by Kim Black
“Julien… of course… well I’m Emily Roberts,” I said while starring at his lips. It was at that moment I knew that I was in for trouble…
JULIEN
I really hadn’t expected to pick up a woman when I walked into the bar earlier tonight. I was supposed to meet my brother at the bar at eight but at the last minute he cancelled, claiming he had an emergency but I knew my brother all too well. His emergencies often included stewardess, models and even strippers on occasion.
Since I was there already I decided to stay and enjoy a few drinks. I was on my second glass of scotch before I saw her, a beautiful woman with shining auburn hair, in a soft pink dress that was both alluring and sexy but understated at the same time, and did nothing to hide her luscious curves. Every enticing move and sway of her hips felt like it was just for me, my own private dance. I couldn’t contain my groan as I watched her move, trying and failing; to keep both of my heads in check. The one further south was growing increasingly impatient.
I struggled with the decision to go up to her but I felt utterly incapable of holding myself at bay. Instead, I found myself watching her from behind as she simply swayed to the music, all I could think about was how much I wanted to slowly peel her out of that dress and make love to her body the way she seemed to make love to the music.
When she turned to face me I found myself staring into her beautiful warm, brown eyes. I felt a deep, dormant desire pulling at me from within a place that I hadn’t known existed until that moment. When she turned down my dance offer, I was definitely surprised, but it made her more alluring to me. Even as she walked away, I knew I had to have that dance with her before the night ended.
I didn’t know how I was going to approach her again but when I saw that she and her friends were leaving, I knew that it had to be now. Thankfully her friend rushed to assist me in convincing her to allow me to take her home. Though I must admit, it was definitely amusing to me that her friend was needed to help me pursue her. Certainly a first for me! I had never been faced with rejection from a woman before, and while it should have bothered me, I found myself wanting her all the more, maybe even because of it.
We walked side by side in silence. The light, warm breeze provided me with a deliciously enticing smell of her sweet, floral perfume, which did nothing to cool my ever growing lust for this woman. She smelt like a warm, summer’s day in a meadow. Oh belle, what are you doing to me?
Just as we reached my car, I felt her stiffen, “Is something the matter?” I asked as I opened the passenger door for her.
“This… this is your car?” she said in a tone that was more of an accusation than a question.
“Yes, is that a problem?” I didn’t mean to chuckle but she was so charming that I just couldn’t help myself.
“You drive a Porsche?” she asked sounding less then pleased.
Leaning against the car, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared down at her.
“Well?” she said, impatiently, awaiting a response from me, only I wasn’t sure which answers she would find acceptable. Why are you so difficult woman?
“Yes, I drive a Porsche, yes, this is my car and yes, I would like to drive you home in it.”
“You’re not an actor that much I know because I would have recognized you. Not a singer either, as your accent is too thick… Just who are you Mr. Julien Belmont and what do you do?” she asked, mimicking my stance by folding her arms across her chest and staring straight in to my eyes.
So sexy!
“Well, I’m not sure that it matters but I am a business man. I’m sure you’ve heard of Belmont International,” I responded, knowing just what would happen next.
She froze.
3, 2, 1… Bingo!
Her mouth dropped open as her hands flew through the air, moving forward and backwards. “Holy crap! You’re that Julien Belmont… Vice President of the biggest chain of hotels in like…the world. Are you freaking serious?”
I enjoyed watching her connect the dots, though it stung a little that she didn’t recognize me before. She was feisty but I enjoyed every bit of her spirited nature. She wasn’t one to be conquered easily, that much I could guess. No, she required much more handling and though I wasn’t one to chase after women, something about her told me she was special and worth the effort.
“Well is that a problem Mon amour?” I asked, closing the distance between us.
“Would you stop calling me that already? I’m not mon whatever… I don’t even know you! Why are you even here? I mean, geez… you’re freaking Julien Belmont for goodness sakes! And me, I’m just a line cook! We’re really are worlds apart,” she said with a frown while pulling away from me.
