! She knows that I NEED to! It's just part of who I am! I can't change that about myself! No more than YOU can!"

Even as difficult as it had been to just stand there and wait for him to begin to speak, the extra pause Shelly had made herself take, suddenly paid off! This new insight, into his complicated personality, made so many things all click together at once! Of course, if she hadn't drunk so much already tonight, and in such a short time? Maybe she would have figured it out earlier.

Nothing was false about him.

Nothing at all.

The almost shy submissiveness was just as real, as the flash of anger and strength he had used to pin her against the table had been! Nor would he be easily tempted to go any further! Or shaken free of any convictions he truly held! At least not without destroying him in the process! But to gain this new information, Shelly knew that she had revealed just as many of her own secrets to him, by letting her guard so far down.

Something about the way she was studying him, got thru to his normal self, and he belatedly looked over her shoulder at the gate they had come in. Shelly made herself carefully lean to her left, and find that Keeley and Seth had just shifted over a little bit, so the redhead could study the other gate. She was still willingly being wrapped up in her boyfriend's arms after all this time, which was a wonder unto itself.

When she looked back to the man that was just a few feet away from her... she saw that he was still studying her face for some reason... and deliberately only her face.

There couldn't be all that much time left before their desserts were ready. Something must have gone wrong in the kitchen. But Shelly knew that her sense of time was awful enough, even when she was sober. Sure now that they were still safe, the porter took one cautious step after another, until he was close enough for her to open up her arms to him again.

When he stopped just out of her reach, she finally recognized that her arms were trembling, from more than just the strain of holding them out so far. She wanted him to make her come, and was now willing to accept that on his terms.

She was just too damn afraid to say it.

Luckily the feeling of the almost orgasm she'd had a moment ago continued to spread, and she was finally able to at least nod her head, to signal him it was ok to touch her again.

Looking downward, she saw what his problem was. She barely stifled a laugh in time, one that would have surely broken the mood. While her breasts had already shifted completely free of her top, even more of her assets were about to be exposed. Ones not normally on purposeful display at the strip club.

Not exactly the most secure dress in the first place, the skirt was about to fall completely off of even her wide hips.

What most men took for granted they could stare at each night she worked... for free every time she had to dance on those damn stages... the sight of the pair of them had almost frozen this particular man totally in place.

But it was the thought of seeing what was between her legs that had actually stopped him from accepting her offer to embrace him again.

It had only been her own confused pleasure, of his forcing her body against the table, that had almost made her completely nude in public for the first time in many months. It hadn't been a deliberate act to provoke him. He'd know if she had dared to do that. If he thought that, even mistakenly, it would have surely ended whatever sexual opportunities they still had time for.

Despite his confused offer in French... to kiss her pussy passionately with his mouth... if only she would let him see her lips part?

Maybe it had been just a slip of his tongue, from the long distant phone sex Alissa apparently liked to enjoy hearing in French, but the actual offer to kiss her own mouth was obviously now suddenly back in play.

Waiting had worked before, so Shelly only gestured with her fingers, waving him forward if he truly wished to come closer.

Abruptly, the dark black eyes looked like deep pits in his soul again, but as before it was only for a brief second.

Slowly he approached her again, leading with his right hand going towards her hip. His long soft fingers seemed clumsy for a second, until he blindly found the top edge of her skirt. Gently working his way underneath it, he let his hand slid from one hip to the other, fully freeing the bottom half of her dress.

Luckily it stayed just on top of her thighs, because he abruptly forced her legs further apart with his feet.

The feel and warmth of the palm of his hand... sliding confidently down and directly towards her pussy... made Shelly gasp loudly in wonder and nod again eagerly before he could change his mind.

Her clit was still damp and hard, soaked as it was from his earlier touches.

The thumb quickly reasserted it's control over her, even as two of his long fingers slid easily inside her dripping pussy. The dark eyes studied her for a second, and this time didn't seem to need either a nod or hear a moan. He just seemed to relish that he had her full permission, to do whatever he wanted to her right now.

As little or as a lot as his unbreakable honor would let him.

He shifted his feet carefully again, a few inches at a time, until Shelly could feel his hard cock pressing into her right hip again. There was no mistaking how large, thick and excited he was underneath his underwear. He truly loved doing this.

For her.

His fathomless dark eyes confirmed that he wasn't thinking about anyone else.

Not this time.

With a firm push, Lowell trapped her just as securely against the table, and even used his toes to push her own shoes wider apart. When her knees threatened to buckle, it only gave him easier access to her pussy. He leaned his shoulders forward to dominate her even more completely.

The feeling of his forearm gliding on top of the bare skin of her breasts, and pushing her entire torso backwards, made her naked clit tingle even faster under his thumb. The awkward feeling of being off balance, both physically and emotionally, greatly added to Shelly's sense of Lowell's control over her.

She hated to hear herself let out a soft girly-like whimper... but she let him arch her back even further... and then she gave the smallest nod she had done so far.

But the real tipping point was when he curled the hand possessively holding onto her left breast, and finally let his fingers roughly pull her swollen nipple as far out from her body as it could go. At least without making her scream in pain.

The deep growl from inside of his chest was frighteningly real. Months, and maybe even years of pent up frustrated desires, burst free from her temporary master with alarming speed.

The man simply wasn't capable of faking such a thing.

In moments, even while fully extending her right breast, he somehow found out exactly what she was in the mood for.

Normally Shelly liked her nipples pinched a little, between a finger and a thumb. But he instantly seemed to know that she need them twisted tonight, as hard as he dared! Only that kind of torment would help free her from the rest of her worries. Now trapped between his two longest fingers and his thumb, the skin on her left breast was slowly pulled agonizingly tight, even as the fierce growl came again when he twisted the tender skin clockwise.

The same fingers on his other hand, suddenly plunged in even deeper into her pussy, then roughly drew out again. The strong legs began driving the long digits forward, in time with the cock thrusting against her body, and pinning her hip to the table.

Shelly felt her mind swim, and it loved the bewildering confusion of the multiple sensations assaulting her.

The rocking motion of his legs driving into her... and the feel of his ever hardening shaft against her thigh... easily let her believe that it was actually his cock deep inside of her instead of his fingers.

His unexpected skill kept up the illusion perfectly, even as his thick thumb crushed against her clit with every thrust.

When her shoulders were pushed backwards over the table even more, and she was even further off balance, she almost panicked as her other nipple got pulled out from the tight skin of her other breast. The fear of being used, that she had so wanted to confront again, made Shelly let out a pitifully confused whimper.

This time, he didn't stop, but correctly kept on shoving in and pounding against her relentlessly.

Only his wonderfully enigmatic eyes were keeping her from beginning to scream out, in the sort of fright most other women naturally understood, but she never had.

At least not until her mistake filled night a few months ago.

As her body shuddered and her excited clit made her push her own pussy back even harder into his thrusts... that distant part of her mind cringed... even while she was feeling what she had always used to enjoy from her old boyfriend's hands.

The dark eyes kept careful watch though. That care and concern finally allowed her body to eagerly experience her first small orgasm in months, caused by someone other than herself, while listening to her two roommates fuck. The small fire in her pussy immediately doubled in size, and shook her entire body in even greater delight, even as the damn whimpers escaping her throat betrayed her growing distress.

Shelly felt her eyes begin to close, because the confusion and panic was beginning to overwhelm her. Suddenly the deep voice, the one that she had originally expected to come out of the porter's mouth, rescued her.