Stranger at the beach house (20 page)

 
“I’ve never done that before,” I whispered,
gasping as he ground his fingers into me, increasing the delicious pressure on
my clit. “I can’t,” I panted.

 
“You will, Rose. But I won’t do it unless you
beg me to,” and I relaxed instantly. “And you will
beg
me,” he said with a certainty that even made me doubt myself. Oh God. There was
no way that would ever happen. Was there? There was something in his arrogant
tone that made me think it just might as he rubbed me again and again, sucking
my rigid nipples and grazing his teeth across their tender surface. I moaned
through my panting as his fingers plunged deep into my core, delicious waves of
pleasure building until I was on the edge, writhing and groaning beneath him.

 
Abruptly he stopped the erotic onslaught on
my pussy, concentrating only on my nipples and I cried out, frustrated as he
leant over me, dark eyes blazing into mine as my chest heaved, my breathing
ragged, his hand grabbing mine to stop it before I could slide it between my
legs. “Please,” I gasped, trying my luck with the other hand, my pussy
desperate for its release as he grabbed them together, pinning them firmly
above my head and reaching into the bedside drawer.

“I
can’t trust you not to touch yourself, Rose” he grinned, pulling out a long
strip of silk and tying my hands to the bed as I wriggled beneath him, kicking
out in frustration as he laughed at my vain attempts at freedom. As annoyed as
I was, this was beyond mere arousal. I was so turned on my body was shameless
in its need. I had never been so wet and it was him who had to bring my relief,
his mouth, his hands,
his
cock. Wherever he wanted?
The thought flicked across my brain. No I couldn’t, not yet. Oh I was in
trouble.

 
“Am I sweet, Baby?” he smirked.

“No,”
I snapped as he adjusted my bindings and
 
flipped me over onto my front, sending shivers across my skin as he ran
his fingers gently down my spine, caressing my buttocks as I ground my hips
into the soft bed, craving the pressure on my pulsing clit.

 
“Oh no you don’t,
beautiful,”
he chuckled, reaching his hands around my waist and pulling
me up to rest on my knees, forcing my backside into the air as he moved behind
me. “You’ll come when my cock is filling your arse and not before,” he growled
and I felt it, free of his shorts, nudging and throbbing against me as he
massaged both buttocks firmly, laying soft gentle kisses over my back.

As
he moved his fingers underneath me, stroking gently across my swollen lips and
desperate clit I cried out, craving his fullness. My thighs were soaked in my
juices as his fingers ran up the soft flesh to that forbidden place as once
again he pressed his saturated thumb against the tight opening.

He
maintained the gentle circling of my throbbing nub with his other hand, pushing
his rigid shaft hard against me as the intense pleasure built and built.
“Please fuck me, Sam,” and his cock slammed into my pussy as I squeezed my
muscles around him, the incredible fullness bringing me closer and closer and I
screamed in pleasure as he inserted first one, then two hot wet fingers into my
arse, circling as he continued to pump hard into me. I had never felt so
entirely full as my muscles began their first delicious contractions when he
pulled out, leaving me gasping, concentrating only on the fingers rotating in
my most private place, opening me up.

 
I was shocked to realise that I was bucking
against him, demanding more as he lubricated my hole, bombarding me with new
sensations and I was desperate to feel him there. “Please fuck me, Sam,” I
cried out through panting breaths.

 
“Where?” he asked as he ran a smooth hand
gently across my back in such contrast to his aggressive tone.

 
“There,” I moaned as he rotated his fingers
widening my entrance. “Please,” I pleaded as his wet cock throbbed hard against
me.

“Are
you sure, Rose?” I was bucking against him, needing his cock, but he was playing
with me and doling out his exquisite torture as I steeled myself, desperate for
him. What the hell did he want me to say? Suddenly I knew what it would take.
“Please Baby, I’m begging you. I need you to fuck my arse,” and I was rewarded
with a low deep groan rumbling from the depths of his throat as he eased his
huge slick erection into my hot, tight hole as his hand rubbed at my clit.

