Fractured Crystal: Sapphires and Submission (22 page)

“Jarvis is another of the other few people that I trust completely,” he told her as they sat together in the back of his car. Placing his hand on hers, he squeezed it gently and she felt her final resistance to him melting away.

The apartment was in a private residential area gated away from the rest of the city. As Jarvis deposited them beside the old, brick buildings that had been tastefully renovated, he led her inside where a doorman greeted them and summoned the lift. The block was not especially tall, but Kris felt her excitement rising as they stepped out not, as she had expected in a corridor lined with doors leading to other people’s homes, but straight into a penthouse suite that obviously dominated the entire top floor.

“It may not be much, but it’s home,” Daniel said with mock dismissal.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, looking out at the Travertine marble floor and walls adorned with contemporary artists, a few of whom she recognised immediately, exquisitely arranged furniture scattered before her.

“Fucking hell!” she squealed, racing forward and forgetting herself. “That’s a Damien Hirst, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning as he watched her race from artwork to artwork like a kid in a candy store. “Over-rated, I think.”

She stopped and glowered at him. “And to think I let you look at my crap.” She shuddered as she gazed around her.

Crossing towards her, he lifted his hand and touched her hair very gently. “Anything I say now is going to come across now as patronising, but I will add this. Most of this is just stuff. No matter what else I see, it... affected me that I became an artwork for someone else, someone who wasn’t looking for the usual kind of patronage. In any case,” he said, letting his hand fall to hers and leading her to one of the large windows that looked out across the city. “This is the real artwork.”

Exulting, Kris looked down towards the river, past the lights that shone across London at midnight. The city was more alive to her now than it had ever been, and she realised that she had never really looked at it this way during the hours of darkness. When Daniel came and stood beside her, placing his hands on her shoulders, her body began to tremble and something inside her opened up.

It was she who kissed him first, putting her fingertips to his scarred cheek and guiding him down towards her mouth, sliding the warm creature of her mouth into his, exploring him, seeking him out. He was still gazing at her
—
she realised he was measuring her, waiting to see if this would be her moment of revenge, but all thoughts of that were gone now. Instead, she closed her eyes and slid her hands down the hard muscles of his chest, kissing him with all her passion.

As his own hands moved to her breasts, she moaned, and she let her touch drop further, tugging at the belt around his trousers. The thought of a similar belt in a very different place made her shudder with ecstatic longing
—
but there would be another time for that. Now she simply wanted to allow her body to experience his.

He was still watching her with that intense gaze of his that made her tremble as she lowered onto her knees, her lips parting slightly, the edges of them glistening where she had licked them as she looked up at him with large, blue eyes. Her fingers, normally so small and nimble, were fumbling slightly now as she tugged at his zip, her own desperation making her nervous. As she dipped her hand inside the fabric of his clothes and felt what was inside, hot and heavy, stretching forward, she groaned and her sex began to flower.

“Oh God, oh fucking God,” she said in a low voice. “It’s only been a few days and already I’d forgotten how big it is!”

He placed his hands on her head, gently at first, while she drew out his erection and touched it to her lips, flicking her tongue along and underneath the veined shaft, making it wet with her spittle. All the time she was watching his face as she moved back and forth then, parting her lips as wide as they would go, she took the smooth head into her mouth. She bobbed back and forth a few times, then pushed herself down on him deeper, forcing herself to gag a little as she tried to deepthroat him.

His own grip tightened on her hair, and he
—
realising what she wanted
—
held her in place as he began to dominate her mouth. She had done this before so often in their short time together, and it was a first act of submission by her. Whatever else happened outside this room, now she was giving him mastery of her body.

Her back arched and she lifted her torso up from her knees, allowing him easier entry into her throat. His grip was iron, and while one hand formed a semicircle around his shaft, masturbating him into her mouth, her other passed through the front of her dress, parting the fabric further and sliding into the soft fabric of her underwear which was already moistening as her labia parted.

Rubbing her clit more furiously, she allowed him to hold her head still as he pushed into her, withdrawing and then forcing himself in deeper. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in gasps and choking sobs when he withdrew, and thin strands of saliva, glistening like jewels, hung from her lips to the tip of his cock, so huge and magnificent.

Had anyone been on a level with the apartment, they would have seen a large, well-built man stripping his jacket and shirt from his torso, virtually ripping off his clothes while a smaller, dark-haired woman bobbed up and down at his waist, her mouth pleasuring him as fully as it was able. After a few more moments of this, they would have seen him crouch down, pushing her dress from her shoulders, burying his face in her breasts as she furiously drew her hand along his length, rejoicing in its weight and length. Then, not even bothering to remove his trousers but simply pushing them further down his firm thighs, the view would have been of him lowering her to the floor
—
she parting slender thighs, her high heels rising up above his trousers as she folded her legs across his back. The look upon her face as he penetrated her would had shown them, if they could not guess, that her desperation for him was such that when her orgasm began almost immediately, it was a long and powerful surrender to pleasure.

Daniel was still asleep when she woke up. The bed sheets were scrawled with the signatures of their bodies, and as she stared down at his lean, muscular body, one arm outstretched to where her own form had been lying only moments before, she wanted more than anything to climb back in beside him
—
unfortunately, as he would have put it, sometimes necessity got in the way of desire.

Compared to their earlier encounters, their lovemaking had been almost conventional, his large body pressing down on her as he fucked her in that bed, or she on her hands and knees with him entering her from behind. Her vagina could still remember him, was, indeed a little tender, and the passion with which he had filled her, used her, had exhausted her. She trembled as she made her way into the
bathroom
, her body still stretched from their long assault of each other.

