“Are we getting into that?” I looked up at him with fear in my eyes and he frowned at my lack of enthusiasm.
“Don’t you like flying?” he asked.
“I’m scared of heights.” I said sadly.
He gulped his sip of champagne down in shock and turned to look at me, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well it’s not something I announce to everyone I meet Ace. Why would I assume you’d need to know something like that? It’s not like helicopter rides are part of my everyday life.”
He looked disappointed and I felt bad for him, he was obviously trying so hard to impress me. He didn’t realise he had no need to. I was lost to him already.
“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl I’ll cope I’m sure. Anyway you might cure me of my fear tonight, I’ve never been in a helicopter before.”
He smiled and wrapped an arm around my waist.
“I’ll hold you if you get scared.” He whispered and I glanced up at him through my lashes and smiled.
“Thank you.”
I may just have to feign my terror just to get those muscly arms around me. They’d settle any girl’s nerves.
He led me to where the helicopter stood. A gentleman dressed in another uniform went to take my hand and help me up into the giant machine, but Joe’s back went up and he grabbed at my hand making sure the man didn’t touch me. I hadn’t taken Joe for the jealous type before now, but he sure didn’t want the guy to come near me, and the look he threw his way was a clear sign to ‘back off’.
Joe helped me up and settled me into a seat next to him, buckling me in safely and moving me as close to him as he could get me with his arm around my shoulder and his other hand holding mine in my lap. It was all very protective and sweet. Who knew the man whore had such a possessive nature.
I had no idea where we were headed and in all the panic I’d forgotten to ask. The sounds of the rotating blades above and behind us stopped me from asking the question now so I sat back, breathed deeply and let the metal monster fly me up and away.
The views were awesome and after my initial fear I found myself peering out of the windows in awe and loving it. Joe snaked both arms around me holding me close and resting his chin on my shoulder as I leaned across and looked down to see everything.
We were in the air for about eighty minutes before another familiar building came into sight, Paris. Wow, what a place to take someone on a date. I’d never been to Paris and I turned to look into Joe’s smiling eyes as I mouthed the word ‘wow’ at him. He grinned a huge grin now as we descended, ready to land at a helipad not far from the Eiffel Tower. The lights of the city of love sparkling at us like precious gems. This was going to be an epic date, I was beyond excited.
We jumped out of the helicopter and headed to where a black Mercedes waited for us. Another car of immense luxury, the likes I’d never experienced before. We drove through the bustling streets of Paris until we came to a tall building. Once inside we headed to a roof top terrace where an exclusive restaurant was overlooking the Eiffel Tower. The maître de greeted Joe by name and led us to a private area with a table for two set up ready. Joe pulled my chair out for me before sitting opposite me and ordering some foreign sounding wine or champagne. I had no idea, I’d drink anything right now I was so over awed.
“Oh my God Joe, this is just…amazing.”
“I like the best.” He said glaring at me and I blushed.
I looked down at the menu, not having a clue what anything was.
“Do you want me to order for you?” he asked.
“Err... yes please.” I replied.
He smiled with satisfaction. I knew he liked being in control and it obviously pleased him that I have given him total control over this part of the evening. When the waiter returned to pour our wine Joe proceeded to speak in fluent French and order for us. He sounded so unbelievably sexy.
“Can you talk to me like that later tonight?” I breathed seductively.
“Bien sur tout pour vous ma belle dame.” He winked.
I had no idea what food would come, but I knew anything would taste delicious in a place like this. When the food finally did arrive, Joe had ordered a little of everything, every mouthful I tasted was utterly divine. I groaned in satisfaction and Joe’s eyes hooded.
“Keep making those sounds and I’ll end up taking you over this table in front of everyone.” He growled. I smirked at the power I had over him.
Once dinner was finished Joe paid with what looked like a black American Express card, then took my hand and led me out of the restaurant and back towards the chauffeur driven car. He pulled me onto his lap in the back of the car and I straddled him kissing him as he pulled me closer to his chest and wound his hands through my hair. I wanted to rip his clothes off right here in the back of the car, I was so horny and turned on. My head dizzy from all of this extravagance.
“God I want you.” I groaned.
“We’ll continue this in there.” He gestured to the doors of a club with a line outside. He exited the car and turned round to take my hand and lead me to a side door, bypassing the main entrance and crowds. I followed, my legs trembling with want and my body aching for him.
The music inside throbbed with a slow seductive beat, putting my body on edge and my nerves became frantic. He must have sensed my predicament as he whispered into my ear, “Not long now beautiful, anticipation will only heighten your pleasure, you’ll do well to remember that.” I looked up at him giving him my most erotic come to bed eyes and a low growl sounded in his throat.
We walked into the main area of the club, all red lights and shadows but we didn’t stop. He pulled me across the room and towards a roped off area guarded by a doorman. Once the doorman let us past the rope we made our way down another red shadowy corridor until we reached a door that Joe pushed open and led me through, a lock clicking behind us.
