The Temptress

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘That was the definition of a rough, hard, fast fuck.’

  ‘Fast?’ I exclaimed. That was his version of fast? He’d lasted about four times longer than my previous best. I was done in. He chuckled and trailed his lips along my jawline, as his hands palmed each side of my head, finally moving up to kiss me softly.

  ‘Your English men have no stamina?’

  ‘It would appear that they really don’t,’ I confirmed, still panting for air.

  ‘So this fucking was good for you?’ he asked, as he kissed me again.

  ‘Incredible,’ I nodded.

  ‘Incroyable,’ he agreed as he gazed down at me. ‘You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,’ he murmured, his eyes glazing over as he gazed at me.

  ‘Thank you, you’re quite the looker yourself,’ I replied, with a hint of a blush on my cheeks, suddenly aware that he was still inside me, while I lay on his dining table, fruit all over the floor and I was only wearing my bra.

  ‘So, I please you visually, physically and sexually. We are off to a good start, wouldn’t you say?’

  ‘You haven’t kicked me out yet, so maybe so,’ I replied, wondering what time it would be when he grew tired of me and I was asked to leave, like the countless others. Had he told them they were all beautiful and the best too?

  ‘Where have you gone? You are here one minute, gone the next,’ he frowned, running his knuckles down my cheek.

  ‘I’m kind of embarrassed, I’ve never done that before.’

  ‘You’re a virgin?’ he gasped, looking at me with horror.

  ‘No,’ I laughed. ‘Not a virgin. I meant hot frenetic sex with someone I met less than twenty-four hours ago.’

  ‘If you thought that was hot, you haven’t seen anything yet,’ he cheekily winked, before kissing me, then suddenly straightening up, gripping my hips and pulling out of me, making me cry out as his wide crown stretched my tender muscles. ‘I have hurt you?’ he asked, looking at me concerned.

  ‘It’s nothing, it’s just you’re … you’re not exactly small and I am.’

  ‘I warned you I was large, you will be feeling the effects of my cock for days. Take my hand,’ he ordered, with a proud smile all over his face. I did as I was told and winced at the ache in my muscles as he helped me to stand. He immediately reached around me and unhooked my bra, dropping it onto the table, then dipped his head to kiss me again. ‘Are you hungry?’

  ‘For you or food?’ I smiled, my hands tucked up against his chest.

  ‘I am a given,’ he grinned. ‘But this time I meant for food.’

  ‘I could eat,’ I confirmed with a nod. It had been a few hours since our delicious crepes and we’d just burned off a load of calories.

  ‘We will shower, then I will order Cantonese, is there anything you don’t eat?’

  ‘I’m not a fussy eater,’ I replied, then bit my lip as I felt him seeping out of me.

  ‘You frown. What is wrong?’

  ‘You didn’t … you didn’t use a condom, are you clean?’ I asked, feeling more embarrassed at that question than what we’d just done, or the fact we were both standing naked in his kitchen. He frowned back at me, then stepped away and looked down at himself and cursed, reaching up to run his hands through his hair.

  ‘Merde, mon Dieu,’ he cursed, looking back up at me aghast. ‘I thought … I was so … I’ve never done that before, I always wear one. I assure you I am clean, I never have sex without, but I still get tested regularly to be sure.’

  ‘I haven’t had sex without one before either,’ I confirmed.

  ‘This is a relief, I’m sorry, I needed you so badly I didn’t think. Come, we will go and freshen up.’ He took my hand and led me through his apartment. It was huge. One massive open space, with solid metal pillars holding up the ceiling.

  We passed an office area and his lounge and I saw his large bed against the far wall, perfectly made. Everything was immaculate, in tones of white and grey, which looked so crisp against the bare brickwork. To his left were a number of doors, one of which he opened to show me into a large bathroom, all tiled in pale green metro style tiles, with a large modern white sink that seemed to float against the wall, a toilet, bidet, infinity bath and huge walk in shower behind a single piece of glass that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. He turned on the spray which blasted me with welcome heat and I stretched my neck, enjoying the sensation of the droplets. When I opened my eyes again my mouth went dry. Luc was soaping up his body, water cascading down those ridges on his stomach, his large cock still partially erect. He had no pubic hair at all, which just made him look even more enormous. He grinned when he saw me watching him and twisted to rub his backside with the lather. I wanted to do it, I wanted to touch, kiss and lick every inch of him. He passed me the luxurious body wash, which I squeezed into my palm and started on my arms and chest, turning my back to him, slightly embarrassed.

