by L. J. Dee
“You don’t need to look at me like that. We’re just friends and he can go home with whoever he likes. Besides he’s a tit guy and I don’t have your double D’s” she smiled, but it wasn’t genuine. Whether she admitted it or not, I could tell there was a small part of my sister that didn’t really buy that.
“I got myself a date too,” she announced triumphantly as my eyebrows shot up.
“With who?” I asked, thinking this might be the reason she seemed less concerned about Charlie than I thought she might.
“Gary Knightley, he’s a footballer,” she grinned as I shook my head.
“You know what they’re like, Chas. Can’t you just find someone who isn’t mind-blowingly rich, seriously alpha, a target for every gold-digging bimbo this side of Watford and as arrogant as arse?” I asked as she stood, stumbling slightly and gazing down at me.
“What? Someone like Lucas Hunter,” she sneered sarcastically, weaving her way across the lounge and mumbling something about a glass of water. It was a fair point.
I left her to it. She’d be comatose in less than five minutes and I had work in the morning. Maybe I’d sleep now and finally shut down the torturous images of Lucas and Marianne that had blighted my night.
Jealousy was something I was going to have to work on – together with attitude and patience, not to mention running my own business and turning a profit when I had no experience and hardly any clients.
I finally fell asleep, dreaming that I was climbing a mountain in stilettos. I had Dex on my back and one very beautiful and complex individual holding my harness and controlling my fate. I could reach the blissful precipice that shone though the glorious sunlight, or plummet onto the cold hard rocks that signalled certain death. It seemed pretty apt.
CHAPTER 21
I had an appointment with Zac at lunchtime. I needed the measurements of the room where the main party would be for my most audacious idea yet, and was halfway up a step ladder when I heard footsteps approaching and a very familiar soft, low chuckle.
“What on earth are you doing, Miss Evangelista?” Lucas asked, the humour evident in his voice as I turned and smiled, clinging to the ladder as I wobbled slightly. I’d never been a fan of heights.
“She’s measuring up for the cages,” Zac said as I started my shaky descent, keen to get back on terra firma.
“Cages?” Lucas frowned gently. I hadn’t told him about this bit.
“Yes, I thought it might be fun to have the dancers in cages suspended overhead. Structurally it’s a bit of a headache,” I smiled as he laughed gently.
“She was re-thinking it, but you know how I am, Lucas. I fucking love half naked girls frolicking in cages,” Zac grinned as Lucas laughed.
“There will be some guys too,” I smiled as Zac pulled a face and I couldn’t help but laugh. I had never met anyone more suited to running a sex club, jumping slightly as he snapped his fingers and Lily came running. At least she was trying to run; those heels must have been seven inches high.
“In the cage,” he growled.
“Yes, master,” she smiled sweetly, scurrying away as he watched her go, licking his lips and I knew I wouldn’t have his attention for very much longer.
“How long do you want the entertainment scheduled for?” I asked, feeling Lucas’s strong hand as it weaved its way around my waist. I wondered momentarily if I’d ever get to do a normal business pitch that wasn’t thick with sexual tension.
“A couple of hours. I’ll be in the office later if you need me,” he smiled, turning his back and disappearing through the same door as Lily. Lucas bent to kiss me, pulling me tight against his chest and sending a wonderful shiver right through me as I smiled up at him.
He was definitely in a better mood.
“I saw you were here and decided to join you. I can’t make our usual afternoon,” he said, brushing soft lips tenderly against mine. These were the kind of surprises I could live with. “Are you done here?”
“Yes. I hadn’t thought the cage thing through as thoroughly as I should have. I wanted them suspended from the ceiling, but the health and safety demands certain weight bearing capacity and Zac would have to structurally reinforce the entire ceiling. That doesn’t come cheap in a stately home; it was a basic error and I should have realised,” I said, certain that my partner would be less than impressed. My oversight came from too much enthusiasm and lack of experience. It was a lesson learnt.
“So what now?” he asked as I smiled up at him.
