by Mia Madison
“Beautiful,” he says.
“Look at those curtains, the rug.”
“I wasn't looking at the curtains.”
No, he's looking right at me.
He kisses me, a deep searching kiss and I get the pure Rory scent of him and feel the strength and hardness of his body through his suit. It's intoxicating!
“Take off your dress,” he says, and as I do, pulling the thing over my head without hesitation now, despite having little on underneath, he unclasps my bra so that when the dress comes off I am naked save for my thigh high stockings and shoes.
I stand there feeling suddenly vulnerable. We're still just inside the door. He's looking at me and I make to cover myself up.
“No hiding,” he says and takes my hands and puts them over my head. I'm up against the wall, feeling the cool plaster against my back and the warmth and hardness of him in front of me. It feels as if I'm relinquishing control and I’m all his. And somehow, right then, that feels good.
He captures my mouth with his, and from that moment, I am putty in his hands. It's just as well I have the wall behind me, holding me up because he lets go of my hands then and trails a row of kisses down my body and I’m not sure I could support myself.
I hold my breath as he goes lower and lower, touching me everywhere softly with his lips until he's between my legs. He looks up at me as he plants a kiss there and then the tip of his tongue appears and he gives one slow teasing lick. I just about come right then.
“Please,” I beg.
“Oh, I aim to do just that—please you,” he says.
My breathing is ragged as he teases me with his lips and tongue. He kneels at my feet holding my thighs apart in his big hands, his whole focus on me, on my pleasure, licking me everywhere, finding the precise ways to torment me most, his tongue circling my clit, nibbling gently, sucking it into his hot mouth until I can't take any more. My knees buckle under me as I come, and he catches me and holds me tight in his arms.
“That was, that was...” I'm incapable of finishing sentences.
“That was only the beginning,” he says and I taste myself on him as he kisses me.
“Yeah, maybe we can even make it past the doorway.” I can’t stop smiling like a lunatic.
He carries me to the bed and throws off the cover, laying me down on crisp white cotton.
“You're overdressed for this,” I say pulling at his tie, though I'm so sated I don't feel shy anymore in my nakedness, though I still have on the thigh highs. I think he likes them. Somewhere along the way, I lost my heels.
He helps me loosen his tie and throws his jacket onto the chair at the side of the bed. The rest of his clothes quickly follow and I'm treated to the first sight of him naked.
The hint of strong shoulders and abs in his clothes is even more impressive without them. I look down over his body and gulp. A shiver runs down my body at the brute physicality of him. He's bigger than I thought. His green eyes flash seeing the direction of my gaze and my expression. “I aim to please.”
“Call me pleased, then.” I smile nervously and reach out to touch the tip of his cock running my fingers softly over the head.
“You're welcome.” He gathers me in his arms and I feel the length of him against my stomach.
“I'm going to fuck you hard,” he growls into my ear. “But first I'm going to fuck you slow. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
He gets a condom out of his jacket lays me on my back and I watch as he rolls that thing on. If I wasn't so turned on, so needy, so fascinated, I might be worried by his size.
He slides into me in one slow, perfect movement, allowing me to adjust to him, his hand in my hair, gripping it tightly, his eyes on mine. I can't look away. He's mesmerizing. It feels like he's looking into my soul. I feel every inch of his cock as he enters me and bottoms out deep inside me and a moan escapes my lips.
“Going to make you mine,” he groans. I'm inclined to agree with him. I want nothing more than to be his, right now.
He pulls partially out and fills me again, stretching me once more, in places where it feels like I've never been touched. I'm pretty sure I haven't. He moves in and out of me with long, agonizingly slow strokes.
“Faster,” I beg. “Harder.”
“I thought you'd never ask,” he says and plunges deep inside me hard, creating a smack of flesh against flesh and I gasp. I hardly have time to draw breath from that when he starts thrusting into me harder and faster, his body pounding against me, and I lose the power of thought. I'm all sensation. All need.
The world shatters around me and it feels like I somehow dissolved when I come. He slows his movement and waits for me, but not for long. He groans and continues faster and harder than before, though I didn't think that was possible and this time when I call out, my climax coming at me like a freight train crashing in, he jerks inside me and groans out his own release.
*
When we wake, our legs are entwined and his arms are wrapped around me. It feels like I’m in some kind of cocoon, protected from the world outside.
“Mmmh!” he says. “I slept well. Must have been good food, good wine and you.”
“Don't you normally sleep well?”
“I'm not used to sleeping with anyone else.”
I guess he sneaks off in the middle of the night after an evening like that and whoever he's with never sees him again no matter how good he made them feel. Suddenly I feel hot. I need to get out from his arms.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
I grab one of the soft toweling robes the hotel provided. “Bathroom.”
The en-suite is palatial. Are we even in Cornwall? It feels like this hotel is more suited to one of those luxurious tropical resorts. There's a big double-ended bathtub and a separate shower big enough for two.
