by Sierra Cole
“Wow, that’s amazing!” I blurt out as the delicious liquid totally overwhelms my senses. It’s way, way better than I was expecting, and I have to hold myself back from just gulping it all back in one.
“It’s a Chateau Margaux, 2009,” he explains. “And let’s just say it wasn’t cheap so I’m glad you can appreciate it’s fineries. But anyway, I believe you were about to tell me about yourself ...”
I shake my head. “Honestly?” I offer. “There’s really not that much to tell.”
“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true,” he smiles back, lifting his wine glass and taking a sip, the ruby liquid sparkling on his full lips, forcing me to imagine what it might feel like to have those amazing lips touch against my own. “Where did you go to school?”
“Oh, just a crappy public high school,” I say with a sigh.
“And what were your hobbies?”
“I don’t know,” I reply, wishing we could change the damn subject. You see, for some reason I’ve always found focus on me kind of uncomfortable and awkward; I don’t know why. “The same as anyone I guess? Hanging out with my friends, watching TV, going to the mall. Seriously, I’m really kind of boring.”
He smiles and nods to himself, as if he’s made some amazing discovery. But I can’t for the life of me think what it could be.
“You’re determined not to stand out form the crowd in any way, aren’t you?” he says quietly. “But I just know there’s more to you, Alisha Adams. And by the end of the week, my dear, I promise you I’ll find out what it is.”
“Your accent,” I begin. “It’s so strange. Where are you from?”
But just then, the silent butler in his dazzling red suit comes back into the room, carrying our plates, bursting the bubble on our conversation just as it was starting to get interesting.
He sets mine down in front of me, then walks around to Marcus’s side of the table and does the same. Marcus gives him the smallest of nods in acknowledgement, and then as before the waiter slips out of the room so quickly and silently you could almost forget he was there.
I look down at my plate; it looks a-mazing. I cut of a tentative sliver of the tenderly cooked meat, then lift it to my mouth.
Ohmyfreakinggod!
It’s totally and utterly divine. By far the best food I’ve ever tasted.
“You like?” Marcus says.
I nod emphatically, my mouth full.
“Good,” he says softly. “Because I want you to understand, Alisha, that it’s your pleasure that I’m intent on uncovering this week. You see, that’s what turns me on – watching you enjoy yourself ...”
The suggestive tone of what he’s saying seeps through me, making it a little difficult to swallow my food. And I get the feeling that as soon as this meal is over, he’s going to have something other than food on his mind ...
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Marcus
There’s something so sweet and innocent about this girl. I mean, sure, I knew she was going to be innocent in regards to her sexual experience. But the rest? Well, it’s just so damn refreshing to meet someone so pure, someone who isn’t so jaded and bored with life as I sometimes feel.
As soon as the meal is over, I fix her in my gaze and say, slowly but confidently, “Well, Alisha, I think it’s time we went somewhere a little more comfortable. What do you say?”
I mean, she can’t exactly refuse, can she? After all, we both know that that’s why she’s here – and now it’s time to see just how willing she really is.
There’s a pause, as if she’s processing just what our little arrangement entails.
And then she nods, shyly.
“Sure, okay,” she says, the nerves audibly jangling in her voice, but I can tell from the subtle flush that’s risen to her face and the way the points of her nipples have emerged just a little from beneath the unforgivingly tight fabric of her dress that she wants this, just as much as I do – maybe even more so.
I reach out to take her hand, suddenly aware that this will be the first time we’ve actually touched. And when we do, in that split second that her skin touches against mine, it’s like a flash of fire runs right the way through me, sizzling and crackling in my very nerve endings.
Woah, I think to myself, totally taken aback. I wasn’t expecting that ...
And it seems like she must feel the same way. Maybe it’s the wine, or maybe she’s not used to standing on such gigantic heels, but she stumbles ever so slightly, giving me the perfect opportunity to slip my arm around her slender waist, sending another almost painful charge of lust-tinged excitement coursing through my body, my cock swelling a little and my balls tightening as if in anticipation of what’s to come.
God, her body is just perfect. So slim, so slender, so fragile ...
I turn and lead the way, slowly and confidently, through these long winding corridors that I’ve come to call home, and up the large set of stairs that take us up towards my bedroom.
We’re both silent – the stillness and anticipation pulsing around us as we make our way ever closer to the door to my room.
Once we finally reach it, I push it open, letting her set eyes on my room for the first time, happy with the impression it obviously makes on her. After all, this room was designed to impress.
It’s lit by soft low lighting, set into the ceiling, and in the center stands my huge four poster bed covered with blue silk sheets, so sumptuous and inviting.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper softly, standing right behind her, letting the warmth of my breath dance against the beautiful ebony skin of her neck, realizing with delight that my words are sending a visible prickle of goose pimples flashing across her perfect flesh. “We’ll take this really slowly ... In fact tonight, you can relax, because I don’t even want to go all the way. Tonight, all I want is to see your body, Alisha. So ... Would you do me the honor of undressing?”
She turns around to face me, those big brown eyes like two liquid pools. So innocent. So trusting. So perfect.
