Sylvie's Gift

by Adrianna Dane

  "Oh, God,” she moaned softly.

  He blew softly on her aroused glistening nipple. “What is it, Sylvie? Do you want me to stop?"

  Her eyelids fluttered open, eyes filled with dark passion, dilated with need. “No ... I ... please..."

  "Do you want me to continue?"

  "Yes ... please..."

  He moved to her other breast. Nipping and suckling, offering equal attention to both, until she was panting, her pelvis undulating. He again whispered in her ear. “Show me where your bedroom is.” He rose from the chair, bringing her with him.

  As she turned away from him, he held her still and slipped a hand into the front of her thong and inserted two fingers into her hot channel, his thumb lightly massaging her clit. “Now, let's find your bedroom."

  They'd never make it to the bedroom before Sylvie came. He could already feel the mounting pressure, her clit swollen beneath his ministrations. She was opening to him like a flower to the sun.

  Halting after only one step, she inhaled deeply. “I can't do it. I can't walk. Oh, God.” Her knees started to fold, but Daimaen supported and guided her with his other hand securely about her waist.

  "You can do it. Just one step at a time. I'll help you. We'll walk slowly. Will that help?"

  Sylvie took another step. “Oh, God. What's happening to me? I can't breath."

  "Are you in pain, Sylvie? Do you want me to stop?” He held his fingers still, waiting for her answer.

  "No,” she breathed. “I've just never felt anything like this before. It's like liquid mercury running through my whole body. I feel like I'm poised at the edge of a cliff.” Her breathing was scattered, like she'd run a marathon. A fine sheen of perspiration coated her body.

  Daimaen slowing started moving his fingers inside her again. He could feel her juices flowing, surrounding his hand, soaking the material of her thong.

  They reached the doorway of her bedroom when she stopped and screamed, panting, her legs buckling. She gripped the doorframe, but it was Daimaen's hands that supported her, one around her waist, one inside her pussy. He felt her hot center pulsing around his fingers and continued to massage her clit. She gulped, as if unable to get enough air into her lungs. Then slowly he removed his hand from her drenched pussy and held his fingers to her lips.

  "Taste your first orgasm, Sylvie. How sweet and fragrant you are.” Sylvie's eyes were closed, as she opened her trembling lips. He inserted his fingers and she tentatively sucked, her tongue circling. He removed them, his thumb tracing her full lower lip. “How was it Sylvie? Tell me what you felt."

  Daimaen swung her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom to the four-poster bed at the center.

  "I've never experienced anything so erotic. It was stars exploding, like the seas opening and swallowing me whole, then spitting me out and sending me soaring."

  He gently laid her on the bed and removed the one scrap of clothing from her body that was now soaked with her pleasure. He tossed it aside and came back to her.

  Her body was like warm, moist heat beneath his hands. Opening her legs, he angled them at the knees, drawing them up so that her feet rested flat on the bed, then moved between them. He lowered his head to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and worked his tongue downwards toward the heart of her. He ran his tongue along the crease and felt her tremble. She was so responsive he was having a hard time controlling his own desires.

  "Daimaen, what are you doing?” she breathed. She arched into his touch. His hands caressed the length of her silky thighs and his tongue outlined the crease along the inside of her labia and then down the other side, finally suckling at her engorged lips. He wanted to take her. His body ached to be inside her. But this night was only for her. He would make certain she never forgot who he was, or that he could give her the pleasure she deserved.

  She moaned again, her head tossed from side to side. “Please ... I can't—"

  His hands held her still as he continued to torment her passion, not touching her clit, but circling and finally entering her heated passage. Her taste was nectar.

  Her hands clutched at him and he reached for her wrists and held them to the bed as he continued to explore her heat with his probing tongue. Her clit hardened and swelled as she traveled the summit. Her body opened to him, gifting him with her passion. Freeing her wrists, and grasping her legs, he brought them over his shoulders, without removing his mouth from discovery. She panted with need; he sank two fingers into her seething channel and gently drew her swollen nub into his mouth, and sucked hard.

