by Sophia Lynn
“Precious woman,” he murmured, and it tugged at something in her heart. Surely a man couldn't say something like that, with that amount of warmth in his voice, only for it to be a lie, could he?
“I am going to give you exactly what you want,” he said. “What we both want. No more teasing. No more games.”
She found herself nodding, nearly mute with how much she wanted him. There was an air of authority and command around him that pulled her in, and she knew that wherever this man led, she would follow.
“I want to see you naked.”
That was all the warning she got before he started to undress her. First her sweater was skimmed off of her body, and then with a gentle smile, he tugged away the remnants of her shirt. Rakim removed her bra with a kind of dexterity that showed a certain amount of expertise around feminine undergarments. She forgot all about that when he urged her to step out of her shoes so that he could peel her jeans off of her legs. He took her panties down with them, and in less time than Anna would have thought was needed, she stood naked in front of him.
When she went to cover herself with her hands, he tugged them away.
“Stand up straight,” he said, “hands at your sides. I want to see my beautiful woman.”
“Yes, master,” she muttered. She meant it to come out at least slightly sarcastic, but there was a wistful quality to it as well. She knew that he had heard it as well when he chuckled.
“I want to enjoy you in every way I can,” Rakim mused, walking around her. “And one way that we enjoy things is by looking at them. Sometimes, when I was sitting and reading, I would see you out of the corner of my eye. No matter what I was doing or how busy or engaged I was, I would have to pull away from work to look at you. It satisfied something in me, something I cannot quite name. However, I am not sure that glimpsing you working out of the corner of my eye is going to cut it anymore, not now that I have seen this.”
She yelped a little when he cupped the back of her neck with his palm, running his warm hand down her back to the curve of her rear.
“Now that I've seen this, well…perhaps I will want you simply naked and open for me all the time,” he mused. “Just like this, doing your work, moving your books around. The door would be locked, of course, so that no one could even glimpse what was mine.”
Anna shivered. It sounded like a fantasy, but she knew that it was one that Rakim could make a reality. If he wished her to be naked, she would be naked, and she would simply do her job like that. She wondered nervously how long it would take before it simply became normal, how long it would take before she was used to only having his eyes upon her.
“I would spend hours looking at you,” he continued, “and eventually, it would become too much...and I would have to touch you.”
He turned her around and pulled her to him, claiming her mouth in a fierce kiss. His kisses could be kind or bold, hard or soft, but this one was almost overwhelming. He kissed her as if he had to claim her from the rest of the world, putting his brand on her by making sure that no one else would ever kiss her like this. She felt branded, and she embraced it, pressing herself against him. She could feel the texture of his clothes against her body, and she was reminded all over again of how bare she was. She was naked in front of him, like a slave before her master, and it took her breath away.
“God in heaven, I want you,” he growled, biting her lower lip lightly. “I believe I have wanted you since I first time I laid eyes on you, when you descended like a virago from on high to protect my library.”
“I apologized for that,” she protested, but then she was cut off as he kissed her again. His hands tangled in her pale hair, holding her still so that he could kiss her exactly as he liked.
“I want you now,” Rakim said roughly. “Perhaps I should take you to my bed, make love to you as a woman of your intelligence and beauty deserves. Perhaps I should linger over every part of you, branding you with my mouth and making sure that your body is full of memories of me.”
She groaned out loud at his outrageous words, but each one rang and echoed inside her. She knew quickly everything he said was something she wanted, that she wanted very much.
“But I am not sure that I can wait. I am going to take you now, here, and perhaps later, we can take our time with it.”
For a moment, she thought he would simply pin her against the wall and take her as he said he would, but then he scooped her up, bringing her over to one of the long tables. She had to stifle a protest when he sent the books she had piled there flying out of the way with one sweep of his arm, and then he was lying her down on the cool wood, her legs dangling off one end.
For a moment, he stood back to look at her, and in the midst of their passion, perhaps it was a little strange. He was simply gazing at her with a calm pleasure evident in his eyes, and in that moment, Anna truly believed him. She was beautiful. It was evident in the way he looked at her, the slight gleaming smile on his face. He was a man looking at something that he wanted enormously, and it pleased him that he had her.
“Please...” she whispered, her hands moving convulsively, and he seemed to sense what she wanted. He stepped in between her knees, parting them so that she opened for him. She blushed a little at how intimate their position was, how very much of her he could see, but her embarrassment faded when he leaned down to kiss her.
She could tell that he wanted her from the way his body trembled, but he moved slowly and with an astonishing amount of care. His mouth trailed from the base of her throat down to her collarbones, licking and kissing as it went. She had never thought of her collarbones as being a sensitive spot, but now he showed her how sensitive her skin could be. All that was before he moved down to her small breasts, and despite all of the things he had said and done, for a moment she still wanted to hide from him. Anna had been told her entire life that they were too small, unexceptional and unexciting.
