Starr Fated

by G E Griffin

  “Are you okay?” he whispered, as he gently ran the backs of his fingers over my cheek. I closed my eyes and leant into his touch.

  “No.”

  “No? What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” he asked in alarm.

  “I'm not okay. I'm bloody fantastic,” I grinned at him. “Is it always like this? Is sex always this good?”

  “Sex is only this good with me, Seraphina. And as you’re not going experience it with anyone else, I suppose you could say that yes, sex will always be this good.”

  “That’s a bit arrogant of you,” I commented, although to be honest right now I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to have sex with anyone but Liam.

  “No, it isn’t. I'm just stating a fact. We agreed this would be a monogamous relationship, so you won’t be having sex with anyone but me.”

  “Fair point, I suppose. So, umm…did we just make love or did we just fuck?” I asked him with a cheeky smile.

  Liam tipped his head back and laughed loudly.

  “I suppose you could say it was a bit of both, as it was pretty quick and intense. Both can be fun, depending on the mood and circumstances. There are so many different ways to make love, and so many different ways to fuck, and I plan on demonstrating each and every one to you.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I whispered, as I ran my fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head, and then pulled him down to kiss his lips.

  ‘Careful,’ I reminded myself. ‘Don't get too soppy and emotional with him. Don’t kid yourself he’ll be different with you. Never forget this is the ultimate bad boy man-whore you’re getting involved with. That’s why he’s so amazingly good in bed.’

  “So, anyway, I’d better grab a shower and then head off,” I forced myself to smile as I pulled away from him.

  “What? Oh no you don't,” Liam frowned as he caught hold of my wrist to stop me.

  “Liam, I’ve got things to do, as I'm sure you have too, so I’ll get out of your way.”

  “I do have things to do - spend time with you, so I certainly don't want you to get out of my way. Come, we’ll shower together,” he insisted as he got off the bed, still holding onto my wrist as if he suspected I was going to make a bolt for the door. He started leading me to the huge walk in shower.

  “Liam! Oh my God! Your back…did…did I do that to you?”

  I was horrified to see that his broad back was streaked with red scratch marks, and I suddenly recalled how I’d dug my nails into him when I’d been in the throes of my orgasm.

  Liam glanced at the reflection of his back in the huge mirrored door of his wardrobe and grinned.

  “Marked by my little sex kitten’s claws eh?”

  “I…I… don't know what to say. I’m so sorry,” I stuttered, mortified.

  “Don't apologise. It’s just proof of how good the sex was,” he shrugged, and then continued to lead me to the large and ultra modern ensuite bathroom, heading for the walk in shower rather than the bath this time.

  No doubt he’d had many scratches on his back before with numerous other ‘sex kittens’, I couldn’t stop myself thinking. Shut up, Sera. You can't have it both ways. If Liam had been a shy young virgin the same as you, the sex would have been terrible, so stop doing this. Just enjoy the fact that he’s very experienced. Go with the flow.

  Liam set about getting the water in the shower to the right temperature, and fiddled with some of the controls so that the water only came out from the side jets rather than overhead.

  “I like your hair in a plait, for some reason,” he said as he watched me unconsciously twirling the long braid in my fingers.

  “Maybe because it’s a very effective method of containing my hair, seeing as you said that you’re an expert in bondage,” I said, which seemed to amuse him.

  “You make me laugh, Seraphina. That’s one of the many reasons why you’re so good for me,” he winked. “There, the water is just right now.”

  As we stepped under the powerful hot jets of water, Liam reached for some shower gel.

  “This is actually meant to be unisex I believe, so I hope it’ll be suitable for your sensitive skin.”

  “I'm sure it’ll be fine. It’s only cheap nasty stuff I have a problem with.”

  Somehow I couldn’t imagine Liam using anything that could be termed as cheap and nasty, and as I noticed the Tom Ford label on the container, I knew I was right.

