Every cell in my body is desperate for him. I don’t know how I got here, but I feel like an addict. An addict for him.
Konstantin
She brushes her fingers along my jaw and rests them on my lips.
I love the sensation of her soft skin. I curl my tongue around her fingers and suck them into my mouth. Her skin smells like mango or some exotic fruit.
She watches me, mesmerized. Then she leans into me and lets her forehead touch mine. Her fingers slip out of my mouth. Her lips touch mine as I pull her even tighter to me and wrap my strength around her. My kiss is bruising and my tongue unapologetic, as it thrusts into her mouth.
She sucks my tongue wildly.
She tastes of the white chocolate and strawberry mousse she had for dessert and something that is uniquely her. The taste of her makes me feel drunk with ownership. Enveloped in my heat, she surrenders her mouth beautifully, welcoming my savagery. She’s mine and I want all of her. I savor the sense of power I get from her total submission.
I’m totally and utterly crazy for her body. I know that now.
I hold her in place while my palms skim her curves. She moans into my mouth and I squeeze her hips. She slides her palms over my shirt and I deepen the kiss even more. My lips roam along her smooth jaw before dipping down to her throat. I suck the base of her neck. She whimpers and a bolt of pure, unadulterated lust shoots to my cock. I wanted to take it easy with her, but fuck… she is unbelievable. The effect she has on me is just unbelievable.
I pull away from her and look down at her. She’s panting and her eyes are burning with need. With a groan, I touch her face. Her skin feels hot and satiny.
“Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”
“No, but I hope it’s like what you’re doing to me,” she whispers hoarsely.
I pull down the zipper of her dress and push it down her body. It is one of those dresses with an inbuilt bra. Her gorgeous big breasts spill out. Oh, fuck! For a few moments, I stare greedily at those ripe breasts, at the sexy satin body in those small panties, then I dip my head and grab one ripe breast, taking its rosy nipple between my lips. I suck it hard and her flaring hips move restlessly.
“Oh, Konstantin,” she groans.
Her head drops back exposing her creamy throat. I growl at the delectable sight. With the last grip on my sanity gone, I lose track of everything but the swollen nipple in my mouth. Clinging to me, she moans sweetly as I carry on sucking. With my eyes, my fingers, my tongue and my body I plan to tell her that she is mine.
I will explore her body until there is not an inch left unclaimed.
I suck on another area of her neck and she lets me. We both know there will be blue marks on her skin tomorrow… to tell everyone that she is mine.
She pulls away suddenly and gets on her knees. Using both her hands, she clasps the base of my cock firmly. I feel her hot breath before the silky wetness of her mouth envelops me. I revel in the warmth and sweetness of her mouth, as she eases the head of my cock between her plump lips, and slides her tongue along my burning skin making me growl. When she sucks my dick all the way in it bumps the back of her throat, she eases up a little to keep from gagging. But goddamn, what a little heroine, she dives right back down.
“Yes. Right there, baby,” I encourage.
She sinks down further than before, until I feel my cock head enter her throat. Her body jerks, and she pulls up again. I feel her relax her muscles before she glides her mouth down again. She gets a little further down every time.
I savor every second, every sensation.
I know she’s not going to get all of me in, but damn I love that she is trying so hard. Still sucking my shaft, she cups my balls in one hand, rolling and firmly stroking them. My heart pounds like a drum, and my cock pulses hard. I’m dying to come, but I don’t want this to be over yet. Hell, not ever.
My hips buck, and she lets me thrust into her mouth and throat. Her eyes roll up to find me watching as I fuck her mouth.
I lose it then. I can’t take one second more.
“I’m gonna come…” I warn.
Her eyes are half-closed, sultry, as she carries on sucking up and down the length of me. I rear back and she sinks down one last time, taking me deep inside her throat.
