Exton

Ob made Pandora wait in the hall while he retrieved something from the room Montenegro's gear was stored in. He slid the bottle of cinnamon oil in his back pocket and tapped the disc against his hand as he thought. After a little more search, he found a pair of loose dojo pants and open kaftan. With a small smile he returns to the hall. Pandora is leaning against the far wall waiting patiently.

"Alise calls me Barbarian... I am feeling a bit like one tonight."

Pandora's laugh ends in a squeal as Ob throws her over his shoulder and strides up the stairs. He pushes open her door with his foot and looks around for a moment. Pandora begins to squirm and Ob slaps her behind. Yelping, she squirms some more and Ob laughs. He drops her on the bed and winks, disappearing into her bathroom. In moments he opens the door. The loose pants rest on his hips, held in place by a simple drawstring. The kaftan flows as he moves, framing the muscles of his chest and the dark and jewel toned curls of hair decorating his chest. His hair is loose, a cascade of wild locks. He watches Pandora, where she lays and advances slowly.

Leaning over her, he drops the bottle of oil on the pillow and slips the cd into the player in her clock radio. Mideastern music drifts from the player. He leans close, hands on the bed and kisses her, speaking against her lips.

"Dance with me."

Pandora swallows and allows herself to be pulled to her feet. Ob pulls her close, brushing his lips along her ear.

"Follow my movements..."

He slowly grinds his hips, hers following the patterns. The slow movements of body against body soon has Ob hard and pulsing against her thigh. He grins down at the knowing smile on her face. One arm slides around her waist, not allowing her to break the pressure between them. His other hand sinks into her hair, pulling. Pandora arches her head back with a soft moan. Ob's eyes are half lidded in passion, watching the play of emotion of her face.

"Mujer, you are so enchanting, *una bruja erótica, bent on capturing the wild **bárbaro."

He kisses her gently, then fiercely, claiming her mouth with his. When she is breathless, he murmurs against her mouth.

"Mi Bruha, I am sorry. I will buy you another outfit. I promise."

A talon sharp nail slits the back of her blouse and Ob rips it from her body. His arm still keeps her trapped against his groin. Pandora moans as he grinds.

Pressing her back over his arm, Ob captures her the center of her bra in sharp teeth and bites through. He licks slowly along the valley of her breasts, then grazes each nipple with the barest tips of his teeth. Her whimpers and moans bring a small smile and Ob thrusts his hips, knowing the loose pants hide nothing.

He licks along her breasts, teasing each with his mouth and hair. Pandora is writhing by the time he nibbles her ear.

"When I let go, you will strip to your panties and heels. I want to see what I can scent. Much longer and I am going to fuck you against the wall."

Ob steps back, taking his arm from her waist. There is no mistaking the raging hardon through the pants. Pandora's eyes trail his body lingering over his bulge. She licks her lips and Ob's lips twitch as he suppresses a smile.

"Panties and heels mujer. Now. Do not defy me, or you will be punished."