Mark walked away from that encounter feeling like he was levitating above his own body. Who was that person in there? Certainly not someone he recognized. Not the timid, shy, unconfident man he knew himself to be ever since his last relationship went down the drain. He felt so empowered by what he had been able to do to her, to this bold and strong woman, who so willingly gave herself up to him, that he couldn't help but focus all of his thoughts on what else he could do with her.
He had never been the dominant type in the past. Always simply content to go along with the sexual wishes of his partner, never really thinking of his own needs, his own deep, lustful desires. Yet as he laid in bed that evening, thinking back on their encounter and finally releasing the built up sexual tension, all he could think about was taking her, claiming her, owning her. He had already let one relationship die because of a lack of sexual fire. He was determined not to let another opportunity slip from his grasp.
And as Hunter laid in her bed, she was thinking the very same thing. The skill of his tongue was one thing, but the way he touched her, grabbed her, tossed her to the bed. The way he looked at her, the way he pinned her, the way he focused on her, taking control of her, it was everything she craved. So much of her life was about her taking control of everything around her. She craved a man worthy of controlling her. One she could completely submit to, and fulfill each of their deepest desires. She touched herself that night, thinking not only of what they had already done, but the possibilities of what could come next.
They both rushed through their mornings that next day, trying to get as much of their respective work done as quickly as possible before their inevitable next encounter. Hunter was firing off emails, barking out orders, making sure her inventory was accounted for. She had moved all of her meetings to the morning, as she knew he generally arrived in the early afternoon. As difficult as it was to stay focused, she crushed it, as was her usual.
Mark set up his route with a haste that he hadn't known in ages. Steve, owner of the route whose carrier case was right next to Mark's, noticed enough to make a comment about it. "Why are you in such a rush? Hot date?" he asked. Mark rolled his eyes at the absolutely cringy question, but he wasn't exactly wrong, either.
"Why don't you just try and keep up, Steve" He quipped back, shrugging him off, gathering his parcels and rolling off to the parking lot to load his truck. Soon he was on his way, delivering with an added sense of urgency, a quickness to his pace, and a briefness to his interactions with other customers.
He was somewhat nervous as he approached her house. Afterall, there wasn't a real conversation after their last encounter. He didn't know for an absolute fact what would happen next. He didn't want to assume anything, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted her. He wanted all of her.
As he walked up the path that led to her steps, she opened the door, standing before him with a confident, sexy grin. Her dogs were sure to let her know when he was approaching. She was dressed casual, tight jeans and a low cut black tank top that showed off just enough cleavage to get Mark's blood pumping immediately. "Why hello, Mr. Mailman," she teased him in her greeting, "You're early today."
"Am I?" he quipped back, "I hadn't noticed." He bullshitted with a grin that countered her own. "And why aren't you hard at work bossing people around on your little headset?"
She paused only a split second, before replying "Oh trust me, I've done enough bossing around for one day. It's exhausting." She sighed.