With a roar of pleasure, I reach out and pinch her swollen nipples as the first spurts of my cum coat her tongue. While I shoot the rest of my load, her sapphire eyes never leave me. My thrusts into her slippery mouth slow, then still, and she swallows it all, every last drop. I stare down at her, at how beautiful she looks with my cock buried in her face. For the first time in my life, I have a strange thought: I never want this moment to end.
She carries on sucking gently.
God, what a woman.
Raine
He pulls me up in one swift movement and whirls me around so my back is to the door.
“You drive me crazy,” he groans, his hands sliding over my skin.
I lean my head against the door, moaning his name while his mouth skims my throat and his tongue darts out, hot and hungry. “Jesus, Raine,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my ass.
My whimpers of pleasure echo around us as he caresses the curve of my ass, teasing both of us. He’s right at the lacy hem of my soaked panties, stroking the sensitive skin. My fingers turn into claws as I grip his shoulders hard.
“Oh, my God,” I moan as his mouth moves lower, and lower.
His tongue slides between my breasts, then he sucks and bites each nipple playing with it in his mouth until I want to scream. I hold his head close, urging him on, whispering his name over and over, while he grunts and grinds his rock-hard bulge against my belly. His tongue drags downwards and his fingers dip down there, between my thighs.
“Fuck, Raine, you’re dripping onto my fingers,” he growls when he feels how wet I am.
And now… he’s on his knees. Sliding my panties down, he opens my legs wider. My head rolls from side to side when he buries his face between my legs. God, I’m in heaven. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I writhe and twist with pure ecstasy. His tongue sweeps up and down the length of my slit, lapping up my juices.
“You taste so sweet…” he mutters, before pushing his tongue deeper.
I gasp when he fucks me with his tongue. Suddenly, the tip of his tongue touches my aching, throbbing bundle of nerves, and my thighs clench, and to my total shock, an explosive orgasm rocks me to my core. He holds on to me tightly even as he continues to probe with his greedy tongue. All I know is, I’m floating in a delicious haze of pleasure, and I don’t want to ever come back down to Earth.
When it is all over, and I’m panting hard, he stands and sweeps me up into his arms. Carrying me to the master bedroom he places me on the big bed. He peels off his shirt, revealing a body that looks like it was chiseled out of granite. In the soft light from the bedside lamp his skin looks warm, tanned, glistening. My fingers ache to touch him.
I need to feel his skin on mine. He practically tears my panties off my body, then stands looking down at me. In his eyes are naked hunger and possession. He is looking down at my body as if he owns it.
“Your body…” he whispers as he takes my breasts in his hands again. “Is unbelievable. I swear you are the sexiest woman I have ever met.”
I drape my arms over his bare shoulders, pull him down on top of me, and relish the sensation of his hard, masculine body pressing into mine while we kiss and grind against each other. I never thought it could be like this, so exciting, so racy, and so, so hot. The tension in my body tightens with every kiss, every touch, every taste of his skin.
“I need you. Fuck, how I want you,” he groans. His cock is hot and heavy against my skin.
“I want you too,” I whisper back, my fingers close around his extraordinarily thick length. I feel as if I am not Raine Fillander, the girl from the poor side of town. I feel as if I am a powerful woman and he is my man. I know he is not really my man, but for this weekend he is. And t
hat is all that counts. Even when my head may have denied it my body has wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on him and here I am… in his bed.
From the bedside table he takes a condom and quickly rolls it onto his dick. He guides his hardness to my entrance and gently pushes himself in. I gasp. He seems even bigger and thicker than I remember. Maybe it’s because I’m still swollen from the last time he was inside me.
He kisses me softly, teasingly, and looks deep into my eyes as he pushes forward, watching my reaction as he slowly enters me inch by glorious inch, stretching me until I’m sure I can’t take more, and yet there is more of him to go in.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. Already my body has adjusted.
He begins thrusting then, deep, sure thrusts. Again and again, until my eyes roll back in my head with the unbearable pleasure, and my mouth open to emit a cry of pure wonderment. I can’t believe I am being so loud, but I can’t be quiet.