I want to luxuriate in that space, but I guess Rory will be desperate to deliver me back to my house and draw an end to our date. It's what he does. He doesn't stay with women. What was it he said? “I just think it's better not to start what you can't finish.” It's better if I leave with dignity than have him send me off with a lot of lies.
I come out of the bathroom. “Are you going to take me home?” I ask.
“Yes, of course, I am, but what's the matter?” He frowns at me.
“Nothing. I'm fine.”
“That the most abused word in the English language. Fine means not fine at all. I know that much.”
“Really. I'm fine. Let's just go home.”
“Tell me or I'll have to spank it out of you.” He's searching my face for clues.
I'm not in the mood for playing now. He can forget that. “No. Just take me home.”
“What did I do?”
“Nothing. That's just it. This is going nowhere.”
“And you want it to?”
“You said you didn't do relationships. Fine. It's my bad. Let's just go.”
“I thought you could tell this was different.” He tries to hold me.
I pull away from him. “Maybe you're like this with everyone. Maybe you're just saying that to let me down gently. I'd rather you were honest.”
“I am being honest. I never felt like this with anyone else.”
I look at him. It doesn't feel like he's lying. I'm not sure how to tell.
“I want to see you again,” he says. “No, I want more than that. I want to keep seeing you over and over. If that's a relationship. I want that. With you.”
My heart melts. I can tell the words don't come easily to him.
“Maybe, I really am fine then,” I say.
“You really are,” he says. “I'm going to take you back, but first we're going to get clean in our very fine bathroom over there.”
“Are you sure you mean clean? You have a glint in your eyes again.”
“There might be a little getting dirty involved too. I'm not sure. Do you want to risk it?”
“I think I do.”
CHAPTER 18
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Rory
I fuck Anna in the shower. How could I not? She's like a drug I can’t get enough of. One taste and I’m addicted. I don't order her about. I want her to know I'm thinking of her and what she wants after that fright this morning. I can't bear to lose her. But we're so fucking good together the way we come at the same moment, calling out under the stream of hot water, I can't help wanting to push things further on the way home.
Maybe, I should hold back for a while. She doesn't take orders naturally, but she seems to find it hot when I'm my usual demanding self, at least some of the time and something drives me to go just a bit further with her.
I need to know how much time we have. “Where do you have to be today?”
“A regular maintenance job with one of Gran's friends but it doesn't have to be done today. In fact, it looks like it's going to rain, so I might not be able to do much anyway.”
“I love British weather right now.”
She laughs. “I guess I love it for different reasons than you. It makes everything grow.”
I park the car alongside the forest close to where I stopped the car on the way to the restaurant.
She raises her eyebrows. “You want to go for a walk? Or a repeat of yesterday? I think we got beyond that.”
“A walk.”
“I'm not really dressed for it.” She looks down at her dress, her heels.
“I'll carry you.”
“I'm not really...”
I'm out of the car and open her door before she can protest too much. “I bet you always wanted to be thrown over a fireman's shoulder.”
“Hadn't crossed my mind at all.” she laughs.
“Well, you get to experience the full firefighter experience without the fire. A perk of my job.”
She gets out of the car and I lift her over my shoulder. I can't resist smoothing my hand over her ass and she wiggles beneath me.
“Hey! I hope you don't do that to all the ladies you rescue.”
“I do not.” I can get in enough trouble rescuing women without that.
It's cool in the forest. Not cold for October but cold enough. She doesn't have a thick coat or anything. I’m not sure this is going to work, but there's shelter from the trees and no cold wind, so I'm going to try.
We reach a clearing maybe a hundred yards from the road. I set her down on her feet against a tree and kiss her. I can tell she's puzzled and wants to know what I have in mind.
“Is this where I find out I'm in one of your nightmare horror movies?” she says.
“I hope not because if you're in one, I'm in it too. And neither of us knows it.”
I kiss her again until she relaxes against me and she's moaning against my lips.
“Take off your dress,” I tell her.
“What?”
“You heard me. Take it off.”
“If you think I'm doing that, you're crazy. I thought you only wanted to tell me what to do when it was playtime.”
“I want to play with you all the time. Take it off.”
“It's freezing in here. No.” She shudders as if to illustrate the point.
“I guarantee you won't be cold for long.”
“How not?”
“Take your dress off, and you'll see.”
“I must be out of my mind,” she mutters as I pull up the hem and she takes it in her hands, pulling the thing over her head. She crosses her arms in front of her as if to defend herself against me.
I put her arms around my neck and wrap my jacket around both of us. “I love that you did that,” I tell her kissing her neck.
“I can't believe I did.”
“Just wait. You'll get your reward.” I kiss her nose.
“In heaven? I don't think so.”
“It might be very like heaven.”
She smirks. “So, what do we do now?”
“I fuck you here. Very hard.”
She gasps. “You don't play fair. You hold all the cards.”
“It doesn't mean you won't enjoy the game.” I run my fingers over the cup of her bra. Her nipples are already hard from the cool air but she moans at my touch.
