Starr Destined (Starr Series) (31 page)

I’d had to use every last drop of my patience in dealing with Finbarr and his cronies, as they hadn't got a fucking clue about negotiating themselves a decent recording contract.  They hadn't bothered to do any kind of research, they’d just let themselves be swept along by the thrill of actually being offered a deal - any deal would do as far as they were concerned, no matter if it was a crap one.  But I’d had their agent squirming as he tried to evade my probing questions, and despite the lack of any gratitude from the lads, at least it gave me personal satisfaction to know I’d forced a decent deal out of the slippery fucker on their behalf. 

“I know you worked really hard for the boys with that recording contract, and I appreciate it even if they don't,” Sera smiled as she squeezed my hand.  “Maybe one day they might realise they owe you a huge thank you.”

“Angel, I wouldn’t hold your breath on that one, but it doesn't matter - I did it for you, not for them.  In any case, negotiating is what I do for a living, so it was no big deal for me,” I shrugged.

“You can deny it all you want, Big Guy, but I know you really put yourself out for them.  However deeply you try to hide him, there’s a good, decent man lurking in there somewhere,” she pr
onounced.

I just smiled, and made no comment.  A good and decent man was the last thing she’d be calling me, if she’d had the slightest inkling of how insanely jealous I’d felt  when I'd found  Finbarr Fitzpatrick in her bed, or how close I'd come to pulverising him into tiny smithereens.

“Keep your eyes closed.  No peeking.” 

“What’s this all about?  What’s the big secret?”  Sera laughed, as I led her into the room that used to be my fuck pad, but which now conformed to her tastes thanks to the complete refurb she’d overseen.

“It’s a surprise.  One that I think you’re going to like - I hope so, anyway.”

“Another present? This is too much, Liam.”

“No, it isn’t, because this is something we can share.  Something we can both enjoy.  You can open your eyes now.”

Sera blinked as she took in what was new in the room.

“Oh!”

“What do you think?”

“I think we might be going to have some fun with this.”  A big smile spread over her face, as she ran her hands over the curves of the dark purple leather Tantra chair that had been delivered while we were out.  “I was disappointed you got rid of the one you had before, when I found out what it was.  But I might need some guidance from you to start with.”

“My pleasure, Angel.  The beauty of making love on a Tantra or Kama Sutra chair is that it’s especially good for a couple like us, who are very different sizes, because of the way these curves, or arcs give total support.  It means virtually any position, or any angle for love making is possible.” 

“Sounds intriguing.”

“
We can start out at beginner’s level, but seeing as you’re so flexible from yoga, I’m hoping we can move onto the advanced stuff pretty quickly,” I smirked.

“Now I understand why you were so keen to get back from Windsor.  I wondered what the big rush was.”  Sera batted my arm playfully. 

“Yeah, I knew what was waiting for us here.  But you are happy to try this out with me, aren’t you?”  I nuzzled her ear as I stood behind her, smiling when I felt her breath hitch.  She turned around and put her arms around my neck.

“Oh yes. I want
to try every position in the Kama Sutra, and then some.  Anything you can dream up, I want to try.  Even if it’s something I’m not sure about, I’ll trust your judgement.”

“Sera, you have no idea what that means to me,” I whispered.  I felt for the zip of her dress, slid it down, then pushed the flimsy sundress off her shoulders.  This was what I’d been imagining doing all the time we’d been out, but now the reality was even better.  I could see her, touch her, smell her, and she was totally fucking awesome.

“I trust you, Liam.  In every way,” she breathed.  She helped pull my shirt off over my head, then started licking and nipping my chest.  In return, I reached down and undid her front fastening white lace bra, so that I could take hold of her gorgeous soft, full breasts.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Sera. Perfect.  Just so fucking perfect.”

“I want you.  Get these off.”  She was tearing at my jeans, so to help, I shucked off my shoes and socks.

“That’s more like it,” she smirked, once my jeans and boxers were out of the way.  Then she took hold of my rock solid length and started stroking me.

“Sweet Jesus, I can't take too much of that,” I groaned, as I grabbed hold of her hand.  “Let’s concentrate on getting you naked first.”

I pulled down her tiny lace thong, and helped her slip her shoes off.  I grabbed her
up and carried her over to the Tantra chair, where I stood back for a moment to look at her, wearing just her new necklace.

“That’s how that necklace should be worn to best effect,” I grinned.  “It’s exactly what I had in mind when I bought it for you.
”

“So, how are you going to fuck me on here?”

“I think we’ll start with the basics.  Missionary, but as you’ve never experienced it before.”

As she sat back against the high curved back of the Tantra chair, I settled myself between her legs on it.  This way, we were face to face, so we could read each other’s thoughts and feelings.

“Are you okay?  Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.  I told you.  I want you,” she whispered as she pulled me to her. 

And fuck yes, she was ready for me.  So wet and welcoming to my cock as I slowly eased in to her.  “Fuck.  That’s so deep,” she groaned.

I let her move her hips to explore the different angle of penetration in this position.

“Not too deep? I’m not hurting you?”

“No, you feel fantastic.”

“You feel fantastic, too.”  I pulled her arms above her head, then bent down to kiss each of her nipples in turn. 

“How does it feel for you?  When you fuck me,” she asked, gazing into my eyes as I slowly thrust into her. 

“Hot.  Tight.  Wet.  Silky.  Fucking.  Amazing.”

She tilted her hips slightly, so I slid in even deeper.

“I want to know what being fucked is like for you, too.  Tell me, Sera.” 

“Full.  Stretched.  Stroked.  Fucking.  Amazing.  

“Do you want to move?  Try another position?”