True passion, true pleasure.
He rests on his forearms, and his weight feels heavy and welcome. I wrap my legs around him tightly and push my body upwards to drive him further inside me. I want all of him, always. Forever. Of course, that isn’t possible, but I’m in a fantasy, a dream. And when you’re dreaming everything is allowed. Even wishing this was for always.
Gently, I lick away the sweat from his throat and listen as he whispers my name against my neck. It’s all so sweet, so impossibly perfect. Our bodies work together, moving as one, until we lose control and dissolve into frenzied bucking, crying out each time our bodies slam together.
“Yes!” I scream as I explode, my muscles clenching him like a fist.
I barely understand when he climaxes. I’m that far gone.
Raine
It is a crazy night. We hardly sleep. All night long we go at it. Even when we are so exhausted our eyes close without our knowledge, we sleep only fitfully, and reach for each other soon after. Until I do not know what is dreams of him and what we truly did. The room reeks of our lust.
Finally, when dawn is in the sky we fall into a deep sleep. I wake up to the feeling of a mouth between my legs. I widen my thighs and moan softly at the delicious heat of his tongue. Once I have climaxed he fills me all over again.
I watch him until he goes over the edge. It is beautiful to watch him lose control. To know I made that happen. To know right now, there is nothing else in his mind except me.
“Do you have a high-necked top?” he whispers in my ear.
I turn to look in his eyes. “Yes, but I might not wear it.”
He smiles. “Good. You have exactly thirty minutes before your personal shopper arrives.”
“Look, Konstantin. If it’s all right with you. I really prefer not to shop. It’s not that I’m not grateful to you for taking the trouble to arrange everything, but I’ll feel better if I don’t take advantage of your incredible generosity. For me you have already done more than I could ever have prayed for. It is enough.”
“Nobody gave you the rule book, did they?”
“What rule book?”
“When you get invited to spend the weekend in London by a billionaire, the shopping trip is included in the deal. You don’t get to refuse.”
I bite my lip. “Are you always this generous?”
His answer is brief. “No.”
“Then why now?”
“Because you need riding gear, something nice to wear to dinner this evening, and something very, very sexy that I can tear off your body tonight.” He slaps my rump. “Now, off you go before I change my mind and fuck you again.”
I jump out of bed laughing. Naked as the day I was born I head towards the door. There is more sway to my hips than normal. Let him watch and thirst. Then my foot steps on something next to his discarded jacket. I stop and pick it up. It is a USB stick. Holding it up I turn around.
“Is this what Lan—”
I stop abruptly because he has sat bolt upright in bed. That lazy indulgent expression in his eyes has completely disappeared and in its place a shocking intensity as his forefinger flies towards his mouth in a shhhh gesture.
He bounds out of bed, takes the stick from my hand and says, “Have a lovely time. I will explain when we get to my house this afternoon.”
I stare at his intense face in shock. It is like stroking a tame cat and having it suddenly turn into a wild tiger. He presses my arm as if reassuring me, or just encouraging me to go along with whatever was going on. Shocked by the lightning fast change in him, and by the mystery of what is truly going on, I can only nod dumbly, and walk away towards the other bathroom, where all my toiletries still are.
As I shower I think about the USB stick and what could possibly be in it that is so secret it cannot even be spoken aloud about. Why did he silence even my innocent question? Does he think we are being surveilled? Is someone listening to us? What is he involved with?
By the time my hair is dried I am no wiser. As I pull my shoes on, the bell goes. I quickly rush out of the room and open the door. A small woman with a big smile is standing outside.
“Ah, you must be Raine. I’m Jane Barrymore, your stylist for the day.”
“Hi, Jane. Er… come in. Would you like to have coffee or something?”
She glances at her watch. “No, I’ve had breakfast. I was thinking we could hit the shops running.”
“Yeah, sure. Can we stop at a Starbucks or something?”
“Of course,” she says with another massive smile.
