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  He adjusted his hand slightly and slipped a finger under the flimsy fabric of my knickers and dipped it inside of me.

  I moaned loudly, and pressed down onto him as he pushed a second finger inside. I felt as though he may lift me off my feet as he twisted and gyrated his digits against the fleshy walls of my insides.

  “You are so wet Elise.” He growled against the skin of my neck. “Tell me what you want.” He paused, holding his hand still as I looked into the window and saw our reflections. He was looking straight at the glass and I caught his eye.

  “You.” I whispered. “I want you.”

  He angled his hand slightly so that his thumb was pressing in between my cheeks and his fingers were putting pressure on my clitoris. He didn’t move, just pushed occasionally sending waves of pressure through me. I felt my legs begin to tremble as I felt a climax building inside of me.

  “I’m pleased to hear it.” He said.

  As I shuddered against him, he released me, though still holding my hands against the glass. My breathing was ragged and I was aware of a warm flush rising over my face as he deftly unfastened his trousers behind me. I turned my head slightly to try to see him.

  “Face the glass Elise.” He barked at me.

  I did exactly as he told me and looked out over the city lights. I wondered as I looked out whether we could be seen by anyone, and I have to admit, the thought that somebody somewhere may be watching gave me more of a thrill than I ever thought it would.

  My breathing was slowing and I was still lost in my thoughts as I felt him press himself against me. He stooped slightly and then thrust himself up and inside of me, pausing for a second before banging himself into me so hard I shifted forward. He held on to my hip as he thrust furiously into me, his other hand squeezing my wrists so tightly I could barely feel my hands. I threw my head backwards onto his shoulder and breathed through the pain.

  The pleasure from his thrusts was taking over my senses and the discomfort was soon numbed.

  I felt him slow behind me and he whispered in my ear...

  “Let yourself go Elise. I want to feel you come all over me.” He clamped his teeth onto my earlobe and bit down tightly.

  That was my undoing.

  I clenched around him and bucked backwards against him, my nipples straining through the fabric of my dress. The shudder started in my core and continued throughout my entire body until I felt as though I could barely stand. As I sagged against him, he whispered again...

  “Turn around and get on your knees.”

  I didn’t hesitate.

  As he released my wrists I turned slowly and dropped to my knees. My face was level with his groin and his shaft stood proud in front of me, wet and glistening with my own juices. I placed my hands on his thighs and slowly licked my lips. It had been years since I had done this. Adam didn’t like it. I mentally scolded myself for think about my husband, the husband who had told me that he didn’t find me attractive anymore. I shook my head to rid myself of thoughts of him.

  As I pondered my next move Dominic moved his hands down and stroked my hair. He cupped his fingers under my chin and lifted my face so I was looking into his eyes.

  “Don’t be nervous.” He said softly. “Just do what comes naturally.”

  Letting go of my chin he wound his hands into my hair and pulled my head towards him gently. I poked out my tongue and licked the drop of fluid from the end of his impressive member, before opening my mouth and gently taking the head inside.

  He groaned from above and tightened his hands in my hair. This spurred me on. I wanted to please him. I felt the need to show him that I was worthy of his attentions. I slowly wrapped my tongue around him and slid my lips down his shaft. I could feel him at the back of my throat. There was a moment of panic as I tried and failed to take a breath.

  “Just breathe through your nose.” He told me, holding my head tightly so that I couldn’t pull away.

  I relaxed as I inhaled through my nose and curled my tongue around him. I moved my lips an inch or two and then dipped forwards to take his whole length. He moaned loudly and I felt a shudder from his thighs. His hands were now wound into my hair so tightly I could feel it pulling at the scalp. There was a tingling sensation all over my head and it was surprisingly pleasant. I relaxed some more and prepared myself for his climax.

  His cock jerked inside my mouth and I could feel the warm salty fluid drip down my throat. Just as I braced myself he pulled my hair backwards so that my mouth released him and I felt his orgasm hit the tip of my tongue and my lips, before thoroughly coating my chin.

