The Temptress (9 page)

‘Luc,’ I whispered, blushing, as my eyes looked
over at his driver. Luc shrugged with a smile and tightened his grip on my hand
as I tried to pull it out of his grasp.

‘Albert has worked for me for some time, very
little shocks him as he knows me well, yet this morning I shocked him by
telling him I wished to take a beautiful young woman on a tour of Paris for the
day, instead of working. This he has
never
heard of or seen before. I am
a young, rich, good looking man. Why should I not enjoy myself before I am too
old to do so?’

‘You can do whatever you want to do, but I’m
not sure I’m the kind of girl that wants to be used and thrown out in the
middle of the night when you’ve taken what you want from me.’

‘I told you last night that for you I make an
exception, as I am today. Do you have any idea how much money I could make if I
were at work? What I have given up to enjoy your company? If you ask me to stay
when the sun sets, I don’t see my urges being satisfied with just one night, I
intend to keep you as long as possible. When do you return to England?’

‘Tomorrow night,’ I replied, feeling confused.
I was sitting with a self-confessed man-whore, yet he seemed genuine about his
reaction to me, something in his eyes inspired my trust, when I wasn’t usually
quick to offer it. I felt some kind of connection to him, like we’d been lovers
in a former life, our souls recognising each other in the current one.

‘Then I hope that you will make the right
decision, so that we can make the most of all of that time,’ he confirmed, as
he lifted our combined hands and kissed my fingers.

The day passed in a blissful blur, with Albert
dropping us off and collecting us, from all of the major tourist sights, Luc
not releasing my hand unless he had to grab some cash or his card from his
wallet. We had a cheese fondue and a tarte au citron for lunch, talked about
art, literature, French culture, music and movies, but he was evasive when I
asked personal questions, a frown crossing his face when I asked about his
childhood growing up in such a wonderful city. He was more interested in me,
but in my job I was used to pretending to be someone else, never giving away
much personal information myself. I never told anyone what I did for a living,
in case they mistook me for a sex worker or the like. I simply said that I
owned my own business which kept me busy and he told me the same, which, he
explained, was why he was single and preferred a quick fuck when he felt the
urge. The only real bit of personal information he gave me, was that he chose
his career over a relationship, because he’d never found a woman to hold his
interest for more than a few hours. He also told me that he was thirty, which
surprised me, he looked younger, though he had an old soul. Deep in the
recesses of those gorgeous brown eyes there was something, other than the
desire to take me to his fuck pad. It was like he’d experienced suffering.
Strangely it made my heart ache for him. He seemed lonely, not that I could see
him admitting that, but I was a natural carer and wanted to offer him some kind
of ear, or shoulder, which was ridiculous. Tomorrow I’d be leaving and never
see him again. The kind of troubles that I felt he was trying to hide, couldn’t
be fixed in a night.

He was true to his word though, despite holding
my hand, or standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me, he hadn’t tried
to come on to me at all, there’d been no more sexy, dirty, erotic talk, no pressuring
for me to return to his bed, not even any kissing. The closest he got to
anything erotic, was when we were eating some crepes up at Montmartre and he
wiped chocolate sauce off my lip with his thumb, sensuously sucking it with a
wicked grin and twinkle in his eye. I was kind of disappointed. The chemistry
between us was obvious, his leg jerked every time mine brushed against it in
the car, he kept chewing on his bottom lip as I spoke and he focussed on mine.
I knew he was thinking about that sensational kiss last night. The more he
treated me respectfully, the more desperate I was becoming. My chest was
heaving as we drove down to Notre Dame. His raw sexual presence was winding me
up and I was in desperate need of a release. As Albert dropped us off, I heard
Luc mention The Domville as he looked at his watch.

‘Are you happy to walk back to the hotel, along
the banks of the Seine?’ he asked, looking at me over his shoulder. ‘The sun
will soon be going down, it will be colder, but the view of the city on the
banks opposite as it lights up, is magnifique.’

