Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1))

by Palmer, Dee

  “Something you need baby?” He whispers in my ear and traces his tongue around the shell, nibbling on my lobe; I tremble and whimper into the pillow. His deep rumble vibrates his chest and sends waves of shivers across my body. I feel his hand on my bottom, his fingers slide between the cheeks, over my tight entrance which twitches at his light touch and his finger slides in to my wetness. He plunges two fingers deep inside. My hips buck instantly and my core contracts greedily grabbing at his fingers, which he pumps into me riding my climax and pushing me on and on. He reaches and presses my clit, rubbing with a light circling motion with the pad of his finger. Before my body has stopped pulsing he continues to pump and rub building the pressure once more. This time I scream, I scream with shock and wonder and I scream loudly into the pillow that I have grabbed tight against my face. It muffles the sound but also prevents me from taking any oxygen and I turn my head and gasp. I’m seeing spots before my eyes as he takes my hips and flips me over. I must look a little dazed.

  “You need to breathe Bethany.” He has an undeniable cocky grin fixed but refrains from laughing. “Don’t pass out! You know I’m not finished?” He sinks his teeth into my neck again drawing an agonising moan of pleasure from me and I wrap my arms around his back and feel his strong muscles move and flex. He covers my mouth with his and swipes his tongue, forcing my lips apart tasting and taking everything I return. He breaks the contact and hovers above me; I clench my tummy to raise myself to meet him, to reach his soft mouth. He smiles and I lunge again but his reflex is too quick and I am left wanting, needing to feel his delicious kiss again. “Na ah, now what’s got you so greedy?” I try and pull him down but he is solid muscle and I don’t stand a chance of taking unless he wants to give. I blow out a frustrated sigh. “Oh poor baby, want me to kiss it better?” Oh My God Yes! No I said that in my head, he needs to know this.

  “Please, Oh God yes, please, please I want that.” I pant shamelessly. He widens his smile, he is so gorgeous.

  “Oh I do love it when you beg.” He drops his scorching kisses along my collarbone and skims down to my breast. He palms one and suckles my nipple on the other. He swirls his tongue and flicking the sensitive end before he repeats this with my other breast. He then nibbles and sucks his way down, down. My breath hitches, the anticipation unbearable, he sits back and with his strong hand forces my legs wide, I am completely open for him and his gaze is on fire. “You’re so beautiful Bethany, I have to taste you.” He swipes his tongue the full length of my core and laps my clit. I instantly tense with the familiar feelings of an imminent climax.

  “Oh Fuck Daniel. . . . Ahhhh!” Christ that was quick, intense and not over as he continues to swirl and suck. He dips his tongue inside and I grab his hair, my hips are shaking and I am desperate to get more air; I’m panting. With that he fixes his mouth over my clit and sucks and sucks. “Ahhh God!” I scream again and my thighs grip his head trying to stop the overload of pleasure his talented mouth is bombarding me with. I fall limp still trembling, he sits up its only then I realise he is still fully clothed and I am naked and sated and limp. He reaches into his pocket and pulls a foil packet; he holds my heated stare as he tears the packet with his teeth. He unbuckles his belt and pushes his trousers down to his thighs. His erection hard against his stomach, I bite my lip. I know how good he tastes and I can’t take my eyes off him as he sheaths himself.

  “Nice thought but tonight is all about you, baby.” He covers my body with his weight, God I love that feeling of being dominated in this way, it just feels so primal. He positions his wide crown against my slick folds and rubs, spreading my wetness along his shaft. “Baby, I’ve tried to make this easy, making you come like that but I can’t wait any more so this might still hurt a little. We’ll take it slow.” His voice sounds ragged and I can see the tiny droplets of sweat bead at his temples. The softness in his eyes and the concern in his voice has me fighting a lump in my throat. Not quite able to speak I simply nod. “Ok baby?” He fixes his eyes on mine as he pushes slowly into me. My body contracts at the intrusion but it’s not so bad, he pushes further and the feeling of fullness and stretching is wonderful. He groans and starts to change angle and roll his hips. Oh good God that feels amazing, again in my head.