The music of the club reverberated around this room, but it was an empty private room overlooking the main dancefloor. I walked over to the glass that separated us above from the dancers below, Joe came up behind me putting both hands either side of my head on the glass and whispering “One way glass” into my ear. The skin on my neck prickled as he snaked his arms round my hips and pulled me into him. I could feel his erection pushing into my back and he circled his hips grinding in to.
“I need to be in you now Ella.” He demanded, turning me towards a red velvet chaise lounge and bending me over the high arm at one end. I was faced down and helpless. He was frantic with want and rolled the skirt of my dress up to expose my ass. He palmed my cheeks hard groaning as he massaged me and then slipped a finger under the fabric of my knickers to skim over my pussy. I cried out, wanting nothing more than to have him fill me, take me hard like only he knew how.
“Shhh…no sound.” He commanded as he teased me through the silk of my underwear running his fingers along my soft folds and making me whimper into the fabric of the chaise in need. The sweetest torture I had ever experienced, it made me crazy for him.
I tried to reach behind me to feel him, but he stopped me, forcing my hand back above my head and away from him.
“And no touching” he teased.
I felt a burn at the top of my thighs as he ripped yet another pair of knickers from me and then my senses went into overload as he knelt down behind me and his hot breath tickled me between my legs. He ran his fingers from my ankles up to the tops of my thighs and back down again sucking in a sharp breath as he did.
Then his tongue was on me, circling my clip and licking soft then hard, I was mindless with lust and yearning. He licked up and over my pussy up to my ass and back down again, then speared his tongue right into me, I wanted to grab his head, guide him but I was powerless, all I could do was feel what he was doing to me.
He licked back down to my clit which was starting to burn and twitch and covered it with his whole mouth; kissing, nibbling, biting, licking and sending me into oblivion. His fingers stroked my core, spearing i
nto me brushing over the delicate spot inside, and coaxing out the orgasm that was stirring in my nerves and vibrating into my muscles. The combination of his tongue and fingers destroyed me and my body started to convulse, the muscles of my pussy clenching and contracting as I cried out. Wave after wave of mind blowing pulsing and tightening hit me as he kept up his assault relentlessly sucking and licking, stroking, rubbing.
Suddenly he pulled away from me and I heard the jingle of a belt before I felt the round head of his cock push against me as he speared into me from behind making me cry out with the unexpectedly hard way he thrust.
He stopped and stilled, “No sounds Ella or I stop.” He threatened, then he pounded into me with rutting, erratic thrusts. Any control he had had was gone as he lost himself in me and the yearning to climb to the pinnacle of desire.
He grunted and rutted hard, pulling my hips up into the right angle to slide deeper inside as his other hand grabbed my hair and twisted it round his hand. He pulled hard on my hair forcing my head back and up. I felt as if I was restrained I couldn’t move with the pressure on my hair keeping my head and neck still, my body bent back to let him hit new spots inside me to bring me to a shattering climax. All my arms could do was grip the side of the chaise lounge as he drove my body into a frenzy, his wild hips drawing me into a hard orgasm that rolled on and on. I lost count of the times my contractions waned then kick started again, each time growing in strength and power. I’d never felt anything like it. He was the owner of my body, he could play me like a master. I loved it. He let out a primal roar as he reached his own orgasm and rode out the mind blowing sensations with slow thrusts in me until he couldn’t hold himself any longer and fell onto my back gasping for air.
“Fuck woman, I could die a happy man buried inside you.”
He bent down to kiss me gently along the back of my neck and across my shoulders. Then he picked me up in his arms and lay me down on the chaise lounge. I was lifeless and spent. I doubted I could even walk out of this room if it was on fire I was so far gone. He snuggled in next to me, drawing me close to him.
“You’ve got me under your spell Ella.”
“I think I’m the one that’s under a spell.” I sighed. I had to ask the next question even though I was scared about the answer. “Are you a Dom?”
He laughed at this, “No Ella I’m not a Dom, I just like to be in control. I like to control you.”
I rolled onto my side, looked him dead in the eyes and whispered, “Sometimes it’s fun to give up control.”
I rolled on top of him and kissed his neck before unbuttoning his shirt and kissing and licking down his chest. He knew where this was heading and he lifted his hips to free himself from the trousers he had slipped back on. I kissed the delicious v and down his pubic hair towards his cock which was proudly standing to attention. I used my tongue to lick the length of him holding him steady with my hand and twirling around the tip before paying a little attention to the sensitive area on the underside of the head. I took him into my mouth and took a long suck of his length before stroking and massaging his balls kissing and licking them. I took one into my mouth, then the other and he growled. My nails scraped along the skin behind his balls making his breathing turn heavier.
“Fuck Ella” he cried.
He threaded his fingers through my hair guiding me to where he wanted me. I worked my way back up to his cock ready to show him how much I wanted him. I sucked him and pushed my mouth down over his shaft, working my way right down to his hair, my chin on his balls as his head pushed past the back of my mouth and right down my throat. I had good gag reflexes and I was very excited to show him just how good. I sucked him hard up and down right to the base, swirling my tongue and driving him to insanity judging from the noises and cries of “Fuck”, he was making. He used both hands to hold my head still and started to thrust up into my mouth, fucking my face.
