I gripped the table tightly. Standing in the hallway of his house with him behind me, I felt excited. The smell of burning had faded as soon as we left the kitchen and now all I could smell was the varnish of the wood as I leaned down, my face to the table top, too close to the vase beside me.

What was he going to do to me?

I found out a second later when his hand smacked down on my ass. I yelled with mingled shock and pain as the sting from the blow raced deep inside me. It ricocheted back and brought desire with it.

My hips shifted in place, trying to soothe the pain as he smacked me again, this time to the left, an expert touch that made me gasp out loud. I glanced behind me to see him staring without expression on his face. “Don’t move,” he said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

It was hard to define but in that moment I felt as if I’d woken up in someway. It was like I’d been asleep up to that point but all of a sudden I was wide awake, my whole body on edge as he spanked me again.

“Stand up,” he said and a second later his hands were wrapped around me. He stood close enough behind me that I could feel how hard he was.

I throbbed to feel it. I wanted that in me so much but he was just beginning with his teasing of me.

I felt so grateful that he’d come to my place with the painting. I’d found out the truth about him. He might have been a cold bastard before but he wasn’t anymore. He was leaving the land alone. He was a good person.

I had come close to losing him but he’d not given up chasing me. That led me back here, standing with my body on fire as he kissed my neck, his hands sliding over my chest, toying with my nipples, moving lower, flicking open the button at the top of my jeans.

He slid them slowly down my legs, easing them from me, tugging them from one ankle and then the other.

Standing again, he pulled my top over my head before turning me to face him. In my bra and panties I felt naked, his eyes seeing deep inside me.

“You look beautiful,” he said. “Worth a lot more than a hundred million.”

“I doubt that.”

“I don’t.”

He kissed me, his tongue plunging almost at once into my mouth, hungrily seeking out mine, entwining, exploring, binding me to him.

I melted into his arms as he flicked my bra undone, tossing it aside, lowering his lips to my nipples, teasing first the left and then the right, drawing the first moan of the evening out of me.

“Be gentle,” I said as he slid my panties to the floor, his hot breath between my legs as he knelt in front of me. I felt so exposed to his hungry gaze as he stared between my legs.

“Of course I’ll be gentle,” he said. “As long as you’re a good girl.”

He took my hand and I walked in just my heels through to the nearest room. It was a drawing room and in another moment I was sitting on the sofa, slouching back with my legs being nudged open by him. He kissed his way up from my ankles, holding my foot in his hand. Left leg, then right, then left again. Each time he got closer to my pussy but never touched it, just teased me until I moaned again.

“I need to taste you,” he said and I shrieked with surprise.

Out of nowhere his tongue was on me, dipping into my wetness, gliding up and over my engorged throbbing clit.

I began to shift in place as he worked his magic, expertly licking and stroking, drawing words from me I never thought I’d say. “Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good.”

“Good,” he echoed back before sliding a finger deep into me. “So it should.”

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment, feeling like a Goddess being worshipped as he continued to play with me, bringing me ever closer to an orgasm. “If you keep doing that, you’ll make me come,” I muttered as he flicked his tongue faster around my clit, just hard enough but not too hard, nor too fast. It was like he read my mind, knew exactly what I needed to get there.

“Come for me,” he muttered, the finger inside me moving faster. “I want to see you come for me. You’re never going to come for anyone else ever again. Just me. Do it, come for me.”

His tongue returned to my clit, the finger inside me tipping me over the edge as I let out a scream, my hips thrusting upwards.

A climax raced through me, coursing through my entire body. My back arched, my limbs shook, my lungs were empty, I could make no sound. The world was gone, I was floating on a cloud of pure pleasure.

All too soon it faded and as it did so, he pulled me to my feet. “Tonight you sleep in my bed,” he said, leading me on shaky feet out of the room and upstairs.

We reached his bedroom a minute later and thinking I was dreaming he sat me on the edge before beginning to undress.

I watched, transfixed by the sight of his body coming into view. Off went the jacket, the tie, the shirt. Those muscles I’d seen in the pool were back, broad shoulders, arms that could toss me over his shoulder without breaking a sweat.

He undid his pants, lowering them slowly, revealing his boxer shorts and the bulge within them. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as he kicked off his shoes and socks.

“Want to see anything else?” he asked, taking a slow step towards me.

I nodded eagerly.

“What do you want to see?”

“Your cock.”

“Dirty words for such an innocent girl.”

He smiled as he slid down his boxers one inch at a time. I held my breath, my eyes unblinking as his massive tool came into view. It pointed towards me, swaying slightly, a drop of precum glistening on the end. He stroked the shaft slowly as he walked closer.

When he reached me, he pushed my head down towards it. “Open your mouth,” he said.

“I don’t know what I'm supposed to do.”

“I’ll show you. Just relax and open your mouth.”

He slid between my lips, his huge length making my jaw stretch to fit him inside. I almost choked on his length, unable to escape as he held my head in place for several seconds.

When he let go of me, I slid free, taking a deep gasping breath. My tongue came out of its own accord, tasting him, feeling the heat of his length as he stood still, looking down at me.

“That’s perfect,” he said as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. “Now stroke it gently.”

I flicked my tongue over the tip as I rubbed my way along his shaft, rewarded by a deep grunt and a shudder from him before he slammed into my throat again.

“Lay back,” he said, pushing me onto the bed. “I need to be in you.”

“Will it hurt?” I asked as he loomed over me.

“Not if I do it this way.”

He was right. It didn’t hurt beyond a slight twinge when the tip of him entered me. Before that, he had stroked my clit with his length, rubbing against me until I was lost in desire. Only then did he dip himself inside and then he rocked in place, taking his time, making sure I was ready.

I don’t know how long he took to slide all the way inside but all I knew was when it happened, it felt better than a finger ever could.

He filled me completely, stretching my insides to fit him in and I never wanted the feeling to end.

He continued to take his time, building up speed gradually, rubbing his pelvis on mine so my clit was eased of the deep aching need within it.

I came twice more just from the motion of his body and as the second orgasm hit me, his tongue plunged into my mouth. “You’re good at doing what you’re told,” he said a moment later. “So get on all fours.”

I did as he asked, pushing my ass back towards him, feeling his eyes on me as his cock slid slowly back into me, his hands on my hips, impaling me on his length.

“Rock,” he said, holding perfectly still.

I did what he told me, picking up speed when he said. I could tell he was getting close when he took over, starting to slam into me and pushing the air out of my lungs. Within seconds he let out a groan and then I felt a hot spurt deep inside me. His cock twitched and another jet filled my pussy before he fell still, holding himself inside.

I groaned with pleasure at the sensation, the last tingles spreading through me when he slid free, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around me. You’re amazing,” he said, kissing me again.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied. “For a cold hearted bastard.”