Besieged

by L. P. Lovell

  He pulls me along to the front door of a large town house. It's a beautiful building set back from the road with a small semi-circle drive way and big electric gates on each side. Tall period windows adorn the front of the house either side of an enormous front door.

  “I thought you were taking me home?” I ask.

  “Well, my home is closer, and I’m kind of impatient right now.” He smirks.

  He unlocks the door disarms the alarm system. The hallway is painted a dark grey and has a mirror that runs about eight feet along the wall. The stairs are to the left of the spacious hall. He leads me through the hall switching on lights and pushes open a door into a very large bedroom. The tall ceilings and floor to ceiling windows give the room a certain grandeur. The over-sized iron framed bed takes central focus in the room, with its intricately woven metal vines. The furnishings are antique, yet all have been sympathetically modernised. The room is a soft aqua colour with one feature wall of black and silver embellished paper behind the bed. The light reflects off of the silver throwing patterns on the walls.

  "Your house is really quite beautiful." I say. He smiles at me in a way that makes my knees feel weak. He stalks towards me slowly. My chest tightens and I take an involuntary step back. He suddenly catches me around the waist and pulls me to him, startling me. I gasp and meet his piercing gaze, filled with danger and lust. He pushes my coat off over my shoulders so it falls to the floor.

  His eyes wonder over my face, studying me. "You are really quite beautiful Lilly." His voice is a deep husky rasp as it washes over my startled senses, throwing petrol on the flames of desire that already burn through my veins. I close my eyes as I fight to tame my hammering heart and heaving chest.

  He tilts his head and presses his lips to mine. My entire body is drawn toward him as I claw to get closer to him. I moan as he traces my bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, he seizes the opportunity and forces his tongue into my mouth. My mind quickly becomes clouded, unable to form any coherent thought other than ripping his clothes off. His steady assured control only serves to turn me on even more. I grab the hem of his shirt and rip it up and over his head to reveal his glorious body. I run my hands over him, tracing the lines of his tattoo as it winds over his solid pecs and down over his chiselled abs. His expression is mildly amused. He fists a hand roughly into my hair and wrenches my head back. His lips work over my neck and throat kissing and nipping his way down to the seam of my top. He pulls it over my head, before unbuttoning my jeans and slipping them down my legs where I step out of them. He runs his hands down my sides making me tremble, before continuing down until he cups my bum with both hands and then lifts me as though I weigh nothing. I willingly part my legs, wrapping them around his waist, the bare skin of my stomach presses against his chest making me shiver. He kisses my neck and throat with a fevered passion as he walks me to the bed.

  His lips cover mine as my back hits the mattress. I moan against his lips as my fingers cling to his back. He pulls away from me and stands, I watch as he unbuttons his jeans sliding them down to reveal his proud erection. He is the absolute embodiment of masculinity. The muscles of his torso flex as he crawls up the bed toward me. I squirm which makes him smile and his cock twitch.

  He hooks his fingers into the lace of my knickers and pulls them down my legs, skimming my skin with his fingers. His lips quickly find my neck and he makes his way down my throat, my breathing is embarrassingly laboured as I wind my hands into his hair. He trails kisses down my chest to my breasts, pushing the cup of my bra down and exposing one nipple. He sucks and then nips it gently making me buck underneath him. His eyes are wild and unrestrained and his breath comes in rapid gasps.

  He trails a hand down between my breasts and over my stomach, I tremble uncontrollably. He presses his hand between my legs and strokes me gently. I moan, dragging my nails across his back. He slips one finger inside me and I nearly explode, I’m so wound up.

  “You’re so hot when you’re like this.” He murmurs against my throat.

  He fumbles in the bedside table and finds a condom.

  He lowers his body to mine and I eagerly part my legs to accommodate him. His lips brush across my jaw before nipping my earlobe gently. My pulse thunders in my ears.

