“Oh, Elizabeth,” he then purrs, his attention suddenly focused on my face. “You have no idea how incredible you look.” He then climbs up on the bed and straddles his legs over mine. I let out another sob. My whole body feels hyper-sensitized and the brush of his legs against me is almost more than I can bear. When he then lays down on top of me, pressing his rock-hard erection against my throbbing little nub I scream, and let out another cry of misery. This is too much. Is he purposefully trying to rub my nose in it? I cannot take another second of this.
“Tell me what I want to know,” he repeats, rubbing the outline of his cock up and down my horrendously swollen clit. He still has his glass of vodka in one hand, and he looks supremely pleased with himself, as well he might.
I shake my head, and my distressed look has nothing to do with my incredible acting skills. “I don’t know anything,” I wail. “I can tell you tomorrow, when they tell me, but I don’t have that information at the moment.” Another sob escapes, and another tear trickles down my cheek. Adie’s eyes are all over it, and in the next second his tongue is lapping at my face, while he almost inhales my misery. It’s weird, but oddly erotic, in an utterly fucked up, other worldly way.
“I love tears,” he whispers. “If we do decide to see each other again, and it’s probably not a good idea, I’m going to make you cry every fucking day." So much for tears. I can cross that one off the list.
“You’re not selling this to me,” I manage to choke. He just laughs, and his artful tongue laps at my face some more. I hope he chokes on my mascara.
“Believe me, I don’t need to. Life with me is ninety percent misery and ten percent euphoria. The ten percent is worth it, or so I’ve been told.” Dipping his hand in his vodka again, he then proceeds to paint my lips with it. He has no idea how much I need that drink, so I lick it off immediately. I am then rewarded with a slap for my troubles. It isn’t a hard one, but it certainly makes me blink.
“That wasn’t for you,” he murmurs, “it was for me.”
When he paints my lips again, I don’t make the same mistake twice. I lie there like a good little girl and wait for him to suck me clean – not that I have much choice in the matter.
Adie doesn’t rush to clean me up. He watches the vodka dribble down my chin and smiles in amusement when my face creases up. It is not a pleasant sensation.
“Open wide, but do not swallow until I give you permission.” He taps at my mouth, just in case I’m in any doubt to his intentions.
“That will burn if I have to hold it there,” I say petulantly. I don’t mind gulping the stuff down but hanging on to it is going to be unpleasant.
Adie presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing. “Exactly. I like to watch women suffer. Have I mentioned that?”
I swear, if I didn’t need him so much, I’d find someone to execute him first thing tomorrow morning.
“Open up, sweetheart, or I’ll go down for another tongue bathing. Your choice.”
I glare at him. “You don’t play fair,” I whisper.
“If I did, I wouldn’t be in this business,” he says, cocking his head to the side as his eyes dance with mirth. “Right, you have three seconds. Three… two… one.”
On one, I open my mouth wide. Burning alcohol is preferable to untold misery. With any luck I’ll get to swallow some of the stuff eventually.
“Fuck, Elizabeth. The things I am going to do to that mouth. Oh, you have no idea,” he breathes. Adie then sits up and grabs the bottle of vodka that is perched beside the bed. Throwing it into the air, he catches it neatly at chest height and then leans over me. Tipping the bottle slowly above me, it doesn’t take long before a stream of vodka enters my mouth. My first reaction is to choke upon the stuff, but I somehow manage to stop myself. Choking on vodka would be a very bad idea. Adie doesn’t stop pouring until my mouth is almost full – uncomfortably so. Thankfully, he doesn’t let me suffer for too long before he descends upon me.
The vodka kissing experiment is messy, unpleasant, incredible and heavenly. Adie drinks from my mouth like a man dying of thirst, and the touch of his lips is exquisite. I’ve been dying to feel him close to me all evening, and now that he is, I revel in the sensation, even though a path of fire is raging down my throat. With his hand under my head, he presses me up tight against him and does his best to suck me dry. I am too stunned to stop him. My body is in freefall meltdown and I wonder if I might orgasm from kissing alone. The occasional rub of his cock against my sex feels like it might set me off at any moment, and it’s keeping me heavily distracted. So much so, that I barely notice when all of the vodka has gone.
