This was one of those times that I enjoyed the difference in our sizes, liked to accent it, as if there were some way to ignore the fact I towered above her. Still, watching the way her head tilted as she spoke with a friend, I could only think that I wanted to mark her - almost badly enough to make a spectacle of us both and turn this party into something quite different than its original intent.

I took a glass from the table and turned back to the conversation to which I was supposed to belong. ‘…and then she said, ‘They’re in the brownie.’ I swear, guys, the man came back like a whipped dog.’ J paused and smiled. ‘It was everything I could do not to laugh.’

‘I find submissives everywhere, except when I was single, and then they were as rare as a Dodo bird.’ C kicked in, still laughing.

‘Flattering comparison.’ I said, smiling. ‘a fat, stupid bird.’

‘And ugly.’ J laughed.

‘Let’s not talk ill about the dead. I’d hate to go to hell because of a bird.’ I took a swallow of the tea in my glass and allowed my eyes to drift back over to the cluster of women, who hovered, just by happenstance, by the outdoor kitchen. I watched her splay fingers over C’s wife’s stomach.
J followed my gaze. ‘She’s hot, isn’t she?’

I smirked. ‘Yea, she’s hot.’ I laughed. ‘Rubbing it in, man?’

‘Don’t pretend you were looking at mine.’ J responded dryly.

C laughed. ‘And I doubt he’s into pregnant.’ He said to J, ‘L looks like she’s swallowed a bowling ball.’ His voice dropped a little. ‘If I could keep her knocked up–’

‘Don’t finish that statement, caveman.’ I said it, effectively cutting off the direction this conversation was taking.

She laughed, and the sound shot straight to my groin. I put the glass down with a thump. I felt the beast inside me, awake, stretch slowly under my skin. I glanced at J who was watching me quietly. C’s eyes were still on his wife. J clapped his hand on my shoulder and looked down at his watch. ‘I’d say you’ve got about 20 minutes before the caterer serves.’

‘More than enough.’ I stepped away from them and stood there, a few feet from the circle of women until her eyes sought me out, locked with mine, lowered. I started walking into the house, knowing she wouldn’t be far behind.

I felt her fingers on my arm as she caught up, slightly breathless. My hand dropped to her lower back, guiding her slightly ahead of me, upstairs. We turned into the first bedroom on the right. She turned to face me, backing away slightly. I shook my head. She stopped.

I reached her and turned her to face away. I ran my thumb over her palms and forced her fingers to splay as I pressed them against the drywall. I moved her hair to one side, wrapped my arms around her from behind, my erection pressing into her hips, her lower back. I slid one hand down and cupped her sex through the gauzy material of her skirt. The heel of my hand forced the slick folds of her sex against her clit. She began to shift subtly, her breath was uneven.

I kissed the patch of skin beneath her earlobe, and growled softly in my throat.

…………TBC