by Nana Malone
And unbelievably his knuckles gently grazed her chin as he started to unbutton her white silk blouse.
Instantly her nipples went even harder so fast she gasped.
Her belly ached deep down with an arousal that shocked her in its intensity.
She might have dreamed of this moment, but not like this, never like this.
His deep voice rumbled in his chest. ‘You want me.’
He took her hand, pulled it down and pressed her fingers to a huge erection that was thick and rock hard.
Her gasp had him smile in triumph.
‘And as you can see, my cock is hungry for you.’
Anais stood absolutely still as he pulled the shirt out of the waistband of her skirt.
Her heart hammered a frantic tattoo in her throat as she tried to swallow, tried to believe what was happening.
‘Marcus, please. Don’t...’
He pressed a long finger to her quivering lips.
Those eyes went cold and utterly ruthless.
‘You don’t have a choice if you want to become a partner.’
A deep sense of disappointment in him warred with her vicious arousal.
The man she’d admired and put on a pedestal proved to be the same as all the rest who couldn’t see beyond a pretty face and a lush body.
No matter how hard she’d worked to play down her appearance her looks were her Achilles heel. She’d tied her chestnut hair back in an unflattering style, wore little or no make up along with buttoned up shirts and suits but it never seemed to make any difference.
Those amazing eyes went too dark and intense and she couldn’t look away as he peeled off her shirt.
Oh, god.
She swallowed audibly as those eyes burned a path over her slim shoulders and small breasts encased in a tissue thin bra of ivory silk.
‘Look, Marcus. I’ve worked hard to get this far. Surely there must be another way I can make it up to you, to the company?’
He quirked a dark eyebrow and his voice went silky smooth.
‘You want to make it up to me?’
Sheer panic made her breath hitch as his thumbs rubbed the bullet hard nipples nestled in her sheer bra.
Fright made her voice high. ‘Of course I do! I’ll do anything you want.’
‘I don’t think you quite understand, Anais.’
Tears flooded her eyes.
She did understand and she did want him.
Just not like this.
‘I can’t throw it all away because of one stupid little mistake.’
His fingers slid the skinny straps of her bra very slowly down her arms to her elbows and his deep voice went husky with arousal.
‘Do as I say and I’ll overlook your stupid little mistake.’
Her eyes flickered from his, to his mouth, to his groin and the need she saw tented there made her moan.
‘You want to make love to me?’
She needed to hear him say it, to spell it out in words of one syllable.
This wasn’t a dream. This was a nightmare. And was she going to let him have her? The last time she’d been with a man was at University and it hadn’t been a great experience.
Marcus gave a soft laugh.
‘Darlin, I want to fuck you hard and in every conceivable way.’
Immediately her panties flooded even as something like hysteria gripped her throat.
Please, don’t hurt me,’ she pleaded.
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Chapter Three
Anais saw a flash of something in his eyes, quickly hidden, as he turned away and began to unbutton his shirt.
‘Don’t you worry, darlin. You’ll be screaming all right, but in a good way.’
The shirt went the same way as her jacket and he stood before her with his hands on his hips.
She couldn’t drag her eyes from his amazing body. He was built like a Gladiator. All smooth skin over sculpted muscle. The need to touch that skin with her fingertips, her mouth, and shockingly, the need to sink her teeth into him nearly brought her to her knees. The urge to bite him was so strong her mouth watered.
What the hell was wrong with her?
His watchful eyes never left hers as he began to unbuckle his belt.
Those dark eyes burned a path from her head to her toes and back again.
‘Strip,’ he said in a voice that chilled her to the bone.
Her hands covered her small breasts even as they swelled in a way that caught her breath in her throat. How could she be so turned on and so terrified at the same time?
‘Marcus, please...’
‘It’s up to you. Do exactly as I say or lose your job.’ His voice sounded hard and totally devoid of emotion.
But his eyes were hot with a burning desire.
And the heavy pulse of his thick shaft jerked between his legs.
Her hands were trembling so much she fumbled with the button and zip of her skirt.
It pooled to the floor and she stepped out still in her shoes.
Her stockings were sheer holdups in black silk.
Shoes were a weakness and these were black pumps in Italian leather.
She moved to take them off and his rough command stopped her in her tracks,
‘Leave the stockings and the fuck me shoes.’
How could this be happening?
The trembling afflicting her body made her legs weak.
Anais stood before him in her matching bra and thong.
‘Marcus,’ she whimpered.
‘Strip, Anais,’ he ordered, his voice deep and throaty with arousal.
Perhaps this was a dream?
None of it, the unsnapping of her bra, the way it dropped from her nerveless fingers or how the way her soft breasts swayed felt real.
His sudden intake of breath made her squeeze her eyes tight.
‘Darlin, you are fucking gorgeous,’ he said, his voice no more than a whisper.
Her fingers plucked the silky ribbon of her thong
‘Don’t make me do this, Marcus.’
