‘Please,’ she whispered.
‘Please what?’ His voice had deepened even more than usual and she found it hard to believe he was feeling lust at touching her body; the body she hated, the body Simon had left, the body with lumps and bumps and big everything.
‘Please take my jeans off.’
His hand moved away from her denim-clad mound and stroked her inner thigh. ‘Patience’ he said softly but firmly. ‘I’m in control here.’
She squirmed, needing his hand back on her intimate place.
He laughed quietly. ‘You are such a responsive woman. Yet no man has managed to discover that about you.’ He let his hand slide slowly....ever so slowly...back to her mound. As soon as he touched her there, Kirsty gasped a single ‘Oh’ of surprise and pleasure.
He pressed against the denim, stimulating her. His other hand moved beneath her to the button and zipper. Kirsty felt herself going crazy with need. Why was he so slow and deliberate? Couldn’t he tell how much she needed to be touched properly? It was enough to send her out of her mind.
He opened the button and unzipped her. She felt him tug at the jeans and they slid over her hips, taking her panties with them. He pulled them down to her knees and grunted approvingly at the sight of her naked pussy and bottom. Kirsty felt exposed and vulnerable but she also felt so horny it didn’t matter.
‘Beautiful,’ he said, and she was sure he couldn’t be talking about her. ‘You have an incredible arse,’ he said, stroking the swell of one bare buttock. His strong hand moved across the soft flesh to Kirsty’s butt crack and traced it down to her crotch, making her shudder beneath his intimate touch.
He found her slick folds and parted them, delving into her with a finger as his thumb rolled over her clit. She groaned and pushed her hips back. He was inside her up to his knuckle, his finger stroking her inner wall, searching for her G spot.
He found it and stimulated her there with light, expert movements of his fingers. At the same time, his thumb on her clit was driving Kirsty crazy. She felt any control she had over her body disappear as he controlled her with pleasure. His other hand caressed her bottom, squeezing and stroking.
It was too much for Kirsty. Without warning, she heard a scream that she realised was her own and a luscious orgasm took her in its blissful embrace. She gripped Blake’s finger with her inner muscles, wishing for more than just his finger but happy for now that at least some part of him was inside her. Her hips bucked with each flash of sensation that made her muscles jump. He inserted a second finger and removed his thumb from her clit, knowing that it would be too much for her now that orgasm had made her super-sensitive and also knowing that his two fingers gave her more to grip with her fluttering pussy muscles. She bore down on them strongly and continued to scream and pant with the ecstatic sensations that exploded within her.
When the orgasm subsided, Blake removed his fingers and Kirsty lowered her hips to the bed, lying there panting and recovering.
She heard him unzip his jeans and she tried to turn her head to see him but she was too exhausted. He climbed onto the bed behind her and from the juddering of the mattress, she knew he was pleasuring himself over her body. No man had ever done that before and it made her feel like a sexual goddess. Could the sight of her body really turn a man on so much that he could lose control and come?
That question was answered when she heard Tyler Blake suddenly grunt and felt his hot issue streak across her plump bottom. He released his hot seed, groaning with pleasure and spilling himself onto her full cheeks. Kirsty had never felt so desired or so feminine. She whispered, ‘Yes,’ to him and lay there receiving his lustful worship of her curves.
When he was spent, Blake got off the bed and she caught sight of his cock as he pulled his jeans back up. His manhood was thick and long and still hard and she felt pleased that the sight of her had made it that way and had made Blake lose control to the point of shooting his load.
He took her wrists gently and untied them, saying, ‘Now do you understand? Now do you know how Carrie must feel when Clay ties her up?’
Chapter Five
He was in the living room waiting for her after she got out of the shower for a second time. He smiled at her and she smiled back but she wasn’t sure what had just happened or why. Had he given her pleasure like that merely so she could write a better scene in her book? If so, she felt cheap. But there was no other explanation for their bedroom encounter; there was no way Tyler Blake was attracted to her. No way on earth. A man like him and a woman like her? It was unthinkable.
He handed her wine to her. He had topped it up. ‘Aren’t you having one too?’ she asked.
‘No, I have to drive back to the hotel.’
‘Of course.’ What had she dared to let herself hope? Of course he was leaving now.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow for more input,’ he said as he shrugged on his coat.
She nodded. ‘OK.’
With a brief smile, he was gone. Out of the door. She heard his car start up and drive away.
Sitting at the desk and looking out at the churning sea, she suddenly felt cold. The fire was dying. No need to put another log onto the glowing embers. She went into the bedroom and buried herself in the covers, curling up and closing her eyes against the tears that ran freely down her cheeks.
* * *
Tyler Blake drove through the rain, letting the metronomic whirr of the windscreen wipers dull his thoughts. He felt like he needed to distance himself from what had just happened because Kirsty Moore affected him in ways he had never felt before. He prided himself for his impassionate approach to everything; it was part of why he was so successful. But the curvy Romance author enraged passions within him to the point that he couldn’t control them anymore. No woman had ever had such an effect on him. How could he feel like this when he hardly knew her?
