I break eye contact and look at them, all elongated and red.
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Good,” he says and pulls his fingers out of my pussy and rips down my pants, aiming his cock at my hole. He grabs my hips to steady me and ploughs his cock right up inside. It is so hard and I cry out as my arms almost give way. He holds fast and fucks me quickly and ferociously and my pussy feels raw with it. He reaches round with his right hand and pulls at the glass there. The suction is intense and my tit feels an almost bruising sensation, but it is glorious and horny as he pulses it in time with his thrusting.
My pussy is clutching and grabbing at him and I’m in a different zone with all the sensations streaming through my body converging at my clit, which is now soaring with need. I try to balance on my left arm and reach through to it but it’s no good. Jim notices and puts my hand to the glass instead, moving up and down, back and forth to show me what to do. It is sublime, and as his fingers snake their way to my hungry clit, I become that point. That pinprick of light a million miles away where all the senses collide. My tits, my ass, my pussy, my clit. I am them all. I fly around and back into myself as Jim spasms and bucks his climax into me and my clit is buzzing as I come again and again, rolling in and out of myself as I do, shuddering around my spent lover.
When we both go languid and soft, Jim pulls out of me and crawls to my side. He carefully pushes a lubricated finger into the side of the glass to release the vacuum. A tiny hiss escapes and my breast throbs. He does the other and I kneel up, my tits red and puckered.
Jim leans in and caresses each in turn, massaging them with fingers and tongue. And I feel it. I feel the swell and tickle of arousal right in the tip of my nipples.
He’s done it. He’s awakened me.
When he’s finished, he lifts the warm glasses of champagne and hands me one.
“To champagne,” he says, and I raise my glass. Then, with a wicked grin, he adds, “and tits.”
More About Tabitha Rayne
Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order, or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene, she’ll explore any genre. Drawing and painting nudes is also a passion of Tabitha’s.
Her short stories are included in anthologies from Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Burning Books Press, Velvet Books and House of Erotica. She has novels with Beachwalk Press and Xcite Books.
Website http://www.tabitharayne.co.uk/
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Sophie’s Secret
Lexie Bay
Chapter One
Sophie took the strong, reassuring hand of her head of security, Tommy, and stepped out of her helicopter onto the roof of the building, relieved to finally be home. The three day business trip had been necessary but draining, and she was looking forward to a relaxing soak in her huge roll top bath with its views across the city.
Tommy flanked her to the rooftop door of her penthouse, opening it for her and ushering her inside. The sweet scent of vanilla hung heavy in the air where her housekeeper had been in to freshen the place up and she breathed deeply, a welcome change from the testosterone-fuelled stench of the boardroom she’d been holed up in until only a few hours ago.
She handed Tommy her coat and bag, checking her phone as he disappeared into the hallway, then headed into the kitchen area to pour herself a much needed glass of wine. She perused the expensive bottles that lined her purpose-built wine refrigerator and selected her favourite, pouring a little more into the glass than her mother would’ve approved of and taking a hefty slug.
A lady doesn’t gulp her wine is what her mother would’ve said if she’d still been alive. She’d have raised her eyebrow at her and probably taken the glass away. Sophie closed her eyes and half-smiled at the thought. She wasn’t alive though, because she’d been in the private jet when it crashed last year, killing both her parents and her older brother and leaving Sophie all on her own and in charge of the family business at the age of twenty-four.
Of course the press had had a field day, assuming that the beautiful, newly-orphaned socialite would go to pieces and run the well-known family business into the ground, but Sophie was stronger and had more business sense than most people realised. Dismissed as a bit of a dreamer in her teens, she had actually been absorbing everything from her father and brother for some time. So she had stepped up and not only carried the business on but had managed, with the help of the board, to turn it into the sort of phenomenally successful company her father had always dreamed of. Not only did she garner the respect of the business world, but the huge success now afforded her a lifestyle beyond her wildest dreams. Unfortunately, it had also isolated her; and while she was one of the most eligible women in London, she was also desperately lonely.
She sighed and pressed several buttons on the console which controlled everything in the apartment, lighting the fancy fireplace in the centre of the living space and dimming the overhead lights, immediately warming the white, clean lines of the open plan room. How much warmer it would be with a man there to hold her; someone who finally understood her primal needs, the lust that burned through her, her desire to be taken.
She wandered through to her bedroom, slipping off her suit jacket and Louboutin heels and curling her toes in the deep carpet. She loved her home; loved the peace after the chaos of the office. At work everyone wanted a piece of her, but here, above the hustle and bustle of the city, she could relax.
Quickly discarding the rest of her clothes, she headed into the vast bathroom where the floor to ceiling windows looked out across London, the myriad of lights reflected in the glass and dancing across the tiles. Sophie looked at herself in the full length mirror opposite the bath, running her fingers over her skin, turning left and right, inspecting her body. She viewed herself with the detachment of a stranger, to see herself as others saw her. Long legs and tight arse with a tiny waist and flat stomach that she worked on daily in her gym.