“I’m coming” he cried loosening his hold of my hair, but I continued sucking, licking, moving on him as I felt him thicken and spurt hot salty semen down my throat, on my tongue, on my lips dripping down my chin. He moaned in satisfaction and looked down at me as I licked up and down swallowing every last drop. He reached a finger down towards my face, catching a drip from my chin and gathering it onto his finger before putting his finger in my mouth for me to suck. I made an ‘mmm’ sound as I did and he closed his eyes gasping.
“You are fucking amazing, I’m never letting you go.”
I smiled and climbed back up his body, burying my face into his neck and cuddling him close to me. We stayed like this for some time before I sighed and said, “I don’t want to leave.”
“We aren’t leaving.” He replied.
“What do you mean? I have work tomorrow.”
“No you don’t,” he smiled at me, “I already arranged with Frank that you would be working with me for the next few days. I’ve got a hotel suite booked for us, that’s if you still want to stay with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to stay?”
“Well you do have a habit of running away from me.”
I cuddled him closer to me, “Not anymore champ.” I said smiling and I meant it. I could never run away from him ever again, he’d well and truly won me over.
Chapter Sixteen
The hotel suite he referred to was more like an apartment. Grand sweeping curtains hung from every window that overlooked the city with matching curtains over the bed. It felt like I’d walked back in time into eighteenth century Versailles with creams, golds and pastel shades adorning the gilded furniture, a dressing screen in the corner and intricate carvings decorated the ceilings and walls. Off the living area were two bedrooms and a huge bathroom, dark mahogany wood and a sunken bath with enough space for about ten people to bathe.
“Wow!” I said as I took it all in, “Very…grand.”
“Not my style of décor at all,” He sniffed.
“Why are you staying here then?”
“Because it’s the most expensive.” He replied without missing a heartbeat.
“You have way too much money. You know the Premier Inn has beds just as comfy.” I winked, “Not that we tend to sleep much when we are together.”
He laughed and said “You know I like….”
“The best. Yes I know...” I finished for him. He stalked over to me placing a chaste kiss on my lips before turning to the bathroom and turning the taps on.
“Bath time” he called out, walking back into the living area where I stood and patting my ass to encourage me to walk towards the bathroom.
He filled the bath for us adding some gorgeous smelling bubble bath and incense before stripping me slowly of all my clothes and kissing around my neck, back, legs wherever he could reach.
Once I was standing before him naked he sighed “so beautiful”.
Then he stripped his own clothes off before climbing into the tub and turning round to offer me his hand to follow him.
We sank into the decadent bubbles and he pulled me back to settle against him, my back to his front. I felt totally relaxed and adored. He ran his hands over my wet skin stroking me tenderly and washing the bubbles over me.
“This feels nice.”
“You feel nice.” He replied kissing along the top of my shoulder.
I stroked along his muscly thighs which held me tight to him. “I want to know more about you.”
“What do you want to know?” He asked gingerly obviously a little unnerved by my need for personal information.
“What was life like for you before all this, all the money.”
He sighed and shifted his weight a little to pull me further onto his lap. After a few seconds he said, “I grew up in a really tough area of L.A, my Mum walked out on us when I was about two so I was brought up by my Dad and my two older brothers.”
“That must have been terrible, to lose your Mum like that.” I looked up behind me into his face and stroked his stubbly chin with affection. “Did you ever find her again when you w
ere older?”
“No, she died of an overdose about three years after leaving us.” He shrugged. “My Dad was a tough guy, worked hard for us but he was quick tempered and…… just as quick with his fists.”
I guessed those fists had been used against him at some point in his childhood, but I didn’t push him on it, instead letting him carry on his story at his own pace.
“My brothers weren’t much better, bullies the pair of them.” He ran his fingers up the outside of my arms and sighed, “It wasn’t all bad, I had Max my best buddy, his house was somewhere I could escape and I had the boxing.”
“You box?” I added surprised.
“No not anymore, not unless you count the punch bag I have hanging in my gym at home. My match days are well and truly over. You had to look after yourself in our neighbourhood, more so in the house I grew up in. So I joined a local boxing club at fourteen and trained until my right hook became stronger than the one my Dad and two brothers had. I always liked keeping fit and after a lucky break I opened my first gym at around twenty. The rest as they say is history.”
“What was your lucky break?” I asked, but he wasn’t going to elaborate on that story tonight for me. He reached forward to let some of the water out and refill the tub with more hot as he said, “That’s a story for another day.”
Wanting to keep things in the right mood I said, “I liked feeling helpless tonight, I liked how you restrained me and used my hair.”
He gave a low chuckle, “That’s good to hear. I have some toys I think you might like that we can play with when we get home.”
We stayed in the tub together making small talk and feeling closer and closer to each other until our fingers were wrinkled like old prunes and I started to feel sleepy.
“Come on sleepy head,” he reached his arms around me to carry me up out of the water, “time for bed.”
He dried me as if I was the most delicate and precious thing he’d ever held, then he rubbed himself dry before taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom and under the heavy silky covers.
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