He rose, whipped the belt out of his trouser loops, undid the button and pulled down the zip before he moved into her.
His hand rose to cup the vulnerable curve of her neck.
He pulled her close and those eyes never left hers.
A sensation of drowning, sinking into a dark sea rippled through her.
She licked her lips as the scent of his shampoo and clean salty sweat made her head spin.
The heel of his hand pressed hard against the swollen flesh of her sex in a way that screamed possession and her mouth went bone dry.
His breath scorched her cheeks as he inhaled.
‘I love your scent. You’ve wanted this for a long time, Anais.’
Her cheeks burned.
He was right.
She did want him and now she realised the constant tension and heightened state of awareness that had besieged them for months was one hundred percent proof sexual chemistry.
And her body was responding to his, to the fantastic scent of his peppery cologne, turned on healthy male and something else.
Something dark and exotic that sang in her blood as it raced through her veins.
A toxic mix of a merciless arousal and deep humiliation made her breath sob in her throat in hard little pants.
‘Please, Marcus.’
He ripped her thong with a quick tug that had her gasp.
Then her whole body jolted as his clever fingers slicked across her swollen clitoris, exploring the over sensitive flesh in a way that had her pelvis tilt back and forth against his hand.
She’d never felt anything like it, never behaved like this.
Her body was humming like a tuning fork.
Her gasp of pleasure had him nuzzle the delicate skin of her neck.
‘My kind have a heightened olfactory sense. You’re wet and hot and so ready for me,’ he growled in her ear before nipping her tender lobe and licking the tiny sting in a way that made her flesh quiver.
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nbsp; Dimly she recognised something about the statement was off but her terrified brain refused to compute.
Then he wrapped the belt around her wrists and pulled it tight locking her hands together, and her brain was unable to think at all.
His thigh spread her legs wider.
‘You’re going to pay for your little mistake today, darlin.’
Dear god.
She was standing in front of him naked and he’d tied her wrists!
Anais struggled to free her hands, but she was bound tight.
What was he going to do to her?
Her body might hum with a dark heightened arousal, but her logical brain wasn’t so certain.
‘Stop. Please,’ she implored.
Then she was no longer certain what she wanted as his fingers slid and snaked across her slick swollen flesh winding the inner tendons of her vagina tighter as her body raced towards a relentless orgasm.
When his lips crushed hers in a kiss that branded her as his, she moaned into his mouth.
His tongue replicated the fast fuck of his fingers that had her clench the muscles of her core and drench his hand.
But then his mouth went on a hungry voyage of discovery down her throat to her breasts.
And as he held her rigid body tight against his, he suckled so hard on a nipple she nearly collapsed before he licked it to gentle the ache.
All the while his fingers plucked and pulled the bullet hard nipple of her other breast.
Chest heaving, Marcus released her so fast the room spun.
He stepped back, stripped off his pants and briefs while Anais simply stood and gaped at his naked body.
She shuddered, shaking so hard she could hardly stand upright.
He was a big man in every conceivable way.
Broad shoulders, a wide smooth chest with muscles which trailed in a path of delight down to his defined six-pack. Along with a flat stomach and, she caught the deep moan in her throat, the thickest, hardest shaft she’d ever seen.
Her eyes flew to his.
‘It’s not too late to...’
‘Darlin, it was too late for you when I first saw that beautiful face six months ago.’
His smile reminded her forcibly of a starving wolf looking at a particularly tasty lamb.
Anais found herself swept up in his arms as he strode through to the main bedroom with a vast four-poster bed and laid her gently on cool sheets of crisp cotton.
He placed her tied hands above her head.
She was so aroused, so utterly open and vulnerable to him.
And yet no matter how hard she tried Anais simply couldn’t tear her eyes from his.
He lay on his side next to her as a heavy thigh pressed between her legs to open her wide.
His fingers immediately slid inside her hot wet channel while his hungry mouth laid siege to her soft breasts and swollen nipples.
His teeth nipped as his mouth sucked and his tongue licked and flicked at a tight nipple until she was so aroused her pelvis was rotating around two fingers.
But then his thumb stroked in a fabulous rhythm around her clit in such a way it was driving her wild.
Then his hot breath was at her ear.
‘I need to taste you. I’m going to lick your clit and fuck you with my tongue until you come so hard you’re going to scream my name.’
He nibbled her earlobe, the frantic pulse at her neck, dragging his teeth down the flesh in a way that made her moan long and loud.
‘Please, Marcus,’ she moaned.
Resistance Anais was beginning to realise was utterly futile because she wanted this man as she’d wanted no other.
A small voice in the back of her mind told her she would live to regret what they were doing. That is was totally unprofessional and against every single thing she believed in but her back arched as his fingers slid relentlessly in and out, in and out, working her faster and she sobbed in her throat.
Oh God, she wanted so badly to come.
She wanted his hard cock deep inside her.
Her hips rose as he tortured her. His expert fingers keeping her just on the edge.
The endless sensation of her body being torn apart between pleasure and pain was driving her crazy.