  “Oh God Daniel that feels amazing.” I cry out. His slow steady thrusts drive into me and I can feel his reticence, his hesitation, his tender intentions. Its heaven and I want more. “Do you think you could go faster? Deeper?” I want every bit of him. He laughs.

  “Yes Bethany I can definitely do that.” He groans as he plunges deep.

  “Ahh fuck!” I yell and he freezes. “No, Ahh Fuck in a good way Daniel, don’t stop, please, please don’t stop.” He pulls back and plunges again deep, hard, it’s fantastic. The friction and burn set a fire racing inside me. He thrusts and pumps into me, shaking my body, filling me, riding me. His eyes are heated with lust and the guttural sounds escaping him are a wild addition to the sound of our bodies moving together. I wrap my legs around his waist and he grabs my arse cheeks and pulls me tighter against him, tighter against each thrust. The exquisite deep sensation I feel as his cock rubs and touches sensitive tissue deep inside takes my breath away. My body takes over and starts the steady climb to ecstasy. I feel Daniel shift and he starts to pump faster into me; chasing his own release.

  “Bethany, come with me?” The urgency in his voice has my body spiralling.

  “Yes, yes Daniel, Ahhhh” I scream.

  “Fuck!!” He pumps and grinds deep, filling me and taking every bit for his own release. His hot heavy body covers mine and we lay, two sweaty bodies, entwined and exhausted. Well I know I am. Not sure where he gets his stamina from but Daniel has already rolled from the bed, left the room and returns with a bathrobe. I am still a quivering mess.

  “Here, I don’t want you getting dressed again.” He hands me a robe which is enormous; at least I know it’s his and not his girlfriends.’ Wait! This is just a bit of fun right? But I frown to myself at this unwelcome thought.

  “What’s wrong?” His obvious concern does nothing to quell the troubled feelings swirling inside causing an unsettling tightness in my chest.

  “Nothing, nothing at all, so stop worrying, you didn’t even hurt my bottom.” I smirk.

  “Yet!” He calls over his shoulder as he disappears again. I get goose bumps at the veiled threat. I wrap his robe around me and head off to find him. He is in the kitchen pouring more wine.

  “Change of plan, food first, you for dessert.” He grins. “Then bath; sound good?”

  “Sounds time consuming?” I hate that I have to bring my reality into this fairy-tale.

  “I’ll have you back by one, Cinderella.” He grumbles but kisses me on the head and holding my hand he sits me back on a stool while he orders the food. He then sets a bowl with hot water on a warming plate and places a small pouring jug and a fancy looking jar of chocolate praline in the water. He has a smirk that makes him look both devilish and young. He walks back to me and places his large palms on my cheeks and smothers my mouth with his hungry lips. “For dessert.” He adds but doesn’t explain further. There is a buzzing that announces our food. The exotic aromas of ginger and lemongrass follow him back to the kitchen and we sit at the island and eat with chopsticks out of the boxes. The sea bass is juicy and melts in the mouth; the food is light, fresh and utterly delicious. More so because most of my meal is fed to me and he keeps having to adjust himself in his loose fitted lounge pants, every time I lick my lips in appreciation as I suck the food from his chopsticks.

  “Are you always hard?” My unfiltered curious mind getting the better of my manners. He shifts again.

  “Always around you, yes, which is lucky for me, because I always want to fuck you.” He playfully picks up a large chunk of fish and drops it in his hungry mouth.

  “And lucky for me, because it seems, I always want to be fucked.” That sounds wrong now I have said it aloud and his frown confirms this. “Always want to be fuc
ked by you, yeah definitely meant to say it like that.” I put my chopsticks down and climb on to his lap, my legs wrap around his waist and my naked sex rests directly above his straining erection. “You said something about luxury bath?” I roll my hips enjoying the friction from the thin material over his hard length.

  “No I said something about dessert, then bath.” His hands hold my hips still but keep the pressure securing me fixed against him.

  “I don’t think I could eat another thing.” The food was heavenly but I am stuffed.

