In the lift I raise my eyes to meet his.
Fuck. What the hell?
The door whooshes open.
He takes my hand and drags me behind him. Opens the door and pulls me through, and leaning back against it tugs me to him so I fall smack onto him. My purse finds a quick path to the carpet, opens its guts, spills. His hot mouth finds mine. The kiss is rough, crazy intense, and full of urgent need. It is what I saw in his eyes. I go astray. I don’t want to come back from this. His hand locates the zip at the back of my neck. That hapless zip flies down and the nun’s habit pools around my shoes.
His hands expertly release the clasp on my bra. One tug and it is gone the way of the dress. I am so lost in the jaws of desire that I barely hear the sound of light lace tearing. Once again, I am naked and he is fully dressed.
For a moment he holds me at arm’s length simply looking at me, the way he used to do in the beginning. Then he takes me to the gilded mirror on the wall.
‘Look at you,’ he snarls. ‘Your pupils are searching for someone to pleasure you. Anyone would do.’
I want to back away from what I see. My eyes are glazed with lust. I look…hungry, feral…electrified. Yet he is wrong. Anyone would not do.
He strokes my heated cheeks then he bends his head and his strong white teeth nibble at my earlobes. ‘Cream and sugar and venom,’ he says and bites my neck.
In the mirror my eyes widen with shock and pleasure. The sensation is exquisite. The rush of it makes me feel reckless. He begins to gently suck my skin. I moan. His mouth moves to my nipple. The skilled precision of his mouth starts an aching that travels into my core. I am in a sex-induced frenzy thirsting for him to enter me. The taste of true desire is sweltering. I push my ass into the thick, hard snake between us and yearn for it driving inside me. He puts a finger on my lower lip and lets his finger enter my mouth.
‘Suck it.’
I take the finger between my lips and suck it gently at first, and then harder. He starts to unbuckle his belt.
I get on my knees. The carpet digs into my skin. I open his fly, pull up his shirt, and kiss that hard, tight stomach. He becomes very still. My tongue flicks out. Tentative, but not for long. I lick the golden brown skin, find the line of fine hair and follow it all the way to the elasticized band of his shorts. My teeth grasp the material and pull. His cock springs free and hovers, swollen and angry over my mouth. I take the throbbing ready meat in my hand. The head swells, surges, pulses, and comes alive in my hand.
I use both my hands to quickly pull the briefs down his thighs while my mouth takes in that gorgeous, rock-hard cock. I look up at him and watch him draw his breath sharply. Slowly, I move forward and let him witness every inch of his dick sliding between my lips. He pulses in my mouth and that pushes me into sucking greedily at the head of his erection. I devour him, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth.
He thrusts his hips forward, jamming himself down my throat. It makes me gag, but it still feels right. His cock should always be inside me. It is where it belongs. Anything else would be wrong. I am struck by the potency of my obsession.
‘Yes. Yes, like that… Exactly like that.’
He keeps my head in place with his hands as his thrusts become more and more urgent until with rigid muscles and a fierce groan, he buckles, and I feels his hot seed jet to the back of my throat. It is slick and leaves a tang on the back of my tongue as I swallow. He stays in my mouth, his head thrown back for a few moments more. My eyes look up at him, waiting for what I do not know. His face drops down, shadowed, to look at me, my mouth stuffed with his meat.
‘Very pretty,’ he says softly. ‘You were born to suck dick. I’m surprised I never realized it before.’ He pulls out of me. ‘Now go and sit on the bed.’
I stand and simply look at him. He wants to humiliate me. It will be a cold day in hell before I allow him to succeed. Naked and barefoot, but head held high I walk to the bedroom. I go up to the bed and as instructed sit on the edge. He appears at the door. Again he is fully clothed and in control while I am naked and defenseless.
‘No, with your back against the headboard.’
I scoot up and lean against the plump pillows.
He comes and sits on the bed beside me. His voice is casual, conversational. ‘What did you do for sex in the past year?’
I flush.
Some hardness barely leashed has crept into his voice. ‘Did you take a lover?’
I shake my head.
‘Did you go without?’ Curious.
I shake my head again.
‘Show me what you did?’
‘I can’t,’ I whisper.
‘Show me.’ An order.
I open my mouth, but he silences me with a finger on my lips, his head shaking gently. ‘You obviously don’t understand how this works,’ he explains. ‘The only words I want to hear pass those delectable lips are yes, please, and more.’ He takes his finger off my lips. ‘Was it any of those words or a combination of them?’
I shake my head slowly.
‘I thought so. Show me,’ he says, and now his voice is coldly authoritative.
I press my lips together. I feel that flash of defiance return. That’s what he wants. He wants to watch me masturbate in front of him. Fine. Let him see that. He has seen everything else. He folds his arms. Slowly I open my legs. He smiles slightly at my submission. I bring my fingers to my clit and close my eyes.
‘Open your eyes.’
My eyes snap open. Locking my gaze with his glittering ones I move a finger into the opening of my sex. The folds are covered in slick juices, and collecting some from the opening I move my fingers around the sensitive nub, slowly teasing it to attention.
His carefully guarded eyes never leave me. ‘What did you think of while playing with yourself?’
‘You.’
His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes flicker. ‘Didn’t you miss my dick inside you?’
‘Very much.’