I
thrust my hips back, driving him deeper, crying out with the unique sensations
and the sting of pain as he drew my pleasure out wave by glorious wave,
pounding my arse and stroking my engorged pussy, pulling the buds of my
sensitive nipples until I was lost in him, consumed by the bliss of his body
and rocketing towards my orgasm. “God you’re so tight, Baby, your arse feels so
fucking good, so perfect and all mine,” he said deeply, his words tipping me
over the edge into my ecstatic release, his fingers moving inside me to feel
the delicious shudders of my orgasm as he spurted his hot cum into my most
illicit space.

“Fuck,
Sweetheart. That was incredible,” he smiled, kissing me forcefully and gently
undoing my restraints, rubbing my wrists softly.

 
“I like arrogant Sam,” I gasped, my breathing
still ragged, smiling up at him as I lay back on his huge red bed, satisfied,
sore and utterly exhausted as I drifted into a relaxed sleep.
  

Chapter 18

“Hey
sleepyhead, you need to get up. We’ve got a busy day today, Sam grinned as I
slowly came into consciousness.

 
“What time is it?” I panicked, staring at him wide
eyed. I could tell from how relaxed I felt and the light of the breaking dawn
outside that I must have been out all night.

 
“Seven thirty. I wanted us to have breakfast
together before my meetings,” he smiled as I rubbed my eyes.

If
it was always going to be like this I thought sleepily, I could do this
forever. “Sit up,” he smiled as I yawned and stretched. “I’ve brought you some
juice,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me and lifting the glass to my lips.
“Thank you for last night. It was really special and I know you haven’t done
that before,” he said gently

Oh.
I flushed. “So you’re back to being sweet then?” I giggled. “Just for the
record, Sam, your alter ego left me no other choice,” I grinned.

 
“Are you complaining?” he raised an eyebrow at
me.

“Hell
no, I’d like to see him again,” I said, reaching to kiss his beautiful mouth as
he pulled me into his arms.

He
was already dressed and as I raked my bleary eyes over him my heart flipped. He
was wearing a beautifully cut grey three piece suit, white dress shirt and blue
tie that exactly matched his eyes and he looked utterly breathtaking. I
swallowed hard as he watched my wide eyed reaction, rubbing my eyes and trying
to flatten my matted, wayward hair. It was not possible for me to ever look that
glorious and especially after I’d been fucked into oblivion by the magnificent
man in front of me.

“You
look amazing,” I said, still stunned as he passed me a T-shirt, leaning in to
kiss me again.

 
“So do you,” he smiled as I flushed knowing
that I certainly did not. Hell, so what. Those were the kind of lies I could
live with I thought to myself, wondering if he actually really needed glasses.

“Come
on, I’ve made breakfast,” he said as I padded through to the kitchen behind him
where he’d laid out a box of cereal and some slightly burnt toast.

 
“Thanks,” I laughed as he pulled a puppy dog
face and I bit into the toast just to keep him happy.

“I’ve
got a driver who’ll come and pick you up whenever you’re ready to go, here’s
his number, just call him with a time,” he said, as I looked at the card he
placed in my hand, raising my eyebrows and looking up at him.

 
“Posh,” I grinned as he nodded.

 
“That’s me, Baby. I’ve booked Joseph at
Harrods from eleven. If you go to the personal shopping section he’ll help you
with what I need and put it on my account, he knows the budget,” he smiled.

“When
you’ve finished, one of the other assistants is going to help you with your
winter wardrobe and a dress for Saturday. You’ll need at least six party
dresses and get whatever you want, Rose. I mean
whatever
you want. I want the suspension on that car seriously at
risk when you come back,” he laughed.

 
“I really don’t need that much, Sam,” I
smiled.

 
“This needs to last you until spring. That way
we can cosy up in the beach house without ever having to leave,” he smiled, and
put like that I rather liked the sound of his argument.

 
“You’d better get me two cars then,” I laughed
as he moved around, pulling me into a long hard kiss.

 
“That’s my girl,” he smiled, gazing down at me
as I melted under the feel of his hard body in that beautiful suit.

“You
look gorgeous in a suit, Sam, what time is your meeting?” I asked, looking up
at him coyly as he checked the Omega for the time.

