by Anna Collins
“This is just the beginning. Tonight, you’ll dine with me on some of the finest seafood that these oceans have ever given life to. My chef has already been informed of some of the delicacies that I would like to see on the menu tonight. You may find some to your liking, but I’m betting that there are others that will make you turn your nose up. I implore you to test the waters and you never know what you are going to like, until you have a taste for yourself,” He said as he put his arm around me in a comforting way.
The path led to a vast lawn that was lush and looked like it was well manicured.
The house itself was this white modern day beach resort. The pool was an Olympic size and there was a beach house to change into something a little more revealing. The humidity was fierce and made my clothes stick to me. He had his jacket off and his cuffs rolled up. He really did look like he was comfortable in this kind of environment. He wore a pair of aviator sunglasses. They were mirrored, so that he was hiding his true intentions and the windows to the soul.
The house itself had a deck high above that surrounded the entire thing. It had this cozy, but yet intimidating feel.
“I can’t see any reason why you would want to leave this place ever. If I were you, I would always be here and nothing else would do,” I said as I looked around at the beauty.
He guided me with a gentle hand down a red cobblestone path and then up a set of daunting stairs that led to a view that made my heart stop.
“Lucy, every morning, you can walk down that same path and take a walk on the beach with me. We can enjoy each other’s company, before we have to get to work for the 3 hours that I have requested of you. It’s not mandatory, but I do come out here in the morning to practice yoga and breathe through a few meditation exercises. It might be good for you to get in touch with your inner core.”
He turned around and walked over to the sliding doors leading to a kitchen that would’ve made Martha Stewart proud. Everything was stainless steel.
The aroma of lobster and scallops, not to mention a medley of other dishes came floating into my olfactory senses. The chef was wearing his customary white jacket and had this eastern flair. Devlin talked to him in a language that I didn’t understand. I think that was by design.
“I think that it would be a good idea for you to go to your room and pick out something nice to wear for dinner. It doesn’t have to be anything formal. In fact, I think casual and light is the order of the day. We will be dining outside on the deck,” He said as he went to the kitchen with his hands clasped behind his back.
The idea of having dinner outdoors appealed to me. Any time that I was at a restaurant in the summer, I would make a point to take my meal outside to enjoy whatever warm weather Chicago had to offer.
He went back to conversing with the chef. They appeared to get along famously and were literally laughing in a boisterous way, as I made my way up the winding metal staircase to the second floor. He didn’t tell me which room was mine, but I had a feeling that the master bedroom was off limits. My curiosity got the best of me and I took a peek to see a man cave of sorts. There was the TV on the wall that had to be 40 inches. The bed itself was most likely king size. It had blood red silk sheets with a balcony that gave the same view that I had seen from down on the first floor. There were panoramic views from every window in the house.
The master bathroom was his version of a personal oasis. The claw tub was a testament to a bygone era that was making this resurgence. The huge shower with the two shower heads was big enough to house six people.
With my curiosity satisfied, I made my way down to another master bedroom. It was a duplicate to his, except my sheets were black. The bathroom was spectacular with a kind of blue marble that took on different colors according to the light that was hitting it in just the right way.
I opened the walk-in closet and was amazed to see a medley of dresses that had me anxious to try one on. I chose a white summer flowing dress that had a plunging neckline and this slit on each side leading to a glimpse of my supple thighs. It was very comfortable. It had that summer air that surrounded me like a personal glove.
I tossed myself back onto the most comfortable mattress that I had ever had the fortune to sleep in. I sank into it and I closed my eyes to the sound of the waves outside my door. It was a short walk down the path to the beach. I was going to utilize all the amenities for the week that I was going to be here. I was actually glad that I was here, but maybe that was a little naïve.
Chapter 7
I came downstairs and the magical setting of the sunset outside was only outdone by the candlelight dinner waiting for me. Devlin was wearing a pair of white pants with a yellow summer shirt opened to reveal what he had been hiding from me in Chicago.
He was no stranger to a gym and those muscles were something to behold. On further inspection, that shirt was short sleeved and had the motif of tribal tattoos. He looked amazing. The steaming plate under the cloche had drawn me to it like a moth to a flame.
He opened my chair and then he pushed it back in when I sat down. There was a chilled bottle of champagne and there was already a glass poured in my honor.
“I didn’t know if you liked champagne, but I thought that I would take a chance. The fish is something that they find locally and has been sautéed in a dill sauce that will melt in your mouth,” He said as he lathed butter onto the fresh vegetable steaming from his plate.
I took a sip of the champagne and the bubbles tickled my nose.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. My head is swimming and I still can’t believe that I’m really here,” I said as I sat down and picked up my fork.