  Once he’d squirted some into his palms, I instantly recognised it as the smell of Liam, and I sighed as I thought I could easily get addicted to that smell. He stood behind me and then reached round to start washing my breasts. His large hands caressed me, and then suddenly squeezed and tugged my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I squealed in shock as I felt a spark shoot right down into my core.

  He was so much taller than me that he could watch what his hands were doing over my shoulder, and as he held me back firmly against him, I could feel his erection pressing into my back.

  “I like your lovely pert breasts very much, Seraphina. I like these pretty nipples too. So much fun to play with, wouldn’t you agree?”

  He tweaked my nipples again, and then squeezed my breasts together quite roughly.

  “There are lots of fun things we can do with these beauties, but not today,” he whispered, as he bit my ear lobe quite hard, making me squeal again. “Right now we need to get clean, that’s what we’re in here for, isn’t it?”

  He took some more shower gel, and then washed me all over, very thoroughly.

  “My turn now, you can wash me,” he ordered, as he turned me round.

  My eyes instantly fixed on his huge, erect cock. Liam grinned when he saw the direction of my fascinated gaze.

  “Please feel free to touch as much as you want,” he offered.

  I gently wrapped my hand around his solid length.

  “You seem to like my cock, don't you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. “I thought I'd be kind of scared because it’s so big, but I'm not. Especially…”

  “Especially…?”

  “Especially now I know what it feels like to have it inside me.”

  “You like that feeling?”

  “I like that feeling very much. And I like how velvety soft your cock is, and yet how hard and powerful it feels. I’d even say it really is rather beautiful,” I whispered, as I continued to stroke my hand up and down his length. Not that I was any expert, but I'd have said that Liam had the most perfect cock that I could imagine. And just for now, it was mine, it was for pleasuring me – only me.

  Liam closed his eyes and hissed with pleasure as I concentrated on the sensitive areas he’d taught me about yesterday.

  “I'm glad your artistic eye finds my cock so aesthetically pleasing,” Liam smirked, as he grabbed hold of my plait to tug my head back and then bent down to kiss me. “Now I know why I like your hair this way.”

  One of his big hands sneaked down in between my legs, while the other kept a firm grip on my hair as he continued to kiss me, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, our tongues dancing, matching move for move as they swirled together. Then his skilled fingers started working on my clitoris, matching the rhythm of my hand working on his cock. I could feel him circling me, stroking me, then suddenly dipping his finger into me, then stroking me and circling me again, all the while building up the wonderful tension. I found myself working even harder on his cock, wanting to match the pleasure he was giving me. Then, just as I could feel myself climbing ready to fly over the edge, Liam suddenly took both my hands and placed them round his neck before picking me up.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he urged, as he slowly let me sink down onto his cock, until he was buried to the hilt. Then he leant me back against the shower wall as he supported my weight by gripping my hips. Only a strong, powerful man like Liam could do this, and I loved it, I loved the brute force he was using.

  “That feels fantastic,” I breathed in his ear as I clung on to him.

  “
Your sweet pussy feels so fucking amazing,” Liam said through gritted teeth. He slid out and then flexed his hips to slam back into me again. He held me fast against the wall, where I was powerless to do anything but ride his cock.“It feels fucking fantastic to take you this way. You feel… so… fucking… good.”

  He kissed me deeply as he started rhythmically pounding into me, and his length seemed to be sliding against the most intensely sensitive parts of me, each of his powerfully deep thrusts ratcheting up another notch of exquisite pleasure. It was as if his cock was perfectly designed for me, the way it seemed he could bring me to orgasm so quickly and effectively.

  “Sweet Angel, are you ready to let go?” he groaned.

  “Yes, yes, please, Liam,” I urged him, as I tightened my grip and buried my face in his neck.

  This time when I climaxed I bit his neck, just where it met his shoulder, as the teeth marks I discovered afterwards proved.

  What was wrong me with me? It was as if Liam was unleashing some sort of a savage animal that bit and clawed her mate in the throes of passion to mark him as hers. Is that what I was unconsciously doing?