  ‘It is a little late to be shy,’ he whispered in my ear, as he pressed up behind me and reached around to caress my breasts and gently tug on my nipples. I whimpered, they were still so sensitive after those two explosive orgasms. ‘I never got to see these, touch them or lick them and I have yet so see what shade of pink your tight little cunt is. I love nothing better than eating out a woman, I could do it for hours and I intend to get my fill of yours later.’

  ‘O God,’ I moaned, my legs were still trembling from earlier.

  ‘Do not worry, ma belle. I will let you eat and recover first, but then I intend for your thighs to clamp around my ears, as I taste you for the first time. Come out when you are ready.’ He kissed my neck and slipped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the heated rail and wrapping it around his insane body, as he winked at me and disappeared. I groaned and quickly cleaned my swollen pussy thoroughly. It ached, deliciously. I’d never been so well fucked before. I tipped my head back under the spray and let it blast my face, hoping the hot water would be enough to remove my already streaked mascara and used the heels of my hands to make sure, before turning off the dials and swaddling myself in one towel and roughly drying my hair with another. I went and looked at myself in his bathroom mirror, my eyes were sparkling and my cheeks had a rosy glow. Getting fucked like that suited me, it was a shame it didn’t happen more often.

  I padded out to find him in the kitchen, pouring a couple of glasses of white wine. His nostrils flared as he saw me walking over. I noticed that he’d already put the fruit back on the table and gathered our clothes off the floor. Mine were neatly folded on a chaise longue by the front door, my boots perfectly lined up underneath. I wondered what had happened to my knickers. I’d liked that matching set. He held out one of the glasses of wine, which I took with a shy smile as his eyes roved appreciatively over my skimpily clad body, so I took the opportunity to do the same to his, stifling my groan with a sip of wine.

  ‘It’s a great place,’ I observed as I looked around, noticing the lack of personal effects like pictures or knick knacks. There was a distinct lack of clutter. It was a modern functional space. The only thing I could tell from an assessment of his personal space was that he liked modern art and was a neat freak, like me. I walked over to his desk and trailed a finger along it, wondering what he did, he obviously wasn’t short of money. I did a circuit of the room, taking the odd sip of wine as I did and a few quick glances over my shoulder to look at him, but had to look away really quickly, as he was just leaning back against his sleek glossy kitchen counter watching me, eagle eyed. ‘You’re not much of a talker unless it’s about sex, are you?’ I called.

  ‘No,’ he replied, dead pan, making me laugh.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘I’ve never really been in to chit-chat. I read people’s body language and I say what I need to in a succinct way as possible.’

  ‘Your friends must find you a real hoot then,’ I smiled as I made my way back to the kitchen. ‘This is delicious wine.’

  ‘I know, I have a taste for expensive, luxurious things,’ he s
miled, setting down his glass. He snatched mine out of my hand as I approached him and plonked it on the counter, then grabbed my hand. ‘I have a feeling that you’ll taste even more delicious than this rare vintage and I need to find out right now.’

  ‘Now?’ I asked, wide eyed. He just grinned and walked me quickly to his bed, ripping my towel off me as he pushed me down onto my back, his eyes narrowing as he watched my breasts bouncing as I landed on the soft mattress.

  ‘Move up the bed,’ he ordered. I found myself complying without even thinking about it. He just had a seriously commanding tone. ‘Spread your legs, don’t make me ask twice,’ he warned, as I hesitated at that request. I did, as I bit my lip with the shame of him standing looking down at me. A low growl escaped his lips as he quickly dropped to lie between my thighs and his thumbs peeled me apart. ‘Fuck. Your cunt is the prettiest I have ever seen. Small and perfectly formed, a delicate baby pink, so plump and wet. I need to taste you, so badly.’