I lower my head and take her nipple into my mouth through her bra. And then I take the other and do the same. The wet fabric will be cold against her nipples but she’ll soon forget about that. I pull the crotch of her blue underwear to one side. I like her little thong style panties and they are already wet. Nice!
I stroke her inside, coaxing her with my fingers. I want to see her come against this tree out here in the forest before I fuck her. I circle her clit with my thumb while my fingers tease her inside. She holds her breath. She's close but I don't let up pleasuring her until she calls out and I feel her clench around me, her thighs shaking.
She clings onto me as I roll on a condom and I kiss her hair. “Heaven or not, you're an angel for sure,” I say. There's a thick branch, just above our heads. “Grab that and don't let go.”
And then I'm inside her. Where I want to be. Right in. In one thrust. Hot and tight. She gasps and accommodates me. My eyes never leave hers. The blue in them seems darker here in the forest.
I fuck her with long, hard strokes, pounding her body relentlessly. She holds onto the branch but her hips meet every thrust, our bodies clashing frantically together, over and over, until we both call out and come, not caring who hears. And when we look down, she laughs, because her panties are shredded at our feet.
As I help her get her dress on, I can't stop kissing her and I realize she's wrong about the cards. They are not stacked on my side at all. The whole house of cards feels like it's tumbling down. Everything I thought was true about sex and about women has all been turned on its head by her, by whatever is going on here.
But she gets more and more subdued as I carry her back to the car and when I open the car door and set her down on the passenger seat, she looks up at me. “If this is playing, how serious does it get?”
CHAPTER 19
Anna
I can't believe I did that in the forest. What if someone had come along? I was so wrapped up in Rory I didn't care right then but it would have been a different story if someone had seen us. I shudder at the risk we just took.
How far does he expect to take this? I need to know. Because I can't trust myself to say no to him now. It makes me doubt myself, the whole idea of who I am. If anyone had asked me in the cold light of day whether I would take my dress off in a forest just off a main road and let a guy, red hot though he is, take me against a tree I would have said, “no way.” Yet it happened.
Is it better to walk away now than get any more entangled in something I can't cope with? Before I start being so freaked out by what he's asking me to do, I refuse him and he leaves me anyway? It has to be easier to stop this now before I get any more involved.
But when I ask him how serious this gets, he answers me with a question. “How serious do you want it to be?”
“That wasn't me in the forest. I can't believe I did that. Less serious than that.”
“Hey! Don't look so worried.” He lifts up my chin. “I'm sorry if that wasn’t for you, okay? But it looked like you were as into it as me.”
“I was but...” I can see he doesn't understand where I'm coming from.
“You know, we could live our whole lives not taking risks, being half asleep, going through routine stuff. There's nothing wrong with living a quiet life, but sometimes a little spark makes you feel alive, you know. I live with risk at work so maybe it takes more of a spark when I'm not working to make me feel I'm living my life. I can't blame you if you don't feel the same. That's just me.”
“Do you do those things with other women?”
“I tell them what to do in bed. Sometimes they do it. I never carried anyone into a forest though or took anyone to a restaurant without panties on. That was the heat of the moment. Sorry, if it was too much”
“It wasn't too much at the time, just looking back...”
“Well, don't regret an
ything you did only what you passed up on. That's my motto anyway.”
“It's not mine, though.”
He thinks about it. I expect him to bail out on me at any moment. I've disappointed him, and I hope I'm not going to regret speaking up. I just don't know what I want anymore.
“Look,” he says. “I know it's been too much too fast. That's just the way I am. Jumping in with both feet if I want something. You know what I like but I'd never make you do anything you don't want to do. That doesn't work for me either. If it's not for you, that's okay, but please, think about it.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“And what if we have a normal date or two? Non-playtime dates? We can just have fun without me telling you what to do.”
“I'd like that.” He still wants to see me. I can't help feeling warm inside at his words.
“I was thinking of taking Sam out this afternoon. Do you want to come?” He squeezes my hand, and I tell him that would be great.
I can't wait to see non-bossy Rory, though part of me would regret if I never experienced the bossy side of him again.
CHAPTER 20
Rory
It's good to see Sadie at home with Sam but I know she still gets tired easily so Anna and I will take him to the beach this afternoon. It was supposed to rain, according to the forecast, but apparently, the weather made up its own mind as it often does in Cornwall. There’s not a cloud in the sky now.
“Hey, little feller? Want to go and fly that kite today?” I ask him and he jumps all over me like a wayward puppy.
“I think that means yes.” Sadie laughs.
“I thought we'd take him for a burger after that if you can spare him for longer.”
“We?” she says. My sister doesn't miss a trick. “Who's 'we'?”
“Anna. She's doing some gardening work for me.”
“And...?”
“And I took her out.”
“And you're taking her out again?”
I can't blame her for looking askance at that. It's not the norm for me at all. She knows me too well.