  I moved my hand to my face.

  “Stop!” He said firmly. “Don’t wipe it off.” He jerked one last time and then lowered himself to the floor. “I want to look at you with my pleasure all over your face.” He knelt in front of me, and smiled. “You look absolutely incredible.” He told me.

  He reached out and touched my cheek with his thumb. I tilted my head to kiss his hand, I was aware that I was wiping his own semen all over his wrist, and I didn’t care. It felt like the most natural act in the world. He took a cotton handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped my face, cleaning up the evidence of our moment of madness.

  He was looking into my eyes with a tenderness I hadn’t seen before. He leaned in and kissed my mouth softly before saying...

  “I like you Elise. I think I’m going to keep you.” He smiled again as he stood. This time it was a broad smile that lit up his whole face.

  I smiled back.

  Never before had a single sentence made me feel so happy, so desired, so wanted, and I felt honoured that he wanted me around.

  Chapter 8

  “Come.” He held out his hand. “You must be hungry?”

  It was a question, but not one that required an answer and I knew this. He was telling me that I needed to eat. He had a way about him which commanded my every move. I got to my feet slowly and took his hand, letting him lead me across the polished wood floor.

  He pulled out a stool at an island in the centre of a huge kitchen. There was stainless steel and glass everywhere, and I was conscious of touching anything for fear of leaving fingerprints. I perched on the edge of the stool, and tugged at the hem of my dress.

  “Stop fidgeting Elise.” I heard him say.

  I looked up to see only the back of his head.

  How did he do that?

  I placed my hands in my lap and watched his broad shoulders as he chopped and mixed and moved expertly around the massive expanse of kitchen. There was sizzle as he dropped the mixture into a hot pan, and within minutes he presented himself in front of me holding two plates filled with salad and the fluffiest looking omelettes I had ever seen.

  He put one down in front of me and took a seat himself. As he lifted the fork to his mouth, he looked at me...

  “Don’t stare Elise, it’s rude.” He gave a little smirk. “Now...Eat!”

  We sat in silence as we ate, and it was a little uncomfortable. I felt so at ease around him when he was close, when he was being physical, when he touched me. But now, like this...doing something we would deem to be perfectly ‘normal’ he set me completely on edge.

  He finished eating and placed his cutlery neatly on his plate. He looked up at me and linked his hands together resting his elbows on the table.

  I too put my cutlery down and looked into his eyes.

  “You haven’t finished.” He said.

  “I’m not very hungry.” I told him, lowering my eyes a little.

  “Do you need to stay?” He asked. It was matter of fact and to the point. Did I need a bed for the night?

  “I can go home.” I replied without looking up.

  “Its 3am Elise.” I heard him move his stool back but I still didn’t look up. “Stay.” His voice was nearer to me, but still I didn’t attempt to look at him. “You can go home in the morning. You need to rest.”

  He was behind me in an instant. He gently lifted my hair with his finger and s
wept it over my shoulder. He leaned in and whispered into my ear.

  “Stay. I want you to stay.”

  That was all I needed. I let my head fall back as he trailed his mouth across the soft skin of my neck and gently trailed his tongue behind my ear. I tried to take a breath but it caught in my throat and instead I made a gasping noise. He wrapped his hand in my hair and tugged my head to one side until my neck was bent at an odd angle and our lips were almost touching.

  “That’s a yes then?” He asked.

  He crushed his mouth against mine so fiercely I couldn’t breathe and I was powerless to do anything other than succumb to him. I tried to relax against him as he pushed his tongue inside of my mouth, probing and searching. My breathing quickened and I could feel the heat rising within. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. Whatever he was giving; I would take and to hell with the consequences.

  He slipped his other hand down over my dress and rested it on my chest, cupping his hand around the fullness of my breast. He waited a moment before deftly gripping my nipple between his fingers and squeezing.