She gave a low whistle as she looked around her. The wet room itself was larger than her bedroom, covered with pale yellow Travertine and with a stark but beautiful chrome shower at one end, a white bath at the other and a beautiful marble basin and porcelain loo. It was better than any hotel she had ever stayed in
—
certainly a contrast to the primitive facilities at Comrie
—
and for a little while she played with the soaps and gels in a mirrored panel above the basin, smelling the delicious scents before deciding on the one she would use to clean herself.

Her eyes were closed, her body enjoying the sensation of the steam and hot water flooding over her, and so she did not see him enter the room, did not hear him above the powerful hiss of spray. Yet when he moved into the shower, she felt his presence and, her long hair plastered against her neck and shoulders, her hands raised to her breasts which she had soaped up, she pushed herself gently against him.

Kissing her, his smooth jaw pressing to the nape of her neck, his lips moving up to the hairline as he pushed it away with the fingers of one hand, he moved the other down around her front. He was bending slightly, his head fully above hers and she did not open her eyes, enjoying the sensations of his hand moving across the suds on her nipples as they were washed away, squeezing them, cupping her soft breasts as he let himself slot into the curves of her body.

Now, without shoes, completely naked, she was so small next to him. She couldn’t keep her eyes closed any longer but looked up at him, turning and lifting her arms to place them around his neck, looking into his eyes as her lips moved on his, her tongue sliding into him. The weight of his cock was heavy as it began to rise against her belly, and the sensation of its length, the hardness of his body against the sweetness of hers, made her begin to open up once more.

Letting her hand fall, her slender fingers took hold of that heavy weight and began to masturbate him, enjoying the water flooding through her grip, his balls hanging down as she caressed him. He in turn pulled her in closer, moved his strong fingers down her back, massaging her spine and slipping between her buttocks, down to the perineum, still tender from their previous force. She gasped as one digit slid into her, moving along the slit of her sex and up into the velvet walls of her vagina.

When he turned her around, pushing her against the cold marble walls so that her breasts were pressed against the hard surface, causing her to moan at the pleasant shock of that sensation, she lifted herself up as high as she could on her toes, raising her posterior and arching her back slightly so that her ass was pushed into the air. He manoeuvred behind her, taking his erection in one hand and guiding it to her vulva, bending his knees so that he would be able to take what he wanted.

Their fucking had made her limber, supple, if also a little sore, but he was gentle as he stretched her and she cried out, whimpering slightly as he slid inch after inch inside her. She grasped the edge of the shower with one hand, steadying herself, and he held himself still for a few moments, letting her get used to him inside her. Then, taking her wet hair in his fist, he made her back arch more, her blindly ecstatic face looking upwards as he moved in and out of her.

When she was trembling with an orgasm, thought she would fall, he pulled out of her, frustrating her for a moment so that greedily, hungrily, she turned to grab hold of him, her nails raking across the slithering wet surface of his flesh. He for his part took her small limbs easily, placed them about his shoulders and shifted his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her up and then letting her slide down his shaft so that her eyes opened with wild desire as she raised herself and fell once more upon him, her orgasm flooding over her. With the hot water of the shower pouring over them, he stood there, impassive and majestic, her small body moving up and down upon him until, a
t last, she simply gripped his
neck, her legs around his waist, shuddering and trembling with pleasure as he ejaculated inside her.

“I think that was the nicest way I’ve ever greeted the day,” she said later as she sat in his kitchen, a dressing gown partly covering her drying body, her hair hanging in beautiful curling fronds down to her shoulders. Daniel smiled and flashed her a devilish look. He was standing at the central island, preparing breakfast for her, dressed in a pair of loose fitting trousers, his torso turning her on with each passing moment. She wondered if the item of clothing was meant to douse her passion, but instead having that massive thing so close yet hidden by such flimsy fabric was making her ever hotter.

“I could always skip work today,” she told him, raising one eyebrow.

“But I, unfortunately, could not,” was his reply, which somewhat deflated her. “Felix may be CEO now, but the company does demand a little of my attention from time to time.”

Sulking, she said: “I thought I was going to be your mad love, your
amour fou
?” she said. “Is there nothing I can do to tempt you?”

“I would think that a little restraint would make the heart grow fonder.”

“Yes,” she said thoughtfully. “You were a little restrained, but not in the way I was expecting.” As she spoke, her eyes glanced across the open plan apartment to near the window where his trousers and shirt lay beside her dress and their shoes.

He frowned. “I wasn’t a disappointment, was I?”

She sniggered. “I don’t think you’re the kind of man who has to worry about performance issues. No, I was thinking of something much more... inventive.” So saying, she slipped off the high stool and walked out to the living area, letting the gown fall open so that her breasts, taut and firm, bounced a little before her, the tender curve of her belly forming a pleasant curve.

Bending down, she retrieved the belt while letting the gown fall to the floor, then bent over a chair, exposing the smooth flow of her buttocks as she parted her legs slightly.

“I just thought sir would like to put a very naughty girl in her place.”

By the time she had returned home and taken off her dress it was far too late to even pretend that she would be at work in time. Her buttocks hurt, and she was sure that she would have bruises by the end of the day, but her grin as she walked (somewhat tentatively) home was impossible to hide, and indeed had drawn the attention of a number of men on the Tube. She had simply responded silently but flirtatiously, smiling with an expression that told them they could look but not touch.