And then she nods, and I feel another powerful rush of blood – this time straight to my cock.
I take a step back, in order to take a seat on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide, not caring if she can see how fucking hard she’s already making me.
And now I’m finally ready for this show to begin ...
With shaking fingers, I watch with anticipation as she reaches behind her back and slowly unzips the dress, letting it slip from her slender shoulders and pool to the floor around her ankles, leaving her dressed in just her plain black bra and simple cotton panties, panties which are cut in a basic, conservative style – as if to give away all over again just how inexperienced she is at all things sexual.
And I can tell from her awkward movements, and from her body language, that she must be feeling so self conscious right about now. It would certainly make sense.
After all, I’m guessing she’s never been this undressed in front of a guy before. But even through her nerves, I can tell that she’s getting turned on, too: her nipples are stiffening of their own accord, pressing visibly beneath the flimsy fabric of her bra as if they’re trying to give away the dark thoughts that seem to have awoken within the very deepest parts of her.
“There’s no need to be afraid,” I say, fixing my burning eyes on hers, my gaze so intense, so intimate that she has no choice but to turn her face to the floor. “I just want to enjoy your body, Alisha.”
She nods timidly, as I stand again, stepping towards her and pulling her face to my own, my hand beneath her chin, holding her in place, as I lean my face towards hers, kissing her so softly and gently on the lips I’ve been so desperate to taste.
And as I kiss her, it’s as if some dam bursts open inside her; betraying the very depths and power of her own lust. I feel her moan softly as we kiss, her whole body trembling, and I just know that if I were to slip my hand between her legs right now, I’d find her so hot and wet – so fucking ready for me.
A part of me just wants to rava
ge her – right here and now. But I know that there’s an even greater, sweeter pleasure in taking this slow ...
Letting her desires slowly stir and awaken, one gentle step at a time.
She visibly shivers, standing there before me as I take in her body so hungrily with my eyes, knowing that soon I’ll be able to explore it with my hands, too.
God. She’s so fucking perfect, so beautifully in proportion: the smooth chocolate color of her skin, the fragile delicacy of her collar bone, not to mention her small but pert breasts, her nipples pressing so prominently now against the cups of her bra, as if aching for me to kiss and caress them, just begging me to set them free ...
I can’t take any more of this.
Slowly but surely, I begin to undress her, teasing first one then the other of the straps of her bra from her shoulders. And as I do, I can feel her yielding to me, giving in to me – knowing that for this week at least, she’s mine now, for me to use however I please
I hold my breath, my cock so fucking hard, as a moment later I gently ease her out of her panties too, sliding them confidently down her thighs, leaving her finally naked there before me; no doubt the first time she’s ever been fully naked around another person before – or at least another guy.
I take a deep breath, blown away all over again by this angel standing there before me. Very slowly I let my eyes travel over her slender naked frame, first taking in her breasts, her nipples so swollen by now that they’re standing up in two prominent puckered dark brown points, and then moving down over her toned stomach to the fuzz of black hair that grows between her legs.
For some reason, I’d imagined she’d be shaved down there, but this is even better – it shows me that she’s not even thought about things like that, that she’s even more innocent than I’d hoped.
I reach out a hand and tenderly stroke my fingertips over her smooth velvet skin, tracing slowly but surely from her shoulder and then over her collarbone towards her right breast. As my fingers gently enclose it, she lets out the softest of sighs, then quickly falls silent again, her whole body shivering at my touch. I watch her bite her lip and close her eyes as my fingers gently cup her breast, savoring its weight in my palm, my thumb now tracing slow and delicate circles around the puckered brown flesh of her small, rock hard nipple.
She just can’t take it any longer; I watch another tremor pass powerfully through her body and then, a moment later, she lets out a soft low moan, which sounds as if it comes right from the very center of her.
“God, your body’s absolutely perfect, Alisha,” I murmur, my senses filling with her: the floral innocence of her perfume intermingling with the unmistakable sweet musk of her dampening sex.
I take a deep breath, relishing the pulsing silence that’s blooming between us now – because in this moment it feels as if the whole world had frozen stock still around us.
I suck my breath deep into my lungs and hold it there, as I slowly trace my hand even further downwards, over her toned flat belly, and then finally between her legs, palm up, my fingertips brushing the silky fuzz of her pubic hair, then further downwards, registering the sheer heat and wetness that’s already seeping out from between her legs. I let my fingers gently part her hot swollen lips, then push a little ways inside her, feeling just how fucking tight she is ... And then all of a sudden she reaches out and grips my wrist, stopping me, her pretty eyes flashing open in a look of horror.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, trying to put her at ease. “I know what I’m doing. I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”
She nods, slowly letting go of my wrist, and once again I start stroking her, right there between her legs, each brush of my fingertips causing another delicious shiver to run right through her, and of course more of that sweet warm nectar to pulse steadily from between her lips, thoroughly slicking and coating my fingers.
“See how well your body responds?” I whisper, as my fingers move gently back and forth, back and forth, drawing out even more of that warm wetness that seems to ooze from the very center of her, bringing her slowly but surely towards a state of shivering light-headedness.
