Darien tipped the valet and held her hand as she sank into the low seat. “Darien, thank you. The steak was perfect, and the view…incredible. This whole evening has been overwhelming.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I’ve never had a bad meal there,” Darien stated. He looked over and saw her confusion as they headed in a direction away from her apartment. “We’re going back to my house.”
Sasha nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. They drove through the city to the foothills of the mountain where the houses began to be spread further apart and were much more expensive looking. About twenty minutes later, he pulled off onto a wooded driveway that wound for almost a mile before the house came into view. It was a beautiful two-story log home with lots of windows and balconies, and Sasha noticed two river rock chimneys on either side of the huge structure.
She looked around at the expensively decorated home as they entered the foyer. “Darien, it’s beautiful.”
“After the noise of the club, I enjoy the peace and quiet up here.” He led her to the living room and poured them each a glass of wine.
Sasha continued to gaze around the room. “No, Darien, I mean really unbelievable. I don’t understand why you would want to be with someone like me. Why aren’t you with someone like the women your friends are dating? I told you my background. I’m a nobody,” Sasha said quietly.
Darien frowned down at her. “Let me get this straight. You don’t think I should be with a gorgeous, intelligent, independent woman such as yourself. You think I should be with someone like Kate, who has the agriculture degree her father wanted her to get so she could go back and work at the family’s farm. Or Veronica, a former flight attendant. Or perhaps Melinda, one of our former waitresses from Dallas.”
“I don’t understand. They seem so comfortable around all this.” She swept her arm around the room. “I just presumed they came from wealthy families. You know, like heiresses or something.”
Darien laughed. “Oh, I’ve had my share of wealthy princesses try to trap me. My friends and I agree: they’re petulant, demanding things for the most part.” He gave a mock shiver of revulsion, his blue eyes flashing her a smile. “Give me a beautiful co-ed to spoil any day, even if she underestimates herself. Seriously, Sasha, you’re smart. You have a wonderful personality. You’re stunningly beautiful, and you have a bit of shyness I find irresistible.” A musical ring came from Sasha’s purse. “And now, you have a cell phone.”
Sasha found the phone and she slid it open. “Hello?”
There was silence on the other end and she held the phone out, looking confused. “Hello?” she said again. Still silence.
Darien held out his hand and she gave him the phone. He looked at the screen and burst out laughing. “You’ve really never had one of these, have you?” Sasha shook her head. Darien sat down next to her and he leaned over so they could both look at the tiny phone and he glanced up at her. “How were you planning on calling me?” he asked.
Sasha shrugged her shoulders. “I figured you would give me your number if you wanted me to have it.”
Darien laughed again. “Sweetheart, I’ve programmed the bar, my office, my home and my cell number in here. I put Liz, Beth, Angie and ‘Finnegan’s’ numbers in it for you too, along with the directors and their companions.”
“I was going to have Liz teach me how to use it tomorrow,” Sasha explained.
“Well, currently the screen says you have a message.” He pushed the button under ‘View’. “Let’s see what Liz has to say,” Darien suggested.
Sasha read the cryptic message. ‘Where 2 dnr? Hvng gd time?’ “Apparently it doesn’t have spell check like my computer,” Sasha observed.
“Texting is a pain in the ass, as far as I’m concerned. There’s a whole generation out there using cell phone shorthand. Mind if I reply?” Darien began hitting the little buttons on the phone. ‘Hvng great time. C u in a.m.’
Sasha looked at the abbreviated message for the second it took Darien to hit ‘send’, and it dawned on her that he replied she would not be home until morning. She felt her stomach flutter in nervous anticipation.
They sat on the couch and Darien showed her the basics of finding the programmed numbers and how to dial. When they figured she knew enough to be able to use it, Darien showed her how to turn the ringer up and down then put it on ‘vibrate’ and stashed it back into her purse.
They talked through another glass of wine. Sasha removed her shoes and curled up next to him, comfortably resting her head on his broad shoulder. He put his arm around her and was absently stroking her arm, and after a while he tilted her chin and kissed her. It was not the brief kiss like those he had given her before, but a sensuous, mouth searching kiss.
Sasha felt her muscles begin to pulse as she leaked moisture, and she tried to pull back. Darien put his hand on the back of her head holding her in place while his other arm hugged her close to him. Their lips parted and his tongue traced her mouth. She made no protest when he lifted her and carried her upstairs to his bedroom.
He set her down as they entered the large, darkly decorated room. Sasha hugged her waist, eyeing a massive wooden bed centered on the wall across from the door, while Darien picked up a remote and the lights dimmed.
She felt the slight buzz of her nerves, and she excused herself to the bathroom. Standing at the counter, she stared into the mirror that reflected a huge, sunken tub and a tiled open shower area in the corner. How on earth did I end up in a mansion with this gorgeous man? She tried to calm herself, ran her fingers through her hair, and then walked back into the bedroom. She had barely left the doorway, when she was embraced from behind.
“Game time, Sasha,” Darien whispered in her ear.
Sasha stood completely still and whispered, “Darien, I really don’t know what I’m supposed to…”
“Shh…just trust me, all right?” he murmured.
