Continental Beginnings (5 page)

The lunar glow glinting in her cobalt eyes, her shiny lips, her sweet smell lingering on the sheets and me… it’s all I can do not to cream myself. In one swift motion, I flip her onto her belly and she moans her approval. Pinning her wrists behind her, I climb the curve of her back and lick up her spine, spellbound by the salty sweet taste of her skin.

“I’m hungry,” I whisper low and harsh in her ear as I bite into her shoulder blade lightly.

“Devour me, Mr. Pettifor,” she growls and the sound of her needy and ravenous voice sends shivers down my spine.

I reach over to the nightstand where I’ve emptied the contents of my pockets and grab the lone condom that sits on it. I briefly let go of her wrists to put the rubber on and her hands remain where I left them. Guiding the head of my shaft to her pussy, I push myself into her in one quick thrust. I drive into her over and over, pumping into her with solid forceful momentum as I impale her and fill her to maximum depth.

“Tell me you enjoy being fucked like this, Ms. Darcy.
Tell me,
” I pant out, losing myself in the heat of the moment.

“Yes, I… I do,” she stutters out of breath with her face half buried in the pillow.

She feels so damned good, I need to hear more…“Tell me my cock is the only one you like fucking,” I say with more fervor as I release her wrists to squeeze her ass cheeks.

Snaking one hand up her spine, I fist the hair at the base of her neck and pull her head back so I can watch her gorgeous mouth say the words I long to hear.

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” she sighs longingly, her passionate breathless statement ending with a low-pitched mewl and growl.

The dirty wet sounds of our fucking, the smell of our mixed sex and those heated words spoken so true - and I cum powerfully and without warning. With my head swimming from excitement and my cock still trembling from the intensity of our encounter, I throw myself onto the bed next to her, my eyes tightly closed and my hands fisting my hair.

My heart swells with the one feeling I don’t want and reality slaps me sharply across my face and screams at me –
wake up you fool! You’re dreaming if you think this woman is any different than the rest!
I don’t want to believe that. I can’t. I won’t. I want to accept that the connection that we have is real and goes beyond sexual. I need to believe that she feels the same.
Oh, hell, who am I kidding?

***

I wake to the sound of the door closing and only the faint smell of sex and Bella. Rubbing my eyes, I sit on the edge of the bed and scan the room for her.  She left without saying goodbye?
Unacceptable
. I check my schedule and ready myself for my early morning meeting. Deciding against a shower, I clean up the best I can, wanting the smell of Bella to remain on me all day.

I arrive 20 minutes early to find Bella preparing my paperwork and presentation. As always, she’s efficient. She’s glowing and energetic, and looks thoroughly sexed. It’s a lovely look for her. No – lovely is too mild a word. She looks
divinely filthy.

“Good morning, Ms. Darcy,” I tell her.

“Mmm-hmm, it definitely is,” she counters with a sly grin on her mouth and without making eye contact as she lays documents on the long conference table.

“How do you feel?” I ask her as she moves around the table stealthily, her heels clicking on the tiled floor in unison with my heart beat and her hips sashaying teasingly beneath her tightly fitted skirt.

Her cheeks pink up and she straightens and faces me. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

Raising my eyebrows at her I ask, “Fine?”

This time she smiles the same shy smile she gave me the first time I met her.

“As fine as can be expected after…
that,
” she states, wiggling her eyebrows up and down lasciviously.

I almost burst out laughing at the exaggerated and impish look on her face, but we’re rudely interrupted as other members of our team start filing into the room.

Moving up behind Bella as she continues with her task of setting up the lecture, I grip her upper arm and whisper into her ear, “Don’t ever leave my bed again without my permission. Is that understood?”

Her body stiffens, her breathing quickens and I feel the exhilaration of dominating a submissive course through my veins.

“Yes, Sir. It won’t happen again,” she answers aptly.

***

The day is long and mind-numbingly boring, and I have a difficult time concentrating on anything other than the previous nights’ fucktivities. On the occasions that I glance at Bella, I catch her watching and studying me. When I quirk an eyebrow at her in acknowledgement of her desirous stare, she nervously looks away as if she’s a child who’s been caught red-handed doing something she shouldn’t be. As usual, I’m torn between liking the longing gaze that she’s throwing my way and wanting to run the other way.