“You can close your mouth now, sweetheart,” he says silkily, tapping me on the nose. I want to punch him. “You’ll be on your knees opening it for me again later, but you can relax those jaw muscles for the time being.” Now I really want to punch him. “I hope you know how to deep throat because if you don’t, you’re about to get a crash course this evening.” Forget punching – I’m heading back towards assassination.
“What now?” I moan, almost dreading the answer. If he’s going back between my legs, I might pass out.
“It’s up to you,” Adie says, already moving down my body response. His eyes are cruel and merciless, and I know this will not stop until I give him something that he wants.
“Either you tell me what I want to know, or you can lay there and suffer the countless miseries of being my prisoner for the evening.” Adie’s head pops up from between my legs and he looks me dead in the eye. “To be honest, I don’t want you to rush with the details. I’m enjoying myself immensely. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Seeing you naked, strapped to my bed, and begging your little heart out for an orgasm is almost more fun than I could have imagined. You look adorable. In fact, you look so fucking amazing, I might have to take a photo.” He then gives me a cunning smile, as he reaches for his phone.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I spit. If he gets that photo, every time I ask him to do something unpleasant, he’ll wave the thing in my face. There is no way he’s going to hold that kind of power over me.
When Adie ignores me, and I watch him tapping buttons on his cell phone, I know I have to act fast.
“What if I tell you where James’ sister is?” There. That should be enough. I won’t give him everything he needs right away, but as long as I give him a few details, that should be enough to mellow him out for now. Why the hell didn’t I think of this earlier?
Adie’s eyes immediately light up, exactly as I thought they would.
“Now you’re talking. What have you got to tell me, poppet?” He then puts his cell phone back down on the bed and my exploding-volcano-style blood pressure dips slightly.
“I have her first name and the name of the hospital she works in. I have a source who can get me the rest tomorrow.” If she worked at a small hospital, that might be enough to find her, but The Royal London Hospital is not small. Besides, he’ll want to know her address. There’s no way he’ll want to kidnap her at work. There’s too much security around. Mind you, knowing James, he’ll have her surrounded. Work might actually be the better option.
“Hmm, I don’t know whether that is enough.” Adie looks at me cheekily and scratches his chin.
I give him a mocking smile. “If it isn’t, have fun trying to find out all the details by yourself because this is a one-time offer and I will require mind blowing sex to seal the deal or you get nothing.” I try to look fierce. It’s difficult when you’re naked, spread-eagled and tied up, though.
“You’ll break. If I go at this all night, you’ll give me anything I want.” The bastard looks smug, but I can see uncertainty in his eyes. He doesn’t know me. We haven’t spent time together and he has no idea what I’m made of, or what I can take. That’s probably for the best because I really am near the end of my tether, although you wouldn’t know it to look at me. Actually, perhaps you would.
“You know I won’t. I can be ju
st as stubborn as you are when I set my mind to something. You should know that by now. Right now, I’m calling the shots, and you can dance to them or not. It’s your choice. What I will say is this: If you continue tormenting me all night long, you will have a very unpleasant working week and you’ll have to do your own dirty work because you’ll get nothing from me. That’s a promise.” If I could cross my arms against my chest, I would. Unfortunately, all I can do is glower at him.
Adie sits on the bed, deep in contemplation for the better part of a minute. He’s clearly weighing up his options. Nothing we do is without risk and he’s wondering whether I mean what I say. In this case I do, although it will kill me to suffer another minute under his tongue.
Finally, he turns around towards me and I can see he has made his decision. The question is: What has he decided?
“I give you mind-blowing sex, you give me details. Some now, the rest tomorrow. Deal?”
“Deal,” I say, trying my best to disguise the massive sigh of relief that takes over me.