‘Sure,’ I smiled, feeling sad that my time with
him was coming to an end. He’d made me laugh today as well, something that was
quite rare with other men. I wasn’t sure if he was being intentionally funny,
or if it was a language thing, but both of us had seemed to amuse the other. He
spoke to Albert again and shut the car door, then let go of my hand and put his
arm around my waist, tucking his hand into my back pocket, giving my backside a
gentle, almost indiscernible, squeeze. So I did the same and heard him chuckle.
He was right, as the lights started to turn on the view was stunning,
especially of all the bridges up ahead and The Eiffel Tower in the distance.
The closer we got to it, the closer to the hotel I knew we were and I’d need to
make a decision. Right now though, I was very aware of the back of my right
heel hurting. Despite Albert having driven us between sights, we’d still done a
lot of walking. The most walking I normally did was when I was shopping for
shoes. I made it nearly to the gardens next to my hotel and winced.

‘Quoi?’ he asked as he looked at me. ‘Sorry,
what? Something is wrong?’

‘Just a blister forming, it’s nothing,’ I
smiled, then looked at him startled as he quickly pulled his arm away from my
waist and bent over.

‘Hop on,’ he called.

‘What?’ I laughed.

‘I will give you the back of the piggy.’

‘That sounds so wrong, in English it’s “a piggy
back,”’ I giggled.

‘Either way, hop on. I am stronger than I
look.’

‘It’s about 500 metres.’

‘And you are suffering, I am attempting to be
chivalrous.’

‘Fine, but I’m heavier than I look, I eat a lot
of chocolate,’ I advised, as I did as I was told and squealed as he righted
himself, holding me under my knees, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. The
temptation to lick, bite and kiss it was overwhelming, he smelled so good.

‘A chocolate lover you may be, but heavy you
are not. Do not tell me that you are one of these women who only eats lettuce
leaves, so she can then indulge?’

‘I wish, I have no self-control.’

‘You resisted me last night.’

‘For all of ten minutes,’ I reminded him. ‘No,
I love my food, chocolate especially. I’m lucky that I have a fast metabolism,
I can eat what I want and stay in reasonable shape.’

‘Reasonable shape?’ he laughed. ‘No
self-respecting Frenchman would call your body “reasonable shape,” it’s
sensational. You have beautiful and sexy curves, a high, tight curvaceous
backside, petite waist, legs that go on for miles and the most incredible pair
of full breasts that I’ve ever seen. Mon Dieu, what I would love to do to this
body,’ he purred, as I squirmed on his back. ‘I told you that I do not chase,
ma belle. The balls are in your court, I told you that I would be respectful
and you would need to beg me for more. We are nearly at our destination.’

‘Luc, I … I told you that I don’t do this sort
of thing, leap into bed with a man I only just met.’

‘We met yesterday, Lulu. We have spent an
incredible day together, this is not leaping, not in my world.’

‘We come from different worlds, well different
countries anyway. Sex isn’t just physical for me, it’s emotional, personal.
I’ve only ever done it with people that I was planning on dating.’

‘I see,’ he sighed, as he gently crouched and set
me down outside the front doors. He turned around to face me, as a war raged in
my head. Was walking away now, without getting further involved with this man,
for the best? Or would I regret the wasted opportunity, like he’d said I would?
He clasped my face, tilting it back so he could look down into my eyes. It was
freezing outside now, steam was gathering between our mouths on each
exhalation, but I’d never felt more heat, it filled the void between us as our
eyes gave away our inner thoughts, our chests rising and falling rapidly. ‘I had
an amazing day, Lulu. One I shall never forget. Maybe we will meet in another
life and have a different ending. Goodbye, ma belle. Take care of yourself.’

I tried to say something, but suddenly I felt
incredibly emotional, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him, but I wasn’t sure I
was ready to give myself up to him either, despite my body pleading to the
contrary. Just being around him all day had me in a heightened aroused state.
The way he walked, held himself, smiled, laughed and talked. The way he looked
at me, as if for a brief shining moment he’d realised that I could be his
entire world and him mine. He sighed and gently lay his lips on my forehead,
the feeling was as if I’d just been branded by him. I swallowed hard and
blinked rapidly, as I tried to stop myself from crying as he let go of my face,
spun on his heels and marched towards Albert, waiting by the Porsche, the door
open. I watched Luc sink into the back seat, my heart racing and my hands
trembling.

‘Wait, wait!’ I called urgently. He held his
hand up to Albert, to stop him closing the door and looked over at me, my mouth
going dry, still unsure what I was going to do. ‘I never said thank you.’

‘For what?’ he called.

‘Everything. My beautiful hat, scarf and
gloves, an incredible tour of Paris, the crepes, the hot chocolate, or the back
of the piggy,’ I replied, with a feeble smile.

