“What does that mean? You seem like an intelligent girl.”
She stopped walking and looked at him as if she were trying to figure out a puzzle. “Andras, forgive me, but I know you and the owners…um…keep the female guests satisfied. You’ve no doubt talked with a lot of women. Surely you’ve noticed most of them have no further ambition than to find a husband.”
A fierce blush stole over her neck and face. Even without the moonlight Andras would have been able to see it.
“What I mean is…that’s not to say that’s my ambition, but most women…”
Andras didn’t have the heart to tease her about how uncomfortable she was discussing this subject. He also reflected those were the longest sentences he’d heard her utter in the three weeks he’d known her. “I have to disagree, Blair. All through your—our—history there have been women who have done extraordinary things. Joan of Arc and Catherine the Great come to mind. Or how about someone more recent, like Amelia Earhart?”
She stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. He put his arms around her and pulled her close then frowned as confusion passed over her pretty face. “If you could be anything, or do anything, what would it be? Forget about what’s considered proper or right for women. What would you be, Blair? What’s your heart’s deepest desire?”
There it was again. The mask she wore. It settled over her face and dug deep into her eyes. Andras was more determined than ever to cast it off her face for good.
“I don’t know—”
“Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to tell me because you think you’re not worthy of it or somehow it’s wrong to dream big simply because you were born female.”
“Andras, I’ve never met a man who speaks as you do.”
“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing you showed up here.”
She gave a small laugh. “Yes, it is.”
“And you’re avoiding the question. You can answer me, or I can put you over my knee and convince you that way.” He pulled her closer so she could feel the rock-hard erection straining against the front of his trousers.
Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out.
“What’s your choice, Blair? A spanking, or will you tell me your secrets?”
“I didn’t think…”
He nuzzled her neck, and the moan that escaped her throat set his blood boiling. “You didn’t think what?” he whispered.
“Earlier you said…I’m confused.”
Understanding dawned on him. He cupped her face. “You thought I was telling you that Leo and I didn’t want to make love to you again. Not true. I was merely trying to apologize for the way we took your virginity. It was crass and devoid of feeling.”
She took a deep breath and whimpered.
“But you still haven’t given me your choice, Blair.” He swatted her left ass cheek, and she jumped a little, pushing her hips into the bulge at the front of his pants. If she didn’t say something soon, he’d lose what little self-control he still had and throw her on the grass.
A slow, wicked smile spread over her face. Andras watched the change, fascinated. He wasn’t even using his powers right now. This sudden boldness had come about without the help of what little magic he still possessed. He liked it, a lot.
“Can’t I choose both?” Her voice was soft, seductive, and had the effect of causing pain to his throbbing dick. Andras bent his head and kissed her.
Chapter Eight
Blair moaned into Andras’s open mouth as his tongue ravished the inside of hers. His lips moved over hers, and his hands tangled in her hair. She moved closer to him, rubbing her abdomen against his erect cock. His kisses grew deeper and more intense, and Blair was so aroused it actually hurt. Gone were the doubts about whether he wanted her again. She pushed aside all thoughts of the past and concentrated on Andras—his scent, his hands, and his muscled body.
When he released her mouth, he caressed her back and ass through her clothing, and it was so delicious she couldn’t stand it. He nuzzled her neck again, planting tiny kisses up and down her skin. Shivers ran from her collarbone to her nipples and straight to her soaking wet pussy.
She was a little bit drunk from three glasses of wine, but not so inebriated she didn’t have control of her senses. Blair wanted him, right there on the beautifully manicured lawn.
“Andras,” she breathed, “can we be seen out here?”
“Not a chance.”
Her earlier concerns about becoming pregnant resurfaced, and she wished she didn’t have to ask, but it was too much of a risk to take. “What about…protection? You and Leo didn’t use any yesterday.”
He stopped kissing her neck and looked into her eyes with so much intensity she held her breath. Had she ruined everything by asking?
“Blair, if I told you we don’t need to worry about that, would you trust me? Without asking why? Just for tonight?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I want to make love to you, and I promise you there is no reason for you to worry about anything.” He caressed her face, and the air took on that electrified feeling again. His eyes appeared to grow larger, darker, and deeper. Blair wanted to dive in and forget all her worries.
“Okay,” she whispered, reaching up to kiss him. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, trailing his fingers over her bare skin as he did so. His touch was like fire, and Blair welcomed the burn. She drank it in as if she was freezing and only he could thaw her again.
When he teased her nipples through her bra, she started to remove his jacket. She’d never undressed a man before. It gave her a feeling of power, and she pretended to be one of the Hollywood starlets she admired so much. They would know exactly how to undress a lover.
Andras shrugged out of his jacket and tossed in on the stones next to Blair’s blouse. When he started to remove his shirt, she asked him to let her help. The grin he gave her in return sent a wave of fresh desire through her body.
He wore no undershirt, which she found interesting, but she didn’t dwell on it for long because she was too busy running her fingers lightly over the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest. She’d never seen anything so perfect, so chiseled. Acting on a daring impulse, she licked his nipples. They tasted salty, just as his cock had yesterday.
