He brought out a small jewelry box and handed it to her. “I had this whole speech prepared. But then I decided I wanted it to be spontaneous, not like I was rehearsing a part in a movie or something. Because I want everything between us to be real.”
She lifted the lid and a huge diamond ring twinkled under the light from the street lamps.
“This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,” she whispered. Then she burst into tears.
He touched her cheek. “Please don't cry, darling. Just say you'll marry me.”
She laughed through her tears. “I never thought I'd get proposed to while sitting naked in a limousine. This will be a funny story to tell our grandkids. On second thought, maybe we'll just keep it to ourselves.”
“Does that mean you'll marry me?”
“Of course, I will!” She threw her arms around his neck. “How can I turn down the opportunity to meet your horses?”
He chuckled. “Will you please be serious?”
Chapter 35
Larissa stood at the window staring out at the skyline of New York. The city was exquisitely beautiful as it shone in the darkness, almost like a fairytale kingdom made up of sparkling lights.
Sean stood behind her and slid his arms around her waist. He cupped her full breasts as he softly kissed the back of her neck.
Her nipples grew hard as he stroked them. She found herself impatient to get this gorgeous man into her bed.
She sighed with pleasure. “Did you like the costume I wore in the movie?”
“That black leather thing? I loved it.” His lips roamed across her shoulders. “And I especially liked the leather boots. It's a shame Ian is the one who got to enjoy that outfit. I wish it could've been me.”
“Really?” She turned to smile at him. “Would you do me a favor? Put on your pilot's uniform while I change my clothes.”
“My uniform?”
Before he could finish the thought, she picked up one of her suitcases and carried it into the bathroom.
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Sean felt aroused as he dressed in his uniform. What did his sexy lady have in mind?
The bathroom door opened and she stood silhouetted in the doorway. This wasn't Larissa, but the character Genesis from Primal Urge. She was dressed in black leather from head to toe. It was the same dominatrix outfit she'd worn in the film. Her shiny, black boots came up to mid-thigh. And her hair! It was long and lush and fell to the middle of her back.
“I like your hair.” It was all he could think to say.
She giggled. “It's not my hair; it's a wig.”
“Then I like your wig. Where did you get that outfit?”
“I asked the director if I could have it as a keepsake, and he agreed.”
“You look so hot and sexy.”
“So do you. I get turned on when you wear your uniform.”
“Do you?”
“God, yes. You're handsome and powerful, like a Greek god come to life.”
He laughed. “There's that imagination again.”
She lit the scented candles which lined the top of the dresser. “Do you remember the scene in the movie when Genesis met Rourke in the brothel while pretending to be a hooker?”
“How could I forget it? I haven't seen anything so erotic in years.”
She walked around the room switching off the lights. The room now seemed exotic and mysterious, and no longer familiar.
“If you recall,” she continued, “Genesis was very dominant toward our hero in the beginning.”
Sean craved her gorgeous body as he watched her sensuous movements. The black leather bustier and matching thong left most of her flesh exposed. And those boots—
“I'm Genesis,” she said softly, “and you have a plane to catch in an hour. We don't have time for chit-chat.”
“Whatever you say, Genesis.”
“Genesis liked to be in charge until our hero turned the tables on her.” She gave him a provocative smile. “Can I be in charge for awhile?”
“For a little while.”
“That's right.” She ran a scarlet fingernail down his cheek. “Because then I need a strong man to overpower me.”
His erection grew until it was almost painful. “You're driving me crazy, you know that?”
He reached out to touch her, but she stepped away from him.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?” She frowned. “You men are all alike, aren't you?”
“Then tell me what I'm allowed to do.”
She tossed back her hair, and for a moment she seemed like a stranger to him.
She perched herself on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. He admired the length of thigh which was visible above her boots.
After a moment she said, “You can touch my boots.”
He knelt in front of her and put a tentative hand on the leather. He massaged her ankle and then stroked her calf. Moving his hand up, he felt the softness of her thigh.
“No.” Her voice was firm as she removed his hand. “I didn't give you permission to touch my skin.”
“May I touch you?” He longed to feel her flesh beneath his fingertips, and her refusal made him want it more.
She smiled. “Perhaps if you do everything I tell you.”
He swallowed. “What would you like me to do, Mistress Genesis.”
She patted his head. “Very nice. You remember how I like to be addressed.”
He frowned. “I don't think I'm cut out for this submissive shit.”
“I'm sure you're not because you're always the dominant one, aren't you?” She swept the heel of her boot over his crotch. “But tonight you're my slave, and you'll do whatever I say.”
He inhaled sharply. “For now, I'll do whatever you say.”
“That's better.” She rubbed the sole of her shoe against his erection, and he couldn't control the groan which escaped his lips.
“I think you're ready now,” she purred.
“Ready for what?”
“I want you on that bed, Captain Merrick.”
He moved to the bed and then lay across the silk sheets. She straddled his body with her own as he clamped his hands on her hips.
