La Brat

by Ashe Barker

  “No can do, sweetheart.” He grinned as her face dropped. “I’m all done with hurting you for tonight. I will fuck you, if you insist, but it’s going to be soft and slow and might take a while. How does that sound to you?”

  “It sounds quite perfect, Sir.”

  * * * *

  “If your bum and shoulders are the most sore, would you prefer to lie face down?” Aaron murmured the words as he nuzzled the sensitive hollow between her neck and chin. He was naked too, having undressed quickly before stretching out alongside her.

  Eugenie angled her head to allow him better access. At that precise moment, her bumps and bruises couldn’t be further from her mind. “Not yet. I’m just… Could we stay like this, Sir?”

  “If you like. You’ll tell me if you’re not comfortable, though. Yes?”

  “Mmm, yes, Sir. Oh. Oh, Aaron, that feels good.”

  Aaron didn’t answer. His mouth was occupied, leaving a trail of kisses from her throat down to her left breast. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, then closed his lips around the swelling nub and sucked.

  Eugenie arched her back, and he slid his hand under her shoulders to support her weight as he continued to torment first one pebbled nipple then the other. She writhed on the bed, gasping her appreciation when he scraped his teeth over the sensitive peaks, biting down but not quite hard enough to hurt.

  Eugenie knew he was treating her as he might the hotel’s finest porcelain, taking care not to hurt her. She loved his concern for her current fragile state, but at the same time, she craved the intensity of his usual approach. Aaron was exciting, demanding, and always left her body aching in the most intimate places. She wanted some of that ache now.

  “Sir, I’m all right, really. You can—oh!” She let out a sharp cry as he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy.

  “What can I do, Genie? This?” He withdrew and drove his fingers back again—three this time. “Or this perhaps?” He rubbed her G-spot as he shifted farther down to position his head between her thighs. Eugenie spread her legs wide, lifting her hips in optimistic invitation.

  Aaron grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her bottom. “Another?”

  Eugenie nodded, grateful for the support. Every movement hurt her somewhere, and her muscles really weren’t up to the job tonight, however enthusiastic she might feel. Aaron slid another pillow beneath her.

  “How’s that?”

  “Fabulous. Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome. Now all you have to do is lie still. Well, fairly still. And if you feel like it, you can tell me when it feels good.”

  “I can manage that, Sir.”

  Aaron chuckled as he settled back down, his mouth just inches from her damp, welcoming pussy. Eugenie could feel the moisture gathering and longed for the penetration of his skilled fingers again. He’d promised her that this would feel good though, and she was content to wait.

  She let out a little hiss of pleasure as he parted her pussy lips with his thumbs then blew on the throbbing flesh he had exposed. He trailed the tip of his tongue around the entrance to her cunt, using his fingers to hold her open. Twice more he traced the outline before dipping his tongue inside.

  Eugenie jerked hard, the rush of pure pleasure impossible to contain. She knew she would come quickly—if he allowed it.

  “Don’t hold back, love. This is for you.”

  Aaron’s Dom antennae were on high alert, sensing everything she was thinking and feeling before she had the chance to verbalize her needs. Moments later, she lay quivering, her pussy spasming as her orgasm pulsed through her, relaxing her tensed muscles in a way the warm bath could never have achieved.

  Aaron continued to lick and tongue-fuck her until the climax was spent and she lay still under him again.

  He knelt up, still positioned between her thighs.

  “Nice start, sweetheart. I wonder how many more we can manage.”

  “One or two, I should think.”

  “Is that a challenge, love?”

  “No, Sir. I just meant…”

  “I’d like to blindfold you. Is that all right?”

  “Of course, Sir. Whatever you decide. You know that.” The question surprised Eugenie. Aaron never usually told her what he planned, let alone asked for her permission. Tonight was certainly different, in many ways.