Now, however, Rakim blessed them with kisses, making the proud pink nipples stand up against the sensation. Before he was done with them, she was squirming and twisting with need, ready to tell him to get on with it no matter what he had to do.
He chuckled a little when her demands grew particularly loud and demanding, but he didn't obey. Instead, Rakim simply took advantage of her position by exploring her, learning more and more about what her body needed and desired. She shivered as he stroked her hips, her thighs, even pressing gentle kisses to her ankles and the arch of her foot. However, despite his thorough explorations, he didn't touch the aching red-hot core of her. When Rakim stroked a gentle hand over the tuft of soft floss between her legs, she tensed, waiting for more, but he simply moved on. The second time he did that she was puzzled, and the third time, she was so aroused that it almost hurt.
“Please!” she gasped when she thought he would continue to tease. “Please, master, I do not think I can wait any longer!”
He paused, and she could see that he was thinking about it. There was a streak of something dangerous and wild in him, and there was a chance that he might have continued tormenting her simply because he wanted to. However, she did have one ace up her sleeve, and that was the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
She could almost hear the snap inside him as he decided that there was nothing more important than being with her, in fulfilling the passion that had built up so powerfully.
He had removed her clothes like an artist, but now he tore at his own, stripping away the silk until he was naked in front of her. Anna watched him with her eyes wide as every inch of bronzed flesh was revealed. He was like a classic statue come to life, all lean muscle and power, and now he was stroking those strong blunt hands down her thighs, parting them gently and tugging her back to the edge of the table towards him.
Anna bit her lip as she glanced down at his erect manhood, dark and jutting from his body. She wanted to touch it. She had dreamed of touching it more than once. Now that the time had come, however, she was frozen, too nervous and shy to do any
thing beyond let him work his will.
Rakim had no problem with this, and he stepped closer, bending over her so that his chest was pressed against hers, curved so that he could rest his forehead against hers.
“Beautiful, beautiful woman,” he murmured.
She could feel the hot column of his cock resting along her slit, and she moaned a little because she suddenly realized how wet she was between her thighs. When had she become so ready for him? He stroked his cock along her slit, raising her need like a wildfire, but she could tell that he couldn't wait much longer.
“I need you,” Rakim said, so softly that she might have imagined it. Then, with no other warning, he plunged into her.
His lightning stroke pushed him deep inside her, and suddenly, the sensual haze that had surrounded her was pierced with a bright bolt of pain.
“Oh!” she cried, digging her nails into his shoulders.
For a moment, she thought that he would ignore her, but instead, he glanced down at her in concern.
“Are you all right?” he asked gruffly, and she gasped and nodded.
“Only, please...slowly?”
When Anna looked up into his face, she could see the energy he was exerting to stop himself from thrusting deep inside her again. Instead he nodded, and she felt something warm open up inside her. It was more than just passion that she felt for this man, she realized, but she pushed the thought away. She could deal with it later.
He nodded tightly, and when he began to move again, there was a certain deliberation to it that hadn't been there before. He moved with care, each stroke still powerful, but slower. The pain melted away as if it had never been there, and more rapidly than she would have thought possible, she sunk into the pleasure of the act again.
It was all she could do to contain the pleasure that he was giving her. Each stroke drove the heat inside her higher and higher until she was shaking with it, digging her nails into his forearms to try to stay grounded. She could feel the pressure building up inside her until she was practically whimpering with need, but she couldn't let go. It was like dangling high in the sky, and with every passing moment, she had to hang on tighter or be lost forever.
Almost as if he could read her toughs, Rakim glanced down at her. His body was sheened with sweat, and there was a wild look on his face, but when he spoke to her, there was a kindness there that she could barely believe.
"I want you to come," he growled. "I want to feel you shake around me. I want you to go over that edge."
Anna had come to realize that she wanted to obey him, but something about this felt like too much. She couldn't. There was too much unknown, too many frightening sensations swirling around her.
"I can't," she whimpered piteously, hanging on to him. Even as she did so, she knew that she was painfully, achingly close. She needed to go over that edge or she thought that she might go insane, but she couldn't.
"Yes, you can," he growled, and he leaned down close to her.
For a moment, she thought that he was going to kiss her, but then his sharp teeth nipped at her shoulder. It was just rough enough to make her yelp, but that was the encouragement she needed. She couldn't hold out against the powerful sensations that were swarming her any longer, and as the slight pain from the nip faded, her body sunk into a maelstrom of pleasure that overwhelmed her.
It was as if Anna had lost control of her body. She shook hard, and she could distantly hear herself shouting Rakim's name over and over again. Her climax was so strong that for a moment, she wondered if she had blacked out. Bright colors swam in front of her eyes, and she knew that she could not bear this kind of sensation for long.
After what seemed like an eternity, she came back to herself, looking up at Rakim with wide eyes.
"You bit me!" she hissed, and he laughed.
"I did," he said, and then he started thrusting into her again.
