For His Desire (Full Trilogy)

by Matisse, Alora

  “What are you reading?” Michael held out his hand and Elena handed him the book. “Tropic of Cancer. Henry Miller. No wonder you’re out of breath.” He smiled and Elena blushed again. He had that influence on her.

  “Well, at least it wasn’t The Kama Sutra or something,” she said, smiling back at him.

  “That’s on the shelf across the room,” Michael said, pointing and Elena couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. She decided that it didn’t really matter – and he was likely not.

  “You really know all of the books in here?” Elena asked.

  “Of course,” he responded. “I keep close track of everything in my life.” Elena couldn’t help but notice how he was looking at her. She felt a flush of arousal through her; he was able to get to her so easily.

  Elena was thinking how exciting it would be to have sex right there in the library among all those books, feeling all of that knowledge and the history contained within the pages all around them as they tore into one another. Elena loved that duality of Michael, the way in which he was the owner of a state-of-the-art software company and yet he had so many vintage books, beautiful first editions in his library.

  “I brought you in here for a reason,” Michael said, interrupting Elena’s daydream. Was he somehow reading her mind? “Not for the reason you might be thinking, Elena.” Again, his voice did not betray whether he was serious or kidding. “We need to make decisions before we go any further.”

  “Decisions?” Elena asked. “What kind of decisions?”

  “Sit down, Elena,” Michael said, pointing at a chair and Elena was aware everything had suddenly turned serious. She worried perhaps something had gone wrong; it seemed unlikely they would have to have a discussion if everything was going well. Elena was suddenly nervous and hoped that nothing was amiss.

  Elena took a seat as he indicated and he sat in the chair next to her. He was carrying a briefcase which he now set upon his lap and opened, withdrawing a pile of paperwork.

  “If we’re to continue,” Michael said, “we need to come to an agreement. I’m going to outline what I need. You may do the same. Please feel free to ask questions.”

  “Okay,” Elena agreed, feeling a bit nervous. She had never had such a frank discussion about expectations within a relationship.

  “I am a man who likes to be in control,” Michael said. “I’m sure that has already been obvious to you. It extends to my personal relationships as well. I have to have that measure of control in order to be satisfied.”

  “Understood,” Elena said. Even though Michael had not made an overtly sexual statement, she still felt a rush of arousal from his words. Her desire to touch him became strong and she physically sat on her hands to prevent herself from reaching out to him. If he noticed, he did not say, though she doubted it escaped his attention. Nothing seemed to escape his attention.

  “We’ll start with the matter of dress. So far you’ve done well dressing to please me. From now on, though, I’ll be choosing all of your non-work clothing. Also, I very much enjoy specific, feminine lingerie. I have made a list of the colors and styles for you. You have the choice of going to the stories yourself to pick out the clothes or Mrs. Patterson will take your sizes and fetch you the clothing.”

  “Mrs. Patterson?” Elena asked, though that was just one of the many questions floating about in her brain about their exchange.

  “My housekeeper,” Michael said. “She answered the door earlier.”

  “Oh, yes,” Elena said. Why had that been her first question? He wanted to dress her?

  Elena was intrigued by the idea but she also knew Michael wasn’t finished. He did have a list of items to discuss with her and she wasn’t sure what she wanted or needed from their relationship.

  “I don’t expect an answer today,” Michael said. “You can think about it and decide.”

  “Okay,” Elena agreed. “What else is on your list?”

  “Aside from dressing you, I would like control over your personal grooming. Your hair is beautiful and I like the color. I would like you to keep it as it is for now. As for your pussy, though, you will keep it shaven. Aesthetically I enjoy it that way, but I also prefer the smoothness for when I decide to lick your cunt.”

  Elena was certain that her face was bright red now. He was talking with the same even tone as he had been discussing business matters, but Elena felt herself growing soaked.

  He could have stopped there and she would have agreed, but Michael was not finished. “In return for giving up control to me, I will be very generous with you. As long as we are in a relationship, I will not be with anyone else and I expect the same of you. I like lavish dinners and taking trips and I will give you the world, Elena. But rest assured that I can be challenging and demanding. Do you understand what I am asking of you?”

  Elena nodded. “Yes, I believe so.”

  “And what are your thoughts?” Michael asked. “I’ll always want to know what’s on your mind, Elena. I don’t want to feel like you’re holding anything back from me. If you give me what I need, I’ll make sure you’ll never want for anything.”

  Elena bit her lip, not exactly sure what to say. Even though she identified with what he was laying out for her, she was still embarrassed to admit that she wanted it. “I’m curious,” she said finally. Something about being with Michael always left her less than articulate and she had a sense it had a lot to do with the moisture in her cunt.

  “I’m curious about your hands,” Michael replied. “Are they numb?”