 
“In half an hour,” he replied as I ran my hand
down his arm, standing and arching my body towards him in the hope he’d take my
hint.

 
“How long will it take you to get there?” I
smiled as he eyes narrowed, gazing down at me and darkening, black eclipsing
the beautiful sapphire blue.

 
“Half an hour, why?” he asked as I ran my hand
across the fabric of his hard chest.

“I
just liked the thought of being full of your cum while I shop for your
clothes,” I said as innocently as I could, turning to walk away as he spun me
around, dragging his T-Shirt over my head and bending me over the counter as I
gasped and squealed in delight.

 
“Fuck it, they can wait,” he said and I heard
the sound of his zip as he grabbed my waist, running his cock across the
entrance of my pussy, groaning and cursing loudly as he entered me. It was a
hot, hard fuck and I was drowning in pleasure at the sheer carnality of Sam as
he possessed me totally, still almost fully clothed as I bent naked before him.

“Fuck,
Rose,” he moaned as pleasure gripped me, my vision white as waves crashed over
me, squeezing his cock as he pumped his cum inside me, resting his head on my
back before pulling out and zipping his trousers back up. “Jesus, Baby,” he
smiled, turning me around and kissing me long and hard, his breathing still
ragged as I came back to earth. “You’re incredible,” he smiled before rushing
out and then rushing back to kiss me again as I stood naked in the kitchen,
dazed and incredibly happy. “I’ll meet you in Harrods,” he said, cupping my
face and kissing me again and then he was gone.

I
skipped to the shower, ecstatic at how the morning was going already and eager
to meet Lizzie to shop till we dropped. I was excited at the thought of buying
Sam’s clothes and went into the huge walk in wardrobe off the side of his
bedroom to get a feel for what he liked.

There
was row after row of suits in various colours and lots of black. Black shirts,
black sweaters, black T-shirts. I hadn’t had him pegged as a man who wore so
much black. He didn’t seem to at the beach house, but looking at this lot it
was definitely his uniform in the city. I’d inject some colour that was for
sure I giggled, getting myself dressed and calling the number on the card for
the driver to collect me.
A driver.
A bloody driver I
laughed, making my way into the foyer of the apartment block. It was pretty
insane.

Joseph
at Harrods turned out to be like nothing I was expecting. He was older,
sophisticated and clearly used to dressing Sam. “He said you’ve got carte
blanche, my Dear,” he smiled at me as I ran my fingers over the beautiful
fabrics on a row of dress shirts. “Personally I think he wears too much black.
I’ve been trying to get him to expand his tastes for years now,” he said as I
turned to smile at him. Joseph had read my mind.

“I
think today you may get your chance, Joseph,” I laughed as he gathered a
handful of shirts, motioning me to a chair and popping a glass of champagne in
my hand. “It’s not even midday,” I laughed as he grinned at me.

“We’re
celebrating, Rose, and it’s twelve o’ clock somewhere in the world, chin
chin
,” he laughed, motioning for me to drink as I sipped at
the bubbles that danced across my tongue. It wasn’t Dom
Perignon
1990, but it was pretty damn close.

“I
like him in blue, Joseph, show me what you’ve got,” I laughed as he swooned openly.

 
“I know... those eyes,” he rolled out the
words as I laughed. Today was going to be a lot of fun.

I
nodded as he showed me half a dozen shirts in varying shades of blue, all
slightly different. “I’ll take them all,” I said as he grinned, picking up half
a dozen more in every shade from salmon to jade. “I like those,” I said,
picking two more as he put them together with another five white dress shirts
as I watched him curiously.

“These
are for under his suits, he always gets five white,” he smiled as I nodded.
Joseph was clearly much more experienced than me and I was happy to follow his
lead. “Black Armani trousers, standard issue,” he grinned, placing three pairs
on the pile. “Now come and pick some others,” he said, beckoning me into the
trouser section as I looked around.

It
was harder than I thought, but after two hours I had kitted out my new
boyfriend for winter and was happy with my choices. Sam might not be, there was
hardly any black but I figured he had enough in his wardrobe to last him a lifetime.
I voiced my opinion to Joseph. “Sam Lawrence, wear last season? I. Don’t.
Think. So,” he said, tossing his head back as I laughed.