I trace upwards now, flicking my fingertips gently over her hard, swollen bean of her clit, and all of a sudden she’s coming against my fingers, gasping and shuddering. To retain her balance, she throws her arms around my neck, still moaning softly, her whole body visibly shuddering, the pleasure still sweeping through her.
Afterwards, I watch her blush and squirm with embarrassment, quickly covering her face with her hands.
I laugh and shake my head. “There’s nothing at all to be ashamed of, Alisha,” I murmur softly. “Pleasure is something simply to be enjoyed.”
“It’s just that I’ve never done that ... You know, in front of another man,” she explains, her voice still shaky. “I’ve hardly even done it on my own ...”
“Good,” I reply with a smile. “In that case, I expect there to be plenty more firsts over the coming week, too.”
Alisha
I wake up for a moment unsure where I am. And then I remember: the events of last night spilling back into my head in such a crazy jumble, so unreal now that they could all be from a dream. I remember the last words he spoke to me, just before I left, and then how I gathered my clothes, quickly pulling them back on and somehow finding my way on my own through the crazy maze of bare white corridors and back to my room, my legs still so shaky from that pleasure that I wasn’t even slightly used to.
I lie there for a while in my bed, enjoying the morning sunshine that’s finding its way in through the venetian blinds, unsure what to do, occasionally glancing at that telephone by my bed, and remembering Helena’s words – that I could call her for anything I wanted, anything at all ...
I shake my head and push myself up on my elbows.
Nope.
Sorry Helena, but I’m just not that kind of girl.
I’ve got this far by doing things myself, and that’s how I intend to continue ...
So I get out of bed and then tiptoe through to the wardrobe to see if it has any slightly more casual clothes in it, or whether it’s all just high-end couture.
To my surprise and delight, I find a huge cupboard crammed full of comfy jeans and sweat pants and hoodies, all seemingly just in my size, not to mention all the other essentials I’m gonna need to make it through this week: t-shirts, socks, pantyhose, bras, and of course panties, of all shapes and styles – and again all in exactly my size.
What the hell? I think as I study a bra, unable to believe that he has somehow found out my exact freaking cup size.
Once I’m dressed in a simple outfit of jeans, t-shirt and hoodie, I decide to head out to explore this amazing house a little more, and maybe find me some breakfast – or at least a cup of coffee – in the process.
As I wander through the winding halls, I start to hear the faint sounds of a radio playing some kind of classical music, and I begin to walk in the direction of the music until it’s getting pretty loud, blaring out in fact.
I turn a corner to discover an open doorway, and there in a large and ornate dining room, a different room to the one I ate in with Marcus last night, and which holds a table big enough to seat twenty comfortably, is Helena, polishing all the cutlery, the room flooded with the ear-splittingly-loud classical music that’s blasting out from a boom box near her feet on the floor.
But the moment she sees me, she half jumps out of her skin in shock, and the fact that she jumps causes me to jump too, both of us leaping backwards and putting our hands to our faces, before she quickly comes back to her senses and switches off the radio.
“Miss Adams!” she says. “You gave me such a fright. I am sorry. I just ... expected you to call. Is everything okay? Why in the world are you wandering the house? Is something the matter?”
“I just thought I’d explore a little ...” I explain, rather sheepishly.
Helena nods, but a puzzled smirk remains flickering at the corners of her lips, as if my expl
anation is kind of odd to her. “And how did you sleep?” she adds with a wink. “If you don’t mind me saying, you look radiant this morning ...”
I feel myself blush.
Does she know what we got up to last night?
“I’m glad to run into you, actually,” I say, trying to quickly change the question. “I just have to say, you weren’t wrong. That hot chocolate was the most delicious drink I think I’ve ever had in my life. I never thought something as simple as a cup of chocolate and milk could make me so happy.”
“You know?” Helena replies. “I’ve noticed in this house that, with all its finery and expensive antiques, the best pleasures in life really are often the simplest ones ...”
As she continues to speak, she gives me a look, as if to communicate that perhaps it isn’t just hot chocolate that she’s talking about here ...
“I think by the end of this week, Miss Adams, you might very well realize that he things that can make us most happy are those you can’t put any kind of price on ...”
§
Marcus
Damn. I just can’t stop thinking about this girl. She’s fogging up my head. I can still feel it: her skin – so soft against my fingertips – and I can still remember the way she shivered and trembled as I made her come. She must have been so fucking turned on; I only had to stroke her clit a couple of times before she came. And her pussy was so tight ... It’s going to feel fucking amazing when I drive my cock so deep and hard into her tonight ...
“What’re you thinking about, Marcus?” the voice says, startling me out of my thoughts. “You look totally lost in thought?”
I look up from my desk to see Julia, my goddamn secretary, standing there, one eyebrow raised to accompany that inquisitive, meddling smile of hers.
“Nothing that concerns you,” I murmur, feeling a flash of annoyance rising up inside me. “Didn’t you ever hear of knocking?”