  I grasp at his hair, bringing my lips to his ear. "Fuck me hard." I whisper. That seems to flick a switch. He thrusts forward into me with a growl. His jaw is rigid, revealing his fine grip on his control. He pulls back and thrusts again, not quite all the way. I grab his arse and on the third thrust he slams into me all the way. I cry out and then bite his neck hard. It takes a moment to calm the overload of sensation as my body stretches to accommodate him.

  He begins to move, slowly rolling into me. I wrap my legs around him, enticing him onward.

  He grasps each of my calves, releasing my locked grip around him and brings them up to rest against his shoulders. He then leans over me slightly and pushes into me. I groan as he sinks deeper inside me. He grinds into me over and over, hitting that one magic spot until I start to tighten and tremble everywhere. I scream as my body shudders and stiffens with the force of the orgasm.

  He releases my legs and kisses me gently. I lay still, breathing heavily.

  After a minute I sit up and remove my bra, before pushing him onto his back on the bed. I lean over the bed and feel around on the floor until I find his discarded trousers...and belt. When I come back up with the belt he frowns at me questioningly. I only smile back at him.

  "It's not what you think." I straddle him and then pull both his hands above his head, he obliges. I wrap the belt around his wrists a couple of times before attaching it to the metal of the head board.

  "You seem to like tying me up?" He smirks.

  "What’s not to like?" I smile seductively before leaning down and tracing his ear with my tongue. "I like control. It turns me on." I whisper against his ear, grazing it with my teeth.

  He groans. “Everything about you turns me on.”

  I sit up and grab his cock, guiding the head to the entrance of my vagina. I lower myself and slowly slide all the way down until he is completely consumed by me. The immediate pleasure of being so totally in control of him creates a heated craze within me. He moans as I take all of him. I watch in a riveted trance as I start to roll my hips, his entire body writhes and flexes underneath me.

  I continue to ride him without inhibition. He pulls against the restraint and I can't help but smile. Barely breaking rhythm I lean down and kiss his neck.

  "Theo, there’s no use in fighting. I will have my way with you." I sit back up and wink at him. His eyes become wild and turbulent, he grits his teeth as compulsion takes him.

  I grind into him again and again. The feeling is exquisite and I find I’m starting to lose control myself. He tenses underneath me, his abs rising and providing friction against my throbbing clit.

  “Oh god.” I moan as everything starts to tighten for the second time. I bite my lip and look down at Theo, he studies me like the hungry animal that he is. I bring one hand up and pinch my nipple. He growls in response and I know he’s close to losing his shit.

  I roll my hips one more time, and he lets out an animalistic roar as he comes thrusting deep into me. I come, screaming loudly as he bucks underneath me. I ride him relentlessly, taking everything from him. He collapses back onto the bed gasping and trembling. I smile at him before leaning down and pressing my lips to his.

  "See." I gasp against his lips. He laughs.

  "Fuck." He pants, shaking his head. I shrug before undoing the belt and releasing his wrists.

  I wake up to Theo trailing kisses down my bare back. I smile. There are worse ways to wake up. I roll over. He's sat on the edge of the bed, freshly showered wearing only a towel. Definitely worse ways to wake up.

  I suddenly panic as I realise it's light outside. "Shit. What time is it?"

  "Don't panic. It's seven thirty. Do you really think I’d let you be late for work?" He flashes a heart stopping
smile.

  "No, you'd just phone my work and tell them I was 'helping' you today." I air quote.

  "You're learning." He grins unashamedly.

  "What...that you just throw money around to get what you want." I raise an eyebrow at him.

  "Never have solicitors been more deserving of their obscene rate." He smiles.

  "Why does that make me feel like a hooker?" I grumble.

  "Because you like to be negative...I pay your boss, not you...and you are definitely not a hooker." He kisses my hair before standing and moving over to the walk in wardrobe. As he walks away I notice the symmetrical angry red lines that mar his back. Nail marks. They must hurt and I kind of feel bad, but a small part of me, the possessive part likes the fact that I’ve marked him. Ah shit, where the fuck did that come from!?

  "I'll give you a lift home, you can get changed and then I’ll take you to work." He shouts from the depths of the wardrobe.

