No common criminal
.
Hadn’t he thought just that?
“I’ll conduct a search of the perimeter and see where the breach
occurred if possible,” Max said. “Then the house. I cannot believe this. I
apologize—”
Sebastian pictured the thief upstairs strapped to his bed and shook
his head, cutting Max off. “Leave the house. I can guarantee there’s no one
here now and apologies are no good to me. If you want your job come tomorrow I
want answers.”
“Of course…and the thief?”
“As I said, dealt with.”
Max paused, clearly steeling himself to say something his employer
did not want to hear. “Demetrious,” he finally began. “I cannot protect you
properly if you do not allow me to do so. I’m only surprised it has taken this
long
for
a thief to gain entry. You
may not be a public figure but many are aware of your wealth and yet you insist
that your guards remain in the basement, that we do not drive you ourselves….”
Sebastian shook his head impatiently. “That is irrelevant. Simply fix
what went wrong and make sure it does not happen again.”
“Without the thief to tell us exactly how they got in that will be
very difficult. Of course I will try but—”
“Then I will get you that information.”
Max started.
“How?
What are you going to
do?”
Sebastian stood up and eyed the criminal paraphernalia on his table.
Seeing it there,
laid
out, the tools of her trade,
should have been enough to knock some sense into him. It wasn’t though. He’d
needed distance and he’d had it but it made absolutely no difference.
What was he going to do?
He was going to fuck her.
He’d sort of accepted that fact and almost felt like congratulating
himself for not doing so already. But just the knowledge that she was upstairs
tied to his bed thrilled him. He knew it was wrong. Knew it was bizarre, but
she was so attractive it simply could not be helped. For some reason the thief
affected him in a way no woman ever had.
Lust pure
and simple.
The explosive kind.
He acknowledged the thought and accepted it. Even though she’d
broken into his home, even though she was a criminal, a thief, he had to have
her—it was primal, chemical, it was already decided. He could have handed her
over to the police long ago. Instead he’d held off, grabbed at some self
control and tried to think it through.
Only one thought remained despite all that. Fuck her until she
screamed. It was inescapable, and maybe he’d get the information he needed
whilst he did so.
Chapter Nine
The ties were secured to the bed in some sort of intricate knot
Penny was unfamiliar with. She twisted her flexible body and tried to hook her
hands around the back of the knot but it was pointless. She was stuck, laid out
like some sort of sacrificial victim with her legs splayed, chest thrusting
upwards. Of course there were worse places to
be
stuck in normal circumstances than a fancy room in a huge and
far too comfortable bed, but this was far from normal. How many times did she
find herself in a multi-million pound house after both trying to steal from and
then being kissed senseless by the hottest man she’d ever met? Well never.
Of course he did then reject you.
She scowled. Yes, Sebastian it seemed had better self control than
she had, or more awareness of just how fucked up the situation was. Because it so
was. He’d been gone for over a half hour and she’d had plenty of time to think
about it as she struggled against her bindings.
He should have had her arrested immediately but he hadn’t. They’d
kissed and everything had changed, just as she’d hoped, only now….
She had no idea why he’d backed away or what
he was doing. Not calling the police at least, that she was sure of simply
because they’d have arrived by now and cuffed her. But if he
wasn’t
calling the police what was he
doing? She shifted on the bed and tugged at the knots again. They did not give,
though she hadn’t expected them to. How long was he going to leave her here
for? And more to the point what was he going to do when he finally came back?
The door opened with a sharp click answering her question and Penny
inhaled quickly, her whole body stiffening.
Demetrious
.
He entered the room looking like some sort of Greek God, all lean
muscles and seething testosterone. He was simply too attractive to be true she
thought and without any effort he pressed every single one of her buttons. It
seemed almost like her desire had a mind of its own. No wonder she was almost
forgetting the very reason she was in his house. But she repeated those reasons
now in an effort to grab at some control.
To steal his money.
To buy The Point.
For your sisters and all the others….
“You look quite magnificent laid out like that,” were his first
words.
“The Greek returns at last,” she hissed, though the hiss may have
been a bit pathetic considering she was already practically panting for him,
imaging the view flipped from his perspective.
He laughed. “Miss me,
Kleftisa
?”
“Oh, of course.”
“So what are we going to do
with you?” he asked, shutting—and locking—the door behind him.
She tensed around the knots as he pocketed the key and made his way
over to the bed. “You can untie me for a start.”
“Not sure I should risk it though.”
“My arms are hurting,” she lied, trying to make her voice seem small
and weak.
“I doubt that.”
Damn it.
“If you untie me I promise to behave.”
He laughed. “How much are your promises worth though? Not a lot I
suspect. And,
Kleftisa
,
I certainly won’t be underestimating you,” he said. “I get the feeling I give
you just an inch and you’d make a run for it.”
“Make a run for it?
Hardly.
You’ve locked
the door and if you recall I was behaving myself perfectly before you tied me to
the bed!”
He stepped closer to the bed
and she couldn’t help but notice his hair was falling over his eyes. He pushed
the locks back with an impatient hand and her chest gave a little stutter. “That
you were.”
“Besides,” Penny added. “I always keep my promises.”
He sat down on the very edge of the bed and already his scent was
teasing her nostrils. Her chest stuttered again.
