Starr Destined (Starr Series) (12 page)

“So, are you ready to experience some of that pleasure with me right now?”  I trailed my fingers over the silky skin of her stomach, and then teased her by skirting my hand round to her hips.

“Yes,” she breathed, as those seductively wicked green eyes flashed open - I could see how aroused she was.

I moved to flip her onto her front, then positioned her head and chest down on the bed, with her hands still restrained behind her back.  Now I could gaze at her beautiful sexy bottom.

“Good.  Keep still and stay like that,” I ordered brusquely, as I stood up to take my clothes off. 

Fuck, but she looked so hot, spread out in front of me like that, and I couldn’t wait to ease my ac
hing cock deep inside her.  But all in good time.

“Liam, I feel way too exposed like this.”  She started to let her legs slide down.

I leaned across to give her bottom a nice satisfying smack, then moved her back into position.

“Ow!  Liam…”

“I told you to keep still, didn't I?”

A little light bondage, with a pleasurable smack on the bottom, was as far as I was going to take the whole punishment thing - nothing more extreme.  But Sera had no idea how helpless she’d be if some pervert ever managed to get their hands on her to live out their extreme fantasies.  The kind of life I’d lived previously meant I had all these sick pictures in my head, and it nearly killed me to think of her finding out the hard way about, say, a cruel sadist, who’d love nothing better than to thrash her with something as easy to hand as the leather belt I’d just taken off.  I was thankful she was i
gnorant of men who enjoyed using canes or whips, and got turned on by seeing red welts and bruises on delicate skin like hers.  Of course I was glad she was ignorant, but it made it so fucking difficult to get through to her how vulnerable she was.

I quickly stripped off my clothes so I was naked too.  I climbed back onto the bed behind where she was kneeling, and then smacked her bottom again.  Nothing too harsh, just enough to get her endorphins flowing, but it did make her gasp.

“That was just a little smack to warm you up.”  I soothed her by caressing the silky skin of her bottom. 

“What are you going to do?”  Sera whispered.

“I'm not sure yet, I haven’t made up my mind.  Where would you like me to touch you - here, maybe?” 

I leaned over her from behind, reaching down to gently tease my fingers along the soft wet folds of her sweet and very enticing little pussy.  I carefully avoided that other enticing but forbidden zone, keeping my promise not to touch her there, even though I so easily could have while she was r
estrained in this way.

I forced myself to ignore the thought of some rapist ignoring her terrified screams as they claimed her anal virginity.  Sera had no idea of how I had to live with pictures like this flooding though my mind, whenever I didn't know where she was, whenever I couldn’t be sure that she was safe. Christ, I wished I didn't have such a vivid imagination.

“You know where I like you touching me, Liam.  You always know
exactly
how to touch me,” she moaned as I gently bit her ear and then ran my nose along her hairline, where she always smelled so fucking good.

“That’s right, I do.  Just here, isn’t it?”

Her breath hitched as I let my finger-tip lightly stroke her clitoris.

“Mmm, yes, that’s it.”

“You say I worry too much, but all I want to do is keep you safe and make sure no one else ever gets the chance to touch you this way.  I care about you so much, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you.  So please don't put yourself at risk, Seraphina.  Please don't do things that make me worry.  That’s all I ask, because I care so much about you.” 

She groaned quietly as I rubbed my length against her.  “Only
my
cock gets this close to you, ever. Understand?  So, in future, are you going to listen to me, and not take foolish risks?”

“I’ll try, Liam.” 

I let my cock slide along her folds, but held back from actually sliding in. 

“Really, I’ll try not to worry you so much.  But right now, I just really need you to fuck me.  Now. 
Really hard.”  She wriggled her sweet ass against me - it took all of my self-control to resist as she arched her back to get me inside her.

“I’m not a selfish lover, Sera.  I’m considerate of your feelings.  But before I give you what you want, I want you to promise to take more care.  That’s not too much to ask, is it?” 

“No, I…I suppose not,” she moaned, as I lightly circled my fingertip on her clitoris again.

“Good.  Now I’ve got a special treat for you.”  I reached over to the bedside c
abinet and picked up the bullet-shaped vibrator I’d put there earlier when I'd got undressed.  I switched it on and then slid one hand down to use it on her, while holding her firmly in place.  She cried out at the intensity of the sensation.

“For fuck’s sake Liam, what the hell is that?” she writhed under me.

“Just something I thought you might enjoy,” I smiled, knowing the bullet was always a sure fire way to bring a woman to a very intense climax.

I teased her, stroking and circling with the tip of the vibrator, quickly building the tension up until I felt her legs beginning to tremble beneath me.

“That’s good, isn’t it?  I can tell you really like it.  Shall I let you come like this?”  I murmured.

“Yes, yes, please Liam,” she moaned.

“Sorry my lovely, but I’ll only let you come when I'm sure you understand how serious I am about keeping you safe.”  She gasped as I took away the magic bullet of pleasure.

“Liam!  Don't stop, please.  I get it, okay?  I won’t take risks in future, I’ll be more careful,   I pro
mise.  But you really can't leave me hanging like this.”

“Well, I could.  But I won’t.  As I said, I'm your lover and all I want to do is to give you pleasure.”

I put the vibrator down as I reached over for the key to the handcuffs that I'd left within reach on the side, and undid the cuffs.  Then I rolled her over onto her back and gently massaged her wrists.

“I’m not going to fuck you.  I’m going to make love to you.  And while I'm making sweet love to you, I’m going to look into your eyes.  I want to see your beautiful face when I make you come.  B
ecause I love you, Seraphina, so very much,” I whispered.  I pulled her arms up around my neck and kissed her face, her eyes, and her lips, while she reached up to rake her fingers through my hair.