“No.  I like it here.  For now.  Don't stop, Liam.  Just keep fucking me, just the way you are”  She gripped my hips, wrapped her legs around my waist, and ground herself against me, until every last bit of me was buried deeply inside her.  This was as close as any two people could be - lovers totally and utterly melded together.

“I love you, Sera,” I whispered, as she arched her back against the curve of the chair, making wonderful soft mewling noises of pleasure as I kept up the exquisitely satisfying rhythm, pushing us both closer towards our final crescendo. 

I closed my eyes as I felt her tightness rippling along my length as she stretched to take me. 

So fucking good.

She moaned each time my cock rammed into her hot lushness. 

“You are mine, only mine.”

No one else would ever share this experience with her.  She was mine, body and soul, just as I was hers, body and soul. 
Soul mates.

I felt her nails digging into my back, as her walls started convulsing around me, sucking me and milking me, urging me to fill her.

“I love you too, Liam.”

She flew over the edge, taking me with her, and I saw blue lights and stars, so intense was my o
rgasm.  We clung to each other as we rode it out, finally collapsing against each other in a breathless, sweaty heap, not speaking for a few minutes as we recovered.

“I just have one question for you Liam,” she eventually mumbled into my chest.

“What's that?”

“Obviously y
ou knew how good a Tantra chair would be?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled back, still stupefied from the effects of a great orgasm.

“So what made you get rid of the other one? Why wouldn’t you try it with me before?”

Shit.  Being in this room was still stirring things up.  Answering this needed my full attention, so I slowly withdrew from her, and swung round to pull her into my arms.

“You know why, Sera.  I explained all that.”

“I know, fresh start and all that.  But that shouldn’t mean that you can't draw on your experience for us.  I’m okay with your past, because that’s what it is.  The past.  And actually, I'm pretty pissed
off you got rid of all your sex toys.  You never gave me the choice about whether I might like to play with some of them.”

“There’s nothing to stop us restocking.  You could choose.  We’ve already played with
a few things, haven’t we?  Blindfolds, handcuffs, a magic bullet.  What takes your fancy next, Sera?”

“I don't know, really.  How would you feel about being restrained?  If I said I wanted to cuff you to the headboard, for example, would you be up for that?”

“No!  No way!  I’ve never been into the dominatrix scene, although I wouldn’t mind seeing you dressed up in one of those sexy black leather outfits,” I smirked.  “But I don’t do being cuffed or tied up.  Ever.  Sorry, but that’s just how it is for me,” I insisted firmly.

“I see.  Being a total control freak means you feel unable to hand over control to anyone else, even me?”

“Afraid so.  I’d have real issues with being restrained, so that’s off the list.  Sorry, but I'm just being honest in telling you how it is for me.”  I didn't elaborate about how it brought me out in a cold sweat just thinking about being restricted in that way.  No fucking way.

“Interesting.  How about just a little sensory deprivation then?”  Sera suggested coyly, as she lightly ran her fingers over my chest.

“Depends.  What did you have in mind?”  I frowned.

“I thought maybe you could handle a blindfold, while I tried something out on you?  As my way of thanking you for such a great birthday today.”

“We could try it, I suppose,” I agreed, thinking that as long as my hands remained free, I should be able to tolerate it.

“Great!  In that case, just wait here, I’ll be back in a minute.”  Sera jumped up, grabbing her robe that was hanging on the back of the door.

“I’ll just take a quick shower,” I said as I headed for the bathroom.

“I wouldn’t worry about getting cleaned up just yet,” she shouted back, as she left the room.

After Sera had finished with the silk scarf, champagne, strawberries and melted chocolate, I unde
rstood why she’d told me not to bother with showering first.

The silk scarf was for a blindfold so I couldn’t see what she was doing, which I managed to tolerate.

The strawberries were for dipping in the champagne and then sucking and eating together.  I managed to tolerate this pretty well.

The melted chocolate was for pouring over my body for her to suck and lick off me.  I’d never had chocolate sucked off my dick before.  This I tolerated exceptionally well.

I liked Seraphina’s idea of a birthday tea party. 

Over the next couple of months, we settled into a routine that suited us pretty well.  We both liked to go out for a run after work sometimes, after being stuck in the office all day.  We were both early risers, keen to get on with the day.  We both liked to cook and try out new recipes.  We were both perfectionists, irritated by sloppy work that lacked attention to detail.  Sera stayed with me in my apartment the majority of the time, but one or two nights a week she’d go back to her place and maybe have Abbey over, or spend the night by herself.  I had to accept that this was her way of keeping her independence, but Christ, I hated those nights, and I never slept very well without her.  And although I teased her about her singing, Sera actually had a really great voice, which I missed when she wasn’t around.

My business hadn't suffered when I’d reorganised my workload so that I didn’t need to go away as frequently, which just proved the motivation for me to get out of the office so much previously, had been restlessness rather than necessity.

Sera seemed to have got over her nightmares about Scott Franklin - for now anyway, while he was safely locked up in prison on remand.  The court case was set for December, and because I was worried this could set her nightmares off again, I was trying to shield her from the fact that there was a good chance he might get off, as most of the evidence against him was circumstantial.  At least I'd been promised by the police that I'd get notice if Scott was going to be released.  Naturally, I preferred that he be dealt with by the law, but if that course of action failed to serve justice, then I had back up plans to deal with the fucker. 

These days, I had Sera accompany me to some of my daytime business meetings, as well as functions in the evenings.  Apart from the fact that I wanted her with me as much as possible, I’d discovered she had a natural flair for communicating and putting people at their ease, which was very useful in developing contacts.  I’d always worked on deals on my own before, I’d never needed or wanted any kind of a close colleague.  But Sera and I had become a good team, and when we worked together, there was an unspoken rhythm and flow between us.  She was beautiful, she was sexy, and yet we could put that to one side when we were working together.  I was as much in love with her mind as I was with her body.