“Should it matter who we are or what we do? Non, all that matters is that I find myself inexplicably attracted to you, and you are attracted to me, oui?” I lift my hand to gently cradle the side of her beautiful face, loving her smooth, warm skin against my hand. I noticed her deflated look and without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. At the touch of our lips, I felt lost in a feeling that was utterly foreign to me. I couldn’t even begin to describe it.
What is this hold you have on me cheri?
Consumed by my lust for her, I gently ran my tongue across her full, bottom lip. She did not deny me. With a breathless moan she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to sweep in to her warm, sweet mouth. Her tongue tentatively met mine. Sliding my hands down her lower back, I moved to grip her hips and pushed my already straining erection against her, causing us both to moan. Slowly, I moved away from her mouth, kissing across her jaw before trailing my lips and tongue down her neck. Her intoxicating scent triggered a hunger deep inside of me, like no other woman had done before her.
“Come home with me cheri” I whispered in her ear, before nipping at her lobe then soothing the sting away with my tongue. Before she could give me a million reasons as to why we shouldn’t, I led her to the passenger side of my car and helped her in to the seat. Climbing in beside her, I quickly set off for my home, eager to have her beneath me.
Chapter Two
“I'd like to run away from you, but if you didn't come and find me ... I would die.”
~ Shirley Bassey ~
EMILY
What in the world am I doing? Here I was in a car with a perfect stranger heading to God knows where and all I could think about is that damn kiss we shared. How could one kiss make me feel so alive, so beautiful, so… wanted?
When he crushed his mouth to mine, his clearly experienced tongue dominated my mouth completely. He consumed me. That kiss was so determined and passionate that all my reservations just melted away. When he broke away and whispered sensually into my ear, letting his warm breath dance on my lobe, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and was unable to do anything but let him lead me to his car. My body craved him in a way that it had never craved another. I was in trouble, he was trouble, but I didn’t know if I had it in me to break away. Not just yet anyway.
The car ride to his house was only ten minutes but it felt longer. He didn’t say a word, for which I was thankful, since it gave me a chance to clear my head. Was I really ready for this, for him? He was beyond a doubt intense but how could I trust him? How would I know that I wasn’t just a play thing to him? And if, indeed, I was just another play thing, another notch, a fling just for one night…would I be ok when it ended? Could I look myself in the mirror and be ok with that?
I didn’t have time to really consider the answers to all of the questions swirling in my head because he stopped in front of a decorative iron gated entryway which had cast iron columns on each side. He pushed a button on his steering wheel and the gate swung open, revealing a rounded driveway and a gorgeous fountain surrounded by colorful flowers. My heart instantly began to pound against my chest.
Pulling up outside, I got my first look at his home. It was breathtakingly beautiful and screamed luxury. It was a contemporary, three-story building with exceptionally well-tended, lush landscaped gardens a
nd huge double oak front doors.
After parking directly in front of the house and exiting the vehicle, Julien opened my door and held out his hand for me. Hesitantly I took it. The tantalizing fragrances of roses and lilies assailed my senses, helping to somewhat calm my nerves. Holding my hand, he led me inside. It was just as stunning as the outside, with gorgeous dark, hardwood floors, a stunning crystal chandelier acting as the centerpiece of a grand double bridal staircase, and contemporary but comfortable looking furniture. Clearly expensive, but tasteful art hung on the walls and while everything was neat and tidy, it appeared ‘lived in’. It really was beautiful and was well-lit with soft lighting that made the space seem cozy and inviting.
I expected him to show me around a little but after closing the massive double doors behind us, in an instant; I was spun around to face him, his lips immediately seeking mine, his tongue demanding entry in to my mouth. Upon contact he groaned as he devoured me. I could feel his hunger, the desperation in his kiss as he pinned me against the wall. The hot, wet, soothing caress of his mouth pressed firmly against my own. My legs felt as if they would surely buckle beneath me, if not for his hips pressed firmly into mine. While I matched his passion, his heat, he was overpowering me, taking control of all of me.