Then his voice was harsh with arousal in her ear,
‘I want you so bad, Anais. I want to taste you, to feel you come on my tongue, to hear you cry my name. But I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want this, darlin.’
She tried to say no, but her body was about to spontaneously combust.
‘Marcus!’ she couldn’t help it, she screamed his name long and loud.
And her body bowed, went tight with need and she could think of nothing but to have him suck and lick the swollen lips of her sex.
‘Yes, please, eat me, lick me. Make me come. I want you. I need you now!’
Again his mouth, his teeth, were at her neck and she felt the shape of his smile on her throat as his fingers still worked her, keeping her teetering on the brink as he burned a hot path of open mouthed kisses down her torso to that tender spot between her thighs and her sex.
‘Hurry! Put your mouth on me. Hurry!’
Anais didn’t care now.
Any guilt or sense of humiliation had long gone to be replaced by pure need.
And at last his mouth replaced his tortuous fingers and he spread her legs and the lips of her sex wider as the hood of her clit drew back and his teeth found the spot.
She’d never been so wet in her life.
She could hear him, feel the flat of his tongue lapping, his mouth sucking at her arousal and the sensation almost stopped her heart.
Then he groaned deep in his throat and the sound vibrated through her womb as her body wound her system even tighter.
The tip of his tongue explored the swollen lips of her sex right down the tight line of her perineum and back to snake around her clit.
And by this time she was sobbing with need.
Tears flooded into her hairline and the pillow.
‘God, Marcus.’
She was shuddering and attempting to buck under his mouth.
But he held her totally still as her body became so taut every muscle from her toes to the hair on her head threatened to snap.
The first wave caught her breath and her scream pierced the air.
But he didn’t stop as his fingers thrust into her and fucked her hard as he drank her release. And still the waves of the most amazing orgasm of her life tossed her up again and again.
She was completely overwhelmed by how Marcus played her body and it sang for him in an endless chorus of release.
At last she shuddered to a sweet, relaxed state and her limbs went limp with completion.
Marcus slid up her body and wiped his mouth on her flat belly before nuzzling her neck, rocking his cock against her hip.
Strong arms held her tight against him as his mouth fed hungrily on hers.
She could taste herself on his tongue as it thrust in a duel with hers and she loved it.
They were both slick with healthy sweat and his hot breath panted in her ear.
‘I need to fuck you hard, Anais. I need to bury myself in your hot, wet pussy. Tell me you want me,’ he commanded his voice hoarse from trying to maintain control and he shuddered.
Anais went utterly still.
He gripped his cock and rubbed the thick tip over her too sensitive clit and she shivered in reaction.
His hot mouth plundered her over sensitive nipple and her cry was almost a keening sound.
‘Beg for me.’
And the head of his cock stroked her sex fast as his mouth drew in her nipple deep and suckled hard.
‘Marcus,’ she gasped and knew she needed him deep inside her like she’d never needed anything before.
He rubbed his cock over her clit and down over her slick channel until she couldn’t take it any longer.
‘I need to hear it.’
He sounded like a man on the edge and the desperation
in his voice nearly tipped her into another orgasm.
‘Take me!’
With a growl that rumbled deep in his throat, Marcus spread her legs wider as he settled his big body into the cradle of her hips.
A single thrust and he filled her to the hilt and simply shuddered as he kept perfectly still.
Any fear was swept away as Anais realised he was taking care, waiting for her, while she got used to the fabulous sensation of a big thick cock over stretching her, the pressure filling her in a way that felt so right.
How could she have known it would feel like this?
She was desperate to touch him, but her hands were still tied, held above her head as his tight buttocks clenched and released, clenched and released as he took her, made her his.
It was all there, the power, the strength.
A stunning wave of pleasure swept up from her toes to her scalp.
Then he rotated his hips and made her catch her breath as her legs wound tight around his waist and her pelvis tilted to take him deeper.
He went slow and easy, building both of them into liquid flame as her body clenched around his.
Sliding his big hands under her hips he lifted her, slid out and slammed back so hard his heavy balls smacked her ass and she met him thrust for thrust dimly aware that their breathing and hearts had synchronised.
The slap of damp flesh against damp flesh, the groans of their passion along with the thunder of her heart was all Anais was aware of as again her body clenched his even tighter, the muscles pulling him further into her.
Marcus nuzzled the delicate skin under her ear and she barely registered the needle sharp sting as he clasped her body tight to his.
The sensation of a gentle tug on the flesh of her neck was so wonderful, so right that her tied hands gripped his hair to pull him even closer as his hips pistoned into her.
The orgasm that hit her made her world go dark.
And as Anais was carried along in a torrent of utter bliss she was barely aware of a warm fluid in her mouth that burned a scorching path down her throat and into her belly.
The taste was so delectable, dark and delicious she wanted more so she took and took again.
‘Careful, darlin. Not too much too soon.’
The sensation of staring up at Marcus from beneath the ocean struck her.