When lunchtime arrives, I excuse myself from the group to eat alone outside the office. Bella looks hurt, but I just want to distance myself.

While I’m out walking the streets of Naples, I spy a lingerie shop. Unable to resist, I stop in and pick out the silliest pair of panties I can find, hoping they’ll bring a smile to Bella’s face.

After the remainder of our seminar, I finally shower and make my way to Bella’s room to gather her for our company’s dinner plans. Still thinking about last night’s fuck fest, I’m feeling a mixture of anxious and frisky. When she answers her door, she’s wrapped in a robe and the smell emanating from her is more than I can withstand.  Dinner can wait - my strained dick can’t.

“I’m hungry, Ms. Darcy, but not for dinner,” I say, gripping her around her waist and backing her into her room.

Dropping the box with her gift to the floor, I ravage her, tearing off the terry cloth that’s standing between me and her decadent body. She mirrors my response by ripping my jacket off me, followed by my shirt. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed and she spreads out for me, her naked body and hair still damp from her shower.  I slowly remove my belt, deciding on what to do with it. Bella’s eyes round as I run the black leather through my fingers.

“Oh, Ms. Darcy… the things I’m going to do to you.”

Bella licks her lips and opens her legs, her eyelids heavy with wanting –
wanting for me.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I remove the condom from my back pocket and strip my pants off.

“Cross your wrists and place them on your belly,” I order as I straddle her, and she readily complies.

Pushing the belt under her and around her waist, I tighten the leather over her wrists so that she’s unable to move them or use them to resist me.

“No kicking or resisting, Ms. Darcy. It won’t be tolerated. Is that understood?”

Bella nods tensely.

“I won’t hurt you, but you will be uncomfortable. Simply state
yellow
if you’re getting uneasy or
red
if you’re unable to tolerate what I’m doing to you.”

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” Bella murmurs and my name whispered from on her full lips sends adrenaline surging through my blood and to my brain.

I position myself between her legs, grab a pillow and shove it underneath her lower back to give me leverage. In my excitement to get inside her, I struggle with the condom. I close my eyes, slow my breathing and steady my hands.

“Prepare yourself, Ms. Darcy, this position can be demanding,” I warn her once the rubber is finally in place. “But I believe in you and your capabilities of handling all that I intend to do to you.”

Her eyes widen and her breathing quickens with my words and it’s all I can do not to smile at the fear and excitement brimming in her eyes.

When she’s least expecting, I push her knees up to her chest and she lets out a gasp as I tilt her pelvis upwards, totally exposing her splendid pussy to me. Holding her ankles firmly with one hand, I guide my cock into her entrance and slowly ease myself into her. Once I’m completely sheathed by her cunt, I finger her clit. After only a few slow caresses, her pussy becomes drenched. The view of my cock sliding in and out of her is so magnificent, I can’t take my eyes off it. Only when I hear her lusty and pained groaning am I able to force myself to look into her eyes. She’s watching me with the same intensity she was in the meeting this afternoon, her sapphire eyes piercing right through me, reading my thoughts.

No, no, no.
I don’t want this feeling.
I just want to fuck her senseless, not
this.
I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts of the overwhelming sense of need she’s instilling in me. Tilting her pelvis even further upwards, I stab into her, making her squeal out.
That’s better.

“Tell me again how much you like fucking this cock,” I command.

“You know I do,” she whines.

“Louder, Ms. Darcy,” I exhale.

“Yes,” she whimpers out only slightly louder.

Pounding into her deeper and more fiercely, I demand more. “What part of louder don’t you understand, God damn it. I want to hear you scream that my cock is the only one for you,” I roar.

“God, yes… yes…” she pants out frantically.

“Not God - me and
only me.
Now fucking say my name before I lose all patience with you,” I snarl through gritted teeth as I lean down into her ear.

“Only you, Mr. Pettifor.
Only you…
”
she replies stridently and out of breath, writhing underneath me as if trying to escape my brutal fucking.