He directed the Bentley along the winding cliff road, concentrating on driving through the rain, before descending into Carbis Bay and heading for the hotel. When he got to his room, he sat on the edge of the bed and let his mind replay the events at the cottage. Kirsty had responded perfectly. She was truly a sub, even though that side of herself had been hidden until now. Tyler almost felt privileged to have made the discovery with her. But how far was he willing to let his feelings take him? What was going to happen tomorrow when he visited her again?
* * *
Kirsty slid out of bed at seven a.m. feeling refreshed. Despite her tears last night, sleep had put everything into perspective. So something had happened with Tyler Blake which she hadn’t meant to happen. She had let it go too far. These things occurred sometimes, although never to her. Besides, she could hardly blame her billionaire boss; he had told her to simply say ‘apples’ to stop everything. She hadn’t said the safe word. In fact, she had begged him to continue.
She dressed quickly, needing to do something, to busy herself. The sun streamed through the windows and she wanted to get out of the cottage and get some fresh air. She slid her Mac into its shoulder bag and slung it over her shoulder before heading out. Yesterday’s dark clouds were gone to be replaced by clear blue skies. Kirsty breathed in the air deeply, the scent of flowers and grass combined with sea salt unfamiliar but pleasing. She walked the winding road toward the beach and the town. It was too early for anyone but dog walkers to be out and she enjoyed the quiet and the view of the golden sands below the cliffs and the calm sea.
She found a cafe in town and she bought a coffee and a Danish. Sitting at one of the outside tables, she opened up her Mac and read over the manuscript. She knew now why Blake had wanted her to rewrite the scene with Carrie and Clay; the feelings she had given Carrie in the scene were nothing like the feelings she herself had felt last night. Everything she had written yesterday seemed inadequate now. Why had she decided to set the book in France? She had only been there once in her life. Maybe she should set the stor
y in Cornwall. Maybe instead of Carrie being a personal assistant to Clay, she could be a Romance author and he could be her publisher. Would Blake go for that? Was it too close to reality? Hell, it was her book. And it was being published under a pen name anyway so no one would ever know it was based on her own experience. She started a new document and began writing.
After a couple of hours, she decided to move to the beach. The streets had become busy with tourists and the hustle and bustle distracted her from the story in her head. She bought a beach blanket from a store festooned with inflatable dolphins and buckets and spades and she walked across to the golden curve of sand, looking for a quiet spot past the families in their fold-up chairs and the kids frolicking in the shallows. The air smelled of sandwiches and sun tan lotion until she made her way to the far side of the beach, below the imposing cliffs. She sat on the blanket in the shade of the huge rocky walls and balanced the laptop on her knees as she typed. She was glad most people didn’t bother to walk more than a few yards from the car park; she had this entire stretch of sandy beach to herself.
A couple of chapters in, she heard a deep voice. ‘Kirsty.’ Tyler Blake stood above her, dressed casually in blue jeans and a grey t-shirt which stretched tightly across his pecs and displayed his bulging arm muscles.
‘Hi,’ she said, trying to sound calmer than she felt. How the hell had he found her here?
‘I saw you from the cliffs,’ he said, as if reading her mind. ‘I was taking a walk. How’s the writing going?’ He gestured to the Mac on her knees.
‘I’ve made some changes.’
‘Oh?’ He raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘Mind if I take a look?’
She shrugged and handed him the laptop. Sitting next to her on the blanket, he scrolled through what she had so far and the ghost of a smile played on his lips. He nodded slowly and turned to her. ‘It’s us.’
‘Yeah. If you don’t like it, I can change it back.’
‘No, it’s fine. I think Carrie and Clay work better as writer and publisher.’
‘I’ll probably change their names eventually. You’re right about Carrie being too Sex And The City.’
He nodded and looked out across the sea. In the distance, a huge ship traversed the waves. ‘So what happens next?’ he asked.
She wasn’t sure if he meant the book or real life. ‘How do you mean?’
‘Well, we have the publisher and the author in a gradually-developing relationship based on a clause in Carrie’s writing contract. They’ve experimented with BDSM but things haven’t really progressed very far yet.’
‘Do you have any editorial suggestions?’ she asked.
He hesitated for a moment then said, ‘How about a change of scenery?’
She swallowed thickly. The sexual tension in the air between them was electric. ‘What do you suggest?’
‘The beach. A secluded area of the beach.’
‘With people around?’
He nodded and moved closer to her. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on her and he kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss, feeling like she was melting into his strong arms as they held her firmly. He broke the kiss and she looked into his grey eyes. ‘Carrie is very insecure about herself,’ she said.
‘I know. Clay knows. But even though Carrie doesn’t realise it yet, he thinks she is beautiful.’
‘No one has ever thought that about her before. She doesn’t even think it of herself.’
‘There’s a lot she has to learn.’ He leaned in and kissed her again, his tongue pushing past her lips slightly. When he pulled back, she was breathless.
‘Come back to the cottage with me,’ he said.
