Authors: Laura Bailey
He led her by the hand to the bed and laid her down, climbing gently on top of her; his chest hard against her breasts as he spread her legs open.
“I want to take my time fucking you, you’re so Goddamn beautiful; you’re perfect. Have you any idea how sexy you are?”
He put his cock into her, easing himself in, very slowly, pushing her lips apart and stretching her open, bit by bit in exquisite pleasure as he started to fill her, going deeper and deeper until she could take no more, but he was all in and he began a slow fucking. It felt so natural, she felt complete with him inside of her, fulfilling her in a way she had never ever felt, sated in a way she had never known.
The fucking turned gradually into a faster more urgent pace as he pinned her arms above her bed and she broke out in cries of carnal fulfilment as she came, as he let out a deep growl, a sheen of sweat covering the tight muscles across his chest and he let himself go, as he reached breaking point and his final thrusts took him over the edge.
He lay on top of her, covering her; his broad chest and arms comforting her. “You have drained me love.”
He wiped the hair from her face, stuck with their sweat; their scents mingled in the air.
“You do realise this contract is going to take a lot of commitment from both of us.” His voice low, still lustful.
She reached up to his face, running her finger along his cheekbone, marvelling at his male beauty, those storm-tossed eyes that held such dark promise inside them.
“Come with me.”
He lifted her gently from the bed, carrying her in his arms into the bathroom. He turned on the gold coloured taps, the water flowing full and fast, steam filling the bathroom. As they waited for the bath to fill, he pulled her to him, his hand going under her, between her legs, to touch her, rubbing her, and immediately she found herself responding, reaching out for his cock, touching it, holding it, finding it erect again so soon, feeling the width of him, the pure solidness of it. He reached quickly to turn off the taps, returning his hand to between her legs and giving her clitoris little teasing slaps, reminders of their earlier encounter, and it sent waves of shuddering pleasure through her.
“Bend over for me.”
She looked around for where she could lean on.
“Put you weight on the sink darling.”
She laid her arms along the round rim of the sink, her hands holding onto the taps.
“Spread your legs wide open my love.”
He took her again, slowly, from behind, taking his time, long leisurely strokes as his cock went into her, building up the pressure inside her gradually, until he made her explode once more.
Afterward he tested the temperature of the water to check it was not too hot, lifting her up and placing her in the bath.
“I want you to bathe, and then stay the night here. I have reserved the room for your stay, just order anything you want and it will be brought up to the room.”
He jumped in the shower next to the bathroom and she watched him, luxuriating at the wonderful sight of his contoured body, the strength of his limbs.
“I have to go and attend to something tonight. I will be back tomorrow morning. We will resume then.”
He left the bathroom, put on his clothes and left.
Chapter Five
Damien did not have things to attend to, but he was concerned. He was getting too close to her, and he needed to keep his distance. He wanted her more than he wanted to acknowledge; not just her body, but all that made her. The unreachable thing that he recognised was inside her, behind her eyes. He was demanding it, and yet her heart had belonged to another man, and she had more than likely plotted against him. Why was she letting him treat her like this? Was this part of some twisted plan all along? Or was she using him as much as he was using her, to get over Mike? Why had she given herself so easily to him? Why had she responded in such a hungry way, as though her needs were as strong as his.
The next morning Tara woke early, disoriented at first as to where she was. As the early morning sun shone through the chunks in the curtains, her mind shot back to the night before and the memories her body held of it. Running her fingers down her body she touched herself; it still felt swollen and tender from what he had done to her. She sat up, thirsty, remembering his words about ordering what she might want, and she phoned down to the reception to ask for Tea and a croissant.
After a long hot shower, she dressed and sat on the bed. She was expecting him and butterflies were in her stomach. She watched the Breakfast news but was not really listening to it. Around ten am there was a knock on the door, and she opened it to find him standing there.
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes, thank you, I ordered breakfast.”
“Good girl.” He stood in front of the window, the sun shining on his raven hair, his eyes stunning in the morning light.
“I need to ask you.” She said. “Have you found any more out? Who was she. The woman in Phoenix?”
“Do we need to go into this right now?”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“Some stripper.”
“Classy”.
“Indeed.”
He slowly removed the jacket of his shirt; rolling up his shirt sleeves; he had an ability to make the most casual of movements an erotic display, his forearms corded with muscular definition.
“What are you going to do to me?” She was feeling bolder, spurred on by the need to get rid of the images of Mike’s unfaithfulness and replace it with her consuming involvement with Damien.
To Damien, she was willing him on, and that did not sit right with him. It made him worse; his need to challenger her, punish her, break her. He would.
“You are going to do it all this morning.”
He moved to the armchair beside the window, and sat down, making himself comfortable.
“Come here.”
She went over to him.
“Take off your clothes.” She obeyed him.
“Now turn around. Face away from me.” He couldn’t bear to see the deceit in her eyes. It broke his heart.
She did as he told her.
“Bend over.”
Resting her hands on her thighs, she noticed that she was shaking a little; nervous, afraid, uncertain but enthralled by his confidence.
She stood before him, bent over, her body inches from his, her pussy level with his face.
“Now what do you think I want?” he asked her.
She didn’t answer, didn’t know how to say the words aloud.
“I want your scent on my lips. I want to taste you, smell you. Bring it to me.”