He makes a small disbelieving sound and reaches over to what had always been his bedside table. He opens the drawer and I am surprised to see it full of sex toys. All of them still in their packaging. I even catch the glimpse of a pair of handcuffs. Rummaging around he finds and fetches a vibrator to our bed. It is black and bright orange and large. Scary large. I close my legs in horror. This has nothing to do with sex. This is him punishing me. Filling me up with a large black and orange object. Reducing me to a piece of meat. Letting me know I’m nothing to him. My resolution to be strong and my conviction that he can never humiliate me if I don’t allow it crumble into dust.
‘Don’t worry. This won’t hurt a bit,’ he promises, and switches it on. It makes a whirring sound.
I open my eyes and look at it humming in his hand. ‘Don’t, Blake. Please don’t,’ I beg.
‘Open your legs.’
I shake my head. ‘Please. If you insist on punishing me like this… I’ll run away.’
‘No you won’t. Remember I paid for this. Mine to do with as I please. We had a deal. I give you want you want and you give me what I want. I gave you what you wanted. Now it’s your turn to give me what I want. And I want to see this big black and orange machine buried inside that sweet, tight pussy of yours.’
I swallow a lump in my throat and lick my lips. ‘Why do we need that when we have your cock?’
‘Because,’ he explains patiently as if he is talking to a particularly obtuse child, ‘you won’t always have my cock.’
I look into his eyes. I am looking for the passionate lover I adore, but his eyes are purposely blank. I know I will do anything to bring him back to me. From deep inside me I find the strength. He wants to push that inanimate object into me. Let’s give him what he wants and see what comes up. Let’s see how he fares!
‘All right,’ I say and open my legs wide.
If he is surprised by my defiant submission he does not let it show. He lets the vibrator touch my clit. I jump.
‘Too sensitive?’ he queries softly, and moves it slightly away.
He runs the vibrating tip along the wet folds, and very slowly while watching my face he inserts it into me. While I gasp with shock at its size he pushes it into me up to the hilt.’
‘Good?’ he asks.
‘Good,’ I reply, my chin lifted, my eyes widened, my fingers grasping the silk duvet underneath.
So he fucks me with it and even though I beg him not to look at me as I crack apart, he stares at me possessively as I come.
Then he gets up and leaves me.
I lay there spread-eagled with the vibrator still inside me staring at the ceiling. The gadget makes a soft muffled sound that I have not noticed during my humiliation. I want to pull it out of me, but my limbs feel like lead. I am in love with him and he just hates me. If he had cared anything for me I would have seen in his eyes, but nothing! I finally understand. I am just a demon that must be exorcised before he marries the daughter of the Earl. I hear the front door close and the first sob escapes me. I try to be brave, hold them back, but they will not be stopped.
Suddenly he is standing at the door. Through swimming eyes I watch him come to me. He sits beside me, pulls the vibrator out; it makes a sucking sound. He switches it off and bending his head licks a tear from my cheek.
‘Damn you, Blake,’ I whisper.
He buries his face in my hair. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says.
I stare at the ceiling. I am sadder than I have ever been. The doctor, the solicitor, Fleur, Madam Yula, The Fat Duck. ‘Are you re-creating everything so you can destroy it, Blake?’
‘No.’
‘What do you want?’
‘I thought I knew, but I don’t anymore,’ he confesses honestly.
‘What did you want?’
‘Revenge. I wanted to punish you. I had all kinds of humiliations planned for you, but I can’t hurt you without hurting myself. Maybe you are what my father said you are. My greatest enemy.’
Automatically, my hands come up to wrap protectively around him. I know he is hurting too. I just don’t know how to make it better. I want to tell him about Victoria, but what good would that do? She would make a new and supremely dangerous enemy. ‘I’m not your enemy, Blake. I never meant to hurt you.’
He laughs. Again it is bitter. ‘So what are you? A friend?’
I sigh. Such sadness is in that sound. Does he hear it? Possibly not. In his mind I am a gold digger. Took the money and ran. Now I represent dirty sex. There is a chasm between us. It seems impossible to bridge. From her ivory tower Victoria smiles triumphantly and tells me I am not embedded in his life plan. I will never be.
‘Where do we go from here?’
He doesn’t respond. Instead he gathers me in his arms and hides his face in the crook of my neck. Slowly he starts to suck. Automatically, my head twists away. Not in rejection, but in invitation. The dedication of his soft lips on my skin is delicious. His tongue burns a trail to my nipple. He takes it into his mouth and my humiliation, my hurt dissipates to nothing. Everything that happens between a man and a woman is a sacred journey, my mother once said.
She said that when my father left her.
A sound escapes my mouth. Silently, solemnly, he goes to the other breast. His teeth catch the nub and pull slightly. I writhe under the expert manipulation. He raises his head and looks at me as his palm skims the hardened tip. I am aching for him. Suddenly he is on his elbows and with consummate ease he pushes the entire length of his tongue into my aching folds. I grip the silky hair as his heated tongue thrusts in and out of me in sure practiced stokes. And then he begins to suck…
Ah, the pleasure, the pleasure!
He pinches my swollen clit in his fingers suddenly, and an intense pleasure like an electric current stabs me. I scream and come in a mindless explosion. Waves crash on the rocks below, but I fly high. When I come back to the bed and the room, Blake is still licking the wet walls of my sex. There will never be another after him, I think lazily, drowsily, sadly. He has done what he set out to do. Ruined me for all other men.
I am so drained and exhausted I close my eyes and fall asleep with the sensation of his silky head on my thighs.