  Even before she screamed, plunging headlong into the seething whirlpool of feeling, he felt her pulse and the release of her sweet juices. He continued to thrust his fingers and suckle with his mouth until her tremors quieted. Then he lowered her legs and moved up to cradle her in his arms, caressing her until she floated back down to earth.

  "My, God, what have you done to me? I've never experienced anything like that before."

  He stroked her swollen breasts, admiring their soft curve, teasing the sensitive nipples. He wanted more, needed more. Her complete submission was a prize worth the price of suppressing his own immediate hunger. “It's what you should feel, Sylvie. Obviously, you've never been loved properly. No one has taken the time to appreciate you the way you deserve."

  Her eyelids fluttered down, a contented smile curved her lips as she nestled close to him. Daimaen knew the summits he'd taken her to had exhausted her. She protested as he moved away. Quickly locating the bathroom, he wet a washcloth with warm water and came back to her. Gently, he cleaned away the remains of her passion and then tucked her beneath the covers.

  He kissed her lips and then her forehead. “Sleep well."

  "But I don't want to sleep,” she mumbled, purring like a sleepy kitten.

  As he caressed the side of her face, she leaned into his hand. Silver eyes half opened, she protested as he moved away. “Are you leaving?"

  "You need to rest, you're exhausted."

  "But..."

  "No. I'll call you on Sunday. You need time. Don't think you're rid of me so easily."

  Again he kissed her lips and her eyelids closed as she fell into an exhausted sleep. For a brief time, he watched her as she lay sleeping, a hand tucked beneath her flushed cheek. She was so lovely. Sylvie was everything he thought she would be when he first saw her. More than that. She was such an eager, responsive pupil and Daimaen looked forward to teaching her about true passion. But she'd need a slow introduction to his world and he relished the chance to be her tutor.

  CHAPTER 4

  Sylvie woke from her erotic dream to the harsh sound of the ringing telephone. She reached out without opening her eyes. “Hello?” she mumbled.

  "Well, good morning, sleepyhead.” Allison was awfully chipper this morning.

  Sylvie opened one eye and looked at the clock. Ten o'clock flashed at her in blue lit digits. She sat up quickly, and the blankets fell away exposing her to chill air. Shock filled her as she realized she was completely naked. She'd never done that before. “OhmyGod!"

  "What's the matter?” There was immediate concern in Allison's voice.

  Sylvie tried to recover smoothly. “Nothing, it's nothing. I ... ah ... just remembered something."

  "Daimaen's not still there, is he?” Allison was still suspicious.

  "No, he's not.” She needed to get Allison off the phone. Sylvie's emotions were in turmoil. She had to try to sort out what happened last night.

  "Soooo. Tell me, was he what you expected?"

  "Allison, I just woke up. I can't talk about this right now. I'll call you later, okay?"

  "Now wait just a minute, you aren't getting off the hook that easy. Meet me for brunch later."

  "All right, later.” Anything to get Allison off the phone.

  "Eleven-thirty at Sandi's, okay?” Allison was not going to let it go.

  "Okay, eleven-thirty, Sandi's. I'll talk to you later.” Sylvie quickly hung up the phone.

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nbsp; She lay back against the pillows, pulling the blanket up tight beneath her chin. Her body felt amazingly relaxed, yet sensitive, all at the same time. How could she have let that happen last night? That man should be outlawed. It was like he'd hypnotized her, and she realized she'd have done anything he asked.

  She closed her eyes, remembering the erotic evening, the feel of his hands on her body, inside her. She was getting wet again, just thinking about it. How had he done that? No man she'd ever been intimate with had been able to bring her to release. Yet Daimaen Sinclair, a stranger whom she'd just met, not only brought her to climax once, but twice.

  Her eyes widened and she gasped. He hadn't even removed his clothes. He'd done it with his voice and his hands. Whoa, Daimaen Sinclair was a dangerous man. Certainly, dangerous to her. How had she let him take such total control of her? That never happened—she'd always made sure she was the one in control. Her dates had never questioned it. Maybe that's why they'd always been so forgettable. Unlike last night.

