by R. F. Allie
He took the basket from Calvin and allowed him to excuse himself.
I carried my bag upstairs with Landon. The house was composed of three floors. We stopped on the second where the master bedroom was; it was a gorgeous space, wallpapered in gold shades, with a king size bed, quilted in the most soft and bright material.
Two unmistakable Louis XVI night stands carved in wood. Four separate floors to ceiling windows on each side of the bed covered with Dover white drapes and two matching rugs with golden splashes over the floor.
Facing the bed, a floor to ceiling sliding door that revealed a walk in closet, the biggest I’d ever seen. I walked to the storage ottoman at the end of the bed and put my bag on it.
"This house is just incredible Landon."
I let out a breath, amazed once again by the space.
"I can understand why you’d think of it as a safe heaven, it's cozy and warm, just out-of-space and far away from mainstream."
"I'm glad you like it, you haven't seen the best of it yet."
He gave me a swift kiss.
"Now let's head downstairs, what do you say we relax in the hot-tub?"
He asked wickedly, his voice low and hot.
“Sounds like anything you like?"
I looked down at my feet.
"I don't have a swimsuit."
I said embarrassed and disappointed.
"We both know you won't need one." He murmured.
His tone was all devilish and sinful.
I stared at him dumbfounded, my insides clenched.
"But as it happens, I got you one."
He prompted.
"You did?"
I suppressed my disappointment.
"I most definitely did, it's in your bag. Alison took the liberty to put it in there."
Oh?
"Alison is my household executive manager; you'll meet her in the morning. She was taking care of this house when you were in my apartment this afternoon."
He explained.
"I can’t wait to meet her; Calvin told me about her."
"Now you go get changed, I'll wait for you downstairs."
Landon walked to the door and I took my bag and walked to the bathroom, which frankly, seemed to be as big as the bedroom, a glass shower, a big bathtub and a long marble counter with two stainless steel sinks. I emptied my bag on the counter; there was a nice little bikini and a toilet case that didn't belong to me.
I looked at it then decided to open it; everything was new, toothbrush, toothpaste, my shampoo and conditioner brand, moisturizing lotions. The man got everything right, down to the tiniest detail. I was astonished.
I let out a blow and resigned myself not to bother discuss it with him.
I started the difficult chore of getting rid of the dress. By the time I’d managed to shuffle out of it, I looked like one of those out-of-breath MMA fighters.
I studied my reflection; I was wearing beautiful lacy undergarments, silk stockings and garter belt. Except for the bra, the set was complete. It was a first for me and I’d intended for him to see all of it, but I had to wear a swimsuit.
What a waste!
"Come on Clea Dane, let's be creative!"
My reflection encouraged me, relishing an idea.
I reached for my back and applied some ointment on Dara. It had been more than three months, since I’d gotten her; but I couldn’t help it. I kept worrying that it might still get infected.
It was so unlike me to get a tattoo; but I did it anyway. It represented the angel of rain and rivers Dara. The tattoo represented her rebellion against the gods in Persian mythology. The artist had told me her story. According to him, Dara had made water freeze for three weeks; she wanted to abolish its misuse by the gods. They weren’t aware that an angel would have that much power, and even if it had led to her demise, she had proved that we all had power within us, no matter how small or weak people thought we were.
When I’d seen it in the catalog; I’d thought it suitable for me. I found her to represent a powerful image for women; at least in my opinion and in the Persian mythology. But the work the artist had done on it was amazing; he was truly talented. Not to mention patient with my loud squeaks. I giggled remembering that afternoon in Andalusia, and Jude’s reaction to the tattoo in the midst of my back.
I freshened up, washed of my make-up and reapplied some lip balm. I slipped on a silk robe, took one last look, a harsh breath, and headed downstairs.
Landon wasn't inside, so I figured he was already in the tub.
Good for him, since he won't stay there much longer.
I walked through the sliding doors to the porch. He was a glorious sight; his skin glowing with steam, the water covering his waist. Next to him, were a bottle of champagne and a plate of chocolate dipped fruits, it looked yummy!
"Hello gorgeous."
He said; his voice all raspy and sexual. I was blinking at the sight of him, so aroused by it, that my knees were starting to get shaky.
"Fuck Clea!"
He muttered.
"Stop biting those lips or I might just come and devour you."
Oh My God!
His words gave me the confidence I needed for what I was about to do.
I pulled at the knot of my robe, brought my hands to the hem and let it slide down my skin; very slowly I exposed my naked heavy breasts, desperately trying to keep eye contact.
"Fuck me."
Landon muttered, letting out a harsh breath.
The robe fell to the floor and I stood there in front him, wearing the most beautiful pale pink pieces of fabric I’d ever did.
Landon strolled slowly out of the water; his shorts hung by an inch on that mouthwatering V. Burning desire flamed inside my belly.
He was so freaking hot.
He brought his hand up and grasped my chin. He tugged it, releasing my bottom lip from the grip of my teeth.
"My god Clea, you are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.”
