by Taylor R. C.
- Perfection and fit the right way in my hands ...
He said taking the two female piles in his hands, Gisele opened her eyes to look at him, and it was a shock of pleasure to see those eyes of such a splendid color reflecting satisfaction.
- Please do more than touch them!
- You are stoking a monster ... - His smile was nothing monstrous.
- Maybe I like it!
His growl was exciting, especially when his hungry mouth took her breast, licking and sucking, caressing the other nipple just to pay attention to it then, then starting to take turns, Gisele squirmed smiling.
- Delicious ...
James said fascinated by her breasts, tall, round and with pink nipples, which were now damp from him. That primal desire was taking over him for every sexy moan or smile she gave him. He kissed her flat stomach, going down until he reached his light pink panties, which he slowly lowered, as if he were opening a very delicate gift and that was it. He also found signs of the accident, and kissed a tiny purple stain on the bed, hating that it stained her skin.
- So beautiful, I'm sorry I hurt you!
Gisele swallowed and was taken aback by that soft and tender side of the Baron.
- James, please, faster!
- What a hurried girl ...
He whispered facing her femininity, then kissed her right there, pulling out a little cry from Gisele, then he held her more tightly and really licked her.
- Oh damn, please ...
Gisele was trapped on that table under his hands and being devoured as if it were a banquet that James had been looking forward to for a long time. Her tongue worked wonders, rising, falling and entering, paying special attention to her already very sensitive clitoris, inevitably leading to an orgasm that left her suddenly shaky and languid.
James smiled, walking away, pulling Gisele with him, laying her on the sofa closest to the fireplace, laying her on the sofa, then getting up, taking off his pants, watching that goddess in the form of a completely enchanted woman. He smiled when he saw her smile, when he was finally naked, then he bent, kissing, moaning when he felt the contact of her breasts with his skin.
- How are you feeling now Miss. Linsey?
Her smile was clear and sincere, very satisfied, as her hand slid down his back, caressing him, bringing him closer. He pulled away just far enough to face her.
- Very well, sir ... But I think I want more from you!
- I loved hearing that. - He paused. - I'm without a condom.
- I think we're past that phase James! - She said raising her eyebrow.
Without waiting another moment he pulled her onto his lap, leaving her straddling, holding her tight, kissing her neck, then a two breasts.
- Let's start where we left off!
- You stopped! - Gisele said with a giggle.
- Behave yourself! - He slapped her ass before kissing her. - Put me inside you, honey ...
Gisele felt cold in anticipation and did what the man asked, shivering when she felt the tip of his erection nudge her, then slowly she went down her body taking every inch of it and this one was even better, she was wetter, so she received it with much easier.
- James!
- Yes, oh fuck, you are so hot ... So beautiful.
She tested it up and down slowly, eliciting a groan from them, watching James's face turn into pure pleasure, smiled, loving to see him lose his grip.
- You too, Baron!
The man lowered his face, placing his mouth on her breasts as she rose and fell, taking both of them to the maximum of pleasure, but without really satisfying them. The man's hands were everywhere, caressing, conquering. Gisele increased the pace, riding, feeling filled and never satiated, at one point James threw her on the couch without withdrawing from her, covered her body with his hands resting on the side of her head, then began to dictate the new, primitive, possessive rhythm as he kissed her hard.
- Call my name ...
He whispered in her ear, panting, hiding his face in her neck as he moaned when Gisele gave him more access to take her, sliding his hands down his back feeling the defined muscles flex with the effort. She was just as or more lost in pleasure and would do anything to have more of that magnificent man.
- James ... James!
Staring at his face, she saw features reflecting pleasure, but it was more than that, yet she couldn't say what it was at that moment, not when she was so absorbed in what they were doing. Her body suddenly trembled, and then everything eclipsed, a terrifying orgasm took her and yet James didn't stop, he continued at the same pace, prolonging her pleasure, until he reached his own, whispering her name, burying his face in hers. neck.
The weight of his body fell on her, trapping her, but enveloping her in an ethereal atmosphere, Gisele liked to see the Baron clearly succumbed and because of her, she smiled, caressing the muscles of his back, still tensed, withdrew from inside her. , but she continued to hug her, something that strangely pleased her, since she was never a woman to let herself like that post-coitus sticking.
- Am I crushing you? He asked in a lazy voice.
- It is still bearable ... - Gisele realized that she exhibited the same tone.
James kissed her neck, taking her face, meeting those extraordinary eyes that resembled green grass in autumn, his favorite time, he couldn't help but be fascinated. He took his hand to her cheek, caressing, tracing the eyebrow that was always arching, but that now relaxed, enjoying the moment after an incredible sex, later he would have time to regret being a son of a bitch as he always said.
- I think if I could get lost in your eyes, they are stunning!
Gisele was taken by surprise by that kind Baron, it wasn't exactly what she was expecting, in fact for the first time she didn't know what to expect, that man was too unpredictable when he wanted to. She smiled, letting her hands continue the caress that went up to his hair, so soft and full.