  He reached past her to open a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a soft scarf. He rolled it loosely then used it to cover her eyes and tied the ends at the back of her head. The effect was instant, the loss of one key sense heightening her others. Eugenie knew this was his plan. She also knew that whatever he had in mind for her next might not be strenuous but it would be intense.

  Her thoughts scattered in the next moments as his hands were on her hips, caressing her then lifting her toward his mouth again. He sucked on her clit, drawing the swollen bud into his mouth and pressing his tongue against it. Eugenie felt like she might be floating.

  All too soon, he lowered her back onto the pillows and began to work his way back up her body. He kissed her belly button then her breasts again, before finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. She was dimly aware of the snap of foil and settled against the pillows in happy anticipation. He shifted his hips, and Eugenie lifted her legs as the head of his cock nudged her entrance.

  “Keep still, girl. Unless you’re uncomfortable. Are you, Genie?”

  “No, Sir. I’m fine.”

  “Good.” He shifted again then thrust forward. His cock slid into her. He buried himself to the hilt in her warm pussy.”

  Eugenie moaned and resisted the urge to lock her heels behind his waist. She reached for his shoulders, though, and hung on as he withdrew and drove his erection deep into her again.

  “Are you still fine, Genie?”

  “Yes, Sir. Very fine.”

  “Mmm, and very tight too. So fucking sweet, girl…”

  He delivered a couple more long, slow strokes, and Eugenie thought she might faint with pleasure. Was such a thing possible? She would soon know.

  His cock balls-deep within her, Aaron stopped. Eugenie rolled her hips, her body already tightening in readiness for her next climax. Aaron ignored her wriggling and reached under her to drag the pillows away. He then shoved his knees under her bottom and arranged her legs on either side of his, spreading her out for his perusal.

  Even blindfolded, Eugenie knew he was looking at her, and specifically at the point where their bodies joined. She lay still, absorbing the intimacy of the moment, vulnerable, open to him. Were it not for her injuries, she suspected he would have tied her hands behind her back for this, which would have heightened the sense of his possession still further. On instinct, she tucked her hands under her waist. And she waited.

  “This is going to feel good, but if it gets too much, you’re to tell me. Is that okay, Genie?”

  Too much? Could there ever be too much pleasure? Puzzled, Eugenie nodded her agreement.

  Even though she was expecting him to touch her, she still jerked when Aaron used his fingers to trace the lips of her pussy stretched tightly around his cock. Eugenie quivered, her body already preparing to orgasm again.

  “So aroused, so ready. Would you like to come again, little slut?”

  “Yes. Yes please, Sir.”

  “Do it, then.” His tone was low and so sexy, a caress in itself.

  He held her hips still as he slowly pulled back then thrust deep. He repeated the stroke, achingly gentle yet filling her entirely.

  Helpless, Genie sighed her delight as the walls of her pussy contracted around him, her body convulsing as he drew her climax from her. She was still shaking as the waves of sensation died away and Aaron sank his cock deep inside her and went still once more.

  “Nice?”

  “Mmm, very nice, Sir.”

  “And this?”

  She started at the faint humming sound then let out a long, low groan as sensation exploded across her clit.

  “What…?”

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bsp; “Shh. Enjoy.”

  A bullet vibrator. Must be. She had no notion where he had produced it from, but he had. Aaron was always prepared. He rubbed the toy against her clit, stroking the sides, the tip. He pressed harder, and she knew her next orgasm was just moments away. How many had that been? Two? Three?

  “Oh God! Sir, I can’t…”

  “I think you can, love. Now.”

  Her body convulsed again, waves of pleasure pulsing from her clit. She squeezed her pussy around his cock, loving the feeling of fullness as she came. Aaron was relentless, continuing to stroke her clit and pussy lips with the vibrator, ramping up the intensity as she stilled.

  Eugenie lost count of how many times she came, each orgasm drawn from her by his expert touch and the magic of his sweet little toy. At last, though, she answered her earlier question. There was such a thing as too much pleasure. Or perhaps that should be too much all at once.