She ran her hands over her tits, circling her nipples. The boys loved her big nipples; soft and juicy they were a deep rosy pink, and she watched them harden into tight peaks under her caress, smiling at the familiar sensation between her legs. She watched her face as she twisted and rubbed, her eyes half-closed. Her skin prickled with goose bumps as she imagined all of London below her, going about their evening as she made her pussy wet. She felt herself slickening more and let her fingers wander across her skin, down to the thin strip of hair that led to the warm, wet flesh between which she slipped first one, then two fingers.
A low moan escaped her as she grazed her clit, still watching in the mirror, parting her lips to give a better view as she circled it, watching the small nub as she teased herself. Her other hand continued its abuse on her nipple, the diamonds in her heavy bracelet sparkling in the light, and she wished again that she had someone other than herself to tease her orgasm out of her. What she really wanted was someone to tie her up, push her down and fuck both her holes rough and hard. Someone who would force her to her knees and fuck her mouth until she gagged. Someone to pull her hair, to cover her with cum and slap her flesh until it burned. She wanted to abandon all control, surrender completely to someone else’s desires and feel the tiny flicker of fear that made her so, so wet.
She pulled her fingers out, coated with her own juices then slid them into her mouth, imagining it was her lover’s. She wondered idly where Tommy had gone. He could normally be relied on when she needed him. He was always eager to please her, and his strong, hard body and thick cock could always get her off. But Tommy was too polite to hurt her, too gentle to make her come like she wanted. Sophie stroked herself again and watched the way her body reacted to her touch. She needed to be fucked. She walked back out to the living room, almost sighing with relief as she found Tommy standing by the fireplace.
“I thought I’d stay up late tonight,” he said, smiling at her. “
I figured you might need to relax.”
“I do,” she said, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her naked body against the rough fabric of his suit. She wanted him to grab her, pull her mouth to his and kiss her roughly, bite her lips, her neck, and her breasts. Instead he caressed her back, slid his hand over her arse and kissed her softly. She wondered if he could smell her arousal, whether it was the heady tang of her pussy that was making him so hard.
Sophie moaned, pushing up against him, desperate to be punished, forced and taken roughly, but instead he pulled her over to the sofa, kissing her again. She turned her back on him and bent forward over the high back, spreading her legs wide for him, desperate to ask him to spank her, but too scared of what he would say, fairly certain that he would be horrified at the thought of hurting her. It was his job to protect her, after all. She shivered with the sensation of his gaze on her most private parts, splayed wantonly for him across the smooth white leather of her sofa.
Tommy knelt behind her and dropped gentle kisses on her inner thigh, his fingers following his tongue as he kissed and licked and nuzzled his way towards her pussy. She held her breath, desperate to feel his tongue reach its target. He might not punish her but he knew exactly how to lick her pussy ‘til she squealed.
Tommy sighed and Sophie tingled as she imagined him looking at her, his face pressed close to her soaking pout. His strong hands held her thighs apart as his tongue circled her clit. He licked and sucked, nuzzling against her pussy, his fingers replacing his tongue on the sensitive button as he plunged inside her.
She gasped, pushing back against him. The graze of his stubble on her skin thrilled her, the hint of pain teasing her to new heights. His tongue slipped further backwards and he slid two fingers into her, curling them against the sweet spot inside.
“Umm,” she moaned, then gasped as Tommy gently parted her cheeks and ran his tongue over her arsehole. It was a totally new sensation and she tensed her whole body.
“Do you like that?” he asked, stopping momentarily as if waiting for her reaction.
Sophie hesitated, but it had felt too good to say no.
“Yes,” she moaned, “oh yes.”
Tommy smiled and dipped his head again. His tongue was warm and wet and he kept the rhythm of his fingers steady inside her as he probed and licked the tight passage. Sophie was torn between ecstasy and embarrassment. No one had ever touched her there before, but the sensations flooding her body were incredible.
Tommy stood and turned her around, his mouth finding hers, kissing her deeply so she could taste her pussy on his lips, her arse on his tongue. His cock bobbed against her thigh and he grabbed her hips, squeezing the flesh, kneading her with his hands, pulling her closer to him. He backed her to the sofa, pushing her onto the soft leather and spreading her legs with his. He kissed her again, holding her gaze as he slipped inside her and she wrapped her arms around his muscular back, safe in his strong arms as he slowly and gently fucked her. Always the gentleman, he kissed her and stroked her body, his cock finding her sweet spot inside, his slow thrusts bringing her closer with every one until she was clawing at his back, gripping his arse, urging him on as he ground against her clit and tipped her over the edge. Her breath was ragged as she moaned his name, the tension from the week draining from her body as she lay exhausted underneath him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her again and she smiled up at him. “You must be exhausted; I’m taking you to bed.”
Sophie nodded, too tired to argue with him.
Tommy picked her up and she relaxed against his strong body as he carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed and curling protectively around her as he pulled the duvet over them both. Sophie relaxed into the reassuring warmth of his chest and arms and closed her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t lead him on, that she should ask him to go, but she missed this, the blissful post-orgasmic sleep and waking up next to a hard on. She smiled as she drifted off, Tommy’s soft breathing soothing her.