“I’ve sourced some indoor scaffolding that will suspend the cages from a fixed bar that will run between them. I needed the height and the width of the room to see how much space it’ll take up. I went to see them this morning and I’m confident we can disguise the structure. The room will be dark and gothic with very low lighting, so they’ll be obscured from view. The last thing I want everyone to see when they walk in is a ton of metal,” I smiled as he raised his eyebrows.
“It sounds like you’ve found your solution,” he smiled proudly as I nodded.
“Yeah, I wasn’t looking forward to telling Zac he couldn’t have the cages,” I laughed as he joined me.
“Well done, Jess,” he said as my heart soared with the praise. I’d fucked it up in the first place, but I’d found a way around it and it hadn’t been insurmountable. Maybe I should be a little less hard on myself.
“What are we waiting for then?” he said, brushing my lips again and leading me to our familiar room.
I wondered for a second whether to bring up last night, but I didn’t want to sour his mood, deciding against it as he took my hand and led me gently to the wall. He was taking his time, silently undressing me before devouring my lips eagerly as a shiver of excitement ran through my flesh.
He took his time kissing every inch of me, firm hands running over soft skin and igniting it beneath his touch. If he was trying to show me this relationship was worth investing in, then my God he was doing it. I was moaning softly, electrical surges running to my pussy as he nuzzled my neck, stroking and pinching my nipples as they swelled beneath his fingers. “Beautiful,” he said over and over again as I drifted into a relaxed state of euphoria, desperate for the feel of him and yearning for more.
He pulled back, turning me around to face the cuffs, securing them to my wrists and swiping my hair gently across my shoulder, tracing the area with a string of soft nibbling kisses as I moaned gently. “Brave girl,” he whispered. That was one word for it - ‘crazy’ was the other. I looked up at the fur lined restraints and tried to steady my breathing.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he said, running his hands the full length of my thighs, over my calves and down to my ankles, stroking them softly. A low groan escaped his lips as he secured the soft fastenings. I was trapped. Whatever happened now was up to my Dominant. He traced his hands tantalisingly slowly up the insides of my thighs as they came to rest on my black lace thong. It was the only item of clothing that remained.
“You look incredible in lace, but you look even better out of it,” he said seductively and I gasped as he ripped them off in an aggressive gesture that I felt right between my thighs. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, running his fingers the length of my pussy as I drowned in sensation, feeling his hot deep breath on the back of my neck, shuddering in anticipation of what was to come.
I moaned at the feeling of abandonment as he moved away, listening to his movements and trying to establish what game we would be playing today. I wasn’t blindfolded, but facing the wall and it was almost as effective. I tensed as I felt the soft falls glide across my back. There were many strands, and I knew that today my beautiful Dom was about to acquaint me with the flogger as I swallowed hard.
I’d watched him demonstrate this in the dungeon and wished since that day to be the one he was unleashing his power on, wondering how I’d feel. I was trembling nervously, blood racing through my pumping heart, excited, aroused and aching for his touch.
I was aware of every sound
in the quiet room. I heard his bare feet on the hard floor as he took a small step back, and the deep breath he inhaled before he surprised me, bringing his bare palm down against the exposed cool flesh of my backside as I gasped in shock. He spanked me once more before running his fingers over my swollen lips, dipping them inside me.
“I want you to relax. Listen only to me and your beautiful body,” he said, kissing my ear before stepping away. Soft, low melodic music struck up in the background as I listened to the sound, following the beats as I relaxed against my restraints.
I heard a sharp intake of air, before the swish of the flogger and I braced for contact, crying out as it connected. Instant heat seeped out from every cell that had felt its contact, but the reality was different from the fantasy.
It landed with a softness I hadn’t anticipated as I realised that these weren’t the falls of leather, they were fur; thuddy against my skin and warming the flesh in their wake as I moaned out loud. I didn’t know where the next one would land, arching my back as far as the restraints would allow, waiting for him to stoke the fire he’d lit deep inside my centre.