I drag her by her hips back to me and push deeper yet until I meet resistance against her back wall.

“I know you’re not resisting me, are you? Because you know how I feel about that sort of behavior, don’t you?” I grunt.

She nods enthusiastically and breathlessly answers, “Yes, yes, I know the rules.”

“Yellow?” I ask, making sure she’s still up to the task.

“No, Sir. More, please,” she begs with her eyes tightly closed.

As soon as her cunt muscles start to pulsate, I push off of her and stand at the foot of the bed and stroke myself. Her eyes open and a look of bewilderment and frustration settles on her gorgeous face. Her eyebrows knit together when I remain silent to her unspoken question. When her mouth opens, I put my finger up to my mouth to shush her.

“Do. Not. Speak,” I state low and firm.

Her mouth closes and she swallows hard.

“Now, do you think you’re worthy of coming after the way you left me this morning without my permission?” I ask as I grip my shaft.

Her eyes move over my body and rest on my stroking motions, her tongue poking out and slicking her lips.

Getting irritated with her lack of response, I narrow my eyes at her and order her to respond.  “You’re pushing my limits, Ms. Darcy. You know I don’t like waiting, so answer me.”

“No, I suppose I don’t,” she declares uneasily.

“Wrong answer,” I grumble.

She bites her bottom lip and writhes uncomfortably on the bed.

“I’ll permit you to try one more time before I’m forced to discipline your lack of a proper response,” I announce evenly, moving my hand over my cock faster.

She mumbles something incoherent and moans, and for a moment, I think she’s going to cry or yell, or both.

“Ms. Darcy…” I urge impatiently.

“No, I don’t deserve to cum, Sir. But…”

“But
what
?” I ask tetchily.

“But I want you, Mr. Pettifor.
Only you.
”

Perfect.
“That’s my good little pet.”

Climbing back on top of her, I spread her legs as wide as I can push them and thrust into her, my grunting and heavy breathing drowning out Bella’s moaning. I push further and further, delighting in the expression on Bella’s face. When her muscles begin to contract around my shaft at a frenzied pace, I’m unable to stop myself from coming.

I quickly pull out, the condom still around me and I dive into her pussy, trying to force an orgasm out of her. Pushing my fingers inside of her, I find her ridge and tug at it while I suck at her swollen pearl. She shrieks and thrashes momentarily before she releases and then stills. When I look up at her, her hair is a mess around her face and her breathing is ragged, and she’s a vision to behold – an image of sheer splendor. Once again she looks exhaustively fucked, just as she should.

I wobbly stand to my feet and remove the condom, then the belt around my beautifully dutiful princess. She remains motionless, her eyes watching my movements fixedly as her breathing gradually slows. The red marks left on her skin are impressive, as was her performance.

I make a fast trip to the bathroom to gather a wet washcloth to clean us both and when I return, Bella is curled up on her left side, sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake her, I dim the lights, spoon up behind her and pull her close against my chest. Fuck dinner plans. I just want to lie like this until the sun comes up.

Nuzzling my nose into her still damp hair, she smells of Bella, sweat, sex, and me. The combination is intoxicating and invigorating. I nip her neck and suck at it possessively thinking about my smell lingering on her skin and she whimpers softly.

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” she sighs, talking in her sleep.

“Yes, Bella, dream only of me my princess,
only me
,” I say softly in her ear, knowing she won’t remember a word I’ve said.

I close my eyes, lulled by the sound of my own heart beating, her slow and deep breathing, and the pounding of her heart against the palm of my hand. And there it is again –
that feeling.
I try to resist it, but it’s too late.

I’m falling, falling, falling deeper…

Chapter 8

Sitting in class as my trainees take a written test, my thoughts are on Bella and our recent trip to Italy. The memory of her naked body pressed against mine is still fresh in my mind and makes my dick ache to be in her again.  The vision of her standing stripped down to her flowery panties as she shook her ass mischievously at me makes me smile. Her attempt at a strip tease was both comical and sexy as hell and I catch myself chuckling lightly. Several students look up when they hear me and I quickly compose myself.