She nodded her head, already beginning to tremble slightly.
Darien released her waist, and a few seconds later his hands held a scarf in front of her eyes. While he blindfolded her, she opened her mouth to speak. “Shh…quiet,” he whispered.
Walking behind her he guided her forward, and after a few steps they stopped. She felt his hand reach for the hook on the neck of the halter and the zipper on the back of the dress and he pulled it down to her hips. He had moved in front of her, and she heard him sit down on what she assumed was the bench at the foot of the bed.
Sasha felt his hands on her waist coaxing the dress over her hips, and as the silky material drifted to the floor her trembling became more pronounced. Her pussy spasmed, and she recognized the liquid heat of arousal as it dripped onto her panties.
Darien’s hand brushed across the already tightened nipple of one breast, and she gave a little involuntary hiss of desire as her core muscles continued to contract. He dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her closer. The warm wetness of his tongue flicked across her nipple, finally sucking it into his mouth.
While his mouth worked her breast with increasing intensity, his hands began pushing the stockings down her legs. She lifted her feet to help him remove them while her hands remained clenched into fists at her sides.
Sasha was breathing little gasps of air as Darien taunted the puckered tip in his mouth with light bites. His hands lowered her wet panties and he reached around her, clasping her bottom for a moment, and then his fingers drifted towards her slick folds. Sasha’s legs began to quiver, and she lifted her hands and gripped his shoulders to balance herself.
Being blindfolded, every touch of his mouth and hands was intensified and there was no way to determine where he would assault her next. Sasha shivered in expectation when his hands spread her cleft and a long, tapered finger traced her slit, smearing her juices.
Just as Sasha was afraid her knees would buckle, Darien released her and she felt him stand up. He guided her over to the side of the bench. “Trust me.” He whispered the order, and Sasha nodded again.
He put her hand on one of the bedposts so she could steady herself, and she heard the lid of the bench being opened, and then a soft thud as it was closed again.
Darien came up behind her and she heard him do something over her head to the bedpost she was holding. A few seconds later he took one of her hands, lifted it over her head, and placed it through a noose made of some soft material.
She felt him slide down the loop that would secure her hand. He repeated the procedure on the other wrist, leaving Sasha blindfolded with her hands secured high on the bedpost.
Brian had held her wrists before, but he had never used anything to bind her. Sasha found this capture excited her, and she was stirring with slight agitation, nervously aroused and still trusting what Darien was doing.
Sasha heard a rustling noise and realized it was Darien removing his clothes, and her pussy clenched with anticipation as he came up close behind her, pressing his lean, warm body against hers.
A warm rush of liquid escaped her channel at the touch of his erection pushing into the small of her back. Darien nuzzled his head into her neck, hugging her under her breasts. “Trust me, Sasha. I want you to keep quiet.” Sasha nodded in silence.
He moved a little to her side, still holding her securely under her breasts with one arm with his lips resting just below her ear, and she felt his warm breath on her neck. “Thwack!”
At first, Sasha was startled, not understanding what was happening, and then a hot pain singed the nerves of her bottom and she realized he had spanked her. Hard. “Ow!” she gasped.
“Shh,” Darien whispered, and he massaged the stinging redness. Sasha quivered. “Shh,” he repeated, still holding her tightly to him. The massaging stopped as his fingers traveled back to her slit and spread her wet juices up and down her passage. On one of the travels, the fingers paused and exposed her clit to a few light strokes that sent a spasm through her trembling body.
The hand left her sex, trailed back up her bottom, and a few seconds later, “Thwack!” even harder than the first time.
Sasha’s hips rocked forward in response as Darien continued to pin her upper body against his, and the hot pain quickly followed. Sasha panted through it while the hand again massaged the stinging mark, and then left to fondle her sex again.
This time, after stroking her clit, two of his fingers entered her clenching, wet pussy, and Darien whispered, “Good girl.” Sasha felt his lips brush her neck with a soft kiss.
He sensed her tension and knew it to be a sign of confused denial. Again, he brought his hand down hard on her ass, and this time, as the stinging registered, Sasha began to struggle silently. Darien held her, kissing her neck and massaging the pain, urging her to accept the torment. As his hand traveled to the slickness of her slit, he entered her pussy with his fingers and used a skilled thumb to stroke her bead. Sasha panted, her muscles squeezing tightly at his fingers as she bucked lightly back against him, anticipating her impending climax. “Don’t cum until I tell you to,” he whispered.
Sasha’s body was quivering with need and her mind was a mass of confused senses, between the throbbing, lingering pain of the blows, the gentle seductive kisses, and the maddening stroking of her sex. Above all, without knowing why it was so important to her, she felt determined to follow his order. His fingers began a rhythmic thrusting, matching the stroking of her clit, and he smiled as her body rocked against him in time to the motion while he nibbled her neck.
Her contractions became tighter, more urgent, and he knew she was fighting her release. “Oh, god,” she moaned, trying to pull herself away from his strokes while clenching his fingers tighter.
He felt her crisis as she fought the spasms. “Cum for me, Sasha,” he ordered.