  “Enough, Sir. Please, that is enough.”

  “Yeah?”

  The buzzing stopped.

  For a few moments, Eugenie basked in the silent stillness, her body still humming. She sighed as Aaron stroked her sensitized clit with the pad of his thumb.

  “All done?”

  “Yes. No. Oh, that feels so good, Sir.”

  “Enjoy then.”

  She would not have believed that he might yet draw another orgasm from her, but he did. The soft, undemanding caress coaxed her back to the brink and over, sending her spinning once again. And at last, she was really done. She could manage no more.

  “Stop now. Please.”

  Aaron said nothing, but rearranged his body so that he was lying above her, taking his weight on his arms. He brushed his lips across hers as he withdrew his cock and waited, poised to drive forward again. Ready to finish this.

  “Sir, I…”

  “My sweet Genie.” He sank his cock into her, his entire body tensing as he held still. Then he let out a low oath as his semen spurted into her, filling the condom with his liquid heat.

  * * * *

  Later, as Eugenie lay wrapped in Aaron’s arms in that hazy place before sleep descended, she had to admit he’d been right. It had been perfect. She had not believed it possible but now she felt even more cherished, more adored, utterly at peace with him and with herself. She knew he would not have punished her at all but for her insistence, and even then, he’d allowed her to set the limits of it. The stripes left by the ruler across her hand had served their purpose. They had released her pent-up feelings of guilt and self-loathing, exorcising her demons and allowing her to just let it all go. As for the bruises from her fall, those would fade in a few days.

  But the bond forged tonight between herself and Aaron, the deepening trust and understanding that connected them, that was only going to become stronger. She promised herself that it would, and in the dark silence, she swore it to Aaron too, even though he was already sleeping.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next couple of weeks flew past in a blur. Aaron became accustomed to hearing the light footsteps in the office next to his, her quiet voice as she spoke on the phone in her rapid-fire French. The arrangements continued to click into place, each and every detail subject first to Eugenie’s minute scrutiny then to his. She would check quality, ensure that the wishes of their celebrity clients were honored in all matters, while it was his responsibility to handle the safety and security aspects. Theirs was a seamless operation, their teamwork effortless.

  Other members of the management team played their parts too. He knew that Eugenie spent long hours in detailed discussions with Anton, poring over menus, debating the wine list, tasting desserts. She and Annette had also toured the honeymoon suite as well as the rooms to be occupied by the guests, ensuring every possible need was anticipated. The hotel facilities were already superb, every surface gleaming, every item of linen crisp and neatly folded. All that came as standard, but the added touches made the difference—color coordinated towels and bed linen to match the wedding themes, additional maids recruited to help with packing, unpacking, dressing. The hotel hairdressing service would be available twenty-four hours a day, as would the spa and fitness suites. Each guest would be pampered, treated to the very best Totally Five Star Paris could offer and more besides. They would never forget their visit here.

  Eugenie and Aaron spent a lot of time together, both at work and outside of it. While they were discreet, he had no doubt that their personal relationship was no secret, though the exact nature of it remained between them. Not that she would have ever said anything, but Fleur would have put two and two together on the day of Eugenie’s fall when she had insisted on his presence while she was examined. She’d undressed in front of him without a second thought.

  His cock throbbed as he contemplated their relationship. Eugenie was a unique blend of contrasting qualities. He adored her cool efficiency in the office, her absolute submission outside of it.

  Since the evening following her fall down the stairs, they seemed to him to have moved onto a new plane. She deferred to him, obeyed and anticipated his requirements almost before he voiced them. He believed that her desire to accept his discipline, even when he would have let the matter drop, signaled a fresh insight on her part, the realization that she could trust him not to harm her. He would never have inflicted further pain on her tender, bruised body, but she wasn’t to know that and surrendered to him anyway. The ruler across her hand had been the best he could come up with at short notice to satisfy her craving. It seemed to do the trick.