  “You may not, but I’m still hungry.” His eyes are liquid heat, he stands with my legs wrapped around his waist and he carries me over to the large leather sofas in the corner of the room. He slips his robe from me and lays it flat on the sofa before he sits me down on top with my feet on the floor. “Don’t move.” Wouldn’t dream of it. He returns carrying the small pouring jug and a clear bowl with milky white cubes which he places on the coffee table. He kneels on the floor and spreads my legs. He runs a finger up my core, I jolt my body instantly responds. “Mmmm.” He sucks the same finger slowly. “Now you taste fucking amazing and there is nothing that could improve what I’ve got before me, but you did mention something about fun?” I nod because I am now breathless with excitement. “So in the spirit of fun I’m going to add a few ingredients to this beautiful dessert.” He sweeps his hot palm across my tummy and squeezes my breast. “God your tits are perfect.” He leans over to the table and picks up one of the cubes.

  His eyes scorch my body and fix on mine. “Now hold very still or this will get very messy very quickly.” He takes a white cube and draws tiny circles around my tight puckered nipple and I instantly arch at the sting of the freezing cube. I can feel droplets as the cube melts against my flushed skin and he dives to suck up the droplets before they run from my breast. The heat of his mouth and roughness of his tongue has my skin ablaze. “Hold still, remember?” He admonishes me with a warning scowl. I swallow the dryness in my throat; this is going to be impossible. He repeats the circling motion of the cube moving from one nipple to the other, the initial shock of the cold has subsided and I am able to remain still despite the building pressure and need between my legs. The cube has melted and my body is streaked with rivulets of white liquid. He then leans to retrieve the white jug and pours a single drop on my tummy, it is warm liquid chocolate. He trails a line of chocolate droplets up between my breasts to my collar bone where the liquid pool in the indent in the centre. He continues to pour single drops on my breasts trying to hit the sensitive peaks and each time sparks of desire shoot straight to my clit.

  He puts the jug down and admires his Jackson Pollack attempt at food art before leaning down and tortuously slowly licking every drop from my body. I’m trembling on the edge and although I know he poured no liquid there I am molten hot between my legs. He eases his way down my body and carefully brings me to a mind blowing climax with his gifted tongue. He holds me until my body stops convulsing and my breathing becomes a little more normal.

  “Oh! oh wow!” I throw my arm over my face, still drawing in deep breaths. “I have got to try that, my turn.” I lift my head to meet his darkly heated glare and relaxed smile.

  He laughs. “No time, your timescale baby, not mine.” He reminds me and laughs at my instant frown.

  “But?” I pout. He has already removed himself and the ingredients. “What are the white cubes?” I grab the robe, which is now a little sticky.

  “Frozen cream.” He places all the remaining ingredients on the island top.

  I take one of the cubes, dip it through the chocolate and pop it in my mouth. “Mmm, ooo that’s good.”

  “Chocolate. Cream and you, nothing better.” He grins and wickedly licks his lips.

  I lower myself into the corner bath that is the size of a small swimming pool; it’s so deep I am floating and have to steady myself holding the edges. My smile is so wide right now, it’s too easy to believe this is real. Daniel strides in gloriously naked and I know this isn’t real. No one really looks like that, toned strong muscles, narrow waist, broad shoulders and his thick long cock hard against his stomach.

  “It’s rude to stare.” He walks over and steps in behind me, sliding all that manliness around my slick wet body.

  “It would be ruder not too.” I sigh and lean back into his chest. He starts to cup water into my hair and wash me. I am relaxed and sated, soft and pliant. He could ask me anything and I couldn’t think of a good reason not to tell him or deny any request, but then I think that is exactly the point when he begins to talk.

  “Now Bethany, this.” He waves his wet hand mockingly between us. “This is not just fun and you know it, that’s not even debatable. But if it helps us to move forward by calling it that, if it helps you, we will call it fun. So, now, I would like to have as much fun with you as possible, as much as I can get.” I can’t help but giggle at this; abundantly aware that his heavy cock twitches against my back each time he says the word fun. “That means I want your schedule, so we can synchronise and I want you to cut your work hours and I want you to stay here with me.” He sounds like a petulant child which just makes me laugh again.

