Passion in Paris

by Ross, Bella

  “Take it off.” It was a command, plain and simple. “Now, Kate.”

  She hesitated, feeling nervous and uncertain. She wanted to say something, but the implacable look on his face changed her mind. She bit her lip and silently did as she was told.

  She took off her jacket and simply let it fall to her feet. Keeping her eyes on him, she began unbuttoning her blouse and a moment later it joined the jacket on the floor. Her skirt soon followed. She could feel her cheeks growing hot as she reached behind herself to unhook her bra.

  He’d followed her every movement so intensely that it made her pussy flare and burn for his touch. Holding the lace white garment over her breasts, she hesitated.

  “Drop it,” he commanded.

  And away it fell from her body like mist. Something in his eyes, despite his relaxed stance, was anything but. Like hot, possessive hands they swept over her. The sensual smile flickering across the rugged planes of his face infuriated her.

  Here she was standing in her heels, and naked, before him. And he was still dressed. Of course he was, obviously he enjoyed contrasts.

  “Beautiful,” Max said, his voice deep and husky with appreciation.

  She stood, vulnerable, as his eyes savored her nakedness for the first time. She was tempted to clamp her hands over her privates but the look on his face was clear – pure desire. No man had ever looked at her that way before.

  “Come here, Kate,” Max said softly.

  She took a nervous step forward. And then another. Until she stood before him.

  He stood up, and closed the gap between them. He hovered over her, his eyes looking deeply into hers. Sliding his hand around to her nape, he gripped her and pulled her to him, crushing her lips against his. His breath whispered hot over her face. His fingers slid higher, tangling them into her hair so his grasp on her was even tighter.

  And then, just as quickly, he pulled away. His breath rapid. His chest heaving. His eyes burned brightly, like emeralds set on fire, enough to make her burn from the raw heat emanating from them.

  “Do you have any idea just how much I want you right now,” he murmured.

  As she tried to formulate a thought, a knock sounded at the door. He reluctantly loosened his hold on her hair, and gave her a look that she remain where she was, before heading to answer it.

  Ignoring him, she picked up her silk blouse from the floor, and just as she was about to slip it back on the trolley came first, overloaded with food, champagne and long stemmed red roses, followed by the waiter who glanced her way. The look of shock and embarrassment passing over the young man’s face mortified her. Without a word, he turned and exited in a hurry.

  When the door clicked shut, she threw him a cold glare, but he remained impassive, watching her with a new intensity.

  “You did that on purpose.”

  “And you were told to stay put.”

  His tone and demeanour irritated her. “You bastard.”

  With a full grin in place now, somehow looking pleased by her reaction, he reached for the champagne bottle and poured. She watched the champagne rise in the Baccarat flute glasses, gold and frothy. “This bastard isn’t done with you yet.”

  His words reverberated to her core, from her crown right down to the center of her dripping universe. She looked into his eyes and the hard lust radiating in them made her lose her voice. She tried to speak but all she could manage was accept the drink from his hand.

  “Let’s make a toast, shall we?” He raised his glass and clinked the rim to hers. “To an unforgettable experience.”

  Sipping her champagne, she didn’t doubt it. He’d intended to use this trip, along with the embarrassing scenario with the waiter to make a point - she was his and his alone to do as he willed for the next three days. Had any man before him ever staked such a claim? No, her memory asserted. That alone pleased her beyond measure.

  Witnessing this side of him, experiencing him in this manner had the desired effect on her mind and body. She was prepared to let him do anything to her at that moment. Any wish, any request, she would grant him. There would be no questions or objections.

  “Come with me,” he said at last, taking the champagne glass from her and setting it along with his on the table, and held out his hand in invitation. Again, a slight hesitation shot through her, but ignored it. She took his hand and he gently wrapped his fingers around hers, leading the way to the bedroom. Once inside, he turned to look at her. “On the bed. On your back.”

  It wasn’t a request but a command and one that she obeyed without hesitation. And instead of joining her, he watched her. To her surprise he remained by the door, just staring at her body, and ordered her to remove the lace thong, which she did in a flash. He told her to spread her legs as he slowly began to move to the foot of the bed. She complied but he firmly commanded, “Wider.”

  Startled, breathless with anticipation, she spread wider for those probing eyes that shimmered with intensity, and the machinations and schemes behind them only added to her growing excitement. She knew there was something in store for her that she would not soon forget.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Again, she was so startled by his command, she couldn’t reply. She stared at him, her mouth open, a hot blush sweeping over face.

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  Her shock and embarrassment melted in the heat that radiated from him. She’d never been willing to do that with other lovers, always embarrassed by the intimacy of it. Before tonight, she would’ve cringed at the thought. But from the looks of it, or rather the look on his face, it was all about to change. He didn’t say anything, but his heated gaze said enough to have her breath growing shallow and the moisture between her legs increasing.

  “I want to see that beautiful pussy get flushed and hot and soft and juicy before I claim it. I want to watch you make yourself come.” His eyes were poised on her wet core. “Show me.”