Landon stood on his knees at the end of the tub. He slid his palms, sending shivers through my body. He rolled down the first stocking and tracing kisses along my thighs.
Tentatively, I moved my fingers into his soft strands and pulled gently at his hair. Landon pushed to his feet and kissed me passionately eating at my mouth. I responded with the same eagerness moaning in his mouth. I haven't kissed him since that afternoon in his apartment, and it felt like an eternity.
He eased me inside the soothing water and settled me between his legs. He wrapped his arm around me, tracing kisses all over my back. I shivered, relishing the sensation.
With his free arm he offered me a flute of sparkling pink liquid.
"What are we celebrating?"
I asked taking the drink.
"You. Coming to find me."
Landon smiled against my neck.
"I'll drink to that." I clang my glass with his.
I took a sip from the fruity Cristal and smiled with appreciation. He picked a piece of chocolate dipped blueberries and fed it to me. I marveled at the taste of it.
"Mmh, this is so good."
I acquiesced and picked another one bringing it to his mouth; he smiled and sucked my fingers along with it.
"Not as tasty as you."
He prompted.
I pushed into his chest and moaned. I searched my head for a happier and content moment, I couldn’t find any.
He should have taken me upstairs the moment I stripped out of that robe.
"It's home-made.”
I turned to him, not understanding what he was talking about.
“The chocolate the fruits dipped in."
He explained.
"It’s my mother's recipe and Alison’s talent."
He continued.
“Really?”
I didn’t really care about the fruits, but his voice sounded a little melancholic.
“Yes, it’s fat-free.”
He announced.
“When you have a doctor for a mot
her; she takes care of every aspect of your nutrition, but without restricting the pleasure.”
I smiled tenderly and gulped the last of my champagne before I’d put it next to the bottle. I turned abruptly and straddled him. I loved the surprised look on his face and started kissing him with so much eagerness.
I was quaking like a leaf. I was so ready for him.
He wanted me too.
Landon languishly pushed his erection against me. I stifled a moan. I could hardly contain my body from exploding.
Somewhere, inside the deepest, darkest part of my heart, something awakened. I could feel my blood pressure hitting my brain stem violently. I pulled at his hair, moaning loudly and biting his lips not-so-gently. I pulled from him; breathless, his hands all over me, his erection bulging against his shorts and the fabric of my panties.
"Take me upstairs." I spoke against his mouth.
"Now!"
I didn't have to ask twice; before I knew it, he was lifting me out of the tub and inside the house. Anticipation crept all over me.
This was it.
I was finally going to do it; with none other than the mysterious man that had filled my brain with incoherent thoughts and unmistakable desire, from the moment I’d fallen into his arms.
He put me on the bed and stepped out to the other side. I followed him with my gaze; I was taken by every inch of him, my body alert to his slightest movement.
Landon was breath-stoppingly beautiful. His hair fell around his face in a messy steam. His chest was aglow under the dim lights.
How could I ever be with such a man; he was from outer-space.
He opened to left top drawer and removed a packet of condoms. He gazed at me intently.
“This is going to be exceptional. I need you on the pill as soon as possible.”
I nodded shyly.
“Do you bring girls here often?”
I couldn’t help to wonder. The question just slipped through my broken filter.
“I thought you knew the answer to that question.”
He asserted dryly.
“I do?”
I prompted.
“Yes Clea, you do.”
My eyes fell from his gaze. Jealousy stabbed through me.
What a stupid question.
I scolded myself silently.
Landon walked back to my side of the bed and stood in front of me. His mouth was a hard line.
“This is my safe place Clea, not my fuck-pad.”
I tried to hide my relief, and failed.
His mouth twitched with amusement.
“Now…”
Landon put the pack of condoms and pushed inside the bed.
“Shall we get back to more appealing activities?”
His voice was sinful. I couldn’t hide my smile.
“You’re wet.”
I said motioning to his shorts.
“I’m hoping you are too.”
His tone suggested that we didn’t talk about the same thing. I lost my course of thought watching him. His eyes walked through every inch of my naked body. I stood only in wet pale pink lacy panties.
His hand glided all over me.
“You are stunning Clea.”
He murmured softly.
“You have the most exquisite skin. Your cheeks beautifully pink.”
His hands came up to brush my lips.
“I’ve never been a greedy man Clea; but your lips do things to me. Luscious and soft.”
I flushed. I had no idea how I was still breathing. I could’ve done anything for him.
Losing the last of my patience, I push against him and seal my lips with his. We were both steaming wet; me a little more than him.
Landon pushed me against the soft sheets. He levered himself over me, deepening our kiss. I was hungry for him. My heart leaped inside my mouth.
His palm brushed against my breasts. He caressed me softly. I moaned in his mouth, feeling my insides clench.
He cut our kiss and slid down to my nipples. His tongue twirled leisurely, making me lose any control over my body. I was a trembling, damped mess. He extracted a groan with a hard bite, then another. Landon moved swiftly from one breast to the other; never leaving a hungry one.