  ‘Please,’ I whispered quietly, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him. His lips curled into a smile as he dipped his head, holding my gaze and ran his tongue up my length, both of us groaning in unison, then he dipped his tongue inside me, making me cry out.

  ‘You taste incredible, Lulu. Sweet and delicate, yet you reek of sex and this scent charges straight to my cock and has him instantly hard for you. A man who drowned in these juices, would be a lucky man indeed.’ His eyelids hung heavy on his flame filled eyes, as he slowly circled from my clenching entrance up to delicately tease my clit, before repeating over and over, building me up as I started to breathe faster and faster, my hips starting to flex, pushing me onto his skilled tongue as my fingers gripped the sheets below me.

  ‘O my God,’ I sighed, my breaths coming hard and fast as he applied more pressure and started to vary the speed, occasionally thrusting into me, then sucking on my clit. I fell back on the bed, one hand reached to grasp his hair as I stared wildly at the ceiling. I blinked a few times, wondering why he had a large white painted hook right above his bed attached to some kind of motor, but when he delicately bit my clit, I squealed and forgot all about it, as my eyes closed and I gave in to what was happening at the apex of my thighs. Was there anything this man did badly? I moaned loudly as I felt myself rapidly heating up, boiling point approaching far too fast. Why couldn’t I have a long, slow, drawn out orgasm? I wanted it to last forever, but no, my body seemed programmed to respond to his attentions quicker than anyone who’d ever touched me.

  ‘Merde, this is hot, you are leaking faster than I can eat you,’ he mumbled, as he sucked on me noisily. I detonated, my thighs clamping tightly around his head, just like he said they would, as I shuddered against his face, a series of garbled, fractured sentences spilling from my mouth as he extracted himself and crawled up my body, lowering his lips to mine. I could taste myself all over him, hot, rich and musky, as his tongue danced gently with mine, calming me, soothing me, as I came down from my high.

  ‘You’re … something else,’ I sighed as he looked down at me.

  ‘I do not comprehend this expression. Is this a good thing or non?’ he asked, looking perplexed.

  ‘It’s an amazing, O.. My.. God.. thing. How did you learn to do that?’ I asked, my eyes drooping from the effort of holding them open as small tremors continued to ravage my body.

  ‘Many hours of practice, but none as pleasurable as with you. There is something about you that I cannot put my finger on. You … intoxicate me,’ he whispered, then reached over to grab his phone from the bedside table and quickly took some pictures of me, despite my protests, all the while telling me how beautiful I was. We both jumped at the same time as a loud buzzing noise filled the apartment. ‘Put your arms around my neck, quickly,’ he ordered. I did as I was told, though it took all of my focus and energy. I was shattered. He lifted me up, pulled the sheet on the bed back, carefully lying me down in it, then covered me. He winked down at me before striding off towards the front door, his erection tenting his towel. ‘Oui, c’est moi, dernier étage,’ he stated, speaking into an intercom on the wall, presumably telling the delivery people where he was. As if he wasn’t sexy enough as it was, hearing him speak French just slayed me.

  I struggled to a sitting position, gathering the sheet around my chest as he grabbed some notes from a bowl on the hall table by the chaise longue, opened the door and handed them over in exchange for our food. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, the smell of lemon, ginger and garlic so tempting. We were soon tucking into bowls of steaming rice, spicy noodles and delicious beef in a hot pepper sauce and strips of chicken in a tangy lemon one. He’d laughed at my pathetic attempts to use the chopsticks he’d provided me with, which he’d exchanged for a fork and I asked him about his artwork, which he was more than happy to discuss. It was the most I’d heard him say, that didn’t involve anything to do with sex. He cleared up, then lay on the bed next to me, as I lay on my side and told him about Coco and Phoebe and why we were here, before he suddenly interrupted me.

  ‘I need to fuck you, Lulu. You have my cock quivering with longing, but I want to play with you first.’

  ‘Play with me? What like hide and seek or something?’ I laughed.

  ‘Non, not hide and seek. I took it easy on you earlier, something I have never done, but now I need to fuck you the way I like to fuck.’

  ‘That was taking it easy?’ I looked at him stunned, as he smiled and quickly pushed me onto my back and straddled me.

