by G E Griffin
“Right, so is this a ‘save the best for last’ kind of thing. Like teenagers making out?”
“That’s it, yes. We’re going to take our time while I show you what your body craves, persuade you and tempt you and seduce you with pleasure and desire, all without even getting fully naked.”
“Liam, you make it sound so… sexy… and… dirty and… freaking hot.”
“Then we’re already half way there,” I smiled.
I needed Seraphina to want me as much as I wanted her. I wanted her to be begging me to make love to her, not to be nervous or apprehensive, and although it was going to take every ounce of my self control, it was going to be an incredibly erotic journey getting to that point. I wanted, I needed to bind her to me as strongly as I possibly could, so I planned to use every seductive trick I knew to make it impossible for her to ever leave me.
This is what I felt driven to do. Not to just seek selfish, meaningless, sexual release as I always had up to now, but to create another far higher level of shared pleasure with Seraphina. To conjoin us, to meld us together in such a powerful orgy of mental as well as physical sexual ecstasy that no one would ever be able to break the link we shared, not even when we were apart.
I needed to cast as strong a spell over her as she had cast over me, so that she craved me as much as I craved her. I wanted thoughts of me to fill her every waking and sleeping moment. I needed to dominate her physically and mentally with need for me, for my body, and my body alone to fulfil the desperate needs that I was going to create within her.
I took a long lingering look at where her dress was undone to reveal the lacy white bra that contained her perfect soft round breasts, which were heaving because she was so aroused.
“So beautiful. You are so beautiful,” I murmured in awe.
I slowly bent down to kiss one nipple through her bra, while I caressed her other breast, before swapping sides, and repeating my actions. Her breath hitched as I sucked, and then nipped each nipple, still through the lace of her bra. She threw her head back and grasped my head between her hands as she groaned with pleasure.
“Oh God, Liam, that feels so good,” she moaned in a husky voice.
I lifted my head to see that her eyes were dilated with desire – desire for me, and what I was doing to her.
As I kissed her, I slid my hand down her body and very lightly ran the tip of my index finger over her the crotch of her knickers, just to test her reaction, to see if she shrank away from such an intimate touch. She didn't, in fact she instinctively arched herself towards my hand. It would have been so easy to carry on, take things further, but I resisted the temptation.
“Here endeth the first lesson,” I whispered, as I carefully did up the buttons of her dress, then gently stood her up and pulled her dress down while she leant unsteadily against me.
“Liam…I…” she stuttered, as she looked at me in bewilderment.
“Don’t want you to over stimulate you on your first lesson, do we?” I smirked, ignoring the desperate unsatisfied ache in my balls.
“I’ve been accused of being a cock tease in the past, but you are such a… a…”
“I think the term you are looking for is a pussy tease,” I chuckled.
Seraphina blushed deep red in embarrassment.
“Well maybe I wouldn’t have used that term,” she muttered.
“What word would you have used use then? What do you prefer? The waffley way some people just refer to ‘down there’ or ‘your sex’? Or maybe the correct medical term of vagina?”
She burst out laughing when I said that, but I wanted to get her used to talking about these things. I didn't want there to be any embarrassment or silly whisperings, and truthfully I rather enjoyed indulging in dirty talk in certain scenarios, so I wanted to get her used to the idea.
“Not vagina then. Okay, so what’s wrong with calling it your pussy? I think it’s rather a sweet word, and it’s what I like to use. Of course the dirty word is cunt, which is a very naughty word, isn’t it?” I whispered in her ear. “But sometimes it’s fun to be naughty, wouldn’t you agree?”
“You are such a bad boy, aren’t you Liam? I’m way out of my depth with you,” she sighed, as she clung to me.
“Don’t worry. Your own personal bad boy will always be here to rescue you. I won’t let you sink in the depths.”
Once we were both decent, I walked her down to her apartment.
“One last thing, Seraphina. No touching yourself to relieve the sexual tension I'm building. Do you understand? You are not to touch yourself in any way. Save it all up and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”
Seraphina’s mouth dropped open in shock, but she just mutely nodded her head before she disappeared inside. I went back to the solitude of my apartment, undeniably frustrated, but also immensely pleased with how Seraphina had reacted tonight.
Chapter 25
Seraphina
Liam Starr was a controlling bastard who played me and wound me up over that first weekend that we were together until I was in such a state of turmoil that at times I didn't know whether to kiss him or slap him. All I knew was that I couldn’t resist him, except that I didn't have to resist him because he always pulled back just as I thought I was finally going to get some form of sexual relief, although I still didn't know exactly what that relief would feel like, did I?
He’d forbidden me to touch myself, and he reminded me of that again on Saturday night when we parted, having spent most of the day together wandering around and exploring the Butler’s Wharf area. Then we’d returned to my apartment where I cooked us a simple pasta meal that he enthusiastically wolfed down. Then he started paying all his games with me again.
What was so annoying, what I didn't understand, was that I found myself unable to go against Liam’s order not to touch myself, despite the fact that tucked away at the back of one of my drawers in the bedroom, still in its box, was a scary looking Rampant Rabbit vibrator from Ann Summers that Abbey had given me last year on my birthday, to try and get me to experiment.