‘You are welcome.’ He held my gaze, his eyes
darkening with need, as they silently pleaded with me for my consent. I opened
my mouth to tell him I wanted to go with him, for him to do all those things
he’d promised, but the thought of having that, of having him and then leaving
tomorrow, was too upsetting. I knew myself too well, I was going to fall for
him, but I was just another plaything to him. Maybe he had given me more than
his usual one night stands, but it still wasn’t enough for a girl like me.

‘I had an amazing day, one I’ll never forget,’
I nodded as I reached up to wipe away a couple of tears that had escaped my
rims and were trickling down my cheek. ‘Goodbye, Luc.’

‘Goodbye, Lulu,’ he sighed heavily, his face
crestfallen. He nodded at Albert to close the door, the tinted windows concealing
him from my view. I suddenly felt bereft and wrapped my arms around myself as
Albert headed around to the driver’s side. I turned quickly and ran into the
hotel. I couldn’t watch him leave. I ignored the pain of my skin chaffing in my
boots as I made it to the lift and hammered on the call button, praying Coco
was in our suite. I needed to hold it together for a few more minutes, then I
could sob on my best friend’s shoulder and lament a missed opportunity, that all
of a sudden I was thinking I was going to regret for the rest of my life. The
only consolation was that I had his card upstairs, maybe I could ring him and
tell him I’d changed my mind. Damn it, I was so confused. The gold mirrored
doors of the lift shuddered open and I threw myself inside, pressing for the
eighth floor. It seemed to take forever for the doors to rattle and start to
close as I sighed, then jumped, as a hand reached into the gap, halting the
closure and they slowly opened again, framing a furious looking Luc. I gawped
at him and shrank into the corner as he stepped inside and pressed for the
doors to close. I could feel the frustration and anger radiating off him as he
approached me.

‘No, don’t,’ I moaned as he closed in. I darted
to the other corner as we started to rise.

‘I chase
no one
, but here I am,’ he
growled, as he turned to follow me. ‘You deny your basic needs and you need me,
as much as I need you, of this I am certain.’

‘You said you’d leave, you said you’d go unless
I begged you, I didn’t beg.’

‘You made a mistake!’ he snapped. ‘I am not
leaving until you change your mind. I cannot leave. I have to be inside you,
Lulu. I have never felt such desperation to claim a woman as I have for you. I
need to taste your need for me, to have you ride my face as I drown in you, to
grasp those perfect cheeks of your backside as I fuck you against the wall, to
grip your hair as I pound into you from behind, for those long legs of yours to
circle my waist as I give it my all above you. I need your pleasure, as much as
you need me to give it.’

‘Luc,’ I moaned, my resolve breaking by the
second again. I tried to move to the next corner, but he side stepped and
pinned me into it.

‘I’m going to kiss you, it won’t be sweet and
tender, much like my fucking of you later, because I am furious that you rejected
me.
Never
has anyone rejected me. If I am forcing you against your will
then you tell me now, otherwise I will kiss you aggressively, then take you
home and fuck your brains out for making me so angry. Only a succession of your
orgasms where you call my name will appease me. So tell me, Lulu. Do you reject
me,
again
?’ he hissed, as his hands grasped my waist and his hips melded
with mine, his erection flexing against my stomach.

‘I … I …’ I whimpered as he eye fucked me, my
pussy quivering and dampening at the thought of it.

‘Tell me what you want!’ he roared, his voice
laced with frustration.

‘You,’ I cried, admitting defeat. ‘You, I want
you. I want you to fuck me until I forget my name, I want you to fuck me like
the world is ending, I want you to fuck me until I’m raw and spent and I fall
asleep from sheer exhaustion. I want you, Luc, I’ve never wanted anyone more.’

‘
Lulu
,’ he growled, his desire for me
evident in his tone. He grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back as our
mouths collided in a frenzy of passionate need. His tongue was in my mouth in
an instant, circling, plunging, lashing, giving me an insight as to how it
would work on my aching clit. My nipples had peaked, my pussy was throbbing and
slick and I
needed
him inside me. Soon. He broke away when the lift
doors opened and some people got in and asked Luc if he’d press for the ground
floor, as I panted, clutching the rail to hold myself up, sure my cheeks were
flushed and our new arrivals knew exactly what we’d just been doing. He looked
down at me, clasped my chin and ran his thumb over my swollen lower lip with a
smirk. ‘You look ready.’