  Hard.

  The tears bit at the back of my eyes, and I wanted to tell him to stop. That it was hurting me, but I was unable to speak.

  He released me from his kiss and spoke firmly against my mouth, the sound of his voice vibrated on my lips as he told me...

  “If you want me to stop, just tell me. But I think you like the pain.”

  He kissed my top lip gently and released his grip on my nipple.

  I felt bereft.

  Like he had taken something important away from me.

  “I don’t want you to stop” I told him, my voice catching in my throat as he gripped once more and twisted the firm nub viciously. I gasped loudly and moved my mouth to capture his once more, but he held back from my kiss. He looked deep into my eyes, still maintaining his assault on my now tender breast.

  “I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.” He teased me with his kiss, moving closer so that our lips brushed and then holding my hair just tight enough to prevent me from following through the kiss.

  “You are enjoying this aren’t you?” I asked him quietly.

  “More than you will ever know.” He told me as he moved both of his hands to the sides of my face, releasing the pressure to my flesh and crushed my lips with his own.

  “Stand!”

  It was an order not a request and I did exactly that. As I stood in front of him, he looked me up and down. There was a hunger in his eyes, a look that said I would not get out of there alive. I really did feel like a lamb to the slaughter, but at the same time, I felt safer than I had ever felt in my entire life.

  He moved around me like a lion stalking his prey, slowly and deliberately. I could feel myself shaking as he moved to my back and rested his hand just below the nape of my neck. The silence was broken by the sound of my zip being pulled open. The cool air hit my back in a rush as he slid the dress off of my shoulders and down over my hips. It landed on the floor around my feet, like a fabric puddle.

  “Step forward.”He said. I was aware of a slight crack in his voice, and I hoped that this unfolding scene was affecting him as much as it was me.

  I stepped out of the dress and moved forward slightly. I felt exposed but not in the least bit vulnerable. I stood quite still in all my glory, as he trailed his finger slowly down my spine, hooking it over the waist band of my briefs.

  “I don’t like these.” He snapped the elastic against my skin and I flinched at the shock. He gripped the flimsy fabric at my hip and tugged until they fell apart in his hand. They too fell to the floor and without being told I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side giving no thought at all to the amount of money I had wasted on them.

  I stood perfectly still again as I felt his hand on the clasp of my bra. He unclipped it expertly with one hand and it slipped forwards. I shrugged my arms and let it fall like everything else.

  I was now stood naked except for my suspender belt and stockings. I held my breath as my nipples stood proud with the cold. I shivered slightly as I felt his hand at the back of my neck; he lifted my hair and twisted it in his hand, knotting it so it stayed piled on top of my head. His hand came to rest at the back of my neck and he tightened his fingers slightly.

  “Walk.” He commanded me.

  I started to walk slowly across the room letting his hand guide me in the direction he wanted me to head. We crossed a hallway and came to an open door. I could see it was the bedroom, probably one of the most sumptuous I had seen, all reds and muted greys, with a large wrought iron bedstead taking pride of place in the middle of the room. I hadn’t paid much attention to my surroundings when I woke earlier, but I noticed now that my shoes were at the side of the bed and the bedcovers slightly rumpled where I had lain earlier that night.

  As I entered the room he released me and stood by the door as I continued to the bed. As I reached it I turned slowly to face him. He was leaning against the door jamb, not a single hair out of place and those fucking eyes boring into me. I was wet at just the sight of him, and I ached for his touch.

  “Stand still.” He said.

  I lowered my eyes to the floor as he approached me.

  “Good girl Elise, but tonight I want you to look at me. Just keep looking right into my eyes.” He took my hand in his and leaned in. I tried to stay as upright as I could but I couldn’t help but arch my back as he closed in.