“No, no.” She shook her head.
“Sorry, may I have permission to touch you?”
She moved her hips and rubbed her body against his erection. “Let me think about it.”
“Please,” he begged. “Larissa, Genesis, I can't take much more of this.”
“But you will take it. Because I'm in charge, aren't I?”
She reached for his uniform cap and put it on her head. “How do I look?”
“Good enough to eat.”
“That's the right answer.” She slowly removed his tie and then held it between her hands. “Have you ever been restrained?”
“You know I have.”
“Then perhaps we'll try something different.”
She tied the material around his eyes. “I'm going to blindfold you and then my friends and I are going to tease you. There are three of us here since you seem to like your women in threes, which means you won't know who's touching you.”
She ran her fingers down the front of his shirt as she slowly unbuttoned it.
“And which lady are you?” he asked playfully.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“Sorry, Mistress Genesis.”
“Actually that was Jada. Too bad you're blindfolded because she's sucking on my nipple right now.”
“Oh God.”
She unzipped his pants and released his huge erection.
“Brandy is about to suck your dick. She thinks you're gorgeous, and I'm fucking her with a dildo at this very moment.”
Her lips slid up and down his penis as she gave him light teasing kisses.
“More,” he begged. “I want you to take me into your mouth.”
“You want? Sorry, a slave doesn't have the privilege of demanding anything.”
“Please may I?”
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�All right. Since you're asking so nicely.”
Then her mouth was on his swollen dick as she sucked him with enthusiasm. He tried to think of anything to distract himself so he wouldn't come too quickly. Her mouth was giving him such exquisite pleasure he thought he might shatter into a thousand pieces.
Then she took off the rest of his clothing and slid her hands up and down his chest.
“Such a hot man,” she said. “Why would you ever need to visit a brothel?”
“Maybe I was looking for someone like you.”
“I'm removing your blindfold now. My friends are busy fucking other men, but I'm still here to please you.”
She pivoted her body until her gorgeous backside faced him. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
“May I—” He found it difficult to speak in complete sentences.
“May you what?”
“May I take off this little thing?”
“My thong? I suppose so.”
Sean ripped at the velcro and the small piece of leather slipped off her.
“I want to eat your pussy.” His voice was a tortured whisper. “May I?”
“I give you permission.”
He pulled her towards him and then tasted her sweet pussy and the scent of her arousal. He stroked the leather of her boots, loving the feel of the material beneath his fingers. He licked her greedily as he ran his tongue over her swollen clit.
He slid a finger into her, but then she moved away from him. A moment later, she stood on the other side of the room.
“What are you doing?” he asked in confusion.
“Don't you remember the movie?”
He didn't know what the hell she was talking about. Then he remembered that Genesis had tried to leave the brothel, but Ian's character had overpowered her.
“Where the hell do you think you're going?” He recalled the dialog from the film. “I paid for an hour and it's barely been fifteen minutes.”
Her voice was firm. “I want you to leave.”
He stood up from the bed. “I'm not going anywhere, Genesis.”
Her eyes gleamed with excitement, and she had never looked more desirable.
She slid her tongue over her full lips. “I want you out of here.”
Sean pushed her against the bathroom door, pinning her arms above her head. His erection strained against her bare flesh. “And I said I'm not going anywhere.”
Her voice was a seductive whisper. “I'm calling security.”
“You won't do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because you want me to fuck you. Admit it.”
He scooped her into his arms and then threw her on the bed just as Ian had done in the film. Then he straddled her waist as she pretended to struggle against him.
He ripped the bustier off her body and then clamped his hand over her large breast. He took one of her erect nipples into his mouth and sucked on it.
“I don't want you.” She mimicked the line from the film, even as she moaned with pleasure.
“Well, you're going to have me whether you like it or not. You took my money, didn't you?”
He thrust his dick into her and she was so wet he nearly came right then. Then he pulled her on top of him.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
She threw back her head and closed her eyes as she rode him with enthusiasm. Waves of excruciating pleasure washed over him as he stared at her beautiful face.
Suddenly, she got off him and crawled to the edge of the bed.
“No! I want you out of here.” Her voice turned cold. “How can I forget you're the man who robbed my father of his fortune?”
He grabbed her and pulled her towards him. Then he rammed himself into her again.
“Oh God, that feels so good!” she cried.
“That line isn't in the movie.”
“I don't care.”
“You still want me to stop?” He pulled out of her and then thrust himself roughly into her again.
“No, I want you to fuck me harder.”
He chuckled. “I don't think that line is in the film either.”
“The hell with the movie. Just fuck me hard and rough. I want your big dick inside me, and I want you to show me who's in charge.”
“I'm in charge, Genesis.” He bit her shoulder softly. “And don't you forget it.”
“And if I try to leave, what will you do?”
“Tie you up and kidnap you.”
She laughed. “You did that line very well. I really believed you.”