He threw back his head and moaned, and the sound spurred Blair on to continue. She ran her hands along his abdomen, reaching lower each time, until she brushed the front of his trousers lightly.
“Oh, Blair…” As Andras started to remove her jeans, she reached for his zipper and pulled it down. The sound echoed in the deserted courtyard. Even the birdsong had stopped. She glanced around but didn’t see any windows.
“We can’t be seen. I promise. Unless you’d be more comfortable indoors?”
She shook her head. “I want to stay out here.”
He kissed her rough and deep, lowering her to the soft grass at the same time. A quick flash of concern passed through her mind at the thought of having to wash grass stains out of her clothing but vanished as soon as he pulled off her jeans and clamped his mouth on her damp panties.
Blair groaned loudly as he licked her slit through the fabric. She arched her hips and pushed closer to his mouth. He removed the rest of his clothing while keeping his mouth firmly planted between her legs. When he was naked, Blair sat up to look at him. He lifted his head and grinned in a way that made her moan again and clutch her own breasts.
Andras made soft sounds in the back of his throat as removed her bra, tossing it onto the grass. Then he slid down her panties. “Touch yourself, Blair.” His voice was raspy and thick. “I want to watch.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Andras moved behind her and pulled her into his arms, reaching under her arms to cup her breasts. He squeezed them, teasing the nipples with his thumbs. “Touch your cunny. I want to see you play with yourself.”
His shaft, already slick with pre-cum, pressed into her l
ower back. Blair leaned against his strong frame and groaned as she reached between her legs to finger her slit. She was so wet and ready, a torpedo would fit inside there. What had this gorgeous man done to her? Any embarrassment she initially felt was gone as he continued to torture her nipples and nuzzle her neck. The orgasm built quickly, and Blair’s fingers became her entire palm, pushing down over her clit.
“That’s it,” he breathed, “don’t stop. I want to feel you come.”
Andras wrapped his muscled thighs around hers and trailed kisses up and down her neck as Blair moaned and rubbed harder. When he inserted two long fingers into her pussy, she exploded in a dizzying display of fireworks behind her closed eyelids. The contractions went on forever, and she was only dimly aware that her moans had turned into loud cries.
Andras held her and rocked her until the pulsations had almost subsided then he laid her on her back and moved between her legs. His tongue lapped softly at her swollen clit until Blair tossed her head back and forth, unable to stand anymore. It was so intense and overwhelming. She’d never felt anything like it before.
Before she could ask him to stop, he sat back on his heels and teased the opening to her pussy with the slick head of his cock. She wrapped her legs around him and looked into his eyes. The adoration she saw there nearly stopped her heart. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that. She tried to memorize the expression in his eyes so she’d never forget it, no matter what happened after tonight.
He pushed inside slowly, and Blair had thought after yesterday there would be pain, but there was only a sense of fullness and incredible peace. She clung to his arms and kept eye contact, watching the expression on his face as he slid all the way in. He thrust deep and slow, at first, then faster as she relaxed her muscles to allow the entire length of him inside. Blair arched her hips toward him, and her breathing became labored. His own breath came in gasps as he pumped so fast she didn’t think it was possible for him to continue as long as he did.
Her pussy was sore, but she didn’t want him to stop. Each thrust sent a shock wave of desire through her body, straight out to her fingertips and toes. Another climax was building, slow and torturous in its ascent. Blair reached down to touch her clit, and Andras moaned loudly. Because he seemed to enjoy it so much, she rubbed herself with two fingers while he continued to fuck her, and the orgasm crashed over her in a matter of seconds.
He leaned over and held her close while it continued then before the contractions had stopped he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. She grasped fistfuls of soft grass and tensed as he struck her ass cheeks, alternating right then left. He didn’t smack her as hard as he had yesterday, but they were still tender, and it stung.
When he slipped his dick into her swollen pussy from behind, she gasped and cried out at the waves of pleasure racing through her body. He continued to smack her ass cheeks, lightly but enough to intensify the burning.
“You’re a bad girl, Blair,” he said, his voice soft but with an edge. “Letting me fuck you on the ground.”
“I love it,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Not even if you beg me to.”
The more he spanked and fucked her, the more she wanted. Each thrust pushed her clit against the earth, and Blair was shocked to realize she was going to come a third time. Her pussy was raw, and her ass cheeks were on fire, but she didn’t care. His scent filled her head, and the soft sounds of pleasure coming from him only increased her arousal.
When the climax came, she screamed until her throat was raw. Andras came inside her, and she swore she felt his contractions down to her toes. He lay on top of her, breathing heavily, his lips resting on her neck. By the time he moved off her she had nearly fallen asleep.
He helped her stand then pulled her into his arms. “We’re covered in grass,” he said, brushing it from her hair.
“Don’t care.” She could barely speak, let alone worry about the grass.
“I’ll help you dress. Let’s continue this in my suite.”
She looked into his eyes, and he laughed at what she imagined must be a look of utter disbelief on her face. “Continue? You’re not done yet?”