  "Thank you." I reply. I get out of bed and stroll to the en-suite. "So much for the do not sleep over rule."

  He laughs from inside the wardrobe. “That’s a rule?”

  “It was until now.”

  "You are strange. I'll be up...stairs." I turn around and Theo is stood in the doorway just staring at me. He instantly changes from serious businessman to sexual predator in a split second. The look on his face becomes focused, yet totally primal and seductive.

  I step back into the bathroom and he steps forward on the other side of the room. I teasingly press my body against the door frame and look up at him from under my lashes in faux innocence. His gaze darkens dramatically before my eyes. He growls and storms across the room toward me.

  I squeal and slam the bathroom door, only to realise it doesn't have a lock. Shit. Excitement coils in my stomach. I launch for the shower and turn on the water. The door opens and he leans casually against the frame.

  "You have to come out of there at some point...I've got all day." He smiles wickedly.

  "Even you have better things to do than spend all day waiting for me to come out just so you can have sex with me."

  "Perks of the job..." He smiles lazily. "I can do what the fuck I like...and there is nothing I’d enjoy more than watching you get all wet and soapy so that I can then take the time to make you dirty again... and again." He smirks.

  "Well some of us have employers and can't live the life of riley..." I squeeze out some of his body wash and lather it over my body until I see his straining fly at which point I stop. I'd happily have sex with Theo all day, but I need to go to work. I can't work my life around him and his penis.

  "You asked for this, walking around all naked." He starts rubbing his chest, flicking his head from side to side. He looks ridiculous and I burst out laughing.

  "Go!" I throw a bottle of shampoo at him, still laughing hard. He ducks and then walks away with a chuckle.

  The upstairs of Theo's house is completely unexpected. It's one enormous open space. The kitchen is to the right hand side of the room. It's modern yet sympathetic to the period features of the house. To the left of the room is the living area. Two enormous cream corner sofas are pushed together to form three sides of a rectangle. A big glass table sits in front of it. Across from the sofa is an open fire and mounted above it on the wall is a flat screen. At the other end of the room, behind the stairway is an antique dining table and chairs. The dining area is all very traditional with draped curtains and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, totally contrasting with the modern design of the rest of the room. The most impressive feature by far is the wall of glass doors at the back of the room, which open out onto a large terrace with a pool.

  "Wow, this is really nice." I breathe.

  Theo is sat at the breakfast bar with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. "Thanks." He looks over his paper at me. "Coffee?"

  "Sure, thanks. You read the paper?" I smirk as I sit on the stool next to his while he stands and pours me a cup.

  “Uh, yeah. Why is that funny?” He smiles at me over his shoulder, looking fresh faced and gorgeous as ever.

  “It’s just so…normal. I guess I don’t expect such trivial things of you.” I shrug. “Or for you to have time to pay attention to current affairs outside of your bedroom.”

  His lips turn up in an amused smirk. “Hmm, despite what you might think, I do actually run several very successful businesses, so I do keep up with current affairs. You never know who’s going to try and screw you next.” He winks before turning back to the coffee maker.

  I turn over the paper and laugh. “Current affairs such as the latest silicone wannabe?”

  “Hey. The Sun can be very informative.” He smirks.

  It's then that I notice a small picture in the corner of the gossip page at the back of the paper Theo was just reading. It's small and not very clear, but I recognise the two people in the photo. It's Theo and I. "Shit." I murmur.

  "What?" Theo wraps his arms around me as he reads over my shoulder. I skim through the brief paragraph next to the picture, basically stating that Theodore Ellis was spotted leaving a pub with a mystery woman.

  "Ignore that crap. The press are like fucking stalkers. I swear I can't take a shit without them knowing about it." He grumbles.

  "I just... I don't want them to get the wrong idea... about us." Something crosses his expression, but disappears quickly.

  "Look, if you're worried then we'll be more careful in public, okay?" He strokes my cheek before giving me a quick peck on the lips.