Soon, I brought my hand to the back of his head and held it, pushing my nipple into his mouth for another bite, it felt so good. He did it again and again until I shattered in his arms.
Landon fixed me with blazing gray eyes. I blinked rapidly unable to maintain his gaze.
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you Clea Dane.”
His tone deliciously dangerous.
I let out a breath.
He could do whatever he wanted with me.
Slowly, he slipped down, positioning himself on his knees, between my thighs. I was aching for him; I couldn’t press my legs to calm the spasms.
Landon uttered his lips.
“That bad huh?"
I eyed him, uncertain of what he’d meant.
“Soon, you’ll learn that you won’t be able to hide anything from me Miss Dane. I can read your eyes and thoughts; I can assess your body language, your slightest reactions, no matter how small or insignificant they would be to you. You won’t have any secret to adumbrate from me.”
A sparkling gleam attested to his confidence.
I thought it arrogant and stiffened a snort.
His gaze reminded me of all the times he’d guessed whatever I was thinking or worried about. But it couldn’t be very recurring.
I had secrets; and I was resigned to hide them, no matter the cost.
Landon leaned down, and licked his way down from my navel, to the apex of my thighs. In a beat, he tore at my poor panties. I blinked in surprise.
He shrugged under my astonished glance and offered one drop-down-to-hell sinful smile.
“You smell so divine Baby; I'll never get enough of it."
I was getting crazy by the moment; I needed him to do it. I was so ready for him.
He drew slow, leisured circles around my clit.
"Ah." I groaned.
His velvety tongue felt like heaven against my sensitive skin.
“You’re so wet Baby.”
He groaned against me and kept on doing what I loved most, sliding his tongue at my entrance. It didn’t take long for me to explode around him forcefully with pleasure.
The feel was just as powerful as it was in his office. I wanted to close my eyes, but his sight hypnotized me and shook me even more than my orgasm.
Landon stood on his knees and leaned to the night stand. He removed a foil packet and paused. He leaned back on me and claimed my mouth. I could taste myself; it was so unexpected and hot. His lips molded me, possessive and demanding.
He cut the kiss, and hauled me towards him.
He tore it the condom with his teeth.
I couldn’t watch him. I was taken by a sudden surge of anxiousness.
Landon grasped my chin and looked into my eyes.
“I know you’re scared Clea, but I’m doing this.”
He spoke slowly; his voice was both scary and reassuring. I couldn’t understand it.
He acquiesced.
“I’m claiming your virginity. It will be the sealing act to our relationship; because from the moment I’ll tear through it. You will be mine.”
My heart skipped a beat, or maybe ten. I couldn’t speak; and frankly, what could I comment on such a domineering and definite statement. Because it was a statement, not even a suggestion.
I was so confused, trying to assess every word, only scared that I couldn’t really claim him as mine too.
“I’ll be yours too, Clea. Only yours.”
I couldn’t contain the riotous feeling oozing inside every part of me.
He was going to be mine too. He wanted to claim me. I couldn’t focus on anything else. I wanted him badly; I wanted him to adduce his promise.
“I have no doubt that this is going to feel uncomfortable, but since it’s your first
time, I want you to be on top of me.”
I eyed him curiously, suddenly taken by fear. I didn’t want to; I needed him to do it. How would I know what to do?
“Don’t worry baby, it will be fine. It’s just less painful for you to do it that way. You’ll choose the rhythm and I’ll guide you through it. Just until the discomfort passes.”
He explained his voice soft and reassuring.
I heard him, and understood what he’d meant. Yet, I didn’t agree. I knew it was going to be painful, to a limit. But no matter how much, I needed him to do it.
I bit at my lip, scrambling through my brain to assess the situation.
Landon was watching me, scorching gray eyes ripping through my deepest soul.
“I thought you were claiming me; it doesn’t stand the same if I do it.”
Without taking his eyes off mine, he pushed me on my back and slid between my thighs.
“Take off my shorts.”
I scrambled under his weight, trying to reach them.
He was amused by my struggle.
Abruptly, I pull my leg between us and push at the damned shorts.
My eyes grew wide; realizing once again, that he was too big.
I couldn’t reach far enough without gagging the previous night.
Landon rolled the condom on his glorious length.
“Don’t worry Baby, you’ll stretch.”
His voice became all raspy and hot. His smoky, dangerous gaze traveled though me.
He pushed a finger inside me.
I groaned; deliciously surprised.
“Still so fucking wet. You’re so ready for me.”
Landon brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it. A look of pure pleasure drew on his beautiful face.
I flushed.
He positioned himself at my entrance. I practically convulsed with anticipation.
He paused; his eyes searching for mine.
What I’d seen in that precise moment, was something I could never understand. Everything about Landon Davis screamed control, domination and power. I thought him extremely arrogant and cocky; and he was. But in that moment, all I saw was vulnerability; I knew the feeling way too much to let it slide.
I knew what he wanted; he wanted me to claim him. I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind it, but I was sure of it.
Just like I was sure that he was the man I was falling in love with.