  She couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak. She squeezed her eyes shut and did as he asked, awkward at first, but his need was so potent that it dissolved her inhibitions. She abandoned herself to his need and desire. “Your eyes open, Kate,” he commanded. “Look at me when you’re touching yourself.”

  A fierce, hot power swelled in her belly, in her womb. She played with the soft, secret folds of her sex, her body arching and heaving, offering him everything. His intense gaze making her hotter, taking her higher. She wanted to take him to the very edge of ecstasy with her, but he just stood there with absolute self control, watching. His eyes hungry, feverish.

  He rounded the bed, and perched on the edge of it. His fingers moved across her thigh and came to rest on hers. His actions were calm and controlled. He watched her, his eyes focused on her face, wanting to see what his touch would do to her. She trembled, he smiled. She moaned, he looked pleased.

  Holding her captive with his eyes, he asked, “Who do you belong to?”

  His question resonated deep, awakening something raw and primal within her being. In her lust induced euphoria, she surrendered to its power. Grabbing his fingers, unable to prolong the sweet torture any longer, she pushed them hard inside her oozing wetness and moaned. “You. Only you.” And those words launched her into orbit. She cried out and dissolved, shivering all over. Reality soon followed, and along with it, embarrassment of what he must think of her. Displaying herself like that. She felt more vulnerable than ever.

  Which had precisely been his intent.

  The effect he had on her was nothing short of mastery. She knew he wanted her on the edge – burning, shameless, vulnerable, hungry, a hunger that only he could feed. This wouldn’t be the last time he’d make her feel this way. For Paris, she knew, was just the beginning.

  ∞

  Without warning, Kate flipped him over and straddled him. Flashing him a wicked smile, she raised his arms above his head and gripped his wrists firmly into place. Her breasts so close to his mouth. He groaned. She beamed.

  “You want to lick the
m, don’t you?”

  Yes, he did. Looking up at her, Max noted the wanton gleam in her eyes. Everything about her in that moment intoxicated his senses. His cock throbbed in anticipation. His blood churned, making him feel more alive than he had in years.

  “You’re quite astute,” he teased. “And you’re burning so hot I can taste it. I turn you on, don’t I?”

  She shook her head in mock denial just to get a reaction out of him. “That’s not true.”

  “No? Then why are you so wet?”

  She narrowed her eyes, a look exasperation passing over face. He wanted to chuckle at her reaction. Obviously she didn’t want to be reminded that only a few minutes ago she’d been shameless. The memory of having her plunge his fingers inside her was something he’d never forget. It would forever be etched in his mind.

  “And why are you so hard?” she countered.

  He laughed. “You really want me to answer that?”

  “No. I already know the answer.”

  “Really?” sounding amused. “Then please enlighten me.”

  “I turn you on,” she replied.

  Indeed she did.

  His jaw grew taut, vibrating with tension as she trailed her fingers over the taut cords and hollows of his throat, over the muscles of his shoulders. Her touch was addictive, lethal. It took every ounce of will to restrain himself. Nothing prevented him from flipping her over and taking her. But he was enjoying it too much to do otherwise. He wanted those hands to linger on his body, to enflame, arouse.

  “Again,” he said. “Touch me again.”

  She released his wrists, and straightened her spine. Her palms lay flat on his chest. Beneath them, he felt the pounding of his heart. She dragged her hand across the wide plane of his chest to his shoulder down his arm.

  Staring down at him, he stared back knowingly into hers. Everything inside of him wanted to take her, press himself against her, mate with her, but he resisted the urge. It was her turn to feel him out, and he wasn’t about to rush her.

  She splayed her hands against his chest, leaned in and laved a nipple, slowly, and languorously the other. An inaudible sound rose from his throat, as her tongue travelled up to his mouth.

  “You’re trying to seduce me, are you?” he murmured.

  She lifted her head up and shot him a sly smile. “Its time you find out who belongs to you.”

  Max laughed. “Yeah? You think I don’t? I know what you really want. I’m the one who can give it to you. That’s why you’re here.”

  “You’re a bastard.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. His words, like cupids arrow, had hit the mark.

  “Am I?” he questioned, pleased with her reaction. “You want me above you. You want these arms to hold you down. You want me to control you. You want me to fuck you senseless, don’t you?”

  “You’re forgetting something,” she reminded him calmly, as her fingers slid down the length of his chest, his skin growing hot and feverish, until she reached the flat plane of his belly. “I’m the one on top now.”

  His muscles tensed at the implication. “For now.” He kept his voice low and heavy with the promise of what he would do when she wasn’t.

  Her cheeks flushed in response, and her eyes grew darker, deeper. He watched her as her hands continued to skim over him, moving closer to the bulge of his erection, which threatened to rip through his pants. She hesitated for a moment, looking uncertain and unsure of how to proceed. It was as if he could read her thoughts. Should she be bold or ladylike? The unsophisticated nature of her seduction made his cock surge against his fly.