The blows were unusual and less painful than I’d imagined. It was like being spanked by lots of tiny soft hands, feeling the wetness pooling between my thighs as the snap of the flogger merged with the beats of the music.
I’d been counting, but lost track as pleasure, pain and heat engulfed my senses and my mind fell into a trance that was almost hypnotic.
I shivered as I felt his fingers travel across my body, tracing the ecstatic warmth. He touched me over and over, soft fingers charging my skin with an electrical current as he traced what I assumed to be the marks of the flogger before he started on my legs.
He was soft and then firm, landing glorious kisses on the backs of my knees as I shuddered in delight. The further he rose, the more my centre responded in a need that was almost painful and I could feel my juices seeping onto my thighs.
He ran gentle fingers close to my pounding core as I moaned in need, just missing my pussy as I tried to move against the restraints and dictate their wonderful path. He was denying me and holding back from touching my most desperate parts, increasing the sensitivity in every other part of my body as his palms ran across my thighs, moving around my body until they hit my stomach and moved slowly towards my breasts.
I arched further to allow him access as he held the mounds of tender flesh in his hands, squeezing my nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger sending a blistering pulse of pure sex to my clit.
It was pounding in response and Lucas kneaded, grazed and nipped. I was moaning in unstoppable pleasure, feeling as though I might come from this touch alone. It was as though he were controlling a wonderful current with his touch, running between the two areas of my body as he removed one hand, softly feeling the insides of my thighs, his fingers working through my dampness.
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so wet. I love how your sweet body lets me know that it needs me so badly.”
“I do need you, Sir. I need you to be inside me. Only your touch will do,” I whispered through sharp raspy breaths as he groaned out loud, bending eventually to release my legs and then my arms. I fell limply against him, bliss running through every vein as he scooped me up gently. I gazed into his blazing eyes, floating in the feel of strong muscular arms as he carried me across to the bed.
He lay me down slowly before flipping me over and running those incredible fingers across my fur battered flesh. “You look incredible, pet,” he said, lifting my hips and stroking the skin with firm hands. I heard the sound of his zip, rustling fabric and the tear of foil before he climbed on the bed, pulling my head back sharply with my hair, dragging me from my ecstatic haze.
I moaned loudly as he slid the tip of his cock across my swollen folds, dripping with moisture and desperate for his fullness as he held my hips with a strong firm grip. I exhaled loudly, gasping eagerly for breath as he entered me aggressively, punishing thrusts that fuelled my lust. He was unyielding, relentless and powerful and all I wanted was more, engulfed in a euphoric delirium that had me hovering on the precipice of my orgasm in seconds.
“Oh, Sir, that feels so good,” I gasped, gripped from the inside out by excruciating and indescribable pleasure, falling wantonly into the crushing bliss that consumed me whole.
“Fuck, Jess,” he cried through clenched teeth, his firm thrusts driving through my orgasm faster and harder as he brought me to the brink again, gripping my breasts and sending another hot burst of need straight to my pussy. We drowned in one another, unravelling in a frenzied burst of carnal lust, until he slowed down suddenly.
He was responding to the needs of my body, his huge hard cock rubbing against that special spot inside me as a deeper need awakened. “Precious girl,” he groaned, quickening his pace as my pussy responded, thrusting harder and deeper until I screamed in sheer abandonment, unravelling from deep in my core as Lucas stilled behind me.
I collapsed on the bed, consumed with a euphoric glow and absolutely exhausted. Every nerve in my body was throbbing, punished with pleasure and my limbs were spent. I was breathing rapidly as he lay beside me, rolling me sideways and pulling me hard against his chest.
His breathing was as erratic as my own as I settled against the dampness of that sculpted chest and lifted my half closed eyes to him. “That was magnificent,” he smiled, but I couldn’t answer. My silence said it all and he chuckled softly.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, but when I woke he was still beside me, stroking my hair gently and gazing, trance-like into the distance. I traced my hands across the taut six pack of his abdomen, breaking his concentration as he smiled down at me, looking utterly beautiful and my heart flipped in my chest.