  ~*~

  Liam insisted on making me breakfast of poached eggs on wholemeal toast, as he remembered that’s what I’d ordered at the hotel in Kinsale, along with a big mug of steaming Earl Grey tea. But afterwards, I insisted that I wanted to return to my apartment, by myself. I needed some time to process everything I’d experienced, and I struggled to think coherently whenever Liam was in close proximity. A nice calming yoga session should do the trick to get my head back into some sort of order.

  “Neither of us is used to being with someone 24/7. It’s going to take some adjustment for both of us. We both need our own space. And anyway, I'm sure you’ve probably got stacks of emails and messages to work through.”

  “But I thought… most women…. they always seem to want me to spend more time with them, and yet you can’t wait to get out of the door it seems,” he said with a bemused look on his face.

  “Perhaps I'm not like ‘most women’,” I retorted frostily. “Perhaps I’m not like all those previous pathetic Barbie clones of yours who can't manage on their own without your company for a few hours.”

  “Whoa! Where did that come from?” Liam chuckled. “And I would agree, you are most definitely not like any other woman I've ever known, that’s for sure. Okay, have it your own way, but how about we meet up again later? We could go out for a nice brisk walk, have lunch in a pub, and then come back here? We’ll be going out later, because I have something planned for this evening.”

  Liam had come up behind to put his arms around me and was now nuzzling my neck.

  “Maybe this afternoon it’ll be time for some further tutorial sessions. I wouldn’t want to be accused of being a neglectful mentor, now would I?” he whispered in my ear, and I couldn’t help shivering involuntarily, wondering what he had planned for us next.

  “But going out together…isn’t that a bit risky, seeing as we’ve agreed to keep things between us under wraps? We’ve been lucky up to now, but what if we bumped into someone?”

  “I think the chances of us seeing someone we know are extremely remote. But I have no objection to remaining indoors with you,” he murmured, as he continued to kiss my neck. I knew if I didn't make a move away from him now, I’d be lost and unable to leave.

  “How about I make us some lunch? Come down to me at around one? We can decide then exactly what we want to do with the rest of the afternoon. Don't forget, I also need to talk to you about starting work,” I reminded him as I stood up.

  I was both excited and apprehensive about starting work at SCV next week, and I needed to establish a few ground rules with Liam about how this whole thing was going to work.

  “Well, I wasn’t planning to talk shop with you today, but I'm happy to go over anything you need to know.”

  “I just thought that seeing as you’ll be with Jamie tomorrow, maybe we should go over some points this afternoon.”

  “Who says I'm seeing Jamie tomorrow?” Liam queried.

  “It’s Sunday tomorrow. You always see him for Sunday lunch when you aren’t away, don't you?”

  “Not every week. And I only saw him last week, don't forget.”

  “Yes, but he’s your brother and you should keep in touch with him. Give him a call this morning, set something up,” I urged him.

  “Why is it so important to you? Are you trying to get me out of the way or something?” Liam frowned, only half joking I think.

  “Jamie’s the only family you have and you’ve always been very close. I can't stand the thought that I’ve come between brothers. I like that you look out for him. Blood is thicker than water and all that.”

  “Okay, I’ll call him a bit later. No point now, it’s far too early on a Saturday morning to get hold of him,” Liam sighed.

  I looked at the clock and saw that he was right. It was barely ten o’clock; Jamie would be dead to the world for at least another couple of hours – or alternatively he’d be busy in bed with this new girlfriend of his. I didn't really feel jealous, but I did feel worried about him somehow. Despite everything that had happened between us, I knew that he was basically a decent guy who just needed to mature and grow up, and my gut feeling about this Poppy was that she was a very predatory female. I’d just feel happier knowing that Liam watching out for his younger brother, seeing as he was so close to his finals, to try and make sure Jamie didn't screw up at the last hurdle.

  Liam followed me as I headed back into his bedroom to collect my overnight bag. The huge oversized bed with its very masculine dark blue covers dominated the room. He’d already tidied up, and all the vases of flowers looked just as beautiful in the daylight as they had by candlelight last night.

