by Laura Bailey
The shocking glint in his eyes told her she was provoking him now, and his dominance was sure to follow. An excitement ran through her as the air between them grew electric.
“In this case, I do. Do I need to put a collar around you’re neck? Put you on a leash? Is that what you need?”
He approached her and his hand went to her neck, enclosing around it. Pulling her slowly toward him he lowered his face to hers, level with her eyes as he held her gaze, and the most powerful feelings of possession ran through him, a feudal territorial need for her fuelled by an awakening of what he thought could be love for her.
His hand left her neck and she watched as he undid his tie, pulling it from around his neck and placing it around hers, forming it into a knot.
Holding on to the length of it, he looked down at her.
“Should I keep you like this Tara?”
Pulling her by it he brought her against his body and as she anticipated him taking her there in the office, forcing her into a sexual position that most pleased him, he slowly brought his lips down to hers and kissed her, his eyes fixed on hers as their mouths met, and the intimacy of their close embrace took her breath away as his kiss deepened.
His other hand ran through her hair, his fingers entwining in it and holding her firmly, controlling his lust for her, holding himself in discipline to prevent himself from taking things further. He sought a more fundamental need from her in that moment; a comfort from her soul.
Loosening his hold on her, he broke off. “Did you have lunch?”
“No.”
“I’m taking you to eat.”
He wanted to spend time with her, away from the office.
Undoing the tie from around her neck he placed it back around his own, trying it neatly. Taking her arm, he led her out of the office.
“I’ll give you your shoes back later,” he grinned.
In the elevator, the sexual tension between them grew as they met each others eyes, but he restrained from touching her.
He considered taking her to the Club but changed his mind; though it had been the scene of their erotic sexual encounters from the beginning, it also held reminders of Chambers now. Instead, he walked her to a hotel rooftop restaurant not far from the office.
The view of the City from the terrace roof was incredible. As they stood at the edge, his arm went around her waist.
“Did I tell you I have a house on the Almalfi coast in Italy? I imagined you and I there, in solitude.”
“When?”
“Before you returned to London. Perhaps one day we can go there; if you can manage to keep us out of trouble for long enough that is?”
“Damien; I’m truly sorry for everything that’s happened.”
“I know you are. Besides, none of it’s really your fault. You just have a mischievous streak about you that encourages me to tease you. Trust me. You know I’ve always looked after you.”
She pulled out of his hold. “You sent me away.”
He looked to be considering his response.
“I know I’m not an easy man to be with.”
“I want to be with you.”
He deflected instantly. “Let’s go and eat shall we?”
“Why did you do that?”
“Come. You must be starving, you haven’t eaten all day.”
He was already walking back inside. Frustration tore at her.
Following him in, she sat at their table as he ordered champagne.
“Why won’t you talk to me? Why did you send me away?”
“I don’t do relationships Tara.”
“You just fuck women?”
“I told you before; I spend much of my time alone. It’s the way I choose to be.”
“Good you for.”
He often found her expressions odd; the British sayings she used were hard to translate sometimes, but sarcasm was a universal language.
“I didn’t ask to become involved with you. That was all your doing, if you remember.”
They sat in silence as the waiter poured their champagne. She knew on an empty stomach that it would go straight to her head, but she needed solace of some kind and she drank it quickly, watching him as he refilled her glass attentively.
They ate seafood dishes as he kept the conversation deliberately light in between eating, telling her about a new art exhibition she would probably like. He said he wanted to take her somewhere after they had finished.
After paying, he led her down to the sidewalk and hailed a cab. They rode in it for a while, crossing the river, and she saw the sign for Arlington cemetery come into view.
The cab driver went to pull up outside the visitor centre
“Would you wait for an hour please?”
Damien gave him a generous tip to cover his time and holding the door open for her, he took her hand as she got out.
Keeping hold of her hand, he led her along the paths, a sea of white graves everywhere she looked. He stopped beside a headstone.
“My Father.”
She looked at the name on it, ‘Dominic Lawson,’ eerily similar to Damien’s name as she read it, and a chill ran through her. As she looked at the dates she realised he had died when he was just thirty seven.
“How old were you when it happened?”
“Eleven.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you. He was killed in action, doing what he loved.”
“Like you.”
He looked at her, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes unreadable.
“I’m sure he would be incredibly proud of you.”
He stood looking down at the headstone silently, his hand holding hers tightly.
“There are others I’d like to visit whilst we’re here. Would you mind?”
“No, of course not.”
He led her on a long walk through the mass of graves until he stopped beside another one.
“A very good friend of mine,” he said, as she looked at the headstone and calculated that this man had been killed when he was just thirty one.
Damien was quiet and she wondered whether he was a religious man; if prayer offered him comfort. She realised there was so much she didn’t know about him.
He led her away again. “Are you ok walking further?”
“Yes, absolutely, thank you.”
He had the most immaculate manners, and could be such a gentleman at times, that she felt proud to be walking with him.
