The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1)
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“You’re so wet for me, Isabella. Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he whispered.
His fingers brushed my throbbing clit. I had a hard time standing as his fingers found their way inside me. I was so close to an orgasm it hurt. One slight skillful move and I would come. His hand on me was warm against the coolness of the air in the room. His eyes shined darker blue when I made eye contact with him. His other hand made light sweeps against my nipple.
“Are you afraid? You are shaking.”
I shook my head no. I was not afraid. For the first time in a long time, I felt everything I had been missing for years. For the last three years all I felt was fear and shame. At that moment I was taken over by a sense of warmth and happiness. I was aroused beyond belief.
He walked me to his bed. The satin of his comforter cooled my fevered skin as he eased me down gently, not taking his eyes from me. His hands never broke contact with my body.
After I lay in front of him naked and vulnerable, he stood up from the bed and walked across the room. I figured he was going to undress but realized I was wrong when I noticed he was back to the bed with some red braided ropes in his hands. My pulse quickened and the heat rose up my body.
“Are you going to tie me up?”
“You don’t ask questions. Remember? I do what I want and you will comply. Lift your arms over your head, or tell me to stop now before we get started.”
I complied without hesitation. For the first time I wasn’t in control. I wasn’t on top making the demands. It was sensual and highly arousing.
Fabrice gently took my wrist of my left hand. He kissed me inside my arm up to my elbow. As he stood over me, he took the red tie and tied my arm to the bed. He repeated this with my right wrist. It was not tight yet I was secured to the bed.
“Fabrice.” I begged as my legs writhed.
He sat on the bed, covered my mouth with his, and kissed me deep and hard. His mouth trailed hot wet kisses down my neck and over the swell of my breasts. I wanted to reach up and grab on to him and realized I had no use of my hands. I moaned in frustration and arousal. He stopped. I swallowed and my thighs tingled. He stared at me intently leaving me breathless and aching. Every cell in my body was on fire as I looked into his eyes flared with hunger for me. The kissing and teasing were endless. He spent so much time on my body I thought I would go insane.
“You want to touch me?” he whispered. His husky voice heightened the sexual need to have him inside me.
“Yes.”
“Soon I will be yours to do what you wish. You have no idea how much I want you.” He smiled at me, and I could tell he enjoyed everything he was doing. He was turned on by his dominance over my body. His erection rubbed against my thigh through his pants.
“I need a word other than no, Isabella. If I do something and you don’t want it, a word that will have me stop. Sometimes no means yes. Tell me a word.”
The first word that came to mind was chocolate. I thought of the first time he touched me in the SUV when he was eating it.
“Chocolate.”
“Ah chocolat. Ma chose preferee en plus de vous.” I had no idea what he said, but it was beyond hot and I didn’t care. I couldn’t help but moan in delight.
He worked his mouth back down on my body and over my breasts. He stopped and sucked and kissed each nipple until they were harden nubs, almost hurting. His mouth and tongue trailed down my stomach and close to my sex. I was beyond wet and the smell of sex was in the air. His head pushed my thighs apart that I had closed to keep the throbbing from sending me into an early orgasm.
“Perfect thighs. You are so beautiful, Isabella.”
His mouth kissed my hips and the inside of my thighs. He traced a light line inside as he licked and kissed me. He must have sensed I had to come, and he fingered me. Tortuously slow his thick fingers went inside. When I was about to go over the edge he stopped again. My desire to come was turning to frustration and a wild, crazy need I had not experienced before.
He started his sensual assault of kissing my body again. This time he kissed my calves and took off my heels. It was then that the ropes pulled against my skin.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. The bed shifted as he sat up.
“Yes.”
“I plan on doing nothing but give you the greatest pleasure you've ever had. I want to take you to a place of pure sexual satisfaction, Isabella. Once I take you to the edge of insanity, you will come harder than you ever have. I want nothing more than to be buried into that sweet soft cunt of yours, but not now. I want to make you come. Do you want that?”
“Yes.” I could only form a few words, and yes seemed to be the one I needed.
“Tell me what you want, Isabella.” I hesitated not knowing what he wanted to hear. He took his thumb and pressed it against my pulsing clit. Fabrice was raw male power, dominating and possessing me.
“I want to come for you.”
“Are you willing to beg me for your orgasm? I want you beyond desperate.”
“I already am, Fabrice.”
“No, you think you are. We have a long way to go yet.” The bed shifted again.
“Fabrice, please get naked and fuck me.” His cock was rock hard against his jeans. His t-shirt was dotted in sweat.
“I will at the right time. The time is not right.” He walked to the bed and sat behind me. The tie went over my eyes and there was instant darkness. I become somewhat fearful of not being able to see. I thought of saying the safe word, but I hesitated and remembered he was giving me pleasure not hurting me. The bed moved again and I heard his footsteps as he walked out of the room. It seemed like forever that he was gone and when I heard him walk back in, he came right to the bed.