He caressed her face, and Blair’s entire pussy contracted at the molten expression in his eyes. “Done? My beautiful Blair, I will never be done with you.”
* * * *
Blair woke in her own room but she didn’t remember how she got there. Everything hurt, but it was a sweet pain because with it came memories of the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever known. She stretched, closed her eyes, and let the memories wash over her, each one more intense and arousing than the last.
Vague memories of Andras’s suite, decorated in soft greens and purples, mixed with his scent, the feel of his hands and mouth on her body, and the delicious sensation of his cock pounding her swollen pussy.
Chatter in the hallway forced her eyes open again, and when she glanced at the alarm clock, hot fear spread through her like someone had poured lava into her veins. It was after noon. She’d slept away the entire morning!
Blair jumped out of bed and stopped short in the act of pulling on clothes because she realized her room reeked of roses. Turning, she spotted a vase filled with the most beautiful red roses she’d ever seen. A card leaned against the vase, addressed to her in a flowing script.
With trembling fingers, she picked it up and read…
Beautiful Blair, don’t be concerned about your duties for a few days. They’ve been reassigned. Get some rest. Thank you for last night and this morning. You’re an incredible lover. Yours, Andras.
Blair giggled like a schoolgirl reading a note from her first crush. She held the card to her chest and twirled around the room, giddy with happiness. But what was she supposed to do with herself if she didn’t have to work? Andras had said to rest, but Blair had never been one to simply sit in a room and do nothing.
When the chatter in the hallway died down, she padded to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run for a long time to help ease her aching muscles. She’d caught sight of her naked rear end in the mirror over the washbasin, and it was red and puffy. She couldn’t even touch it with the soap, but Blair didn’t mind. The memory of Andras’s spankings made her nipples tingle.
When she finished her shower and had gone back to her room to put on fresh clothes, she examined the rest of her naked body in the mirror. Tiny bruises decorated her neck, and she vaguely remembered Andras sucking on the skin, telling her she’d have hickeys in the morning.
Blair had heard about hickeys from her friends. They covered them up with scarves the next day so no one would see them, although it had been a considered a badge of honor to have one. Blair didn’t want to cover hers up. She had an urge to proudly walk through the resort with them in full view.
She was hungry, but if she went down to the staff dining room, there were bound to be questions. Was she ready for that? It was an unspoken rule that the owners didn’t fool around with the staff, but it’s not like Blair had initiated this. Leo and Andras had pursued her, not the other way around.
After debating for twenty minutes, she went down as close to when they stopped serving the staff lunch as possible, hoping that way she wouldn’t run into Cindy or the others. Before she left, she clumsily wrapped a scarf around her neck. She wasn’t ashamed of the bruises, but she had no idea whether Andras would be upset with her if she paraded the evidence of their tryst in front of the entire staff.
No one questioned why she wasn’t in uniform. They probably assumed it was her day off. There were far too many staff members for everyone to keep track of who worked when. She gathered her food and was walking toward the elevators when the smell of sage filled the air. As the gate rolled back Leo stepped out of the elevator car and gave her a warm smile. Her clit throbbed as she remembered the taste and feel of him from the day before.
“Enjoying your day off, Blair?”
“Um, yes.
Thank you.” She’d intended to step past him and retreat to the safety of her room, but he blocked her progress.
Leo leaned close and lowered his voice. “Is Andras still in his suite?”
Blair felt the heat creep up her face. As she stared into his golden eyes, getting back to her room suddenly didn’t seem as urgent. “I don’t know, Mr. Fallon. I didn’t wake up in his suite.”
Leo frowned, and confusion passed over his face. “I see. Forgive me. I made an incorrect assumption.”
“It’s all right.” He looked into her eyes for long moments. When the food she was holding started to slip from her hands, she blinked and the spell was broken.
“I’ll see you later, Blair.”
He stepped aside, and she shook her head slightly. Where had she been headed? Oh, right. Her room. She pulled the gate closed and watched his face as the elevator moved up. Had she said something she shouldn’t have? Perhaps he hadn’t known that Andras had invited her to dinner? But why then had he asked her if Andras was still in his suite? It appeared he’d had reason to assume she’d spent the night with Andras.
By the time Blair returned to her room a dozen questions flitted through her mind. Were the other owners talking about her? Would Leo expect the same thing from her as she and Andras had shared last night? Not that she’d mind…but what if they expected her to be passed from one owner to the other?
And what had Andras meant last night in the courtyard when he’d told her she had no reason to worry about getting knocked up? Had that merely been a ploy so he wouldn’t have to stop? Why had she given in so easily?
Blair groaned and fell back on the bed, hands clasped behind her head. She tried to remember the exact conversation they’d had about using protection, but the details were too fuzzy. The result of the wine, or something else? There were definitely odd things about Leo and Andras.
They both made her feel as if everything around her had disappeared except their eyes, and whenever she was near them the air had an electrical charge to it. And why did those smells cling to them? When they spoke or looked at her, she seemed to lose her sense of self, to the point she did whatever they asked.
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