  What turned him on even more was that she was unaware of her appeal or the effect it had on him. She was merely being herself, he knew. No pretenses, no agendas, no masks. Nothing but the need to please him. That for a man in his position was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

  She plunged her hand down his waistband, her boldness stole his breath. He groaned, as her fingers curled around the hard ridge of his cock. Pulling his cock from his pants, she gave a gentle squeeze, and caressed the skin with her finger tips. Every vein and every ridge. Feather light tips moved along the underside until reaching the head, then around it, over it. There was no rush in her exploration. In fact, he wanted her to take her time.

  Watching her closely, he wondered if she would be tempted to grip tighter. To pull at it harder. And did. The feelings that spread within him wasn’t just arousal. But lust. It roared so loud within him that it drowned out every other sound in his head.

  “Squeeze harder,” he instructed, his tone rough and controlling. Her hands grew bolder in response and he nearly lost it when she leaned down and took her first taste. A hot tremor shot through him.

  She laved the tip of his cock with her tongue. “You taste so good, so warm against my tongue.”

  Her words, like bolts of electricity, shot straight to his crown. He closed his eyes, absorbing the hot sensations rippling through him. “More,” he ordered forcefully. “Lick me more.”

  “Not yet,” she said, and yanked off his pants and threw them to the floor. Lying naked before her, it was her turn to savor him just as he’d done with her earlier. Her gaze roamed all over, caressing every inch of him with her eyes. She smiled. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured huskily and leaned down. The contact of mouth to cock sent his blood raging.

  Running her tongue along the underside of the head, she circled it, and licked every inch of it until it was completely wet. With mouth open, she moved along the sides of his cock until she reached the base, flicked her tongue over his balls, licked around them, and continued up his shaft along the underside up to the crown.

  “That’s it,” he said approvingly. A sharp hiss escaped his lips when she popped the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it. Just the head. Gently. Once. Twice. Then took him deeper. His groans urging her on.

  He watched her as she bobbed up and down on him, completely mesmerized by the vision she made. Had any other woman ever look so beautiful sucking his cock? With her hair spilling over her face, her breasts dangling and swaying as her warm and moist mouth strained around him, her knees pressing deep into the mattress and her ass propped high in the air, made him burn and ache.

  Placing his hand gently at the back of her neck, keeping her head still, he began to pump his throbbing cock into her mouth, wanting her to take all of him. His shaft hit the back of her throat and it drew a groan, loud and guttural, as pleasure sliced through him.

  She pulled back until he popped out of her mouth, then plunged back down. Over and over again she repeated the motion, gasping for air with each stroke. Max felt himself dangerously near the brink.

  “Fuck, yeah.” He increased the pressure on her neck as a signal to pick up her tempo. Every time she buried his cock in her mouth he trembled.

  “Who do you belong to?” she asked, replacing her mouth with her hand. She stroked, fast then slow. He was close, right at the edge.

  “What? What did you say?”

  “Who do you belong to?” she repeated, and delved down one last time, and he shook. He groaned, raw and primal.

  “You. I’m yours.” As the words shot out, he flipped her over, dominating every inch of her with his body. He didn’t make a move, not yet. He just pressed against her and let her soak in the depth of his control over her. She rebelled against his show of dominance and started to squirm against him. He looked into those hazel eyes, passion shimmered there, but it burned hotter now.

  He leaned his face in close and whispered against her ear. “I think its time I take what’s mine.” Reaching between her legs, he greedily palmed her sex. She was hot, wet and ready for the taking. But he wanted to prolong the inevitable just a little, fan the flames more.

  He slid his fingers over her labia, spreading the wetness that seeped from her pussy. She groaned and pressed against his hand, wanting more. He chuckled at her impatience, as he circled her clit, then rubbed it slowly, languorously, before sliding two fingers inside her. God, he
wanted to plunge his throbbing cock, hard as steel, into that smouldering heat right now. Waiting was no longer an option. Reaching for a condom, her moans filled his ears, and like music it seduced him, pushing him to the edge. Damn, had he ever been this eager to get balls deep inside a woman?

  “Please…” was all she managed to whimper before he thrust deeply into her, jerking a sharp cry from her throat. All the desire and passion and yearning that had been building within him over the past week became evident in every thrust as he tightly gripped her hips to sink deeper.

  The hotel room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the ragged gasps of breaths mixed with the whimpers and growls that came from somewhere deep inside each of them.

  His mouth hovered over hers, and desire bloomed in places he didn’t know existed. What was it about her? She made him feel things he hadn’t felt since, well, ever. He wanted to spend hours, days, weeks exploring every naked inch of her creamy skin, wanted to suck and lick her luscious tits while he fucked her in every possible position. But at the same time, he had the strangest urge to know her, right down to her soul, an odd feeling from a man whose interest in others, especially women, rarely went beyond the surface. Realizing this was perhaps more than a physical attraction, it spurred him on.

  Whatever finesse he’d hoped to employ vanished, lost, as he plunged deeper, swallowing her sharp, breathless cries into his mouth. He just pressed deep and held. For the first time in his life he wanted to feel the being of the woman beneath him, to bind her to him in ways that would forever be irrevocable. Such was the need, and from what he was sensing, she felt the same. Feeling overwhelmed, he began to move.