“I didn’t leave you,” he whispered in my ear. I could smell something delicious.
He kissed me and I tasted the familiarly of chocolate covering his tongue. Then the chocolate was in his mouth and he rubbed it on my parted lips.
“Take a bite.”
I bit off a piece. The taste was wonderful. I tasted chocolate and a hint of a chili pepper. I moaned hungry for more.
I heard the clink of ice cubes in a glass and he kissed me. This time I tasted the familiar taste of vodka. The combination of chocolate and vodka was indescribable. His tongue, cold as it was, once again searched my warm mouth. I wanted more. I lifted my head up begging for more of his mouth.
He put his cold lips to my ear.
“Are you getting desperate?”
“Please. Give me more.” I heard him laugh and the ice cubes clinked again. This time the burning cold of an ice cube was on my clit. I lifted my hips as my body begged for something. I needed anything at that moment inside me. It was then that his warm tongue replaced the ice and he was sucking on my clit. I was right close to the edge when the heat built up and the familiar feelings came to surface. The orgasm was taking over my body. He stopped again.
“Fabrice, please.” The tears stung my eyes.
“Don’t beg, Isabella. I will take even longer to give you what you want.”
His mouth-covered mine tasting of chocolate and vodka and his tongue darted inside me. Slowly, he kissed his way down my body. That time he took even longer to kiss and taste me. I was out of my mind with need. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I remembered how he didn’t like that. His tongue found my opening and he licked me. With each brush of his tongue soft and slow he was taking me closer once again. I couldn’t breathe as he latched on to my clit and sucked and swirled his tongue.
“Come now, Isabella. Come on my face. You’re dripping wet for me. You taste so sweet, so good. Come for me.” My head was buried into the bed and I strained against the ropes holding me in place. The sound coming out of me was animalistic full of pleasure and desperation. The fire inside me released and I cried out as I came on his mouth that sucked me. My body shook all over and an electric current pulsed through me. He didn’t stop. He continued to suck and lick until I thought I would pass out.
“Not now.” He said, in my mouth. He pulled my leg over across him and I kissed him as I rubbed up against him. I couldn’t stop rubbing my clit against his leg as I was consumed with a searing pleasure. I threw my head back and accepted the onslaught of another orgasm wrecking my body. I collapsed like a rag doll next to him. I lay in his arms, done in and satisfied as I had not been before. There was a sense of warmth and comfort in his arms as he held me tight against him.
“How do you feel, my Isabella?”
His hands caressed my ass as he kissed the top of my head. I wasn’t done with him. I wanted more. I wanted to come again and again
“Fuck me, Fabrice. I want you now, balls deep inside me.”
“You are a bad girl. I see it’s your turn to give orders.”
“Yes, it is. Now fuck me hard,” I demanded.
“Not yet. I have other plans.” He stuck two fingers in his mouth and then inside me. His other hand reached up and caressed one of my breasts. My eyes closed enjoying the sensual touch of his fingers up inside me.
“You are tight and soft, Isabella.” I arched my back as he pushed deeper in me. I could not hold back my sound of pleasure as it came out loudly. Even though he had brought me to an orgasm twice already, whatever he was doing with his fingers was bringing me to another. He stopped and his fingers rubbed up to my clit. I was out of mind by the time his finger touched me there. He began to kiss me as he tortuously played with me, rubbing my clit as it throbbed.
“I want to feel your cunt when you cum.” His other hand was masterly playing with my breasts, alternating between the two of them.
“Fabrice, I want you inside me.” I panted almost over the edge once more.
“Soon. First, I want to feel you come. I want to watch you come with my full attention. I want to touch you and get to know what turns you on, Isabella. Soon I will be inside you, hard and thick pumping you. Come for me, Isabella.”
With that and the fact that he touched a place inside me that had not been touched before, I orgasmed hard. My body shook as I grabbed onto the pillows and cried out. The sensation of another orgasm raged through my body as he continued to finger me and bite my nipples. The pain of his teeth on my flesh made the orgasm fiercer.
“Fabrice, I can’t come anymore. I’m done.” I was beyond touchy. Not taking no for an answer, he pushed his head between my legs again. His tongue explored every part of me. He teased me and then without warning stuck a thumb in by rear. His tongue and lips devoured me as I tried not to scream out in sheer pleasure. He seemed to be moaning as he continued his erotic pleasuring of my body. The smacking sound echoed in his large bedroom as he continued. Like a man that was starved, he could not get enough. When I finally stopped moving after the orgasm let up, he looked up, and I relaxed on the bed. I couldn’t move.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked as I stared into his face.
“I can’t even describe what that was. Is this what Frenchmen are like? Four times. I have never come twice in one night, let alone four times. I usually fake it.”
“Only this Frenchman can do what I just did.” He laughed and kissed me.
“I have wanted to do that to you since the first day you walked into my office with that skirt and those legs. You were so sure of yourself and so confused at the same time,” he continued.
“You remember that day?”