  She pushed back the bedcovers and reached for her robe. She needed a cup of coffee. Maybe it would help clear the fog from her head so she could think straight.

  She halted abruptly as she entered the living room. Her dress, which she vaguely remembered leaving on the floor, was now neatly folded over the back of a chair. The untouched coffee tray had been removed as well. She padded into the kitchen. Everything was neat and orderly. The timer on the coffeemaker had been set and coffee brewed, ready for her to pour. Sylvie knew she hadn't prepared it the night before. Daimaen had to have done it.

  As she moved farther into the room, she noticed a note next to the coffeemaker.

  Sylvie, thank you for a memorable evening. I have a meeting to attend on Saturday, but I'll call you on Sunday. Think of me, D.

  The handwriting was dark, bold, and masculine, just like the man. She read it several times. She brought it closer to her face, closed her eyes and inhaled. There was a faint hint of his remembered scent. Her heartbeat quickened, she had to sit in a chair before her legs completely gave way. Damn, just reading the note and that faint scent had her aroused.

  Daimaen Sinclair had literally swept her off her feet. She knew absolutely nothing about him, except for the fact that Allison vouched for him. She was close to coming again, just from reading a damned note. For a woman who'd spent the last thirty-two years not coming, Sylvie was totally unprepared for this turn of events. Who was this man that he could so easily change the axis of her life?

  Talking to Allison was definitely in order. Sylvie was going to pick her brain clean. She wasn't used to this emotional turmoil. She was a methodical woman who maintained control under the most stressful conditions, never ruffled. A man like Daimaen Sinclair would create havoc in her life.

  A slow smile rose to her lips. On the other hand, the heat she felt in her belly, and the reactions of her body made her think that right now a little havoc might not be such a bad thing.

  * * * *

  Allison was already seated at the table when she arrived. She looked at Sylvie appraisingly as she sat down.

  "Looks like last night agreed with you.” Allison had that teasing glint in her eye.

  "What do you mean?"

  "You have a look about you. Now what would the word be? Oh yes, satisfied, maybe?"

  Sylvie looked down at the menu in front of her. “So what are you ordering?"

  "Trying to change the subject? That won't stop me and you know it. I'm having the cobb salad."

  "Sounds good. I think I'll have the same.” Sylvie set the menu aside and finally looked at Allison. “So what do you know about Daimaen Sinclair?"

  Allison's face split with a huge smile. “I knew the minute I saw the two of you together it was a done deal. God, I love it when I'm right."

  Sylvie scowled at her, but she ignored the bait. “Spill it. What do you know about him?"

  "Don't you think you should ask him?"

  "I'm asking you, my best friend. Come on, out with what you know. This is all your fault."

  "Yeah, well, I really hadn't expected him to be attending the party. He does so very rarely any more. And he doesn't seem to be involved with anyone right now, at least as far as I know."

  "Have you ever been out with him?"

  Allison shook her head. “He's not my type. I like the top, and he's ... well, let's just say he's non-negotiable."

  "The top ... what are you talking about? And what do you mean non-negotiable? Speak English."

  Allison sighed. “I'm not sure how to explain this to you. Actually, I think Daimaen should probably do it."

  Sylvie shook her head. “Oh, no. You got me into this situation. Start talking."

  Allison was silent for a moment. “Okay. A top is a dominant personality, bottom is a submissive personality. Also called a Dom and a sub. The terms can be interchangeable. I like to be a top. I like to control the scene. I like my men submissive. Now Daimaen, he's a Dominant male, and he doesn't like role reversal, at least not when it comes to the bedroom from what I've heard. So he and I have never been involved."

  Sylvie's head was spinning with ideas she didn't understand. “So why is he interested in me?"

  Allison shrugged. “We all have hidden agendas. Sometimes they're just locked away because they scare us. I realize you're not the adventurous type, but obviously you weren't getting what you needed from your usual choice in men. I wasn't sure, but I thought by taking you to the party, you might find that hidden key to what you need.” Allison's emerald eyes bore into Sylvie, making her uncomfortable. “So did you? Find what you need, that is?"