He took her further along again before coming to a stop beside one more headstone.
“There’s many I could visit here, but I don’t want to tire you.”
“I’m fine Damien, really.”
On the long walk back to the Cab he kept hold of her hand, stopping at one point and taking her face into his hands.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His touch was so soft on her face, the look in his eyes devastatingly sad as he held her. His kiss was delicate, gentle against her lips and it stirred her more than any of their previous encounters. Her hands held onto his chest and he placed a hand over each of hers.
They walked back to the Cab and by now it was early evening. She heard Damien give the driver her hotel address.
The traffic was heavier at this time of day and he pointed out some of the sights of Washington as they made slower progress, some of which she knew and others that were new to her.
Pulling up outside the hotel, Damien paid the driver and climbed out, taking her arm as she stood.
“Are you hungry?”
“Only a little. Are you?”
“Same. I’ll get us something later then.”
Inside, they entered the elevator. He looked at the reflection of her across from him in the mirror, seeing them together standing so close, seeing how delicate she looked compared to him.
He reached for her key card, taking it from her hand, ever the dominant one and yet this time it felt endearing to her, gentlemanly.
Opening up the door for her, he close
d it behind them and reaching for her hand. He led her toward the bed.
Pressing her up against the wall with his body, he kissed her on the side of her neck, his lips warm and soft, enchanting her with his gentleness, holding onto her in an embrace as his arms enveloped her.
He eased her jacket off, and slowly began to unbutton her dress, undressing her with care as though she was a precious possession, trailing kisses over her body as her clothes came off, his hands cupping her breasts as he kissed her stomach.
Going lower he got to his knees, easing her legs apart as he brought his face between them, kissing her there slowly with a sensuality that was heightened by the softness and care he took with her, opening her up with his tongue, delving inside of her with long strokes, before finding her clitoris and rolling his tongue on it. He lapped at her smoothly, in no rush, looking only to pleasure her, building slowly to draw her arousal out, inhaling her scent, tasting her sweetness.
He could have stayed there like that all night, but he wanted her to be comfortable and he stood, lifting her up and carrying her onto the bed. Laying her down, he ran his hands over her thighs, opening her legs wider, nestling his head between them again, seeking only to devote himself to her sensual pleasure, to give her everything he could.
Reaching underneath her, his hands going round her buttocks, he raised her higher to press his face deeper into her, burying himself between her legs, seeking the benediction of her body.
He was taking her slowly to orgasm, and as she came she pulled his head against her harder between her legs, thrusting her pussy against him, unable to hold back.
Even after she had come he didn’t stop, his head stayed buried between her legs, his kisses and his tongue devouring her more, unwilling to leave her, driving her on to climax again against his mouth as her juices trickled between his lips, the taste of her divine, the warmth of her most intimate place embracing him so completely, and his hands held onto her thighs, keeping her there.
Needing desperately to be inside her, his restraint was killing him and bringing his head up, he stood quickly and undressed as she watched, his movements fluid as he climbed on top of her on the bed, his chest hard against hers as he raised her legs and held them, sliding his cock into her through her wetness, the size of it as it filled her making her moan as he began to push it deeper inside of her, bringing it slowly almost out of her again and pushing it back in, taking his time, arousing her beyond reason as he held her eyes in his, her mouth parted in desire for him as he increased his pace, watching the expression in her eyes as he began to thrust harder inside of her, feeling her fingers as they latched onto his back, pulling him down to her, urging him to take her harder, faster, his cock pounding into her, watching her as she reached orgasm, seeing what he was doing to her, the darkening of her eyes as she cried out for him, taking him with her as he exploded inside of her.
Laying his weight down on top of her as they recovered, her heart pumped against him.
“Are you thirsty?” he asked her.
“Yes.”
He leant over to the phone by the bed and ordered room service, and they lay together until it came.
Quickly throwing a robe on when there was a knock on the door, Tara went to let them in.
Bringing two glasses over, she handed one to Damien and after drinking some of her she placed it on the bedside table. She lowered the sheet down his body, revealing his chest and waist, lowering it further until his cock was exposed to her and getting to her knees, she leaned over and opened her mouth. She took his cock inside and began sucking it, already feeling it hard as it filled her mouth, and she took it deeply all the way in, savouring the masculinity of his body, the constant state of arousal he had, the ability he had to make her behave like this with him.
Releasing his cock she lowered her head, licking his balls, taking them into his mouth and she heard the deep low moans he gave as she sucked on them, her hand going to his cock and stroking it slowly, feeling the wetness at its head, rolling her fingers in it and stroking him faster.
“Tara, I’m going to come all over your face if you don’t stop.”
“I want you to,” she told him, bringing her mouth back to his cock and sucking it again.
“You’re such a bad influence woman.”
She felt his hands pulling her up from the floor, bringing her onto the bed.
“Fuck me,” he told her.