She inched backward until she could feel him; his lips met the lips of her pussy, and he put his tongue on her, pushing it into her, his tongue going inside her as deep as it could. He began long slow seductive thrusts. Just like the last time, her clitoris became engorged, she became swollen, wetness seeped between her lips onto his tongue; her hips started moving of their own volition, creating a rhythm against his mouth, his hands came around her waist locking together around her tummy, holding her, pulling her into his mouth, sucking on her until she could take no more and she let herself go against him, dripping into him.
“Fuck me.” He told her. “Don’t turn around, do it where you are.”
Her hand went behind her back as she reached for his cock, finding it rigid. She used her other hand to open herself up for him, spreading the lips of her pussy apart to be able to take him inside her and she started to push back onto him, slowly for fear that at first his size was going to hurt her, but inside she was opening up for him naturally and her wetness made him slide in, going deep as she thrust back onto him, finding her rhythm instinctively as her body ached with lust , and he touched the deepest place inside her that urged her on, wanting it never to stop, so intensely arousing. She heard him moaning in pleasure and before she realised he was pumping into her with his cock, holding her hard against him, his hands moving up her body to feel as her small breasts bounced, her nipples rubbing hard against his fingers, her inhibitions gone, her body wildly doing what it needed; feeling how badly he wanted her excited her even more. His hands slapped gently against her nipples, stimulating them to go even harder, setting off jolts of pleasure through her nerve endings, sending her to the point of total abandon. She could feel he was reaching the moment when he would shoot inside of her, already intuitively knowing his body. He pounded into her, short hard thrusts until he came, his muscles locking against her, his cum pumping deep inside her.
He eased her gently off him, turned her around and pulled her into his lap, holding her close, burying his head between her breasts, stroking her hair. He stayed like that for a while, until suddenly he disengaged himself from her, lifting his head up and pushing her away off his lap. Startled, she looked at him and his eyes were filled with a pain she couldn’t understand.
He went into the bathroom; she heard the water running. When he emerged his hair and face were wet.
“I need you to go.”
She didn’t move, she was confused, she could see that he was hard again. She couldn’t understand what was happening.
“I don’t ..” Before she could finish, he interrupted her.
“Just leave.” His face was dark, eyes thunderous.
“You’ve done what I needed.”
“I don’t want to go.” She told him, simply, meaning it.
“Why not? You should be thankful. I’m ready to fuck you again, and this time, I won’t be gentle.
“I don’t want you to be.”
“I’m telling you to get out; go home. I’m staying here tonight. I have a meeting in a while.”
He couldn’t stand someone beating him and right now she stood to represent the man who had so far managed to do that, possibly with her help. He would catch up with that man, of that he had no doubt, but here she was taunting him, flagrantly giving herself to him with no conscience or feeling. Her appearance so deceptive, innocence in her face, sensuality in her hips, but deceit in her mind. Loyalty, the one bastion of decency he lived, by seemed nothing to her. Why didn’t she have the sense to leave?
“Do you want me to throw you out?”
“Why are you saying this to me?”
“You want me to fuck you hard. Is that it? Are you sure about that?” Although intimidating her, there was a tortured look behind his words.
“I’m not going to hold back. You have thirty seconds to pick up your stuff and get out.”
She got up off the bed and started to pick up her clothes from the floor, extraordinarily slowly, deliberately. She knew she was provoking him.
He was on top of her before she could bend back upright, pushing her forward onto her hands; her knees down to the floor; he was going to fuck her and he gave her no grace period to prepare herself. He pulled her lips open with his hands, roughly, quickly. He rammed his cock straight into her; she was wet, he didn’t hurt her, but as he had promised, he held nothing back. His hand pulled on her long hair, he held it in his fist as he jerked hard against her, his balls slapping against her clitoris sending her wild with the sensation, bringing his hand back to spank her ass as his cock went as deep as it was possible. He reached past his cock and rubbed his fingers on her clitoris in a rhythm that had it pulsing waves of sensation through her body, and though she came, he did not release her but drove into her with a constant pounding and she came once more just as he did. He pulled his cock from her. She collapsed on the floor, lying there breathless and totally spent beneath him from his beautifully savage treatment of her.
He stood, walked to the bathroom and ran a bath. He returned to the bedroom, picked her up and carried her into the bath. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, silently, watching her as she lay in it.
After the bath, she knew he wanted her to leave and she didn’t want to push things. She got dressed, as he watched her in silence, and left.
Chapter Six
She would have to go back to her apartment. Her thoughts turned to Damian’s revelation about Mike’s other woman. Anger bit into her stomach again. She needed to check Damian’s story for herself, search for evidence of Mike’s cheating, surely there would be clues? somewhere, signs; she just hadn’t been looking for that, because she had never suspected a thing. She no longer had feelings for him. He could rot now for all she cared, but she hated betrayal. It was the most destructive force.
Opening the front door of her apartment she suddenly felt uneasy, as if sensing a presence. Paranoia she guessed, from the drama of the last few days. She walked through the rooms; they were empty. She started in the bedroom, tearing the place apart, draw by draw, looking for something, a clue. She had done this all already, but then she wasn’t looking for a secret girlfriend. She knew she would find nothing but she had to look. Two hours later, there was still nothing, and she threw whatever remained of Mike’s belongings into the trash can. She lay back on her bed, resting after her frenzied activity. As she calmed herself, her mind saw the events of the night, her body unable to forget it; physically she could still feel the after-effects of his pounding on her, unable to forget that he had stretched and used her body like no man had ever done; the way in which he filled her inside was like nothing she had ever felt before. She had never had so intense an orgasm as she had with Damien. It was something she never wanted to relinquish. She would take it, time and time again; until he had nothing left to give.