“Excellent,” he says, almost rubbing his hands together in glee. He then picks up his cell phone again, and a few seconds later. I hear a distinctive ‘click.’
“That had better not be what I think it is,” I say in my most dangerous voice.
Adie grins yet again. “I’m going to get that blown up and plaster it along the wall in my office if you don’t behave.”
Shit.
Elizabeth
“I’m still shoving my cock down your throat, and you’ll be required to beg for the privilege. Just so you know.” Adrien is now busy undoing his fly, and seconds later he shoves his suit pants down his legs. All that’s left is a pair of form-fitting boxers, and these fly off seconds later. I’m trying not to let this distract me from the fact that one of my employees has a naked photo of me on his cell.
“Adie, you need to delete that photo,” I say firmly. I still can’t cross my arms, and it’s beginning to bother me.
“In a few moments time, you won’t be able to remember I’ve taken it,” he says, as he struts his stuff towards the bed.
That’s what I’m afraid of. “Adie, play nice. I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to so far.”
“No, you haven’t. I wanted to know what I was going to steal from Leader. You still haven’t told me.” Err, good point.
“I’d tell you if I knew, but I don’t. We’ve been over this.” That was a fairly good recovery, I thought.
“Still doesn’t change the fact. I’m not deleting the photo. If you want it, you’ll have to come get it.”
My lips thin. “I’m a little tied up at the moment,” I grit. The first thing I’m going to do when he unties me is destroy that phone. I hope he’s not too attached to it because I’m going to either smash it against the wall or drown it in the toilet bowl. Actually, I’ll probably do both, just to make sure.
“So you are, and you’re going nowhere for the time being, so why don’t you relax and let me do my thing.” Naked Adie is now between my legs and my poor clit is bleating in earnest for the massive cock that is jutting up towards it, a mere couple of inches away. The big guy looks ready to play and I can’t wait to feel him sliding between my thighs.
“And what is your ‘thing?” I ask. I know I’m going to regret that question.
“This,” he purrs, and for the next two hours I am treated to an almost out-of-body, mind-blowing, and incredibly surreal sexual experience.
For starters, Adrien is already ahead of most men because he actually knows where the clitoris is. This is always a bonus. What makes him a little bit more special, is that he knows how to torment the fuck out of you, while working your mind at the same time. You want me to explain that? Fine. For the past ten minutes, his naked body has been on top of mine, and he’s been rubbing his cock up and down my slit, while whispering (in great detail) exactly what he’s going to do to me over the course of the next hour or so. He’s informed me that my first orgasm won’t be for at least another thirty minutes, mostly because he’s having too much fun tormenting me.
“Think of this as an audition,” he tells me. “If we want to try this again, you have to be able to take a lot. I can’t deal with woman who beg, plead, and bawl for me to stop at the first hurdle. I need a bit of a challenge. I want something I can sink my teeth into. As if to prove his point, his teeth then slice into my earlobe, and I groan out loud. Although it pains me to say it, I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle Adrien Dumortier. For the first time in my life, I’m fairly sure I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
As if in answer to his question, I moan. By this point, speech is beyond me. This is because he’s now started to dip the tip of his cock inside my heavily swollen entrance, and the feeling is blissful. My vaginal walls are desperately trying to clamp around him and drag him inside me, but he’s having none of it. Where does he get his will power from? Most men would have shot their load before rolling over and going to sleep hours ago. His staying power is phenomenal.
I can’t tell you how much I’d like the use of my limbs right now. I want to grab his shoulder blades and slam into him until I am seeing stars. My legs want to grip themselves around his waist and pummel him into my body, over and over again, until some kind of sanity returns. Alas, Adie seems to like me exactly where I am.
“Do you think I should fuck your ass today, or should we leave that for date number two?” he enquires, as his cock dips into me yet again. I have news for him. There is not going to be another date. From now on in, he is off limits as far as I am concerned.