For the next three hours we hit the shops, but shopping with Jane is a whole other experience. She takes me into air-conditioned, high-end boutiques where all the sales assistants look like perfectly made up dolls with attitude. But they fall over themselves to please her. In one place they even open a bottle of champagne for us.
I quickly realize that Jane’s big, dopey smile is just a front. In fact, she is extremely efficient, professional, and exacting. She knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t allow anybody to distract her with anything but exactly what she wants. If she wants an item in blue and they only have yellow, then she sends someone by taxi to another location to go fetch the color she wants. All right, or fine will not do. Only fabulous will.
My head is spinning with all the selections she makes me try on and discard. A trouser suit which I will never wear after this weekend, two silk blouses, a tight black skirt, an ephemerally beautiful blue dress that is exactly the same color as my eyes. A gorgeous baby blue summer coat for the warm evenings, and a riding habit. We also drop by a lingerie store where I pick up a couple of underwear sets, the sweetest gossamer pink nightie ever with matching suspenders and sheer white stockings.
Then she gets me a suitcase for me to transport all my new stuff back in. I don’t know exactly how much money we have spent, but for sure it must have cost many thousands of pounds. Just the blue dress alone was £4,200,00. I saw the price tag before the sales assistant removed it.
“I think we’re done,” she declares looking at her small gold wrist watch. “And it is time for me to take you to Mr. Tsarnov.”
I nod. “Right. Back to the hotel.”
“No, actually. I believe you are having lunch at a restaurant and I’m supposed to drop you off outside.”
“Oh.”
We jump into the back of the car and her driver takes us back to Mayfair and comes to a stop in front of a restaurant called the Orange Bayleaf.
Jane turns to me. “There you are. Here is where I’m supposed to drop you off. Goodbye, Raine. I’ve really enjoyed our time together, and I know you are going to look stunning in everything we have selected.”
I smile gratefully at her. “Thank you so much for your help. You were amazing. To be perfectly honest, I feel as if I’ve been in a whirlwind. Everything is moving so fast, but I have definitely enjoyed watching you work.”
She flashes another of those disarming, big, artless smiles of hers. “Enjoy the rest of your stay in London, and if you are back here again, do
give me a shout and we’ll have coffee or something. My card will be delivered together with all your purchases directly to Mr. Tsarnov’s driver at the hotel.”
I thank her again and slip out of the car and walk towards the glass doors. On either side are huge pots of bamboo. My stomach is growling with hunger. Other than a yellow macaroon I was offered at one of the boutiques I haven’t eaten anything since last night.
Raine
It is a terribly exclusive restaurant. You can feel it in the minimalist air. To start with there are more staff in starched, plain orange pinafores than there are patrons. The leaf green walls are without pictures or ornaments and the seats are black and yellow. Everything is either shining with polish or immaculately green.
A waiter comes to greet me.
I give him Konstantin’s last name and he nods politely and takes me to a secluded table where Konstantin is seated. He is concentrating so hard on something on his ipad screen, he does not even realize I am there until I am almost on top of him. Still, it gives me a rare chance to study him while he is unaware and again I am struck by how different he is from any man I have ever gone out with. I remember the way he was when I accidentally found the USB stick.
“Hello,” I whisper.
He looks up and smiles. The naked avenging god is gone. In its place the immaculately dressed, unknowable billionaire.
“Did you have a good time?”
“Yes, I did, thank you.” I wrinkle my nose. “Jane is incredibly knowledgeable and easy going, but she has also railroaded me into buying a lot more stuff than I have ever bought in my life.”
He grins. “Did you get something sexy for me to rip off?”
I giggle. “Yes.”
He smiles, it carries promise and secrets. “Good.”
The waiter comes and we order cocktails. The service is amazing and the drinks arrive almost immediately. My drink is sweet and refreshing. I sip it while I study the menu. It is a fusion restaurant, French and Thai. After we order we chat a bit about London.
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