Seduce: A Cariad Romance Three Book Bundle (Cariad Collections)

by Stein, Charlotte

  At the weekend she went down into Herr Eichel’s pastry shop and Herr Eichel would give her one or two cakes for Anni. Imogen put on her best dress and her mother’s old fur coat and then when it got dark, she’d walk to the tram and take it right the way across town and out into the suburbs to Helga Streiber’s. There she stayed the night and the next day she’d take Anni out in her little cream coat and hat and they’d go for a walk in the park and feed the remains of the cakes to the ducks on the pond.

  Anni was going to be stunning, Imogen knew that. She had inherited all that was best about the Heinemann line and none of Louis except for his eyes. She had Imogen’s thick hair, which she wore coiled up onto her head in two round twists, and huge brown eyes. Those were the eyes which Imogen had fallen in love with, in Louis. They were compelling eyes, eyes able to seduce. Her skin was pale and from the look of it she was going to have a fine pair of legs. One thing was for sure, though, Imogen was going to make sure she didn’t know how to use them. Already Anni liked stockings and she copied her mother pulling them on and off and stroking them. But it was child’s play and no way would Imogen let it happen. Silk stocking legs attracted guy’s like Louis. A silk stocking whore would never attract a good man.

  Chapter Six

  Imogen sat on the bed biting her nails, and then she slipped out to get a bread roll from Herr Eichel’s because there was no food in the apartment. When she came back she trod on the envelope which had been slipped beneath the door and she froze. It was the same plain brown envelope she’d received before and she recognised Louis’s writing immediately.

  Michael sent her flowers although she’d told him not to. They arrived that afternoon as she lay on her bed; a dozen red roses threaded through with baby’s breath. Michael had asked her to meet him for coffee and cake at a sweet little café he knew about, but she couldn’t, of course, it was out of the question and breaking all the rules she’d set herself about boyfriends. She didn’t know what to do.

  It came to four o’clock and she stood by the window, considering with her finger to her lip. By now, she could have been having coffee with Michael their legs pleasantly rubbing beneath the table and she felt a sharp pang of misery. She wished he’d forgotten it, not pushed her like this. Why couldn’t he have left it at a quick fuck last night? She took the picture of her mother off the mirror and was just putting it in the case and straightening the bedclothes when a knock came at the door.

  ‘Imogen, this is Michael, open up because I know you’re in there.’

  Imogen sighed. This was the trouble with love; it followed you around like a bad smell. She opened the door a crack.

  ‘Didn’t I make myself clear?’

  ‘Sure you did, honey. But I’m Michael Levenstein.’ He stuck his foot in the door. ‘Open up and let me in unless you want this conversation on the landing.’

  She opened the door and closing it behind her she locked it and leant against it. Michael sat on the bed. He made her heart stop and start with that tender way he had of looking at her.

  ‘I figured it out,’ he said, patting the bedcover. ‘Come and sit here and tell me all about your secret.’

  ‘Michael for heaven’s sake,’ Imogen said sighing and coming and sitting down so close their arms rubbed together.

  ‘And, what the shit! You going somewhere? You running out on me?’ He indicated the cases.

  ‘You don’t understand me,’ she said, peering at him doubtfully.

  ‘After the way I fucked you last night I think I understand you well enough. As shit crazy as it sounds, I’ve been and fallen in love with you.’

  Imogen felt a warm flush of happiness. ‘Oh, that’s a big statement.’

  Michael took her hand. ‘I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love so hard. Now, I have and I’m not about to let it go. I’m nearly 38 and love doesn’t bite that often.’

  ‘No, no I don’t guess it does.’ Imogen stroked his finger, which was inching up her hem. She was unable to prevent the warm rush and she wanted it. He feathered her cheek and turning her face towards him fondled her lips with his own and slid his tongue along the inside of her bottom lip, while beginning to unfasten the buttons on her top and running his other finger around the edges of her frilly brassière. She ignited in rapid pulses and her arms came around his neck, Her nipples were alarmingly erect and she was so primed, one touch and she thought she might explode. He got to his knees and pulling down her panties and opening her legs he moved aside the silk stocking chastity belt and began sucking vigorously on her clit.

  ‘Michael don’t. I can’t think straight,’ she objected as she felt the warm spurt of liquid between her legs.

  ‘I don’t want you to think straight. I want you to make some kind of rash decision.’ He was kissing her face again, hot wet sexy kisses. ‘I want you to forget whatever shit stupid idea you have of running out on me and come back to the States so we can get married.’