He answers his own question. “Hmm. Maybe just fingers for today. It’s probably best we discover how tight you are before I ram it home.” How considerate of you. While you’re at it, Dumortier, please hurry the fuck up. I have never needed an orgasm this badly before. I had no idea my body could feel like this, and it’s a bit of a revelation, I can tell you.
“Oh, the sinfully depraved things I want to do to you, Elizabeth. I want to put you through hell and then watch you come out the other side.” Before I can consider what that means, his fingers move to my mouth. “Suck,” he orders, as they press firmly for entrance. “Make them nice and wet or the next part is going to hurt.”
I suck. Adie isn’t one to joke about stuff like that, and he’s just told me where they’re going, so I’m taking no chances. Circling them with my tongue, they are dripping with my saliva by the time he removes them.
“Excellent work,” he praises me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. As I’ve said, I can’t think at this point. All I can do is moan and give him a lust-crazed look which I hope he interprets as, ‘Hurry up and get the fuck on with it.’
Adie sucks my face off while his fingers disappear. I kind of know where they’re headed, and this should make me a little nervous, but I am too revved up to pay them much attention until they are banging my back door down and demanding entry. I squeal and break the kiss. I can’t help it. The feeling isn’t exactly pleasant.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve never had anal before?” Adie murmurs, shaking his head. He looks almost disgusted. It’s not my fault that none of my previous lovers have gone there. I never specifically said they couldn’t. Mind you, most of my previous partners did mention I was a little intimidating, which is probably why they thought they’d better steer clear. Adie has no such qualms, however. He shoots those fingers straight up there, and my body goes rigid in response. Wow.
Shaking my head, ‘no,’ I give him a slightly pained look. If he wants me to endure this, I will, but I’d rather not. My orgasm is so damn close now, and I don’t want any distractions.
Adie rolls his eyes. “We will have to rectify that very soon, poppet. I love tearing into a nice ass, and if yours is virginal, so much the better.”
Dear God, just fuck me already. Please fuck me. I can’t beg, I can’t think, and I’m slowly going nuts. If I’m not careful, one night with Adie is going to scar me for life. Badly.
While hi
s fingers pump inside my ass slowly, he lifts my chin with his other hand and stares at me. His fingertips flick a few strands of my blonde hair away from my face, which is by now covered in sweat. It’s the least of my worries. My whole body is pumped to such a degree I have adrenaline zinging everywhere, and there is nowhere for it to go. This man should come with a warning label – one of those toxic, hazardous to health ones.
“I know you don’t like the sensation, poppet,” Adie says, when I look at him mournfully. “That’s why I’m doing it. It will delay your orgasm for a little longer. Otherwise you’d just erupt at any second, and we don’t want that, do we?” We fucking do. We soooo do. I really, really do. Just let me come you bastard. I can voice none of this, of course.
“Can you feel my fingers stretching you?” Adie’s mouth then moves over my neck, suckling at my flesh. I let out a fresh groan. Yes, I can feel those fingers. All too acutely, unfortunately. “Imagine what it will feel like to have my cock inside you there,” he murmurs. God. I really don’t want to imagine that. It’s a beast. There’s no way that’s not gonna hurt.
“You should wear one of your tight little skirts to the office tomorrow,” Adie continues. “You have no idea how much I’d love to haul you up over my desk, spank that delectable little butt of yours, and then fuck that ass until you scream.” The imagery he’s placing inside my head is doing funny things down below. My clit just had a flutter, and he’s not even touching it at the moment. Now I’ve heard of tantric sex, but always believed that to be hype. I’m beginning to wonder. I bet there’s a good fifty-fifty chance that Adie could make me come without touching me at all. Jesus. I think I may have lost the plot. Maybe I should do this more often.
With his fingers still pumping inside my ass, Adie begins to enter me once more, but this time I am treated to the full length of his cock, not those annoying little tastes he’s been dishing out for the last hour or so. There is a marked difference. It feels fucking amazing. He is rock hard, deliciously thick, and he somehow manages to hit all the right places instantly. The first stroke has me gasping and I nearly come there and then.
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