  Elena pulled them out from beneath her, noting that they were cold and numb, but she left them to rest on her lap. “A little,” she admitted, smiling at him. “I just needed to. Sometimes I have trouble with impulse control.” She felt herself redden as though she were admitting something that might make Michael turn around and run away.

  “I understand,” he said. “Better than you might think. I can help you with that.”

  “What makes you think I need help?” Elena responded. “I’m responsible for myself.”

  “I know,” Michael said. “But you can turn some of that responsibility over to me. The sexual thrill is great – phenomenal, even – but the real rush for me is in the control.”

  “For me, too,” Elena said. “I like being told what to do. Especially, you know, sexually.” That admission was harder still, making Elena embarrassed by the words and her own desire to turn and run was strong, yet she knew that she couldn’t. Michael seemed to understand something about her that she was only learning about herself and she didn’t want it to stop.

  Michael wasn’t running though; he was offering those things that she thought about late at night as she lay in bed. Would giving up control mean giving up a part of herself? Would the trade-off be worth it?

  “I know. Do you think that you could do these things? Could you dress in the clothes I choose? Keep your pubic hair shaved? Present yourself to me when and how I instruct you?”

  Elena’s throat was dry and her heart racing. He was being so calm, as though this was a business transaction, but she was feeling anything but calm. She admired his calm façade, but she couldn’t help but want to explore what was going on beneath that.

  “I want to,” Elena said. She nodded, knowing that as scared as she was, she was more scared of not having the experience.

  “Give me the control and I’ll take care of you in return,” Michael said. “I need you to stay open and honest with me.”

  “I will,” Elena said, feeling the strong desire to throw herself on top of Michael and kiss him. At least her hands were no longer numb.

  Michael stood up and Elena followed suit. “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, I am,” Elena said, not certain at all. Most of all, she was afraid of doing something that might disappoint Michael.

  “Good. Get undressed.”

  Chapter 3

  “Here?” Elena asked.

  Michael didn’t respond and Elena realized that she was already nervou
s about trusting him. But she wanted to trust him and she wanted to learn more about Michael and about his world.

  She slid her dress over her head, aware as she did that Michael was watching her. Being watching thrilled her and she felt special knowing that Michael had planned something specifically for her.

  “All of it,” Michael instructed and Elena unhooked her bra and removed it. She slid down her panties, standing naked before Michael and feeling vulnerable. Michael walked toward the door and opened it and Elena froze, scared suddenly at the thought of walking through Michael’s house naked. Images of Mrs. Patterson stumbling upon them made her tense.

  “You need to trust me,” Michael said simply. “If you don’t, this won’t work.”

  For Elena, those words were all she needed to hear in order to move. She followed Michael through the doorway and into the hall. If Michael had any hesitation or fear that his staff might see her, he gave no indication. Elena took a deep breath as she walked down the hall. There was so much room in his home but Elena kept turning her head, looking for servants or listening for footsteps. Still, she followed, needing to trust Michael as much as he needed her to trust him.

  Elena found that focusing on Michael’s ass as he walked was a wonderful distraction and she did so. She was familiar enough with the house that she saw they were walking toward his bedroom and she practically purred, just thinking of the fun they had had in there on early occasions.

  Michael led her through the bedroom into the attached bathroom. Elena felt excitement but definite curiosity about why they had bypassed the bedroom. “I want to shave you,” Michael said.

  Elena felt her knees weaken. It felt like such an intimate act, but she wanted to show Michael that she did trust him – or at least she was open to trusting him. She was already there naked before him and she knew that there wasn’t any place she would rather be. Elena nodded and Michael approached her, placing his hands between her legs and spreading her labia.

  She thrust against him, wanting to feel his hands inside of her. “Patience, Elena,” he said and there was such a tone of affection to his voice that she felt she couldn’t breathe. “First things first.” He removed his hand and helped Elena down onto the floor. He rested her head on a rug and stretched out her arms and legs.

  Michael disappeared into the bedroom and returned moments later with a few items in his hands. Elena kept her limbs where he placed them even though she really wanted to touch herself, to feel her own wetness. Michael placed leather restraints around her wrists and he connected them to a bar at the bottom of the sink.

  Michael placed restraints at her ankles and pulled her legs apart, tying them to bolts on his wall. Her legs were forced uncomfortably apart, but she didn’t want to complain. She was wet and growing wetter by the moment.

  Once she was tied tightly, Michael placed a blindfold on her. He stroked her pussy, brushing his hand against the hair and Elena began struggling against the restraints, wanting to feel Michael inside of her. He removed his hand and Elena whimpered. She heard Michael’s soft chuckle.

  Elena heard the running water and felt the cold sensation of the shaving cream as Michael rubbed it gently into her skin. “Hold still,” he told her. “I don’t want to cut you.” Elena tried to force herself to be still and it was difficult for her. She knew she was moving around a bit, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.