- My eyes are nothing compared to yours ...
- Blue is overrated, baby.
The tender touch of how he called her left Gisele uncharacteristically satisfied, she lifted her lips, brushing against him, until she kissed him, this time the thing seemed different from all other times, it was calm and slow, appreciative, there was no rush. . James smiled, nibbled on his bottom lip, then pulled away.
- Do you want to stay here or go to your bed?
She looked at the fire in the fireplace for great room service, then looked at a very approachable, easygoing James.
- Here, for sure!
The sound of his laughter was good, he got up almost making Gisele complain.
- I'll be right back, stay there!
Gisele waited, distracted when she watched the Baron walk around the room, completely naked, thinking that the guy looked like some very perfect God. The torso was absolutely muscular, the thighs powerful and a divine ass which he was sorry he hadn't tightened. He left the room, but returned without delay bringing the bed duvet and pillows, threw it in front of the fireplace and went back to get it.
- Who knew I could be nice!
She commented as he laid her down in that little nest and snuggled up next to her, curling them up, letting her lie on his chest.
- I'm a tramp, make no mistake ...
James did not lie, he believed that, but he would not take credit any more because Gisele was laughing and her small body vibrated against his, making him think that there was something still good in the world, but inevitably he would have to lose.
- So you can continue to be that kind bum, I like him!
Her hands traced his chest up and down over his heart, he closed his eyes, absorbing, recording, because he had forgotten how good it felt to be touched.
- Not so much tomorrow. - He was categorical.
- As well?
Gisele rested her face on his chest, staring at him, her eyes were closed, but she opened it and let a more serious expression take over her face.
- I'm going to disappear ... I'm sorry!
- I was waiting for this ...
In fact, yes, Gisele hoped, whatever it was that made James so aloof would not just disappear for one night of sex, in fact, she would have to work even more on it, but she felt that she had made progress.
- Aren't you going to send me away?
- No, you're a good pillow! - His laugh was almost resigned.
- At least that ...
He kissed her hair, Gisele snuggled into him, feeling her eyes heavy, wanted to stay awake, but started to find it very difficult to get. James started a series of caresses that went from the back of his neck to the middle of his back, then went up, braiding the side of his body, brushing his breasts, it was delicious, soothing.
- Am I going to wake up without you? - At one point she whispered.
- Probably sleep now!
And then Gisele really slept in the arms of the Baron of Blackcastle.
Chapter 07
When the Baron entered his house the sun was beginning to rise and obviously Pottes was already standing waiting for him at the east entrance.
- Good morning, Sir. Blackcastle!
A good day, a good life, a good thing was the last thing James would have. He looked at his butler with the faces of few friends and continued on his way in silence, but he was followed.
- Would it be a bad time to let you know that you already have visitors? He asked behind his back.
James stopped, frowning, not enjoying knowing that he had someone, his first thought was of Gisele, but that couldn't be possible, she was sleeping soundly when he left her alone in front of that fireplace. He turned to his butler with an even more dissatisfied countenance.
- Spit it out, Pottes, I want to fill my face!
- Sure. - There was disdain in his voice. - It's Mr. Anderson, he arrived last night by the way!
- Since when is Jack visiting? He snorted.
He turned again and headed for his office, where he knew he would already find the little guy who had spent the night at the mansion, which he disliked, especially since Pottes left. As soon as he opened the living room doors he found Jack sitting at his desk with his feet on the table.
- Look at the stallion, I thought I should wait up for you, to defend me, you know? - He smiled a little. - I know you don't like me sleeping here!
James really wanted to take out the anger he was feeling, of himself and the world, he thought he could easily make Jack his punching bag if depending on his next words.
- Get off my desk and pray that I think what you have to say is important or you will be beaten.
- Wow what a bad mood for those who slept outside!
He at least left the table, going the other way, passing far away from Baron.
- You have two seconds, Jack!
- Jesus, you are intractable. - He grunted with a grimace, but hurried to continue his story. - One word, Italians!
It attracted James' attention more than it showed. He took a breath putting his hands in his pants pocket, taking a deep breath, as he stared at Jack from across the room.
- Mafia or factions?
- Mafia royalty actually, the Bertinelli stuck with the Summers, their monthly shipment was not delivered and there was no sign of the serious Italians, so they turned to me, or rather, you!
James moved, running a hand over his beard, walking a short space, thinking. The Bertinelli were the most powerful family in Italy for commanding one of the cruelest mafias in the world, their jobs were spread from the hotel chain to selling arms, people and whatever else those sons of bitches could do to maintain the criminal empire. They had loyal customers in various parts of the world, including London, but that was also the territory of another merchant.
- What does Summers want? - Finally asked, stopping, looking at Jack.
- High caliber weapons, grenades, the usual ... But on a large scale.
- What is the comment of the sewer rats regarding this lack of Bertinelli?
- It may have something to do with his niece is in the American newspapers.
- What do you call the angel of death? He raised his eyebrow.