One bite of that fish and I was transported to paradise in the making. The lobster had already been broken down.
I pried open the shell on the tail and cracked into the claws like a seasoned professional. I cut myself, but it made me smile thinking about those days that I had done the same thing. It was the lobster’s final act of defiance.
“If I haven’t told you already, you look absolutely to die for. That dress really suits you. I’m glad that my eye for detail made it possible for me to have everything here and prepared for you when you arrived,” He said this like it was a date. There was a moment there that I thought of him, as maybe the perfect man.
“You’re a man full of surprises. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything less.” I said as I put the napkin folded nicely in my lap.
I was the kind of girl that could eat anything I wanted and not gain an ounce. It was a good thing, considering that dessert consisted of a Crème Brule that was almost better than sex. The chocolate danced on my palate. I had to close my eyes after the meal to fully experience the flavors and the smells.
I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. The straps of my dress were being pulled down. I was in a state of a food orgasm and the feel of his fingers delicately massaging my flesh was the missing piece. I leaned back against him, letting him apply just the right pressure to put me into a relaxed state of mind.
“I’ve been told that I have the magic touch, but I will let you decide that for yourself,” He said as he massaged the knot out of my shoulder blade.
I looked back at him, as he easily lifted me from the chair and onto my feet. He took my hand and led me up those winding stairs, until we were standing at the threshold to his master bedroom.
I don’t know when he found the time, but there was a trail of red and white roses leading to his bed that had been turned down. There was soft classical jazz music playing with the candlelight giving off this romantic tone that was almost hard to resist.
“Be still my heart. I didn’t think that you had this in you, but maybe I was wrong,” I said as I felt his hot breath behind me.
The straps were still down over my shoulders and the only thing that was keeping me from being exposed was the gravity of my breasts holding up the rest of the dress. He walked over to the bed and placed his two hands on the sheet. It was his way of motioni
ng me closer, until I was lying on my chest with him straddling me from behind.
“I don’t think that you’ll need this anymore.” I felt his hands tugging the dress down over my naked back and then exposing my tight ass cheeks to his eager gaze.
I shivered, but I was remarkably calm. The whole night had been something that only dreams are made of. I saw him reach for a bottle of what looked like massage oil. He squirted some into his hands and he began to make me swoon to his touch.
“I will say that your idea of seduction is better than most. Guys don’t usually go to this much trouble to get laid. They might buy you dinner and expect afterward that you’re going to put out. You’ve taken that concept and made it into something that no woman could say no to,” I said as his hands were moving down my spine.
He was soon touching on that special spot on the small of my back. I made this involuntary moan of desire, which made him giggle underneath his breath like he knew that this was the road to getting me out of my panties.
I don’t even know how, but he had taken them off. I saw the frilly black material hanging over the lampshade.
His fingers massaged my ass cheeks and then I felt some of that warm oil making its way down. It was causing me to squirm noticeably. His finger followed the oil and he was soon penetrating my interior folds. My inner muscles were grabbing onto his finger, but he was in no hurry to force the issue. He was taking his time and allowing my body to accept whatever he had in mind.
The wind blew and the white curtains billowed into the room. His teeth nipped the back of my neck and I could feel his desire for me.
“I wanted to make everything special for you. I don’t want to give you any reason to suspect that I have any other motives than making you happy.” His words were like syrup and they were certainly having the desired results.
“I don’t know what to…AHHHHHHH,” I moaned as he grabbed my hair roughly.
He pulled me back, so that I was staring at him. He kissed me and his tongue twisted around my own and ignited those nerve endings at the top of my mouth. The use of force and the feel of my follicles being pulled were almost like an instant aphrodisiac.
I felt his hand smack my ass and it made me jump and moan into the very mouth that I was kissing. He bit my tongue and then pulled away with his teeth still holding onto my bottom lip. My whole body was in shock, as he had turned from a gentle lover to that of somebody with sadistic tendencies. It was like he was balancing one with the other.
“You don’t have to say anything. Your body is saying it all for you. I know exactly what it wants,” I said it like we had been lovers for years.
He had his hands on top of me. I tried to struggle free, but it was in vain. I felt his cock nestled in between the oiled cheeks of my ass with the tip of his cock touching my lips with a profound interest to find the entry.
“I don’t know about this, Devlin… Oh my god.”
Any thoughts of reservation went out the window, as his cock head began to strike repeatedly against my overripe and visible clit. He was striking it with a bit of his sticky cream making for quite a slippery sensation.