  "I don't know how to answer you. What you talk about scares me. It confuses me. I wouldn't want to think that I would enjoy pain or would need it to be aroused. I don't like the idea of being controlled, being subject to someone else's demands."

  "Did Daimaen hurt you last night?"

  "No."

  "Did he ask you to do anything you felt uncomfortable doing? Really hated the idea of doing it."

  "Well, no."

  Allison's voice lowered. “Did he make you feel good?"

  Sylvie's voice lowered. “Yes."

  "Did he make you feel special, cared for, wanted?"

  "Yes,” her voice was barely a whisper.

  "Did he make you come, Sylvie?"

  There was a lengthy pause. Sylvie couldn't look at Allison. Her face was hot, thinking about the orgasms she had experienced. Slowly, she nodded her head.

  "Then what's the problem? I'm happy you've found someone who can appreciate you properly."

  Sylvie's head came up and she looked at Allison, as a chill ran down her spine. No one has taken the time to appreciate you the way you deserve. “What did you say?"

  "I said, I'm glad you've found someone who can appreciate you."

  "That's what he said last night."

  Allison chuckled. “Glad to hear he understands the situation. When are you seeing him again?"

  "I'm not. I don't know. He said he'd call tomorrow."

  "Then he will."

  "I just don't know what to expect. I'm flattered by his attention. He seems very considerate. I'm worried that he's too good to be true. It's all moving too fast."

  "Daimaen is what is known as a Master in our circle. I know that doesn't mean much to you, but it shouldn't scare you either. It just means he's very skilled and that he won't hurt you. Actually, I was surprised he asked for an introduction. He must be very interested in you. I think it's time for you to take a chance, Sylvie. Let Daimaen lead. Be adventurous for once."

  "I already feel like I'm on the edge of a precipice. It feels like just with last night my life has already changed. It scares me."

  "Don't be afraid. If you tell Daimaen no, he'll respect that. He won't cross any boundaries you're not ready for. Daimaen is also known for his patience."

  "So, Allison, tell me who is Daimaen Sinclair?"

  Allison sat back in her chair. “Are you familiar with Sinclair Electronics?" />
  "He's that Sinclair?"

  Allison nodded her head. “Yes, he's chairman of the board. Very influential, very intelligent, very rich."

  "Whose house were we at the other night? He mentioned someone named Joseph?"

  "Joseph Acosta."

  "Acosta? Not..."

  "Yes. That Acosta. His law firm represents some of the most powerful corporations in the city."

  Sylvie was speechless, she shook her head. “I must say, I'm surprised."

  "I guess you thought I was taking you to some sleazy, nasty party, right?"

  "Well, kind of."

  "The lifestyle has a rep, I know that, and so does everyone involved in it. As with anything in life, nothing is black and white, there are always shades of gray. Will you keep that in mind? Try to stay open-minded?"

  "I'll try, Allison. I guess I'm more afraid of what I'll find out about myself. I feel like I've stepped off the edge somehow."

  "That's not necessarily a bad thing, is it? You can't live life sitting on the sidelines, you can't be afraid of getting dirty. Didn't you ever make mud pies when you were a kid?"

  Sylvie shook her head. “No, I can't say that I did. My father wouldn't have approved of that kind of behavior."

  Allison grinned wickedly. “Well, then, I guess it's about time someone let you out to play, isn't it?"

  CHAPTER 5

  As Sylvie unlocked the door she heard the phone ring. Once inside, she hurried to answer it.

  "Hello?” she greeted the caller breathlessly.

  "Sylvie.” It wasn't a question. Daimaen's voice vibrated through her. She was certain she'd recognize it anywhere. The powerful impact it had on her was like a summer rain shower blanketing her, soothing her, arousing her.

  "Daimaen,” she mouthed in a breathless whisper. She needed to control herself. No man had ever had her body vibrating this way before. What was it about him, she asked herself for the hundredth time? She sensed a dominating power. His potent magnetism pulled at her, making her want to surrender. Why was that? She'd always been in control, always laid down the rules.

  "My meeting is over. Do you have plans for tomorrow?"