  They spent most evenings together and every weekend. She stayed at his apartment on Fridays and Saturdays, and had recently started to leave some of her belongings there. She had never even suggested such a thing when they were together in England, and he would have discouraged it then, he thought. Now, he found he had no objection at all.

  They had breakfast together most days, usually in the terrace restaurant, and lunch when they could manage that too. As often as not, they had company, the hotel’s management team were a sociable lot. But the growing bond between Aaron and Eugenie was obvious to all.

  Aaron knew he loved her. Perhaps he always had. Whatever, his feelings had required very little in the way of rekindling. Within days of their first night together, he murmured the words into her ear as he slid his cock into her ass. She had sighed, her smile beatific as she lifted her bottom up to offer herself to him.

  Now, the wedding was just days away. The first handful of guests had started to arrive, although most would be descending on them the day before the actual ceremony. That was when Farah and Lucas would arrive too, and the party would really get underway.

  He had a small army of additional security personnel dotted about the hotel, mingling with the permanent staff, ever vigilant. Aaron was confident but not complacent. The marriage of one of the world’s most popular sporting personalities to an exotic Arab princess was a romantic dream that would delight, inspire, fascinate. The eyes of the world would be on them. But viewed through his security lens, Aaron knew that this wedding was an obvious target, both for the greedy disruptive presence of the flocks of paparazzi who would try to infiltrate the event, and for the more sinister attentions of political extremists. The alliance of Farah Ajram with a high profile international footballer had not gone unnoticed or unremarked in the more traditional circles, though for the most part, the reaction had been positive. It was his job to make sure that no one and nothing disrupted Eugenie’s carefully laid plans. And Aaron was good at his job.

  He closed down his computer and pocketed his mobile. She should be finished briefing Elise now and he was looking forward to having lunch with his little Genie. Aaron made his way to the terrace bistro, nodding to several members of his team as he strode across the thick carpeting of the reception area and out to the gardens at the rear. He looked for her in their usual spot, the table tucked away in one corner of the patio, surrounded on three sides by fragrant honeysuckle. He smiled to himself as he round
ed the corner and she came into view. She glanced up, her smile dazzling when she saw him. His heart did a little flip. He was one lucky bastard.

  The firm tread on the paved terrace alerted her to his approach. Eugenie looked up. She had been watching for him and beamed in delighted anticipation when Aaron came into view. Her Dom. Her wonderful, stern, commanding Dom. She loved him, utterly adored him. And he seemed to feel the same way about her. Life was good, better than good. Life was perfect.

  She stood as he reached their table, her face upturned for his quick kiss. Aaron was not overly demonstrative, at least not in public, but neither did he seek to conceal their relationship. He sat next to her, reaching for the black coffee she had ordered for him.

  “It is probably a little cool now. Shall I get you another?”

  “This is fine.” He took a long sip. “Good briefing?”

  “Yes, no problems. It is very hectic, but everything is going to plan.” She lifted both hands to show him her crossed fingers.

  “Never doubted it. Any idea what time you’ll be finished tonight?”

  “Late. Not before eight. Is that okay?”

  “Of course. Come to my apartment as soon as you’re done. No underwear, naturally.”

  She bowed her head. “Naturally, Sir. Should I eat before I come to you?”

  “Was some part of ‘as soon as you’re done’ not entirely clear, Eugenie?” He lifted one eyebrow, his tone remaining even, and all the more ominous for that.

  “Of course, Sir. I apologize.”

  “I’ll feed you. Eventually. Talking of which, have you ordered yet?”

  “No, Sir. I wanted to wait for you.”

  Aaron signaled for a waiter. The young man scurried over, notepad in hand. They asked for a selection of cold meats and a refresh of their coffee. The next hour was spent in pleasant conversation, Eugenie’s pussy moistening disgracefully as she anticipated the evening to come once the day’s business was concluded.