  ‘I am a man who likes control in the bedroom, who likes to see a woman helpless to his attentions. Give me your consent, nothing would make me happier.’

  ‘Consent for what?’ I asked, feeling confused, then sighing as he nibbled the side of my neck.

  ‘To me tying you up.’

  ‘What?’ I bit, shocked.

  ‘Hmmm, as I guessed, you are naïve when it comes to certain types of pleasure. Trust me, Lulu. Have I not given you pleasure, as promised, so far tonight? Let yourself be led by me, give me free hand and I can make it even better. I promise I won’t harm you, nothing I do will be other than to ensure both your and my sexual gratification. I want to secure your hands and have you spread for me, so I can touch you, lick you, fuck you, without you being able to touch me or see what I’m about to do. You have no idea how good I could make you feel.’

  ‘This is something you do often?’ I asked, my heart racing in my chest. I’d read books about men who liked this type of kink, lots of women were enjoying it given the boom of sexually explicit erotica on the market lately, but I’d never tried it.

  ‘Not often no. Most women I fuck are a one-time deal, I simply need a release after working hard all week. Occasionally one will hold my interest for a second time and then I like to kick it up a gear, yes.’

  ‘Then I guess I should be flattered that I’ve held your interest,’ I bit, as I shoved his shoulder and tried to get out of the bed. He quickly pinned me to it and looked at me puzzled.

  ‘You are angry with me? Because I speak my mind and say what I want? Is this not the English way?’

  ‘O no, some of them are arrogant arses too,’ I hissed. What was I thinking? He said he fucked women then kicked them out, he wasn’t interested in me, I was just another fuck, one he saw lasting for a second time tonight, then what? I’d be thrown out into the hall, along with my clothes. Well thanks but no thanks.

  ‘I am an arrogant arse?’ he chuckled.

  ‘Yes! You use women and spit them out, well I’m not interested.’

  ‘You lie, ma belle. Consistently you lie to me. You tried to deny our attraction last night, you told me you weren’t interested until your hands were grasping at my shoulders, as your tongue sank into my mouth. You protested tonight that you didn’t sleep with men without an emotional connection, yet here you are, three mind blowing orgasms later and you have the nerve to say you are not interested? You are interested, you want my cock inside you again, making you scream the way none of your pansy arse
d British boyfriends have ever done. Why should you care if I use women to get myself off, when I offer you so much more in return?’ he demanded, his eyes challenging me.

  ‘You may be used to this, I’m not, it’s degrading,’ I said quietly, tears filling my eyes.

  ‘Non, it is not degrading. We are two passionate people with needs, there is nothing degrading about sex between two consenting parties. I do not parade you for others to see, I do not humiliate or abuse you, I will not hurt you. What are you so afraid of?’

  ‘I’m not afraid,’ I bit back, fire rising in my belly. Dom always challenged me when we were growing up, trying to make out that being a girl I was scared and weak and I hated it. It made me more determined to prove him wrong, to prove all men who thought that about me wrong. ‘Fine, do your kinky shit, let’s see who’s afraid.’

  ‘Kinky shit,’ he laughed, his shoulders shaking. ‘This is not kink to me, neither will you be calling it shit when you are begging me to stop because I have exhausted you.’

  ‘You talk a good talk, but I’m yet to find myself snoring on your pillow,’ I retorted with a glare.

  ‘You have already had more explosive orgasms with me than you have had in your entire life,’ he scowled. ‘Do not lie to yourself, fine you want exhaustion, I will give it to you. Get up, kneel in the middle of the bed and hold out your wrists.’

  ‘Fine,’ I snapped, shoving him off me and doing as I was told. He disappeared through one of the other doors to my right as my chest heaved. I was mad now, who did he think he was? If he thought I was going to back down from his challenge, he underestimated me. I nearly ate my words as he reappeared with a shining, long steel chain draped around his neck, the ends wrapped around his fists. I felt my eyes widen in horror as my heart raced at dangerous speeds.

  ‘Relax. I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you. For this to work you have to trust me.’

  ‘I barely know you,’ I retorted, clocking my quickest route across his apartment to the door.