- They say yes, but who can say? I never saw the angel from the front and I don't even want to, God forbid!
- Have more balls. - drew James sitting behind his desk.
- You didn't see what I saw in Italy, what this angel did, nor will you want the description!
He was referring to the period he worked with the Italian factions, before leaving there and then being recruited by the organization which the former Baron of Blackcastle presided over. One thing James knew, was that the mobsters, angels of death, none of them were trustworthy and should be left in their corners, so their business went well. Let the lions decimate themselves, fill up, there would always be something left to be used safely.
- Let's take this delivery, make it clear that only this one, because I don't want any of these Italians saying that we are taking their land.
- All right, however you want!
- Also find out what's going on, it's good to be informed!
Jack smiled in agreement then turned to leave, but stopped and James didn't like it, least of all when he gave him that resigned look.
- I'm happy to see you coming out of the darkness.
- Don't count on it, I can't leave something that is part of me, now get out of here, we have business to take care of.
- I'm still happy. - He shrugged. - We all care about you!
That said, he left and James let his posture relax, running his hand over his face, finally letting himself fall from the hard shell he created around himself to survive with his sins. He was Baron of Blackcastle for everyone, but deep down he just wanted to be James Watts, son of an Irish doctor who fell in love with a Londoner, he wanted to be the boy who was up to seventeen, before his parents died, before he found out the ugly side of the world, before he began to be shaped to take on an organization that would destroy his life, if he had known what he would have ended up in, he would never have accepted to be Ernest Blackcastle's heir, seventh Baron.
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Gisele slowly opened her eyes, after passing her hand beside her and finding the space empty, when she sat pulling the sheet to cover her naked body she looked around and there was no sign of the Baron except for a tray on the coffee table. yes, the same one he used last night, the memory made a smile spread across her lips before she even realized it.
She crawled over there to find a simple breakfast, but what caught her attention immediately was the card supported by a flower-shaped origami, Gisele took them both, looking at the delicacy of that folded tissue paper, that smile on her face. His face widened, and accompanied by an imminent desire to kiss that Baron, who was beginning to reveal himself as a man full of interesting facets. Opening the card that was folded in half, finding his firm and austere handwriting.
"I want you to know that you were the last dream for my soul".
Take care!
James.
It was a quote from Charles Dickens, Gisele swallowed, he really seemed to be saying goodbye. She took a deep breath, had to talk to Benett, it was time to put the second part of the plan into action or else James could slip through her fingers, he could feel it happening, and he didn't like the feeling. He got up quickly, looking for his bag, found it on the floor, picked up his cell phone and called his partner who answered on the second ring.
- Save me details, just tell me the crucial! - he said in a disgusted voice.
- Get me a job placement in a museum or anywhere that works with art, for yesterday ...
- Why this urgency? - His tone changed, becoming serious and pragmatic, vaguely concerned. - Didn't things go as we wanted?
"They almost left, if the Baron wasn't so hardheaded ..." she sighed in frustration. - Call me in two hours with that ready Benett, I'll be with him, at least I think, so I want to give the news first hand.
- You
can always lie, you know? I still don't have that placement for you, even though I had a great idea ...
- Give your way to get it for yesterday, I need truthfulness, I feel that I will be investigated thoroughly after that!
Benett's grumpy grunt did not intimidate at all, after all she was demanding so much for both their sakes, not just his, so she knew he was going to be reasonable and find a way to do it.
- Damn, you make things complicated, I thought we would have a few days ahead.
- I thought so too, but plans change, so turn around. Goodbye!
Gisele hung up the phone and went back to the living room, picking up her origami flower with the card and going to the bedroom, she had to get ready and look stunning because she would have to make a final dash on Blackcastle in a way that left no chance escape.
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That could not be called even a [15]Brunch, but James was still very pleased, as he had everything he needed and was a bottle of Scotch whiskey older than all Blackcastle, along with a jar of chocolate bars. He laughed at himself, maybe he was a little drunk, just a little .... He said, he refilled his glass and threw the rest of the candy in his mouth just as he heard the discreet knock on the door.
- Go away! He growled with his mouth full.
Obviously his order was not fulfilled, the door opened, he reached for a silver ball, paperweight on the desk in his office which had been the place he chose to languish that day. James would play in Pottes and he would not be a bit sad if he hit the man's head, he had given express orders that he wanted to be alone, he lifted the object ready to make it fly, however, he managed to hold it between his fingers, because it wasn't her butler who came in, it was Gisele.
If there was still any chance that she would think the Baron was not crazy, had she lost herself after seeing him with his hand raised ready to throw a table-paper weight? Yes, it was and that would do a great deal of damage if it hit someone, at least the guy dropped his damn hand, staring, he looked a little puzzled, she took advantage of it and went into the office at once. Pottes had allowed him to enter the mansion, but he was categorical in saying that it was not good to go to the room where James was, only after much insistence did he show the way and had said the following words, letter by letter: “It will be up to you and risk yours now, Miss. Linsey ”, now she understood why.