  "Okay." I whisper.

  "You ready?" I nod. "Right. Let’s go then." He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

  Chapter 13 – Theo

  I find myself in an unusually good mood on Saturday night as I head into north London. I'm attending a charity function, which Ellis Corporate sponsor. I know Lilly's going. Apparently Molly's mother is a co-founder of the charity. Small world.

  I stop and pick up Cat on the way, being a budding fashion designer I try and bring her to these sorts of things. It's good for networking, any successful business is all about networking.

  I pull up outside The Ivy Hotel and walk to the passenger side to open the door for Cat. I throw the keys to the valet who looks like he may be nursing a semi as he practically drools on my car.

  A royal blue carpet paths the way to the entrance of the hotel. There are brass poles lining the carpet with thick ropes hanging between each one. Guests are making their way inside and the entrance is crowded. Just inside are a large group of photographers. They shout names as they recognise various guests, whilst snapping furiously. The right hand wall is an enormous board with 'Rosemary Trust' printed in huge letters across it, underneath is a list of sponsors including Ellis Corporate Ltd. Cat loops her hand under my elbow as we walk.

  "Mr Ellis! Mr Ellis!" They shout frantically when I step through the entrance. I stand against the wall and smile for a moment, Cat smiles for the cameras beside me, allowing them to get their shot before moving on into the lobby. We're led through the lobby to the main ballroom where the event is being held.

  The room is decorated in black and gold. One side of the room is tables, whilst the other is a dance floor. On the other side of the dance floor are Blackjack, Roulette and Poker tables.

  Lady Thompson is the chairman of the charity and a close friend of my uncle Mike. She approaches us on arrival. She's dressed in a floor length gold satin dress. She's a very elegant woman with a willowy frame, her greying hair is pulled up into a twist on the back of her head.

  "Theo darling. How are you?" She air kisses each of my cheeks.

  "Louella. I'm good thank you. How are you?" I flash her a smile.

  "Fabulous. Oh and little Cat, look at you." She spins Cat around getting a good look at her dress. Cat designed it herself. It's coral pink, strapless with a slit up to her thigh in the skirt, the fabric is light and billowy and clings to her legs as she walks. I'd prefer she was slightly more covered, but oddly she manages to make the whole thing timelessly class
y.

  "Hi Louella. How are you?" Cat beams at her.

  "Oh, I'm very well. Much better for seeing you two. No date today?" She winks and grins at me. I've known her for a few years now. We met at this very event through Mike. I liked her instantly, she's the sort of woman who commands instant respect.

  "My sister." I smile at her and she laughs. "It all looks great as usual." I gesture around the room. There must be about a hundred or so round tables all set with chairs, the table cloths are all black and each table has a centre piece with flowers and fairy lights, making each table glow.

  "Thank you. Dinner will be in half an hour. Mike is already over at the bar. I must get on, but I’ll see you later. You're on my table." She hurries off out the front entrance.

  As promised I find my Uncle Mike at the bar. He's my mother’s brother and has been more like a father to Cat and I over the years. He used to come and spring us from school in the holidays when my mother had just left us there, we'd go to his house and run riot. He's a good man, although probably not the best role model. He told me on my sixteenth birthday that you haven't lived unless you’ve been arrested and caught an STD at least once. He's a living legend, he used to come to all the parties and drink and bag women with the rest of us, up until a few months ago when he moved out of London. The thing is though; Mike's all we've ever had. Our mother is too busy getting married and divorced half a dozen times to even notice she has children and her multiple husbands were never around long enough to bother with us. I have a huge amount of respect for Mike, he stepped up when no-one else did.

  He slaps me on the back when he sees me. "Theo. You're looking flash." He grins.

  "Thanks." I roll my eyes.

  "Cat, I might have to keep a close eye on you." He mock scolds her. She rolls her eyes as well.

  "What are you two drinking?"

  "I'll have a corona. Cat?"

  "Margherita?" She smiles.

  "See, now that's the spirit." He wraps an arm around her shoulders fondly.