  I was panting now, in anticipation of his kiss. My thighs were backed right up against the edge of the bed and my lips were parted in readiness for him. I closed my eyes as he reached his hand around me and dragged the pillows down the bed and gently pushed me down onto them.

  As I sank down and the softness enveloped me, I watched him move closer, pushing his leg in between my knees and parting my thighs so that I was open to him and completely exposed. He sucked his breath in through his teeth as he ran his eyes hungrily over my body.

  “You have no idea how much I have wanted to see you like this.” He placed his hands on my knees and splayed his fingers outwards, he pushed both palms firmly up my thighs applying pressure and tracing my inner thighs with his thumbs. As he neared my stocking tops he slipped his index fingers underneath the straps of my suspenders and scraped his nails against the tender skin there. I took a deep breath in to alleviate the unexpected pain, and sighed as I exhaled.

  “Since the first time I saw you in the park.” He continued to move his hands, his thumbs now grazing my bikini line. I gulped and swallowed, allowing my eyes to close for a split second. “OPEN THEM!” He barked, though he wasn’t able to hide the tenderness behind the gruff of his voice.

  I opened them and stared straight at him...I let my eyes wander over his face, from his strong angular jaw line where the stubble was just starting to show, to his full lips, and then back to those eyes again. He had a way of looking at me that made my insides melt.

  As I watched him he dipped his head slightly and licked his top lip...then with one rapid movement he moved both hands underneath me and lifted me by my hips until I was right in front of his face.

  I bit my lip in anticipation as he blew gently on me, creating goose bumps all over my entire body; I struggled with what to do with my hands. I wanted to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair, to pull him nearer to me and end this torment.

  He watched me as he snaked the tip of his tongue up between my folds, hovering for a moment on my clitoris and increasing pressure. I lifted my hands to touch him, to encourage him and he lifted one eyebrow at me. His look said it all.

  ‘Don’t touch.’

  ‘I’m in control’

  I let my hands fall to my sides again, feeling frustration at not being able to join in, and only watch as he unleashed his tongue on me. He trailed it up and down time and time again, first lightly and then faster, more frantic...as my breathing quickened, so did his movements. I threw my head back, taking my eyes away from him and then he would stop.<
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  Instantly.

  Frustratingly.

  Only when I slowed my breathing down and looked at him again did he continue. I watched him as he smirked. Yes, he smirked against my flesh, and just when I thought I could take no more, he moved his hand ever so slightly and forced his thumb roughly inside of me and lapped at my clitoris slowly and deliberately. His movements slowed to a complete stop. I felt full to bursting and the pressure was just too much. I was aware of a whimper escaping from my throat and then I moaned. A long slow guttural moan that seemed to go on forever as I locked my eyes with his and every muscle inside of me contracted against him.

  I felt myself relax into the softness of the pillows around me, as he slipped his thumb out of me, released his grip on my hips and slowly slid up my body until our faces were almost touching.

  He smoother my hair away from my forehead and left his hand there, almost in a protective manner. He kissed me gently, peppering little butterfly kisses all over my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips and I responded eagerly lapping at his mouth.

  “You are amazing Elise.” He told me as he stroked my hair. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

  I smiled at him and lifted my head slightly to kiss him again.

  “You are pretty amazing yourself.” I told him with a smile.

  He lifted me with little effort all the way up the length of the bed and rearranged the pillows. He lay me down gently and then stood and undressed in front of me.

  He had the most incredible physique, not too big but every single muscle was defined perfectly and my mouth watered at the sight of him. He climbed into the bed beside me and pulled the duvet up over us. He turned towards me and laid his hand over my stomach. I flinched a little, I was neither the slimmest, nor the firmest around my middle and even after what we had just experienced I felt a little self conscious.

  He totally ignored my slight discomfort and pulled me towards him so that we were curled around each other, our bodies entwined so tightly it was as if we were one.

  “Amazing.” He kissed my shoulder gently. “But you seem to be forgetting what I told you already.”