Chapter Two
Sophie woke with a start, her heart racing. Tommy was already pulling his trousers on and heading towards the bedroom door.
“What is it?” she asked, wrapping the sheet around her body, her whisper panicked as she heard the noise that had woken her again.
“Stay there,” he hissed, grabbing his gun from the bedside table and indicating that she should stay in bed.
“Be careful, Tommy,” she said, “you don’t know who’s out there, they could be armed.”
Tommy opened the door and crept from the room. Sophie watched him disappear and then without thinking about the consequences she hopped out of bed, dragging on her silk pyjamas and rummaging in her drawers for her own gun. She couldn’t sit there helplessly. She heard a shout from the living room, and with her hands shaking on the weapon she tiptoed out of the bedroom. Before she got more than a few steps down the corridor Sophie felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and she dropped to the floor with a soft gasp.
*****
Opening her eyes, Sophie winced with pain. She tried to rub her head but her hands were tied. Tommy was opposite her, his face pale and his jaw clenched. He was looking murderously at the two men standing by her fireplace.
“Awake at last,” the taller, dark haired one said, “sorry, I think my mate hit you a little harder than he meant to. How’s your head?”
“Fuck you,” she said defiantly, staring at him. Both of their faces were covered but his accent was unmistakably London.
He laughed at her, his voice like ice. “You read my mind, sweetheart.”
“Don’t you dare touch her,” Tommy said, his voice shaking. “I will fucking kill you if you lay another finger on her.”
Sophie felt a cold fear sweep over her. She’d heard the fear in Tommy’s voice and she could see that he was tied up too. If Tommy was scared then she was terrified. She had no idea how they were going to get out of this.
“Just take whatever you want and leave, please.”
“Oh we will, darling, don’t you worry.” The shorter one of the two was already looking through her bureau, rummaging through her personal possessions. Sophie realised that this was the very reason Tommy told her not to keep the safe combination written down. As if he read her mind the man plucked the pink notepaper out of her diary and laughed.
“Fucking jackpot, mate! Now we’ve got the code, where’s your safe hidden, darlin’?” He turned to Sophie, waving his gun at her, making her squeal.
Tommy strained against the rope that secured him to the chair. He couldn’t bear to see Sophie so scared and he had no idea what these idiots had planned. She was so vulnerable in her sexy white pyjamas and the thought of those thugs touching her was making his blood boil. He strained against the ropes again and to his surprise he felt them give a little. He stopped and looked at the one who appeared to be in charge to see if he had noticed. They were both busy, ransacking the room, tearing pictures off the wall and ripping down drapes. Sophie was crying as she watched her home being destroyed.
“It’s under the fireplace,” Sophie screamed, “please, please stop.”
As they tore up the false base of the fireplace to reveal her safe, she sobbed as she pleaded with them to just take the money and go. She couldn’t deal with the thought of them taking all her memories of her parents. She didn’t care about the cash, or the jewellery bought for her by several of London’s most eligible young men, but her mother’s wedding ring was in there, and the necklace her father had given her for her twenty-first birthday, not to mention the photos of the family she couldn’t yet bring herself to display.
While the men were distracted Sophie looked over to Tommy and saw he was struggling to loosen his ties. She bit her lip as she realised his hands were free. He gauged the distance between himself and his gun, discarded on the floor by Sophie’s feet. He looked up and caught her eye.
“Kick it,” he mouthed to her and she looked briefly at the two thugs before sliding the
gun towards Tommy as quietly as possible.
The dark haired thief turned at the noise and in a smooth action, Tommy grabbed the gun, stood up and shot him in the heart. He dropped like a stone and Sophie screamed as the body landed at her feet. She thought she might throw up.
Tommy aimed the gun at the other man, who looked as stunned as Sophie. Then in what seemed like slow motion, he pulled his gun out of his jacket and fired at Tommy. Tommy fired back and the man dropped to the floor next to his mate. Sophie screamed again, closing her eyes against the horror of the two dead bodies, but at the same time her body flooded with relief as she realised the ordeal was over. She looked at Tommy and went cold, her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the red dripping down his chest and over his stomach. He staggered over to her, clutching his wound and untied her.
“Get help,” he murmured, before passing out on the sofa.
Sophie grabbed her phone, screaming for them to send police and an ambulance, her only thought to save her beloved Tommy. The calming voice of the operator informed her that they were on their way and she hung up, looking round frantically. She had no idea what to do, smoothing his hair out of his face, pressing down on the hole in his chest, desperately trying to staunch the flow of blood.
“Please don’t die, please don’t die, please don’t die,” she whispered over and over as she waited for the emergency services.
When the ambulance finally arrived, Tommy was unconscious and Sophie was hysterical. She had to be dragged off him, refusing to leave his side until the police arrived to question her. They took her statement, then took her to the hospital where she sat in the waiting room until he was out of surgery then stayed by his bed and refused point blank to leave his side.
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