“It’s the same model I’ve got. I use it when I'm not seeing anyone and feeling a bit horny, or sometimes I use it to perk things up with a partner. Takes a bit of getting used to, but believe me, this is the best type of BOB there is,” she’d explained.
“BOB?” I’d asked in total puzzlement.
“Battery Operated Boyfriend. BOB. Never lets you down, never suffers from brewers droop, as long as you remember to keep some spare batteries to hand. And this one really isn’t that noisy, in case you’re worried what other people might think,” she’d told me.
I’d never even been tempted to take it out of its packaging before, and the only reason I'd brought it with me was that I'd been embarrassed at the thought of one of the boys finding it if they’d gone in my old room to clear things out.
Now I found myself looking at it longingly, desperate to ease this aching and tingling and craving I had in the depths of my…pussy. Liam made me use all sorts of words that didn't come naturally to me, but they seemed sexy and arousing when he used them. Somehow I knew if I went ahead and played around with BOB, he would know. He would also know if I spent too long in the shower relieving myself, or if I acted out what I wanted him to do to me in bed with my fingers. He was building up my tension like a coiled spring, and he knew precisely how tightly wound I should be. So I just had to suffer, as he well knew. Bastard. I bet he wasn’t holding himself back from some self love. Perhaps I should ask him. He kept telling me that he wanted me to speak freely, to ask him any questions as he was my sexual tutor.
That Liam had amazing self control was without question, even though he made no secret of the fact that he was extremely turned on during our making out session on Saturday evening. We stuck to his rule of keeping our clothes on, but when I let my hand rest against his fly, of course I felt his enormous erection.
“Do you like the feel of my cock? That’s what I call it, but is there another name you’d prefer
to use?” he asked me with a dirty smirk.
I blushed and mumbled something about not having any other preference, but I felt unable to remove my hand from this intriguing and fascinating part of his anatomy.
“So answer my question, Seraphina. Do you like the feel of my cock? Because my cock sure as hell likes the feel of your hand.” He slowly took my hand to rub it up against his length.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“Yes, I like the feel of it,” I squeaked.
“Then undo my trousers so that you can get an even better feel,” he ordered, his deep blue eyes blazing into me.
“I..err..I…” I stuttered, unable to tear my eyes away from his.
“You know you want to. You know you want to feel my length, to help you imagine what it’ll feel like when I finally let your pussy have my cock,” he whispered wickedly. “Because I know you’re soaking wet for me, isn’t that right, Seraphina? So undo my zip.”
I nearly combusted on the spot, but of course he was right. Bastard. I no longer cared or worried about how something that size was going to fit. All I knew was that I desperately wanted him inside me.
I slowly undid the zip of his trousers with a shaking hand, and then felt him through his fitted white boxers. He felt long and hard and massive.
“Yessss,” he hissed, as he sucked the air in through his teeth. “That’s it. Feel how hard my cock is, just for you. This will be my gift to you, this will be your reward for being such a good, patient girl. My cock is going to drive you wild with pleasure when you decide you’re finally ready to let me delve deep into your pussy,” he whispered, his eyes closed as I let my fingers explore.
“Can you feel all of my cock? And these are my balls, you mustn’t forget them, but they need a very special touch.”
He guided my hand downwards, and I found myself fascinated to feel their softness though his boxers. I really wanted to see what I was touching, but of course that wasn’t allowed yet. He was so good at this game. He was ensuring that by the time we actually got around to making love, I would already have lost most of my inhibitions. He was a brilliant teacher, a Master in fact. Oh my God. My Master. He was completely dominating me, wasn’t he? He was calling all the shots, each and every one. And I was loving every freaking second of it. It was the most exciting, sensual, erotic game I had ever played. It was a good job we’d agreed that I wouldn’t start at Starr Capital until Simon Draper left, because with my current scattered wits I would have found it hard to concentrate on my new job.
~*~
I insisted that Liam had Jamie round as usual for Sunday lunch, so when Abbey rang me on Sunday morning and asked if I was free to meet up with her at the Victoria and Albert Museum where she was heading to do some research in their Fashion Collection section, I jumped at the chance, preferring not to be anywhere near the brothers while they met up.
In some ways it would be a welcome relief from the intensity of spending several hours at a time with Liam, but I’d also miss him. How had this all happened so quickly? No, it would be good to get away and spend time with my best friend, I decided.
I’ve always enjoyed browsing round the V & A, so I was happy to tag along with Abbey. We were going to have some lunch there too, and it happily distracted my mind from what might be happening between Liam and Jamie.
Inside the museum, I put my phone on silent, then Abbey and I spent a happy few hours, gossiping and viewing the exhibits. I avoided giving too many details when she asked about the state of play between Liam and me, because I wasn’t ready to share the intimate details until I’d processed them further in my own head. Luckily Abbey picked up my reluctance and didn't push things. She knew me well enough to understand that I’d talk to her when I was ready.
It wasn’t until we were about to part company at around four o’clock that I took my phone out of my bag to check it.
“Shit!” I exclaimed. There were six missed calls and three text messages, all from Liam wanting to know where I was, each one more demanding in its tone than the previous one.