Now she could tell that he was after his own release. His thrusts were shorter and slightly harder. Before he had been using his body to bring her pleasure. Now he was using hers to reach his own climax, and the thought made her warm all over again.
She looked up into his eyes, and she found herself trapped. They were a bright, nearly incandescent blue, and she simply gazed up at him, enraptured and hypnotized. Their gaze only broke apart when Rakim started to shake, his eyes shutting with the pleasure he was taking for himself.
She cried out when he spilled his liquid essence in her, shutting her eyes so she could better feel all of it. There was something beautifully primal about this moment, one that made her feel once and for all like his woman.
For a long moment, he merely rested lightly on her, his arms bracketing her shoulders and keeping the bulk of his weight off of her. Anna could hear their heavy breathing, feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek.
The quiet suddenly felt oppressive, and she didn't understand why. She wished he would say something, but Rakim was silent until he drew away from her. He was gentle, taking his time and stroking her thigh comfortingly, but when he stood apart from her, she felt abnormally empty.
Suddenly, the enormity of what they had done together struck her, and she gasped.
Whatever spell she had fallen under the moment he had started speaking to her was gone, and she was left realizing that she was naked, sprawled over her work table like some...some kind of hussy, rumpled and tumbled and having done something ridiculously improper with her employer, for goodness’ sake.
With a soft cry, Anna sprang off of the table, her mind whirling with fears and nerves. Rakim was turning towards her with a questioning look, but she couldn't face him right now, not when there was so much between them, and not when she could barely explain any of this to herself.
She garbled out some kind of apology or explanation, and without thinking of what she was doing, she dashed for the door to her apartment. In the past few weeks, she had had plenty of reasons to be relieved that her apartment opened right out into the library, with no need to traverse the public halls, but right now, naked and tousled, she had never been more grateful.
Anna heard Rakim behind her. He was calling her name, and then she heard his footsteps as he gave chase, but she had too much of a head start. She darted into her apartment, slamming the door and locking it after her.
Her heart felt like it was pounding a mile a minute, and for a moment, she slumped with her back against the door, covering up her face with her hands.
"Oh god, what am I doing?" she asked herself, horrified.
This was the second time she had simply cut and run from him, but she couldn't help it. It felt as if her entire body was in revolt. He had made her feel things that she hadn't known that she could feel. What other secrets was her body hiding from her? What else could he do to her?
She knew that he would never do it out of malice or hurt, but the gap in experience between them stretched out like the Grand Canyon. He was one of the richest men in the world, and she was an unworldly little librarian. What had this been to him? What did he think of all of this?
He was saying something from behind the door, but she couldn't concentrate on it.
"I'm so sorry," she managed to call back to him. "I...I know I'm not…behaving right. I just need some time. I am so sorry."
Anna knew that the right thing to do was to open the door, to speak with him and to tell him that there was nothing wrong. There wasn't really. There was only her, being silly and inexperienced.
With a dark thought, she imagined other women doing such things with him. She guessed that they had never flipped out and ran into their rooms afterward. They probably smiled and asked him whether they could do that again. Anna could wish that she had their cool, but she could never be anyone except who she was.
She took a deep breath, going to stand by her bed. The door behind her was quiet, and she wondered whether he had retreated back into the library or whether he had simply shrugged and gone back to his own apartments. Somehow, that thought stung, but she brus
hed it aside.
I...I need to shower. I need to shower, and then I can assess what the hell just happened and what I might need to do about it.
It was a plan, or at least the start of a plan. She was someone who did much better with plans than without them, and she had every confidence that everything would be all right.
Then the door came crashing down.
The first kick only splintered the door on its frame. The noise made her yelp and jump back, which was a good thing as the second kick sent the door flying off its hinges.
Anna stared at the wreckage of the door, and then her eyes flew up to the man who stood framed in the doorway. Rakim had put his trousers back on, but otherwise he was still naked. His dark hair still stood up from where she had pushed her fingers through it, and his eyes were still slightly wild.
"Are you all right?" he asked, and she blinked at him.
"What?"
He crossed the floor to her, dodging the splinters of what had been her door. She stared up at him as he grasped her gently by the upper arms.
It took Anna a moment to realize that he was checking her over, trying to make sure that she was all right.
"Rakim, Rakim, I'm fine," she said in shock. "I'm just fine, why...did you break down my door because you thought I was hurt or something?"
He seemed satisfied that she was as healthy as she said she was, and then he looked down at her, something dark in his gaze.
"If you are fine, then why did you run? I was afraid that I had hurt you somehow."
"Of course not!" she said in surprise. "Of course you didn't hurt me."
He raised an eyebrow at her emphatic answer.
"Were you so disappointed with what we did that you needed to flee, then?"
"No!" she exclaimed, shocked. "It was...it was amazing. I've never felt anything like it!"
A faint smile stole across his face.
"Well, good," he said. "But that still doesn't tell me why you ran from me as if you had seen your own death in the mirror."