He was on top of me and I felt a little trapped, but nothing that I couldn’t handle. He didn’t try to fuck me, but I had a feeling that was his main purpose for this exercised in romance.
I’d had a few glasses of that champagne and it had indeed lowered my inhibitions. I couldn’t help, but to wonder what it would feel like to take what I could only assume was 8 inches of solid man meat. His excitement and arousal were not something that he was trying to hide. I didn’t even know when he got naked, but it was away from my hungry eyes.
“I just want you to enjoy yourself and to feel the kind of pleasure that women everywhere would be envious about. Let your body tell you exactly what it wants and the rest will follow.” He whispered these words into my ear and the feel of his shaft fucking through my cheeks and causing a sort of friction along my slit had certainly gotten my attention.
He knew how to shock the senses with not only his words, but food and then his hands and body to follow suit.
His tongue touched my neck and my body trembled to the touch of his fingers grazing down my side. My nipples were rubbing hotly against the sheets and sending signals down to another part of my anatomy. I knew without even looking that I was soaking wet.
“You have the kind of body that I want to start at the top and work my way down to the bottom,” He said with his eyes on fire for me.
He trailed with his tongue down the very spot that he had already used his nimble fingers to get rid of any kind of hesitation. I had my hand holding onto the bars of the headboard. I felt his fingers opening up the gates to heaven. No woman alive would deny themselves the chance to have some oral foreplay.
My legs were spread wide and then my lips were pulled apart in an obvious welcome. He blew warm air and made me twist and turn. He touched the inside of my thighs and I quivered like that of a virgin about to be touched for the first time. He circled the area around, but never actually gave in to the need to show me any kind of mercy. He was teasing endlessly and then finally he touched the tip of his tongue to my pussy. He moved in a straight line, until he was burying that long oral digit.
“I don’t know about anybody else, but that has to be the best feeling in the… WORLD.” My breathy response fueled him with a kind of ravenous desire that was hard to pull away from.
He hummed a tune, while tongue fucking my hole and digging his fingers into the cheeks of my ass.
“Don’t stop…don’t ever fucking stop.” I don’t think that I had to say anything. It didn’t look like he had any place better to be.
“You are, so responsive and I have no doubt that this week is going to open your eyes to all sorts of possibilities.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but for right now I was concentrating on that orgasmic sensation that was creeping up on me. There was no way that I could hold it back. It was like he had a road map to my anatomy and could play me like a musical instrument. “Life as you know it is never going to be the same again.”
“I’m cumming… I’m cumming.” I lost control, squirming and thrashing with no idea of how he was able to read my body.
He wasn’t just aware of the pretty cover, but he had now delved into the pages of my hidden desire. I saw these pretty lights and I knew that my scream would wake up the dead. I was trying to tell him that I was disgusted by his behavior, but it certainly didn’t come out that way.
I thought that he was done, but apparently he was only beginning. He continued to take me to one orgasm after another making me feel like I was having my very first multiple climax. It was that long endless chain of pleasure that had me practically powerless and depleted like that of a rag doll.
I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move. I looked through my hazy vision to see that he had affixed a pair of handcuffs to my wrist. They were like shackles through the bars and holding me from both sides like some sort of prisoner.
I panicked for a second, but then I came again and lost all conscious thought about being made into his personal toy. I think I liked the idea of being taken. It let me give in to my hidden desires without the guilt.
I felt my knees scraping along the surface of the sheet, until my back was arched and my ass upturned. There was something wet drizzling down my crack and then I heard the smacking of flesh against flesh. I had to hazard a glance to see that he was stroking life into his manhood. The glistening shaft drew my eyes to him. My pupils were dilated from the pleasure that he had already inflicted on me.
I had a feeling that I was going under and drowning in pleasure was not out of the realm of possibility. He moved into position holding my hips for leverage and drawing a line with his cock head from where my clit was all the way up to the hole that became something of a vacuum suction.
I didn’t mean to, but my body was acting with a mind of its own. Once that plum sized knob slipped through the resistance, the
rest followed, but not by any thrust of his hips.
“You just swallowed me whole. I didn’t even have to do anything. You are absolutely amazing. I knew that I chose the right girl to bring here with me this week. I will tell you that you were not the only one, but you were the odds-on favorite. I liked that you weren’t like everybody else. You have this innocence. It helped that you struggled with the decision and didn’t just give in right away. I wanted a challenge and someone deserving of coming here with me…I found that in you.”
He was balls deep and I was pulling at those chains, which of course was rubbing my wrist raw.
“God damn it… Devlin…you’re in there fucking deep and I love it.” I didn’t want to admit any such thing, but the words were already spilling from my lips, before I even had a chance to stop myself.