  ‘Are you crazy!’ She tried pushing him away with her hand. ‘This is the real world.’

  ‘Yes, honey and I’m not kidding, life’s too short.’ He pushed her back on the bed, fumbling with his shirt buttons as his hands dropped to his flies. She could see he was already erect.

  She lay on the bed with her legs trailing over the side as his hand came under her skirt and he stroked her feverish warm flesh. Imogen’s heart was thundering. She felt confused as she touched his face and hair and he closed his eyes.

  ‘Oh, my God.’ She gasped as he placed his finger under the stocking chastity belt and winding it, pulled it deliciously tight.

  ‘You didn’t take it off, after all.’ He winked at her. ‘You must have thought I’d come back because you wouldn’t go against my wishes, I’m master of the silk stocking and you knew if you did, I’d be mad.’

  ‘I guess I did hope you’d come back, I was being selfish.’ She threaded her fingers through his hair.

  ‘Shit, you’re something.’ He kissed her again and then reaching behind her he loosened her brassière and taking it off he began to kiss and bite her nipples. Imogen groaned and sprawled back against the bed, it was just too good, she thought, as his tongue licked, and began its slow journey south towards her pubic triangle. He began licking it all over and sliding his tongue in and out of her, and she raised her legs and wetting her finger she pulled aside the silk stockings and began to massage her clit. She’d only taken the stockings off to wash and dry them and then she’d put them straight back on for some reason. He was right, she enjoyed the sense of control he had over her and she liked to fantasise over it.

  God, his tongue felt good and he took his time, licking and stroking until she felt that first spasm, then he stood over her and she raised her knees and before she could caress him he was using the tip of his cock to gently tease around her hole, wetting himself with her come, lubing himself up. He slid inside her in small controlled increments a little at a time teasing and rotating.

  Her hands came into fists and she arched her back. ‘That’s good, so good.’

  Michael began to piston back and forth intent on her pleasure, intent on not just the fuck. ‘Open your eyes,’ he said.

  She did so and as he thrust he kept eye contact, it was deep passionate; it wasn’t simply sex. ‘I’ll prove I love you,’ he said.

  ‘What? You’re not just in love with my fucking silk stockings then?’

  ‘Imogen, for God sake don’t talk like that.’ He pressed his finger to her lips. ‘When you talk like that, it only makes me hornier.’ She came with her muscles flexing around him, pushing up and grinding his tool inside her, then she flopped back aching for it and Michael slid out. He took the silk stocking she’d given him out of his pocket and he wound it tightly around his stem, squeezing the blood into the bulbous tip of his cock to prevent his ejaculation before opening her legs wide and holding his tool in his hands, he began rubbing it back and forth up her silk clad thigh. She watched him mesmerised with her finger in her thatch, bringing herself to orgasm
again but slowly this time, grinding her teeth as she enjoyed the sensitivity of the second rollercoaster ride of pleasure. Michael watched her finger and as it moved he moved his cock so she felt like she was fucking him in lots of ways.

  ‘I’ve got a better idea,’ she said. ‘I’ll sit on you and you can fuck my legs. I’ll open them just enough like this and you can go up and down. Lie down, Michael.’

  Michael lay down on the bed and Imogen sat on top of him holding herself above him with her arms. Spreading his legs, she grabbed his cock and pulling it up between her own she squeezed her thighs around his meaty tool. Michael shuddered and said, ‘Oh shit.’ He gradually began to raise himself up and down enjoying the friction of the silk stockings and Imogen watched his penis head, wet and ripe now moving up and down. When he couldn’t bear it any longer she tumbled off him and ripping off the silk stocking cock ring she brought her head down and fucked him with her mouth.

  Michael’s cheeks were pink and beads of perspiration were standing out on his forehead, he gasped and shook and eventually cried out, ‘Dear shit, Lord.’

  Imogen laughed, it was the first gut laugh she’d had in ages.

  She didn’t leave, she lay curled up with Michael, one hand under her cheek while he stroked her hair. The air was heavy with sex.

  ‘So, babe, what are you running away from?’ He ran his finger under the silk stocking chastity belt.

  ‘It’s a long story, Michael.’

  ‘OK, however, I think it’s about time you told me, don’t you?’ Michael touched her lips, her teeth and she closed her eyes and vibrated.

  He was silent for a while, then his hands came up to her nipples and she held them there and moved his fingers over them, encouraging him to pinch her gently.