Sasha rocked hard into his hand, straining her bound arms, and her body convulsed tightly against his fingers. He felt her hot cream explode down his hand to her thighs while she moaned deeply and arched into him. Finally, the shudders subsided.
He stroked her back with one hand and her belly with the other. He kissed her again, and asked softly, “Do you like my game?”
Her head fell and she hung weakly from her arms. “I had no idea it could be like this.”
Darien untied her wrists and removed the blindfold.
Sasha reached her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss as they made their way around the side of the bed. She released the embrace long enough for them to get under the covers and, climbing on top of him, she rubbed her wet passion on his cock and straddled his thighs, guiding his thick shaft into her passage with one long plunge.
Reaching behind her, she fondled his sack while he rolled her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her pussy gripped his cock in its tight fist as she impaled herself with faster lunges. One hand left her breast and began plucking and stroking her clit, and her movements became more frenzied. She used one hand to brace herself on his hard stomach while the other stroked and squeezed his balls. As she headed towards another shattering release, she felt his sack tighten, releasing his seed, and they exploded together. When the orgasm’s quivering force ended, Sasha fell forward onto Darien’s chest.
He kissed her deeply, touching every part of her within reach, and then he pulled her close in a gentle embrace. She curled into him as they drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER III
Sasha was awakened the next morning by Darien trailing fingers down her side and over her breast. She smiled up at him, and reached up to trace the light morning stubble on his chin. “Good morning,” she yawned.
Darien kissed her forehead. “Good morning, Sasha.”
Her fingers tentatively felt her bottom. It was still a little tender. She winced.
He frowned at her. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, Darien,” Sasha smiled and cuddled closer. “Just confused,” she sighed.
Darien picked up the phone by the bed and hit one of the square keys. “Light breakfast on the south terrace.” He listened. “That will be fine.” He stretched and hung up the phone, ending the movement with an embrace around her. “Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
He rose, held out his hand to her, and she blushed as she slid out of the bed. Darien pulled her towards the bathroom and started the shower.
“Sit down.” Sasha sat on the built-in marble seat. Darien joined her, and the water from the wall jets sloshed over their bodies. “Sasha, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Darien. I’m still trying to understand all this.”
“Sasha, don’t spend so much time on the understanding part. Spend more time on the feeling aspect.” He put an arm around her and pulled her tight against his chest, feeling her trembling. “Are you okay?” he asked again.
Sasha began to cry, and Darien gently held her head and stroked the long brown hair trailing down the side of her shapely body. “Shh, Sasha, it’s all right. Honey, I need to know if you’re okay.”
Her brimming eyes looked up at him. “Darien, I’m so confused. Last night was incredible, but part of me is denying I should have been so turned on by it. I told you, I don’t know what to do and I don’t know how to feel about all this.”
Inwardly, Darien smiled. ‘So naïve, yet so willing.’ “We’ll go only as far as you can handle. Sasha, I care for you a great deal, and I think we both need what the other can give. If you’re not comfortable with my games, all you need to do is tell me.”
Sasha continued to bury her face in his side, and whispered, “I’m not sure I’m the one who will be able to make that decision.” She moved closer. “I’m scared.”
Darien kissed the top of her head. “Trust me, Sasha, and I will open doors you never knew existed. I felt your body quiver last night. You were scared, yes, but you were also extremely aroused. I need you.”
Sasha was quiet for a minute. “Please, let’s take it slow. I think this is something I need,” she admitted.
They washed each other under the warm water and Darien handed her a soft robe. Whe
n he took her hand she followed him out of the room to the end of the hall, where French doors opened to a beautiful view looking over the city with acres of trees on the foothills. A breakfast of croissants, jam and coffee was on the small table.
“How can you ever bear to leave this place?” Sasha asked.
“It is beautiful up here, but my home in New Mexico is my favorite.” Darien smeared some blackberry jam on a roll and placed it on her plate.
“You have a home in New Mexico, too?”
God, how he loved her innocent wide eyes. Darien felt his cock twitch as he gazed at her. “I have several homes around the world and then, of course, the directors have purchased places we all share.”
Sasha shook her head. Such wealth was incomprehensible to her. She chewed her lip. “Darien,” she said quietly, “this isn’t a world I’m used to.”
He smiled, and then laughed lightly. “Sasha, I have more than I probably have a right to.” He placed his hand on hers. “You have the summer off. Come along for the ride, and let’s see where this leads.”
Sasha looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “You won’t hurt me, will you Darien?” she said earnestly. “I don’t think I could handle it.”
“I’m not looking for a plaything, Sasha. There are plenty of young women willing to do almost anything for a chance at my wallet. You’re different. I want to get to know you, and I want to teach you to know yourself.”
They chatted through the rest of breakfast. Sasha told him about growing up with her grandparents and college. “I thought I wanted to go into business, but I’m no good at math. Sciences leave me cold, so I’m treading water with basic requirement classes until I can figure out a major.”
Darien discussed his upbringing and how he had met the men he shared the businesses with. “I couldn’t stand school. I barely finished a year at a local college, and that was the end of it for me. My father is a lawyer. God, he was furious when he discovered I dropped out, and he threw me out of the house.
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