  I turned to him, reached up to put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

  “Thank you for such an amazing night, Liam. Thank you for making my first time so wonderful and romantic,” I whispered. “I’m a very lucky girl. It was everything and more that I could have wished for.”

  “I had a wonderful time, too, Seraphina. You’re a very special girl, you know that don't you? I’m the lucky one here, so very lucky that I'm the one you gave your virginity to.”

  He hugged me so hard that he lifted me off my feet, as he kissed me hard on my mouth before he put me down again.

  “Do you really have to go? Or shall I throw you on the bed and have my wicked way with you again?” he murmured enticingly.

  Somehow I managed to resist the Sex God, although as I sat alone back in my apartment with some of the flowers that Liam insisted I take back with me, part of me regretted not letting him seduce me all over again.

  I relished my solitude almost as much as I ached for Liam’s presence, but I knew leaving had been the right thing to do, because the man dominated me mentally and physically whenever he was around. I needed to recharge and reset myself to being the Seraphina who didn't need anyone else to get on with her life, because I must not become dependent on Liam. I had to be able to cope when he moved on from me.

  I switched my mobile phone on, and immediately a text from Abbey popped up.

  You ok? How was it? I'm here if you need to talk. xox

  I smiled. She was such a good friend to be concerned for me. I texted her back.

  Was totally amazing. xxx

  Abbey must have been waiting for my reply, because I got a text back from her almost straight away.

  Totally amazing? You lucky girl. I expect to hear all about it v. soon. xox

  I smiled to myself. Abbey was the one person I'd usually feel able to confide in, but right now I just wanted to keep it all to myself. Just for now, all the precious memories of being so deeply intimate with Liam were not for sharing with anyone else. That way, he was totally mine, in my memory anyway. No-one could take that from me.

  I wandered into the spare room study where my Mac was set up, and logged in to check my emails. There was one from A
oife, wanting to know how things were going with Liam. By ‘things’, she meant she wanted to know all the gory details, such as if we’d slept together yet, but I ignored her and didn't reply as I wasn’t ready to gossip and share. She said Nana was still convinced that Liam was my one true love, or some such drivel. Well, I’m afraid Nana was living in cloud cuckoo land, because Liam didn't believe in that kind of thing. Making love with someone didn't mean you were in love with them, did it?

  I checked the schedule of classes at the fitness centre, and as I’d thought, there was a Hatha yoga class between eleven and twelve, which fitted in perfectly seeing as I'd told Liam to come for lunch at one. So I quickly got changed into the loose yoga pants and baggy top that had been amongst the gym gear that Liam had ordered for me, found my yoga mat, and headed on down.

  The class was excellent, and I felt so much better afterwards, centred and calm, much more my old self again.

  As I made my way out of the studio, I was just running through in my mind what I could prepare for lunch, when I literally bumped into Scott Franklin, the fitness centre manager.

  “Hi, it’s Seraphina, isn’t it? I was hoping I’d run into you again, because we need to arrange your personal one to one gym induction,” he smiled, as he remained in very close proximity to me rather than backing off after our virtual collision. This close up, I couldn’t help noticing that he had a very hairy back and shoulders, and that he was also quite sweaty. Something about his whole demeanour made me feel distinctly uncomfortable, although I wasn’t quite sure why.

  “Oh, I don't think that’s really necessary. I've no intention of using any of the more complicated equipment, just the simple running machine.” I stepped back from him, but he just leaned in towards me as my back hit the wall.

  “I’m afraid the rules of the gym state that an induction covering every piece of equipment is obligatory - it’s to do with the insurance. And it has to be me who undertakes your induction, as I'm the only suitably qualified instructor. So why don't you step into my office for us to book some dates in for you?” Scott’s eyes were fixed on my chest rather than on my face. He was literally making my flesh crawl. Friend of Liam’s or not, I wanted nothing to do with him.