“What’s the matter?” Abbey asked.
“It’s Liam. He’s going totally ape shit because I didn't tell him I was going out, or where I’d be. He thinks I've been ignoring his calls,” I explained.
“Tough. He doesn’t own you. You really need to stand up to him and nip this kind of overbearing behaviour in the bud. Even if he did buy you a pair of divine Jimmy Choos, that still doesn’t give him the right to know your every movement,” she advised.
“I know you’re right. It’s just that everything has been going so well between us,” I sighed. A row with Liam would not be a pleasant experience, that much I was sure about.
“Start off as you mean to go on. He’s so used to controlling every little piece of his empire that he’s forgetting that you’re not part of it. Don’t let him walk all over you.”
“I thought you approved of Liam.”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean to say I can't see his faults. Just tell him you’ll be back when you’re good and ready, and let him stew for a bit longer.”
“Hmm, I’d best call him back, put him out of his misery.”
“Okay, hun, you do whatever you think best. Just don’t be a doormat is all I'm saying. Look, I've really got to dash, so I’ll see you again soon.”
“Bye, Abbey.”
I took a deep breath, then rang Liam’s number. He answered on the first ring.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“If you’re going to swear at me, I’ll just hang up,” I told him. I heard him exhale loudly.
“I've been worried about you.”
“Why? You were busy, so I met up with Abbey,” I explained.
“But why didn't you answer my calls or texts? That’s why I gave you with a decent phone, so that we could always keep in touch.”
“We were in the V & A; I had my phone on silent. It’s what you do in a museum.”
“But don’t you check your phone regularly, especially when it’s on silent?”
“Yes, and that’s how come I've seen your messages now. But while I was looking round I didn't feel the need to constantly check my phone. I knew you were occupied with your brother.”
“I got rid of him hours ago so that I could spend time with you, only to discover you’d gone missing without bothering to leave a message to tell me where you’d gone.”
“I wasn’t missing. I just assumed you’d be busy all afternoon, because I remembered that Jamie never used to get back from his lunch with you until early evening.”
“He couldn’t wait to get back to this girl he’s seeing, and I didn't mind because I wanted to be with you. I miss you,” he sighed. “I’ll be away on business again this week, so I wanted to make the most of this weekend.”
“Well, you didn't tell me you were going away, did you?” I argued. “You need to remember that I have other friends I want to see, so you can't just assume I’ll always be free and at your beck and call. I do have a life of my own.”
“I suppose we both have some adjusting to do. Look, I don’t want to argue. Are you on your way back now?”
“Yes, and it’s still early. I’ll be back in about half an hour I should think.”
“Come up to mine when you get back?”
“Fine. See you then.”
~*~
It was with some trepidation I stood outside Liam’s apartment, unsure of what kind of mood I was going to find him in.
He let me in without saying a word, so I silently followed him into his lounge. I was surprised to see him dressed in a grey Nike track suit with a white vest top underneath.
“This afternoon I hadn't got a clue where you were, when you’d be back, or who you were with. All I ask is that you keep me informed of your whereabouts, Seraphina. You didn't answer my calls or my texts. For all I knew you could have been in an accident. I was worried about you – is that so wrong?” He frowned as he towered above me with his arms crossed.
> “You worry too much. I was fine.” I frowned back at him.
“But I didn't know that, did I? I’m not a mind reader. All I'm asking is that next time you go out like that, you take thirty seconds to send me a text, so I know what’s happening. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
“No, I suppose not,” I conceded. “But you need to fill me in with your plans, or else how am I supposed to know you won’t be around much this week?”
“Fair enough. I’ll give you access to my schedule, then you can check for yourself. So we’ll both make more effort, yes?” he raised his eyebrow.
“Yes,” I sighed. “I guess neither of us is used to having someone else to consider, are we?”
“No, but I'm sure we’ll adapt and get used to it. Now, do I get a hello kiss?”
“You were the one who went off in a huff .”
Suddenly I was swept off my feet as Liam gathered me up in a great big bear hug and roughly kissed me. I was instantly caught up as his big muscly arms clamped me against his broad chest. He totally swamped me and overpowered me, and I loved that feeling. He will protect you. He is the one.
“I have to know where you are, that you’re safe at all times. Please don’t worry me like that again, hmm?” he whispered in my ear.
“I’ll try not to,” I promised breathlessly, wondering what he was going to do with me next, after the last couple of evenings when he’d driven me insane with his teasing sexy games. But he caught me out again, as he dropped me back onto my feet.
“I thought I’d show you round the fitness centre, get you signed up so that you can use it during the week while I'm away, rather than go out running on the streets by yourself,” he suggested. “When I’m here, I usually go down at around six every morning and spend about half an hour there before getting ready for work. Then I head into the office at around seven thirty most mornings. Now you know my London morning routine,” he grinned.
“Very impressive. I'm not in such a set routine as you. I don’t necessarily run every morning, just when I feel the need. It helps me to think things through, particularly when I’m working on an assignment and all the ideas are buzzing round in my head and getting jumbled up. I also find yoga very good for stilling my mind and letting go of stress.”