  Michael’s fingers kept sliding over her clit, which made it harder still for her to stop moving. Elena felt herself growing wetter, but soon his hand was gone and instead she felt the razor in its place. The blade was cold, but Michael’s touch was gentle as he slid it over her skin. The razor slid over her skin with

  agonizing slowness, discovering each hidden part of her sex.

  As Elena was being shaved, she felt the cold of the floor against her skin. Her legs ached from having them pulled so far apart, but each ache only made it more exciting and arousing for her. She tried closing her legs, just out of habit, but they would not budge. Michael had done a thorough job with tying and now he was showing the same skill to removing her hair.

  The combination of the cold shaving cream and the warm water fueled Elena’s excitement. Though Elena remained fearful that Michael might cut her, she held still and let him shave her. In the moment, she felt as though she was his to do with as he wished and she wanted it that way. She felt her pussy gush at that thought, at the thought that he was marking her in the way he wanted.

  Michael took his time, being thorough and Elena whimpered as the blade slid across her skin. Finally, Michael rinsed the remainder of the shaving cream and dried her pussy and thighs. He untied one of her hands and placed it on her pussy. “Feel it,” he instructed and Elena felt the unfamiliar smoothness.

  It felt so different and her sensitivity was heightened. She rubbed her fingers over herself, feeling raw and sexual and enjoying those feelings. “It looks beautiful,” Michael whispered. His hands joined hers, caressing the smooth skin. Elena placed her fingers over her clit as well and Michael removed her hand, tying it again above her head.

  “Let me,” he said. His fingers explored her and Elena sighed with pleasure. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt; had she known, she would have shaved years ago. Her hands were feeling numb and her thighs aching from being apart. Elena felt as though she had literally never been as open as she was in this moment. She belonged to Michael and she knew that he could do anything he wished.

  “Touch me,” she said. “Please touch me.” Elena knew she was begging but she didn’t care. Michael’s fingers were working their magic. “Fuck me, Michael,” she called to him. “Fuck me.”

  Michael’s fingers disappeared and Elena groaned in disappointment. She was hopeful though that his cock would follow. Her legs were spread so wide for him and she was so wet that she knew she was soaking that bathroom floor.

  Michael’s hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingertips. Elena gasped, on fire for him. “You’re so beautiful, Elena. All spread out for me and helpless.” As though to demonstrate this, he thrust his finger into her aching, need cunt and she moaned. “Michael, Michael.”

  He thrust his finger in and out and she tried to move against him, though she was limited by the tight restraints. She began breathing harder and Michael pulled his finger away. “No,” she cried out in frustration, but his finger was quickly replaced by his tongue. Michael’s tongue licked at her bald cunt and the sensation was almost too much for her to bear.

  His mouth was on her, in her and Elena felt that he would devour her. She felt alive and sexual in ways she had never imagined. Her feelings went beyond sexual, though, as Michael kissed her inner thighs. His lips pressed to her skin felt heavenly and she could feel his breath on her bare flesh.

  She pulled against the rope, feeling a savage desire inside of her that Michael understood without her having to explain. He ratcheted her desire, degree by agonizing degree, and she begged him, pleaded with him to lick her and suck her harder and faster, to take her clit into his mouth. She was saying words that she never thought she would be able to say to someone and Michael was bringing that out of her.

  Slowly the orgasm built within her and she screamed out with abandon as it tore through her. “Michael,” she cried, her hands clenching into fists as she tried to reach for him even though she could not. The intensity both physical and mental surprised her and her body went limp beneath him.

  “Good girl,” he whispered into her ear as he untied her restraints, rubbing her wrists and her ankles. He took off her blindfold and Elena curled up next to him, not caring about the cold floor. She just needed a moment to bask in the wonder of the intense sensations.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Michael said, helping Elena to her feet. She noticed that his shower was large, a far cry from her small shower at home that would barely accommodate two people. Michael set her under the warm spray and Elena let the water run over her. It felt good to her after the cold of th
e floor and she moved back to allow Michael access to the water.

  He grabbed the soap, the source of the wonderful smell that she could faintly smell on his shirts and began lathering her back. She moaned, as it felt wonderful to have his hands on her and she wanted to turn around to return the favor. He stopped her, though. “Let me.” He rubbed her legs and his hands lingered between her legs where she was now as smooth as the rest of her skin.

  Elena gasped when Michael’s hands slid up her stomach to her breasts, lingering at her nipples well after they were clean. She couldn’t help herself now; Elena turned around and flung her arms around Michael’s neck pulling him to her and kissing him deeply. She had wanted so much to please him and now he was doing all the pleasing. She didn’t quite understand yet that allowing Michael to do as he wanted was what gave him pleasure.

  He kissed her deeply and she could taste herself in his mouth. It was sweet and his taste was always good. His hands explored her ass, rubbing her smooth skin before giving her a light tap.