Sixty-Eight
Hugo
I watched as Isobel carefully placed the espresso cup and saucer next to me, and how gracefully she slightly bent her body while protruding her delectable bottom as her provocative scent blanketed my space. I tensed as her scent filled me from my nostrils all the way down to my chest, sitting low in my stomach before settling in my groin. Cocking my head to the side, I silently cursed in vain, hating the fact she had this effect on me. She was just so… feminine and so achingly gorgeous that it was hard not to be affected by her. One look was all it took. It stoked the temptation I had pushed aside for the past week.
Normally, it was up to me if I wanted to be affected by their displays of subtle flirtations and such, but it was different with her. Why? I wondered, frustrated at the contracts we had signed a week before. I simply couldn’t fathom her request, and had thought it a joke, that she’d change her mind the next morning. However, the joke had been on me.
I toyed with the idea of making her change her mind through seduction. I wanted her—badly. She would eventually beg me to take her. After all, that was the only way I would take her, and that was if she’d let me, giving me her full consent because, if I crossed that line, the contract would no longer be valid, and I would be the one paying her the same amount her father owed me.
Seducing her into submission was my way of showing her I would be willing to honor her wishes and, at the same time, get what I wanted in the end. I loved a good challenge, and Isobel offered that in spades. It was a wager I had with my ego and pride that I couldn’t turn down.
Seeing as she stood to the side, awaiting orders, I focused on the coffee before me, picking up the steaming cup as I took the dark espresso shot in one go. The scalding hot contents burned my tongue all the way down to my throat, the bite making me grit my teeth as I lavished on the instant effect it had on my body.
My sex drive was far from abysmal. Even after I had taken one of my lovers, with one look at Isobel, I would immediately get hard again. It had been difficult to be around her in the villa, which was why I had tried to keep it platonic for a whole week, because I wasn’t sure I could handle being alone with her. Most especially after that horrid clause in the contract. My hunger hadn’t dissipated. In fact, I believed the damn clause had only made her even more appetizing in my eyes.
After a week of avoiding her, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to take her out tonight to an event I had committed to attending. It would also suit the other purpose of wanting to get to know her better, and being as it was a public place, there would be a slim chance I would try to devour her on the spot.
Clearing my throat, I checked the time before giving her a quick, swiping glance then focused back on my computer screen. “I have a gala to attend tonight, and I’m taking you with me.”
Her brow rose, giving me that sexy look while her lips glowered at me. “Oh, Sherry is not available?”
There was a subtle hint of bite in her words. It made me feel the need to reinstate who was the boss here.
“I take whomever I choose, Isobel. And tonight, I choose you. Do you have a problem with that?”
She paused, staring at me, before blinking those tantalizing, long, sooty lashes at me. “No, Hugo, I don’t have a problem with that.” Pressing her lips together, she straightened her stance. “What time do you need me ready by?”
“I need you by six. You can leave to get ready whenever you like—spa, dress shopping, and whatever else you need. There’s a driver waiting for your disposal.”
“In that case, I better get going to get myself primed and pretty for yours truly.” Her brow rose, challenging me.
She was already primed and pretty; I doubted she could get any prettier than this. “You go ahead and do just that, ma belle. I’ll see you at six.”
“See you then,” she murmured as she quietly strode towards the doors, my eyes following her stride, watching her hips sway from one side to the other.
Hard and frustrated, I took my phone to call Chantel, asking her to come by and give me a quick visit. It had been like this for the past seven days—me always ending up calling Sherry or Chantel mid-day to cater to my needs even at the office. Furthermore, when those times happened, Isobel wouldn’t look me in the eye before she exited the room to leave me to do my business. Abstinence wasn’t in my DNA. Besides, I was a hot-blooded French man who always got what he wanted. Sex was one aspect in my life I could fully enjoy without restrictions, and I tried to supply my life with it as much as possible.
Twenty-five minutes later, there was a knock on the door before Chantel ushered herself in, wearing a seductive smile. “Mon Roi.” (My King.)
“Chantel.” I gave her a knowing look when she halted before my desk. I leaned back in my chair and watched her carefully take her garments off, one at a time. I liked my women to seductively unwrap themselves like a present before me, getting me excited as I looked at what was going to be mine.
When she was left with her underwear on, I stopped her, asking her to leave it on before she sensually strode towards me. The moment she reached me, she immediately got on her knees, unzipped my pants and took me in her mouth. She did it nice and slow, making me feel her enticing licks as my cock started to throb. I shut my lids and imagined Isobel taking me in her mouth. Mon Dieu! I became harder than I was, grunting as I took her head with my right hand and pushed her mouth deeper, taking what she could until I felt her throat close around me. After I felt her gag, I wrenched her off my shaft, pulled her to her feet and licked the side of her ear.
“Bend over my desk, spread your legs wide and open. I want to see both holes as you stretch your body.”
She did as I asked, taking her panties off languorously slow first, and in reward, I gave her a hard spank on her bottom, making her moan in earnest.
“Hugo,” she gasped my name as I palmed her soaking wet cunt. “Baise-moi.” (Fuck me.)
I smirked, knowing quite well how loud she’d be the moment I slipped my cock into her pussy.
“As you wish, mon amant.”