“I wasn't acting. You're not getting off this bed again.” He grabbed her hips as he impaled her warm and welcoming flesh.
“Mmm, you're so strong and virile.” Her soft voice was honey to his ears. “This is exactly how I like it, really hard.”
His voice was rough with passion. “And you'll do whatever I say, won't you?”
“Whatever you say, captain. Any time, any place.”
“Good, because I'm going to fuck you all night.”
“You didn't pay for the entire night.”
“But I'm taking it anyway.” His voice was firm as he squeezed her nipples. “And I'm not paying because I know you won't charge me a dime. Will you Genesis?”
“You're right, I won't expect you to pay.” Her voice was a breathless whisper. “If anything, I should be paying you.”
“You are, with your body.”
He stroked her clit as he continued to thrust himself into her. “You're a hot, little tease, aren't you? So wet and ready for me.”
“I've become your private lady of the evening.”
“My personal property,” he growled, “and I'll take you whenever I damn well desire.”
“If I let you.”
“That's not your choice. You belong to me now.”
She moaned and he let himself believe she WAS Genesis and he was actually visiting a brothel in Paris. The thought sent a shiver through his body as he indulged the fantasy. He closed his eyes and they moved together in a fierce carnal rhythm as old as time itself.
Finally, she screamed with pleasure as he thrust himself into her one last time. He groaned loudly as he reached his own orgasm.
Afterwards, he pulled her into his arms and cradled her body against his.
“I don't think I'll be able to walk in the morning,” she whispered.
“That makes two of us, my love.”
Chapter 36
Sean attempted to zipper Larissa's dress but couldn't quite manage it. He frowned in concentration. “I think this dress is too tight. I'm going to break the zipper if I keep trying.”
“Never mind,” she said. “I have something else to wear.”
She slipped into another dress as he stood fiddling with his tie in front of the mirror.
“Here, let me help you.” She smiled. “There, that's perfect. You look handsome beyond belief in your tuxedo.”
“And you look ravishing, my love. You'll be the prettiest woman at the wedding.”
She laughed. “I doubt that. This is Fiona's day, and she's going to be the most beautiful bride imaginable. I'm thrilled she asked me to be her maid of honor. I'm also glad she let me choose my own dress since the ceremony is going to be very casual and intimate.”
“Only Ian would have his wedding on the top of a hill in Greece.” Sean shook his head. “That doesn't sound casual and intimate to me. It sounds like he's being a showboat, as usual.”
“I think it'll be lovely. They're having it on a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean at sunset. What could be more romantic?”
Sean frowned. “I just wish he hadn't roped me into being his best man.”
“Well, he was your best man at our wedding five months ago. You had to return the favor.”
“Robert should've been my best man,” he complained.
“Then why wasn't he?”
Sean was silent for a moment as he remembered the terrorist ordeal they had survived. “It was a pact we made with each other on the plane.�
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She nodded with understanding. “Then you had to honor it.”
He sighed. “I'm not even sure I like the guy.”
“I think it's because your personalities are similar. Perhaps two stallions in the same stable is asking for trouble.”
He looked at her in surprise. “I'm nothing at all like him.”
“Whatever you say, my dearest.”
The wedding went off without a hitch and afterwards, the guests walked down to the secluded beach beneath the cliff. Someone started a bonfire, and then music floated across the deepening twilight. Everyone took off their shoes and danced on the white sand as the sun's last rays sank into the sea. Sean reveled in the feel of Larissa's soft body as he held her against his chest. He spotted Dina and Lloyd dancing a few yards away and nodded at them. Lloyd was smitten with the beautiful publicist, and the couple was inseparable these days.
He turned back to Larissa. “I have a surprise for you.”
Her eyes shone with anticipation. “I love surprises. What is it?”
“I spoke to your agent and she told me you don't have any films lined up in the near future. So I booked a cruise around the Greek Isles. We leave tomorrow.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Oh Sean, how wonderful!”
“I thought you might like that.”
“I have a surprise for you as well.” She lowered her gaze. “I was just waiting for the right time to tell you.”
He raised a questioning brow. “Please don't keep me in suspense.”
“Do you remember when I thought I was pregnant on the flight?”
“Yes,” he said slowly. “But it turned out to be a stomach virus.”
“Well, this time it's not a virus and all our efforts have paid off.” She gazed at him with tenderness. “We're going to have a baby!”
“I can't believe it!” He picked her up and twirled her around.
“We're having a little boy.” Her voice was a breathless whisper. “And he's going to be as handsome as you.”
“My goodness, you two look happy and it's not even your wedding day.” Ian walked towards them as he held Fiona's hand.
“I'm going to be a father!” Sean's voice filled with pride. “At my advanced age. Can you believe it?”
“Congratulations!” Fiona hugged Larissa and then Sean. “And I don't want you referring to yourself as old. You're about the same age as Ian and I think he's a hot stud. Aren't you, sweetie?”
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