She nodded and gathered up her things. As they made their way back across the sand, Kirsty found herself hyper-aware of her surroundings. The families eating lunch on their blankets, the musky scent of Tyler Blake’s aftershave, the closeness of his body to hers. ‘Are we going to walk all the way to the cottage?’ she asked him.
‘No, we’re going to get a taxi. I can’t wait that long.’
* * *
He pushed her to the bed, his hands dragging at her t-shirt as he kissed her. Kirsty was a swirl of emotion and need. She felt his hands squeezing her breasts through her bra and her nipples grew hard in response to his touch. She moaned against his mouth and kissed him passionately.
He reached to the bottom drawer of the bedside table and she heard a metallic clink as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. A thrill flowed through her as she realised his intention. He pulled her arms up above her head and cinched one metallic cuff around her wrist, passing the short chain through the bars on the bed’s headboard before closing the other cuff on her other wrist. She was helpless beneath him as he lifted her t-shirt and laid hot kisses on the swells of her breasts above her bra cups.
Kirsty arched her back, needing more and getting it when he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it up to reveal her distended nipples before taking one into his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue. She moaned and writhed beneath him.
His hands travelled down her belly and unfastened her jeans, pulling them down urgently. He moved his head down to the juncture of her plump thighs and looked at the swell of Kirsty’s mound within her tight white panties. She wriggled beneath his attention and moaned when he touched the cotton with his tongue. He touched the front of her panties with a finger and traced it down the depression that outlined her slit beneath. Kirsty cried out and arched her hips to press herself against him harder but he controlled the pressure so that his touch was light and teasing. He hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down, taking her jeans with them and tossing them to the floor. Exposed to his gaze, Kirsty squirmed as he looked at her womanhood. Did he still think she was beautiful now he could see her revealed like this? She blushed as she realised he could see the soft dimples of cellulite on her inner thighs.
If her appearance put him off, he didn’t show it as he pulled off his t-shirt to reveal an upper body that could grace the pages of any men’s fitness magazine. He removed his jeans and boxers and his cock rose proud and thick from his groin. No matter what she thought of herself, or what other men thought of her, she obviously turned Tyler Blake on. He got a condom from the bedside table, unwrapped it and sheathed himself. Kirsty wriggled wantonly. She was going to have that big lovely cock inside her and she couldn’t wait.
He got back on the bed, lifted her legs so they rested on his muscular shoulders, and entered her. She gasped as she felt him push past her folds and slide into her. He grunted and pushed deeper, his girth stretching her. Propping himself up on his knuckles, he dipped in and out of her, taking pleasure from her tight pussy and giving her pleasure with his thick length.
He looked into her eyes as he plundered her with his manhood and she could see the lust he had for her. She had never thought any man could want her so much. The look in his eyes, combined with the hardness of him inside her made her feel feminine and wanted. She gripped him with her inner muscles, giving him pleasure to equal that he gave her.
Her body shook and quivered beneath him but she didn’t feel the usual self-consciousness she had felt with Simon. Tyler wasn’t taking her like this because she was the only woman available at the time; he could have anyone he wanted. He had chosen her. She felt an orgasm build within her body and she panted in time with the sensations that threatened to overtake her. Tyler knew how close she was and he increased the depth of his strokes, sending her over the edge as the orgasm ripped through her.
She clamped down on his cock as her muscles tightened pleasurably and he grunted a she felt her grip him. Kirsty cried out and shuddered as she rode the wave of bliss inside her. Tyler pushed himself deeply into her until she felt him tremble against her and he groaned, his cock twitching inside her. She watched him as he came and she felt desired. Simon had used to ta
ke ages to reach his peak, working hard to get there. It seemed that she turned Tyler on so much that he could hardly hold his passion back.
The billionaire publisher pulled out of her and they lay together on the bed, both breathing heavily and recovering from their exertion.
* * *
‘Tell me about the pictures,’ she said, resting her head on his chest as he stroked the back of her neck lightly.
‘Pictures?’
‘The ones on the walls. Abandoned factories.’
‘I was a photography student in college,’ he said.
‘You took them?’
‘Yes. They are some of my early businesses. I bought those old factories and revitalised them. They don’t look like that anymore, except in those photographs. They’re thriving companies now.’
‘You must have a great vision to see the potential in those crumbling factories.’
‘Not really. I just see things differently to most people.’
‘Does that include me?’
‘How do you mean?’ He played with a lock of her hair, twisting it around his finger.
‘I’m not exactly every man’s cup of tea.’
‘You’re mine,’ he said, looking into her eyes.
She smiled and snuggled into him, her hand stroking his hard abs. ‘Are you sure?’
‘You don’t believe me? Just let your hand go a bit lower.’
She stroked down his flat stomach to his groin, her fingers bumping into his hardness.
‘That’s how much you turn me on,’ he said.
She played her fingertips over the swollen length of his shaft, lightly stroking down to his tight balls. He shifted slightly and his breathing changed, becoming deeper. Bringing her fingers back up his length, she made her grip firmer, loving the feel of him in her hand. She reached the tip and pulled back on his foreskin, pumping him gently and making him gasp.
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