  “Wow Daniel, that’s some list.” I laugh and twist my neck round to see his own face fixed and frowning.

  “Before you respond, think carefully if you think I have got where I am today by not being single minded and determined at getting what I want.” His stern tone might be intimidating if he wasn’t all naked and wet with his massive hard-on pressed against my backside.

  “And it’s very impressive, brilliant and inspiring but getting what you want in this instance well, it’s not that simple. I have commitments.” I pause before elaborating, “You can have my schedule but it’s kind of full. I can’t cut my hours I need the money to pay for mum’s care, I guess I can stay here, sometimes, but I have to make arrangements first.” I roll my neck as I feel some tension start to build, I hate confrontation and this feels a lot like a confrontation. His hands are on my neck in an instant squeezing and pressing the knots with his thumbs.

  “Cut some of your hours, and spend some of that time with me? It would make me very happy.” His soft voice is pleading and I get the feeling that doesn’t happen very often and I’m touched. I don’t understand why me? And I don’t understand why I want to please him so much but I do.

  “Daniel.” I exhale and lean my head to the side to look up to his face, I need to see his eyes. They are intense, sincere and beautiful. “I’ll try Ok? But this fun has my flight instinct on high alert. You may be single minded and determined but I’m all about the self-preservation.” I nudge him with my elbow and receive instant hard fingers digging in my ribs making me squirm. “Bruise like a peach remember?” I plead and he stops and squeezes me tight instead, holding me like that until the water starts to cool. He pats my body dry with the fluffiest towel and then proceeds to slather my skin in a ginger soufflé body cream. His hard erection brushing and poking my body throughout the process driving me mad but every time I try and make a play for him he steps away with an arched brow and taps the watch he is wearing. I am being punished for my ridiculous curfew. But I can hardly cut my Late Night commitment if he wants me to reduce my hours at the restaurant.

  I’m dressed but with no panties and sitting on the corner sofa in the lounge with my legs tucked beneath me holding a glass of golden liquid, Cointreau over ice, it burns and warms.

  “This fun has some rules Bethany.” His serious tone piques my interest.

  “Go on.” I swirl the golden liquid my lips curling with amusement.

  “I believe I mentioned I don’t share and you can expect a reciprocal arrangement, although you wouldn’t ask because that might give away your feigned indifference?” He cocks a brow but I respond by taking another sip of my drink. “No lies, I don’t expect full disclosure but if I ask you something I don’t want you to lie. There will be no boundaries in the bedroom.” My eyes widen at the implications of that stateme
nt “But you trust me, and it is only ever about pleasure with us so that won’t be an issue and I want you to take some birth-control because I don’t want to wear a condom with you. I fucking hate condoms.” His recited list sounds more like points of action at a board meeting.

  “Please?” I say seriously but have to bite my lips to keep the façade.

  “Excuse me?” His face is utter astonishment, it’s funny.

  “I want you to take some birth control . . . please?” I slowly emphasise the ‘please.’

  “Bethany.” He rumbles, his jaw tense. “I would like you to take some birth control.” He leans in to my ear and whispers, “Please.” Shivers ripple over my body and I lean into his warmth. He stands and takes my hand. It’s time to leave.

  He drives me home and escorts me to my door where he folds me in his arms his head resting on my head.

  “I’ve had a wonderful evening Daniel; mind blowing.” I add and he laughs.

  “I can’t promise not to fall in love with you Miss Thorne but if you can promise not to fall in love with me we will be safe having fun. Because by your definition, then it can only be you that does the leaving and Bethany.” He looks deep into my eyes. “I am never going to let that happen.” He kisses me with such passion I want to crawl up his body and take him again. I can’t believe he just said those things and kisses me like that and casually walks back to his car. “Email me your schedule, first thing!” He demands and gets in his car. He is waiting until I am inside but I don’t think my legs will move. I finally move at the sound of his horn and hurriedly turn and go inside. Once in my apartment I realise I don’t have his email address. Thinking I’ll text him in the morning I notice another box just inside my door but I had already had one delivery. I pull at the tape and remove a folded Harvey Nichols bag, its light and a card falls to the floor. It is handwritten;