She climbed on top of him, eased down onto his cock and began to ride him, his hand going to her clitoris and slapping it teasingly as she fucked him, driving her wild as she squeezed his cock with the muscles inside of her.
He held her hips down and thrust up into her, watching her pussy as he pumped his cock in and out of it. She was coming hard on his cock in seconds as he shot his come inside of her, so quickly from the feel of her cunt wrapped around him, sucking him inside of her, enveloping him in her warmth.
Pulling her down onto his chest, he held onto her, still deep inside of her, laying there for a long time.
“Stand up for me Tara.” He grabbed hold of her hips as she did so and turned her to face away from him. He bent her over, her buttocks level with his face, his hand going between her legs to open them wider, her pussy exposed to him, her lips hanging open for him so temptingly that he slapped them teasingly, gently, knowing what it would do to her, finding her clitoris and spanking it as he pulled her closer.
Bringing his tongue to her pussy, he stuck it inside of her, pulling her back against him, making her ride his face, her buttocks so round and fleshy, his hand spanking them as she writhed against his mouth.
He felt her orgasm against his tongue, deep inside of her.
Pulling free, he told her to lay down.
“On your back. Facing me.”
He stood by the bed. Pulling her toward him, he pushed her legs open even wider, her pussy on the edge of the bed and her legs hanging down over the side of it. Taking his cock in his hand, he brought it down onto her clitoris, slapping the head of it against her, her hips bucking upward each time to meet his slaps, seeking them, needing the rawness of his cock beating against her clitoris.
He watched as her pussy got wetter, her juices dribbling out from between her pussy lips, glistening temptingly in front of him, the taste of her still on his lips.
She was wild and beautiful; he would never tire of her natural response to him.
Grabbing hold of her legs, he raised them flat against his chest, pulling her pussy onto his cock, impaling her onto it, her labia plump and swollen with arousal. He drove into her tight wet cunt, through the slickness inside of her as his cock went as deep as it could. He watched her as she threw her head from side to side, ecstasy filling her, watched her as she came on his cock, the longing in her eyes for him spellbinding.
He’d never had anything like this before. They drove each other on. Each unable to stop.
Rising, he lifted her from the bed, and held her in his arms as he carried her into the shower, turning on the water and placing her under it. In the warmth of the water they kissed slowly, his hands going around the back of her head, cradling her.
He took her to climax again as she stood there, his fingers stroking her clitoris with erotic slowness, expertly touching her as though they had been together for an eternity, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply with his fingers, and as he rolled his fingers faster against her clitoris, she moaned her orgasm loud against his lips.
She reached for his cock, feeling the weight of it in her hand, the solidity of it, seeking it again inside of her.
Pushing her against the shower wall, he eased her legs apart as his cock pressed hard against her soft mound. Bringing his hands underneath her buttocks he raised her higher, her legs going automatically around his waist as he impaled his cock in her, pushing her upward with each thrust as he took a nipple into his mouth, grinding his hips against her as his cock penetrated her as deeply as it could, searing into her with a heat as it slid through the
juices inside of her, taking her again to orgasm as he pounded again and again into her, relentlessly fucking her, his moans loud and harsh as he felt himself come hard inside of her.
After they had dried off they went straight to the bed. He pulled her onto him and lay her across his chest as he stroked her hair and looked down at her in his arms.
They made love all night, each time thinking it would be the last until their desires for each other forced them to repeat their actions, getting ever more frenzied in their urgency, unable to stop.
Finally, late into the night, as she lay in his arms in the darkness drifting off, he needed her again, and gently rolling her to her side he ran his hands down her back and over her buttocks, feeling between her legs and opening her up to push his cock inside her from behind, her back to him as his lips kissed her neck and he plunged inside her softness.
With long strokes he took her again, slowly and controlled at first, but as his fingers began rubbing her clitoris fast as he fucked her, she writhed against him, encouraging him to pound into her, telling him to fuck her, saying it over and over as he drove harder inside of her, coming explosively into her again.
Finally they fell asleep, his cock still inside of her, his arms locked around her breasts.
Waking just before dawn, they made love again as he rolled her on top of him, holding onto her hips as she rode him, stroking her clitoris as he watched her breasts sway to her rhythm, feeling as she came on his cock before he pulled her down, rose on top of her and fucked her with an urgency. Spreading her legs wide, he thrust hard inside her, feeling her wetness from her orgasm, plunging his cock through it, pushing her down underneath him, pumping in and out of her cunt with a frenzy that came from the very depths of him, his need for her body overwhelming as he took her once more.
Later when they woke again, she knew it was daytime from the light through the curtains. Thirsty, she slowly tried to extricate herself from Damien’s arms, waking him in the process as he pulled her back down and kissed her.
“Would you like a coffee or tea?” she asked him.
“Mmm. Coffee please sweetheart.”
She rose and grabbed her robe from the chair by the bed to wrap around her.