Oh my God… He really wants me and God help me… I want him too!
“Do you know what you do to me cheri?” he asked, breaking our kiss while running his hands all over my body, further inflaming me. He cupped my breast, stroking his thumbs deliciously over my erect nipples, kissing down my neck and along my shoulder, nipping me with his teeth. My mound was wet, dripping with excitement. My skin came alive at his touch. Without warning he gave a sharp yank to my dress, the thin straps snapping in an instant. I was so lost to him to I barely noticed as the dress slipped from my body to pool around my feet, quickly followed by my lace bra. He lowered his head and kissed, licked and sucked on my heavy breasts, making sure to circle my nipples with his magical tongue. Biting my lip, I threw my head back and moaned with each delicious flicker, savoring the heady pressure pounding through my body.
“Tell me that you want me, Mon amour.”
He pushed away causing me to whimper in disappointment. I stared up into his intense eyes which seemed to bare his soul to me. They were filled with intense passion, lust and desperation. Where was the hint of over-confidence I saw at the club? I wondered. Maybe I had been too quick to judge, too quick to assume the worst of him because standing before me was a man whose eyes told me all that I needed to know. He needed me just as badly as I needed him.
“Yes, I want you…” I murmured, as my body trembled, giving away just how excited and nervous I was as I stood before him in only my high heels and a skimpy thong. Staring into his eyes, thoughts and feelings continued to bombard me. He sparked such intense lust and passion in me, like nothing I had ever experienced before, my mind was conjuring up all manner of dirty and sexy things that I wanted him to do to me…no, things I needed him to do to me.
He let out a guttural growl as he lifted me in one swift move into his arms; and the smell of his musky cologne teased my nose. His strong hands gripped me tightly as if he was afraid I would escape his grasp. He ascended the double bridal staircase, eyes still determined.
Entering his bedroom, he took me straight to his huge four poster bed, placing me gently in the middle, my back resting on the cool, soft and plush bedding. Straightening, he stood over me, feasting his eyes on my body; His searing gaze, heating my skin just as if he had caressed me with his hands. That one look caused a shiver to race up my spine.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.
“Yes…” I responded immediately, my eyes skimmed down his body, coming to rest on the growing bulge in his pants. The site of his large erection sparked a new flood of moisture from my core. Why are we still talking? “Do want whatever you want with me Julien. Please… just take me!” I wanted him inside me so desperately that I was prepared to beg, either that or I was going to scream in frustration.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk Mon amour… you must be patient” he scolded as he eyed me mischievously. Walking to night stand, he opened the drawer and pulled out a black, silk scarf. “If you trust me, stand up and turn around.”
I did as he asked; although I’m sure my shaking body conveyed to him just how apprehensive I was.
“Good girl. Now just relax,” he whispered into my ear. His warm breath caressed my neck, causing goose-bumps up and down my arms. He placed the silk scarf around my eyes, tying it securely behind me. For a brief moment, panic overtook me and my breathing accelerated as my world was plunged in to darkness. In an instant I felt Julien’s reassuring presence at my back, calming me. Still standing behind me, his big, strong hands lifted me and placed me back on the bed, laying on my front.
Holy Crap! What have I gotten myself into? Am I ready for this?
“Now come up on all fours,” his voice was soft yet commanding.
Though my nerves were still very apparent, I did as he asked. I didn’t fully understand why, but I found his commands so hot and such a freaking turn on! He urged me to spread my legs wider, giving him a better view and exposing fully my now saturated thong.
“Délicieux ma belle, you are so beautiful,” he growled in a husky voice.
