Lena

 

 

It's strange to feel this way. I never knew that emotional turmoil could have this effect on me, but it appears that opening up to him like this makes me wish for more, more of that bliss that he’s bestowed upon me.

I want him to touch me, to play with me, to take me like he did yesterday. Our little shower session has left me all hot and bothered, but instead of answering my pleading eyes, he chose a different path to intimacy. I don't know why he's showing this kind of interest in me, but there are a lot of things I don't understand about him, especially now that I know who he is.

He's the kind of man who could have anybody, any one of the glamorous girls frequenting the clubs in Manhattan, high society ladies in fancy designer clothes wearing priceless jewelry around their necks. If anything, I thought I'd just be a little detour, something to mix it up. A small town girl without the glitter that he’s used to.

And despite his apparent interest in me and my story, I should never forget that this is all it is. All it can be. A quick, short-lived adventure, for both of us.

Nonetheless, the intimacy we built through our conversation, the way he looked at me, the way he held me in an attempt to comfort me when I opened up to him, telling him things that I haven't shared with anyone else - it all makes me want more. It's as if my own vulnerability spurs me to seek a different kind of closeness. The physical kind.

His eyes flicker curiously when I start teasing him, and even without saying a word, he can read what I’m hoping for written all across my face.

"You are asking for trouble, aren't you?"

I wink at him. "Maybe."

"That's a dangerous game you're playing, little girl," he says. "You may get more than you bargained for."

He may think that he's the one pushing my buttons, but I'd say that I push his just as easily. After all, this sudden change in the air between us was stirred by me.

I straighten up and jut my chin forward, challenging him. "Show me! As I see it, you still owe me."

"Owe you?"

His eyebrows arch higher than ever, and it makes me giggle.

My reaction to his expression finally sets him off, and I yelp in surprise when he leans forward into me so abruptly that I almost fall off the couch. He grabs my wrists and forces my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists and holding them in place with one hand while grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of my head, forcing me backward as he plants a demanding kiss on my lips. I welcome it when his tongue tangles with mine, eagerly engaging in a wild dance. My pulse speeds up, and I can feel my core throbbing with need. I never knew I could want anyone or anything this badly.

I moan when he breaks our kiss, and there's a moment of quiet understanding between us when our eyes meet. No words are exchanged, but I can read the question in his narrowed eyes, and I offer a subtle nod. I'm more than ready to play.

He acknowledges my response and turns away, searching for something. My gaze follows his movement as he reaches over to grab my robe. But then I realize he’s not actually going for the robe, but the belt around it. He quickly yanks it out of the loops and commands me to turn around.

"Hands behind your back."

I follow his order, turning away from him, my hands still crossed behind my back. He wraps the belt around them in a few quick moves, securely tightening a knot around my wrists so I can’t move my hands. He yanks at the end of the belt a few times to check his work, and then he barks out his next order.

"Up on your knees."

I shift into position, only to receive a stinging slap on my behind. My skin is still sore from yesterday, so it hurts a lot more than what it usually would, even though he didn't use his full strength. I clench my teeth to keep myself from shrieking out when he slaps me again.

"Beautiful," he comments. "Looks like you've been a naughty girl before."

A dark smile fills my face. I almost lose my balance when he gets up from the sofa behind me, but I stay in place waiting for his next demand.

"Turn around," he snaps. "Lean back and sit as you normally would."

Balancing myself is so much harder with my arms tied behind my back, but I manage to comply without falling. He's standing in front of me, in nothing but boxer briefs. I'm flattered by the visible bulge between his legs. Flattered and excited.

"Lean back and spread your legs."

I cast him a puzzled look, and blush when I realize what he's asking of me. I scoot forward until I'm almost sitting on the edge, before I lean back and reluctantly spread my legs before him, placing my feet on the sofa as best I can.

"Wider!" he barks, his expression hard and unyielding.

I mewl in protest, but manage to scoot a little farther, spreading my legs a bit wider. I avert my eyes in shame, remaining in this vulnerable and exposed position, allowing him to study me from above. He has seen every inch of me, several times now, but I've never yet bared myself to him like this.

The heat of embarrassment only grows stronger when he drops to his knees in front of me, placing his hands at the inside of my thighs and pushing them apart even further.

"Look at me."

I was in the process of closing my eyes, but his words pull me back. My face must be scarlet.

A corner of his mouth lifts when our eyes meet. He's so incredibly handsome, and his face is only inches away from...

"If you think this is for you, you're mistaken," he growls, interrupting my shame-filled thoughts. "I've been looking forward to this."

Before I fully grasp the meaning of his words, he leans down, his hands moving up my legs while his lips and tongue seek my center. I gasp and my eyes divert on instinct.

"No, you keep looking at me," he says, licking his lips as he locks me down with a mischievous look. "Watch me eat you out."

I don't think I've ever been this ashamed in my entire life, but I nod. And I watch as he moves back down, his tongue trailing along my soft lips on one side, then the other. His eyes don't leave mine when he moves closer to the center, drawing wet, hot circles around my most sensitive spot. I'm tensing up, trembling with anticipation as he slowly moves closer. This is so intense, so intimate. And the most confusing thing is that he appears to be enjoying it even more than I do.

He closes his eyes when he finally moves on to my clit, and I moan in ecstasy. Somehow, it's easier now. I can feel myself relaxing more and more, as embarrassment slowly turns into something else: eagerness.

He groans as he continues working my core with his skilled tongue, and the sound of his efforts only adds to my arousal. I'm tempted to close my eyes and allow myself to let go completely, but I manage to follow his order to watch him. I watch every single he makes. I watch how his face relaxes as he pleasures me, I watch how his strong fingers dig into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, I watch how strands of his beautiful hair drapes across my mound when he shifts lower to go in even deeper.

I groan desperately when he sucks on my clit, sending electric currents jolting through my core. He's bringing me too close too soon, and I don't want to make the same mistake I did the day before. I don't want to come without permission. It would be a disappointment, to both of us.

But he's not making it easy. Every motion of his adept tongue brings me closer, even when he's kind enough to surpass my hardened nub.

"Don't," I breathe between pulsating waves of bliss. "Please, I'm gonna-"

"Okay," he breathes out huskily. I can feel his hot breath fanning my core when he speaks. "Come for me."

I look down at him in disbelief, and he underlines his words by boosting his efforts. I can feel the climax building and building, threatening to force me over the edge.

"Really?"

I'm scared. I don't want to ruin this. But the quick glance he casts me assures me that he’s serious. He wants me to come.

When the rapture hits me, it doesn't come with the same vicious strength that tore through me last night. Instead, it's more like a warm hug, a steady waltz compared to the erratic spasms from yesterday. Still, I breathe through it as if I was overrun by pain. My eyes roll back into my head as I let the ecstasy wash over me. Gentle and placid, but by no means less intense.

I'm drenched in sweat and dizzy by the time the crests finally ease, each one ebbing more than the one before. I’m still riding a euphoric wave when he retreats, licking his lips and still eyeing me hungrily.