“Hey,” he said quietly, bending to kiss me as my eyes pricked with emotion. Here in this club he totally overwhelmed me, and a solitary tear escaped from the corner of my eye. He was frowning gently as I smiled up at him. “What is it?” he asked as I shook my head.
“It’s just all so intense,” I whispered as he nodded, and that was the truth. The sex sent me stratospheric and bewildered my senses. He turned me inside out and I didn’t know which way was up. Every day brought a new experience and a new dilemma, and it wasn’t as easy to deal with as it looked on paper.
“I have to go to Geneva for a few days,” he said eventually, pulling me from my strange, fuzzy state as I tried to swallow back my disappointment. I should be grateful that I saw him as often as I did, but three days felt like an age and I knew already how much I’d miss him.
“Are you taking your P.A?” I asked, trying to avoid any intimate conversations which might completely tip me over the edge. He shook his head.
“It’s a business trip and I’ll be there with Roberta,” he replied, closely assessing my reaction that was impossible to disguise.
“You have no cause for concern, Jessica,” he said, pulling me closer and stroking my hair as I blew out a huge sigh. It wasn’t true. I had five feet nine inches of concern; feminine perfection that I could never match, with an Oxford education and a ring indent still evident on her finger that he had put there.
“What are you thinking?” he asked as I stared up at him, vulnerable and frightened and trying to hold my nerve.
“I’m thinking what the hell am I doing here?” I said, still stroking his abdomen as his frown deepened, darkness washing across his handsome features as I told myself to just enjoy it while it lasted.
“I should think that’s fairly obvious,” he laughed gently. It was. I was his sub. I was there for sex. Lucas’s unique and heavenly brand of fornication and domination that was fucking my head as much as the naked body that was pressing close against him.
I didn’t want to share my thoughts or burst this bubble. I had a lot to lose and the last thing I needed was to be swept away on a tide of tears as he waltzed off into the sunset with the glorious Roberta.
“Jess,” he said seriously, still waiting for answers as
I sat up, looking him straight in the eye. “Look at this from where I’m sitting,” I said as he hit me with a sexy smirk that hit me right between the thighs.
“I’d rather look at you from where I’m sitting.”
I glared at him shaking my head. He’d told me we were exclusive, but she was my weak spot, my Achilles heel and it wasn’t funny. My stomach was in knots already, just at the thought of that trip and I needed to spell it out.
“Roberta’s more you, Lucas. You are beautiful, successful and incredibly intelligent. You’re cultured, well versed in sex, a millionaire if not a billionaire, and the most magnetic man I have ever met,” I said as a small smile crept across his mouth. “Take the compliment and add it to your extensive collection, because it’s all true and that’s the problem. I’m none of those things and I don’t have the freedom that you do. You’re going away with the woman you were planning to marry. How do you expect me to feel?”
His smile faded and he stared at me for a second before shaking his head. “Finished?” he asked coolly as I nodded. “Good. Firstly, I have never met anyone more me, as you put it, than you. There is nothing I can do about her presence in my business dealings, but let me make myself clear because I do not want to have to say this again,” he said firmly.
In a flash I was pinned underneath him as I blinked rapidly, wondering how the hell he’d just managed that. I gazed up at him, swallowing hard at the stern look on his face as he slid his knee between my legs, forcing them apart and opening me to his hips as he rocked them gently against me, splitting my concentration.
Soft butterfly kisses landed against my neck, distracting me entirely. “I have the urge to take you to the brink before telling you this so I’m certain you’ll remember it, but I don’t trust myself to stop, so listen hard,” he said as I felt his solid cock rubbing against my swollen pussy, teasing my entrance as I held his gaze.
“You have nothing to worry about as far as my ex goes. She is not the one for me despite what you seem to think. I can assure you that if she were laid where you are now, with my cock as hard as steel and twitching for the feel of hot, wet flesh, I would walk away. Physically, sexually and emotionally, you are more ‘me’ than she will ever be, and I will do whatever it takes to convince you of that.”