“I love you too, Liam.  More than I ever thought possible.”

She looked into my eyes, and slowly kissed me back.

As I positioned myself, she wrapped her legs around my waist, so that I could slip right into her warm, soft, silken depths.

And as always, we were a perfect bespoke fit. 

I felt her tightness slowly, wonderfully
, encompassing me and drawing me in to fill her completely. 

Made for each other. 

I slowly slid out and then in again, then repeated the process over and over, every little ripple of pleasure sparking and spreading right through my whole body, until I felt as if I was glowing from head to toe.

More.  I needed more of her. Always more.

I propped myself up on my elbows to watch her face, as she closed her eyes in pleasure the next time I stroked in.

“Is that good for you, Angel?  Because I’m very close now,” I whispered, easing right in and then swivelling my hips, grinding round, feeling the tip of my cock pressing right up against her depths, tempting me to try and get deeper still, as I could feel my release building.

“Yes, yes, don't stop.  Give me more, I need more,” she moaned, as she clung to me and dug her nails in my back, which I knew meant she was close.  I loved that we were so in tune, that I could read all the little signs and signals her body sent out to tell me how to make love to her.

It took all the control I had to slowly withdraw again, and then slowly, very slowly, force every last bit of my length back in to her exquisitely velvety tightness.  This time, as I felt her walls quivering and clenching, they were just begging me to fill her, so
I couldn’t hold back any longer.

As she tipped over the edge with a long low moan, I thrust hard and fast into her just a couple of times more, then finally released into her with one long, hard, final
, deep thrust.

“Yes, that’s it, Angel.  Take all of me,” I cried out.

“Fuck.  Liam.  Oh fuck.”  She ground herself against me, wringing out every last drop of pleasure from her orgasm.

Finally, we collapsed together on the bed, all sweaty and panting and trying to catch our breath.

“That was a good one,” she mumbled against my chest, then turned her head to smile up at me, as she pushed her hair out of the way.  She had never looked more beautiful than she did right now, all flushed and sexily mussed up.

“Not bad, I suppose” I grinned.  I curled a lock of her hair round my finger, as I hugged her tightly to my chest.

“We are good together, aren’t we?”  She sighed happily, as she hooked her leg over mine, and wrapped her arms round my neck.

“Very.  Very good.  In fact, good doesn't really cover it,” I agreed drowsily, feeling wonderfully co
ntent as we lay in our post coital slump.

“Hmm.  So good it was bad, eh?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be ‘So bad it’s good’?”

“Whatever.  Let’s just say it was one mighty fine fuck, Mr. Starr.”

“Actually, Miss Jones, I was making love to you, not fucking you, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Like I said.  Whatever.  All I know is that was a really great fuck, and that I really love you.  So there’s love and there’s fuck, all muddled up together,” she sighed sleepily.

“You’re not making much sense, but I love you too, very much.  So, have you been paying attention, to learn your lesson tonight?”  I softly kissed her lips.

“Of course.  What lesson was that?  Oh yes, that you worry too much,” She giggled, then jumped as I gave her bottom a smack.

“Not funny, Sera.  I wish you’d take this more seriously.  Seems like maybe you need a harsher lesson next time.”

“Bring it on, Liam.  I promise to be a
very
attentive student.” 

“You’d better be, or I’ll start giving out detentions.”

“I was always a good girl at school.  I never got into trouble.”

“I’d prefer you were a bad girl in my private lessons, but a good girl the rest of the time.  Seriously though, you drive me
crazy
when you take risks.  So please don't.”

“Okay.  Can't have you ending up in the loony bin, can we?  Now, I’m going to take a quick shower.”

She untangled herself, then scooted off the bed, shooting me a grin as she headed to the bathroom.

I sighed, as I lay back on the bed and folded my hands under my head.  I still hadn't really got through to her, had I?

After Liam’s demonstration
of potential stalker risks, to keep him quiet I reluctantly agreed he could come to the Grad Ball with me if he could somehow get a ticket, which I thought would be impossible at this late stage.  Of course I shouldn’t have been surprised when he smugly informed me that he’d managed to acquire a ticket - this was Liam we were talking about after all.  Money can't buy you everything, but it certainly seemed to ease the way for a lot of things - and Liam had plenty of money to burn when he chose to.

At some point, I was going to have to sit down and calmly discuss these ridiculous issues he had.  Perhaps it was something to do with his childhood and upbringing, but he worried far too much and was way too overprotective of me.  At times, he acted more like my father than my boyfriend, trying to impose rules and laying down the law about me going out by myself.  He said I drove him crazy, but if he didn’t back off, I was the one who would be going loopy.  He had to get things into pe
rspective - life involves taking all sorts of risks every day, and he couldn’t protect me against all of them. 

But I couldn’t deny I'd found it smoking hot, the way he’d taken control of things, but only because I knew I could totally trust him.  And then it had ended up on such a sweet note when he’d made beautiful gentle love to me.  I did take on board what he was trying to say, but I still thought he wo
rried far too much.  

Now, I nearly laughed out loud when I saw Liam glaring at Bradley and Glenn as we chatted and giggled together at the Grad ball.  He was propping up the bar on the other side of the room, watc
hing me like a hawk.  I knew he was struggling with his promise to stand back and not interfere, or stop me having fun with my friends - that was the condition I'd made in allowing him to come with me.  If he’d had his way, he’d have been glued to my side the entire time.

My friend Bradley had his dark hair in an enormous, ridiculously over the top, Elvis quiff.  He was already quite tall, and I’d guess the Elvis quiff added at least another five inches to his height.  I
nstead of wearing a formal dinner jacket and black tie as Liam was, Bradley was wearing the tightest of tight bright blue drainpipe trousers, a white see through shirt and an electric blue skinny snakeskin effect tie.