“I’ll remember that. So if I untie them then what?” he asked,
leaning forward and running a long finger along her inner arm.
She shivered from the contact. “I’ll stay right where I am.”
The finger trailed down her arm, brushing the side of her breast and
then her ribs. His gaze found hers and held it, causing her to exhale shakily.
“Right where you are?”
The finger made its way to her stomach and circled her belly button
before lowering towards her pelvis. Even through the thin fabric of her
bodysuit if felt like a trail of fire and her nipples hardened.
“Yes.”
“Well if you put it that way.”
He reached up and undid the knot on the tie, freeing her arms at
last. Penny flexed them and clenched her fists, unsure what to do now. Sanity
suggested she should try and make a run for it, only the door was locked and
she’d promised and God damn it he was stroking up her thigh now.
“I want you,” he said, baldly, without apology. “I shouldn’t, but I
do, and
Kleftisa
,
I am going to have you. It is the very least you owe me.”
His finger continued its agonizing journey, reaching the inner
aspect of her thigh and Penny sighed. Half hour had made absolutely no
difference. With him here against her again everything just flared back into
life. She wanted to fuck him senseless, weird situation or not, seemed he did
too and that was kind of that. “I want you also.”
He nodded slowly and made his way to the end of the bed. Penny
lifted herself onto her elbows and watched as he undid the ties around her
legs, the act painfully erotic. His thumb brushed against her ankle bones as he
unhooked her bodysuit and pulled off her shoes. “You’re making me so hard,” he
growled.
And then at last he stood back up, dropped the ties, leaving Penny
watching wide eyed as he undid his shirt, one handed, exposing a torso that
made her clench her thighs together. His olive skin was dusted with whorls of
dark hair. Little curls covered his chest, trailing down his stomach, all the
way to his waistband.
Penny couldn’t help herself. Free at last she moved onto her knees
and scooted to the edge of the bed. Before she could even let herself think it
through she reached out and ran the palm of her gloved hand over his
ab
muscles, all eight of them.
“Remove the glove,” he demanded. “I want to feel your skin.”
Too late now to worry about fingerprints, she thought, and did as he
asked, removing both gloves and letting them hit the floor. The moment her skin
touched his, a weird shiver danced along Penny’s spine. She gasped and allowed
the heat from her touch to intermingle with the heat coming off him in waves.
Her breath shortened and she felt her pussy juices drench through her pants.
Demetrious shrugged his shirt off so that he stood before her
bare-chested and Penny leaned forward to take one of his darkened nipples into
her mouth. She grazed along the sensitive area with her teeth and heard him
exhale quickly.
Her left hand reached up to pinch his other nipple whilst her right
moved down and with a quick flick undid the button of his trousers. The zip
followed and her hand snaked into his trousers to find his dick. It was hugely erect
in his boxers, just as he’d said.
Hard as steel and yet so
soft.
Penny ran a finger along its length before curling around it and
freeing it from its confines.
“Oh my God….” Penny breathed as it sprung free. It was huge!
Shockingly so.
At least eight or nine
inches of thick, hard muscle.
It matched up to her fantasies and then
some. “Your dick is amazing.”
He laughed a soft sort of chuckle and lifted her head with a finger.
“Is that right?”
“Yes….” But she could say no more because the temptation was
overwhelming. Hadn't she thought about it all evening, even as she was tied to
his bed like some sort of prize on offer? Shaking his finger off, Penny leaned
forward and wrapped her lips around his cock head.
Ahhhh
….it
was bliss, filling her mouth to its widest point. She sucked in as much as she
could, working the head in and swirling her tongue around the little length she
could take.
Two inches maybe?
Two
and a half at most.
There was still more than enough room to grip the
length with her fingers and pump him slowly, in and out of her mouth. Her tongue
swirling up the salty pre-cum he was already leaking.
His hand found the back of her head, pushing her against his dick
and Penny moaned, desperate to take more but knowing it was impossible. Instead
she tugged on his trousers with her free hand until they pooled at his feet and
then took his balls into her palm. Heavy with cum they were still soft.
Silky even.
She tested their weight before rolling each one
in between fingers, playing with them, loving them.
He groaned and thrust his pelvis forward, filling her mouth with
more, pushing his balls against her palm.
“Take more,” he demanded.
She pulled back, his dick popping out of her mouth with an audible
suck and licked the length of him, her tongue barely making it across the
girth. Back and forth she went for so many minutes, all the way from the root
to the tip. He tasted so good, so impossibly good, Penny thought she could have
spent hours just licking and nibbling him.
“More,” he demanded again.
She curled her fingers back around and started pumping him, fast and
furious. Straightening she took his dick back into her mouth. She took as much
of him as she possibly could, maybe three inches now. It reached to the very
back of her throat, tickling her. The impulse was to pull back but Penny
mastered it.
Demetrious was breathing in heavy, short gasps, rocking his pelvis
back and forth, and though she wanted to fell his dick in her so badly she also
wanted this.
To feel him come down her throat.
To fill
her with his hot, salty cum until she swallowed it all down.
She sped up, working his
length with her hand, working his cock-head with her mouth.
Back
and forth, pumping faster, harder.
Her other hand went back to his
balls, the space just in between them where the root of his dick reached and
she rubbed up and down it.