“I remember every minute of that day. How you sipped my coffee and enjoyed it, closing your eyes. I saw the frustration of not working for me, and the jealousy in your eyes when Elizabeth showed up.”
“I wasn’t jealous. I was pissed.” I snuggled close to him.
“I have to be honest with you.”
“Oh, really? What?”
“It was me that changed your job placement on the second interview. I was there watching. You couldn’t see me. I saw you and you nearly brought me to my knees. I knew if you worked with me closely, we would be in big trouble. I knew at the gala, something wonderful was going to happen between us. We couldn’t have worked that closely together.”
“What? Why?” I sat up and looked at him.
“I knew if you were my assistant we could not do this. I didn’t want that. I wanted you in other ways. I knew the minute I saw you. Our souls connected that night. I felt it. You were originally supposed to be my assistant and I changed it.”
“You what?” I was upset he had staged the whole thing.
“Yes, Vance played along. I arrived in the office early on Monday and told him what we were going to do. I didn’t know how else to handle it. I didn’t want to do anything to cause a scandal for either of us.” His hands rested on my ass and I snuggled closer in his arms.
“I felt the same way when I saw you. You made me wet that first minute you spoke. I didn’t know how I was going to contain myself and behave, or work like a professional. In a way, that morning I was relieved we weren’t working together. But this has to be scandalous. You are my boss’ boss.”
“We can get around that. You don’t actually work for me. Jesus, your breasts are so big and full. I can’t keep my hands off them.” His hands pumped my breasts awakening my nipples. There were so sore, but so sensitive.
“I don’t understand. This whole staying dressed and not fucking me thing. It’s strange.”
“You think we are finished? It is called patience, my Isabella. Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac.”
“I don’t get it. I mean don’t you want to come?” I lifted myself on my elbows to look into is eyes.
“I have great self-control. I taught myself. My goal tonight was to give you pleasure. I hope I succeeded.”
“You did. I haven’t experienced anything like this before.”
“See, that was the point. That was what I wanted tonight. I didn’t want you to worry about my pleasure.”
“I want to worry about your pleasure. I want to fuck you, Fabrice.” I snuggled back up against him and ran my hand across his cock.
“I see that.” I was so comfortable laying in his arms that I didn’t want to move.
We lay there for a few minutes listening to the clock by the bed tick and our stomachs began growling.
“I hear someone is hungry,” he said.
“I’m fucking starving.”
“Let’s go see what we can come up with. I can cook us something without the help of the chef. Wait a minute. I’m speaking to the woman whose father owns one of the most popular restaurants around.”
“Please, don’t say “father” while I’m lying naked on top of a Frenchman.” I laughed.
“Yes, he would not approve of this.” I felt him laugh.
“You are a lot older, and you aren’t Italian. He will have a slight problem with that.” The thought of my father made me cringe. I changed the subject.
“Do you have pasta?” I needed carbs. Lifting up off him, he stood up and I watched him walk to the closest. Fabrice came back and handed me a, fluffy robe. It smelled like him and I relaxed as soon as it enveloped my exhausted body.
“I have no idea what is in that kitchen. I’m sure there is pasta somewhere in there. Let’s go look.”
We headed back to the kitchen and Fabrice was lost. He obviously hadn’t cooked for himself. Searching each cupboard, he came up with a box of thin spaghetti. I went to his fridge and found a head of broccoli and fresh garlic. While I chopped the
broccoli and garlic he made us coffee. I found olive oil and once the garlic and oil started cooking my stomach growled louder.
“That smells delicious.” He said, as he came up behind and hugged me, kissing my neck.
“One of my specialties; you will like it.”
“One of many, Isabella.” I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. Boldly, and urgently I wanted him, right in the kitchen. My hand went to his cock. He was half-hard and I knew he needed to come.
“Isabella, what are you up to?” I kissed his neck and dropped to my knees.
“We have at least twenty minutes while the broccoli sautés.”
I was on my knees in front of him. His hands fisted my hair. My lips were so dry, I licked them looking up at him.
“I thought I told you I was in control.” I wasn’t listening to him. He had his turn. This was my time to take over.
My hands went for the zipper of his pants and, before he could say anything else, I had him in my mouth. He didn’t even try to stop me. His thick cock, so delicious looking, was semi-hard. His scent was intoxicating. I wanted it all over my face. My tongue ran under the underside of his balls. He grabbed my hair tighter. I stopped to let him know what was going to happen.
“I’m going to suck you off, Ambassador. You said you’re in control in the bedroom. We’re clearly not in the bedroom. I’m in charge here in the kitchen.”
His hearty laugh vibrated through him and I looked up at him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. I loved seeing he enjoyed what I was doing.
My tongue stroked over him. The tip brushed my lips back and forth. I heard a moan as I took him in my mouth, completely hard. I looked up at him. He watched me as he stroked my head.
“Don’t stop whatever you are doing to me.” His teeth were clenched as he spoke.