I could hear the sounds of his clothes hitting the floor just before I felt his strong hands gripping my thighs. The tip of his erection pressed at the entrance of my mound causing me to moan softly. Pulling away, his fingers gently grazed back and forth across the wet fabric between my legs, teasing me; making me bite my lip in an attempt to withhold the moan that was desperate to escape. Quickly he pushed my thong aside, a moment before I felt his finger, gently trailing through my soaked slit, probing at my entrance but not quite entering me. I couldn’t contain the moan that ripped from my throat. Without conscious thought I opened my legs wider, trying to convey my need for more.
“You’re so wet for me Mon amour.” He rasped; his voice husky with desire.
I couldn’t remember when I last felt this turned on. Had there ever been a time I had wanted a man, hell, needed a man to consume me so completely, the way Julien wanted to? And it was what I wanted, what I needed; for him to explore me completely, for him to possess me, mind and body.
“Please Julien, stop torturing me. I need you now!” I begged in frustration, thrusting my hips against his questing fingers when he failed to enter me.
Letting out a low grunt, he grabbed a hold of my waist, and as easily as if I weighed nothing, he flipped me over on to my back. The show of pure male dominance left me breathless in excitement.
“How is it that you have driven me completely insane Mon amour?” he asked as he tugged off my now soaked thong, throwing it carelessly to the floor.
I wanted him to take me right then and there; instead he let his fingertips softly fondle me along my swollen lips. I could feel his eyes focused intently between my spread thighs as he continued to pet me, even though I was still blindfolded. I tried repeatedly to entice his finger inside me, opening my legs even further and thrusting my hips against his hand. He denied me, pulling back whenever I got too close.
I grunted in frustration. The pressure between my legs was steadily increasing with each passing moment but this was his show and this was his way of making sure I understood that. I wanted him to do with me what he pleased, touch me, and take me however he wanted.
I reached out to touch his sculpted torso, wanting to admire his solid feel underneath my hands but he pulled my hands away, holding them above my head without releasing my mound from his soft caress. “No touching. If you move your hands, I’ll be forced to punish you. Do you understand?” he whispered into my ear before kissing and sucking on my neck.
Too weak to give voice, I nodded as my breath quickened under his excruciatingly skillful lips.
“You see Mon précieux beauté, it is the anticipation of what’s to come that heightens the p
leasure when I eventually take you… just... like… this…”
Before I had a chance to ask him what he meant, he slammed into me, filling me with one brutal thrust. A loud gasp ripped through my throat as I realized just how thick and swollen his erection was. Thankfully it didn’t take long for my body to adjust to his invasion. He. Was. Perfect!
Withdrawing almost fully, he then plunged back inside of me, filling me deliciously with his girth; causing me to scream his name. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, suckling gently; his breathing was hot against my bare skin, causing me to shiver. “Oh God, please don’t ever stop!” I screamed, no longer in control of myself.
Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting and forcing every inch of him inside me. The slapping of our skin and our breathless moans echoed throughout the otherwise quiet room...
“This is mine ma belle, all mine. Do you understand?” he demanded, before grinding his pelvis in to mine, stimulating my nub, as he continued his skilled assault of my greedy sex.
I tried valiantly to hold off on my release for as long as I possibly could, so eager was I to continue to bask in the wonderful yet agonizing pleasure he was bestowing upon me. But my efforts were futile; his skill as a lover simply undeniable. As my sex began contracting around his still thrusting erection, he snaked a hand between us and began expertly rubbing my wet, swollen nub. With the next thrust he gently pinched it between his fingers and I screamed as I flew apart beneath him.
“Julien,” I cried out as I gave into the power of my release, my body pulsating with a fierce, intense pleasure.
At my peak, Julien had slowed his movements, content to leisurely thrust inside me. Rolling his hips against mine, he deliciously prolonged my orgasm. As soon as I came back down from my high, he renewed his assault on my sex, pounding in to me with controlled force. Breathing heavily he crushed his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue in to my more than willing mouth. He surrounded and consumed me so completely; I had never made love like this. No other man had ever so skillfully manipulated my body.