“I
can see you don’t care what season your clothes came from,” he looked me up and
down playfully, raising his eyebrows. Cheeky bugger I thought, finishing my
champagne as he poured me another.

 
“I couldn’t care less, Joseph, if I’m honest.
If I like it I wear it until it falls apart,” I shrugged as he leaned in to
whisper to me. “So do I, but it’s not an opinion I generally voice, Rose, it
would put me out of a job,” he grinned as I shook my head.

“So,
he left me strict instructions that we have to get you sorted out and my
colleague Wendy is waiting to help you with that,” he smiled.

 
“I need a dress for a black tie event on
Saturday,” I said as he raised his eyebrows.

“My
instructions are for a full wardrobe, Rose, not one dress. Bags, shoes,
lingerie and everything else a girl about town needs to feel fabulous,” he
laughed and now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows.

“I’ll
take you to Wendy and I’ll have these boxed and sent down to your driver,” he
smiled, guiding me to another section of the store where a beautiful brunette
with black rimmed glasses and her hair in a stylish chignon smiled at me as I
walked in. If she worked on commission, according to Joseph, I was just about
to make her day. I spotted Lizzie immediately, eyeing up the dresses and the
price tags and throwing me a look that suggested she’d be more comfortable in
Zara.

“The
prices of these things are insane,” she grinned, pulling me in for a hug as
Wendy gestured for us to sit in two plush chairs, handing us each a flute of
champagne. “Thank you,” we said in unison as I turned to Lizzie.

 
“This is my third glass, I’ll be half pissed
soon,” I laughed as she smiled at me.

 
“This is the way to shop though, Rose,” she
smiled, chinking my glass as Wendy walked back towards us in a pencil skirt
that was so tight I was surprised she could even move.

“I’ll
bring out some dresses that I think will look fabulous on you ladies. Just sit
back and relax and when we’ve narrowed it down you can try them on. We can make
any necessary adjustments,” she smiled and walked away to retrieve a number of
items from the vast collection as Lizzie just stared at me.

“Have
you ever done anything like this before?” she asked as I shook my head.

 
“No, I’m normally rummaging through the sale
racks with you. This is a whole new experience. I’m not complaining though,” I
smiled, looking at each dress as Wendy held them up, gasping at a beautiful
white floor length silk creation with a plunging back. “That is beautiful,” I
said; my
mouth open
as she hung it up outside the
changing room.

 
“How much is it?” asked Lizzie as I threw her
a stern look suggesting that wasn’t very classy.

“What?”
she shrugged, grinning at me “I want to know”. The truth was, so did I. Wendy
didn’t even glance at the tag. There was no price on the dress which told me
all I needed to know.

 
“£6,500” she smiled as I swallowed hard.

 
“Put it back then, Wendy,” I laughed. No
matter how nice it was I wouldn’t be buying it.

 
“You could buy a small family hatchback for
that,” gasped Lizzie. Again, not classy but she was absolutely right.

“It’s
within the budget,” smiled Wendy as I raised my eyebrows again and Lizzie beat
me to it.

“What’s
the budget?” she asked as Wendy just smiled.

 
“I’ll let you know when you reach it, Rose,”
she said simply, holding up another gown. We had betrayed our lack of class and
the fact that this was a whole new world for Lizzie and me, so I thought I may
as well be totally honest with our personal shopper.

“Obviously
we’re not used to this, Wendy. My entire wardrobe bought new would probably
cost less than £6
,500
,” I laughed.

 
“Well you have a very generous man who has
insisted that I sort you out with a whole new one and if I were you I’d sit
back and make the most of it. How often in life does that happen?” Wendy
smiled. She was right of course, but it just felt odd.

“Go
and try on the dress,” Lizzie smiled as I made my way into the changing room.
It fit perfectly and it looked incredible. I did a twirl for the girls before
hanging it back up.

 
“Can you find me one that’s more like two
hundred pounds Wendy?” I smiled as she giggled.

“Probably
not in here,” she said dryly, before leaving the room and returning with a
number of dresses, jeans, jumpers and trousers for casual wear as we worked
through the rest of my winter wardrobe.