  ‘Start at the beginning.’

  She rolled over and Michael ran his fingers along her wet silk stockings as she parted her legs inviting him into her thatch. His constant fiddling seemed to take her mind off what she had to tell him.

  ‘I fell in love with a bastard and a crook, a very rich man, but well things happened, I ran away, I was penniless. He always called me a whore and I am a whore, I must be because I almost did it, I almost went on the streets.’

  ‘You needed a good reason to do that. More than running away from a man you were scared of. What was it, darling, tell me?’

  ‘One night, I didn’t even have the marks for a dry bread roll. I’m ashamed to say it, but I put on a cheap coat and high heeled shoes and cheap seamed stockings - as it seemed blasphemy to casually fuck a guy in real silk – and I walked out onto the streets. I must have been born for a life of sin, because so many men approached me and followed me like I was a bitch on heat. I thought I can do this; I can do what I never thought I could do, since it’s for a good reason. The trouble is I couldn’t go through with it.’

  ‘A bread roll would be as good a reason as any,’ Michael said suspiciously. ‘And what the hell – you didn’t actually do it anyway, so what’s the problem?’

  Her eyes beaded with tears. They welled up and it was more than she could do to hold them back. ‘Oh, Michael, there’s more.’ Her fingers coaxed his nipples and slid down to his hard cock. ‘I’d tell you, but I’m afraid you’d run away, all men run away.’

  ‘I’m Michael Levenstein and I’m not about to run away. You can tell me anything.’ He grabbed hold of her, kissing her deeply and Imogen pressed her lips to his and her tongue thrust inside greedily, caressing and feathering his mouth.

  She was quiet a moment. ‘I have a daughter called Anni.’ She held her breath; she could feel Michael’s warm heartbeat. ‘So, you see how impossible things are?’

  ‘Where is she, where’s your daughter?’

  ‘She stays with a good friend of mine, Frau Helga Streiber.’

  Michael was winding his fingers through her hair. ‘And you see her, do you? Why isn’t Anni here?’ His fingers were continuing to pluck and fondle.

  ‘It’s a long story. But, when I came to Berlin I met Helga Streiber and she was very kind to me. As you can see this is a shit place and no place for a kid, she took Anni and said she’d look after her.’

  Imogen’s heart was thumping harder than ever, as she stared at Michael. ‘So now everything I do is for Anni. I save all the money I can and I put it into a bank account. So you see how it was, Michael. It wasn’t just about a bread roll. I thought I could fuck anyone if it meant I could take care of Louis’s little girl. I’d murder for Anni, but I couldn’t, because you see, you see … sex without love is nothing and I couldn’t do it, I might be a silk stocking whore but I’m not a cunt whore. Although, Louis called me his cunt whore.’

  A tear rolled down her cheek and he trapped it. Then Michael slithered down the bed and Imogen rested her heels on his shoulders. He stroked the silk stockings very slowly with his hands and then he kissed them and unclipping her suspenders he rolled them down. Imogen shivered, it was a slow shiver which started in her toes and spread up over her body to the tips of her hair.

  ‘Imogen, you know something, I don’t care a fuck what you did or, who you were. I don’t care a flying fuck.’

  She was holding her breath as Michael gradually eased the silk stockings down her leg kissing each inch of flesh as he went, propelling the spiralling warmth up out of her in delicious satisfying ripples.

  ‘Michael, what are you doing?’

  ‘It occurs to me I never saw you without them.’ He took one off, stroking her foot with his fingers and tickling the sole so she stretched and tingled with pleasure.

  ‘You know something.’ He grinned, ‘You’re one sexy lady, you silk stocking whore. But, I want to try this out. I need to see if I still get the same kick from this sexy bare leg. He began to roll down the other silk stocking, and gradually, very gradually began to kiss his way all the way up.

  Imogen groaned, a fire was growing now, a tantalising cunt fire and she reached down and spread her fingers through her thatch and teased herself. ‘Michael, ah Michael.’ It was too much to bear, this rising tide of, not just passion, but something else – dare she call it love? ‘Oh my God, Michael.’ He drew her up and onto his knees and while he stroked and held her thighs she lowered herself onto his pole. Then Michael began unknotting the silk stocking chastity belt and threw it onto the bed. ‘I don’t think we need that any more, do you?’

  ‘Michael I ..?’

  He put his fingers on her lips.

  ‘Enough, we’ll talk about it later.’

  She buried her mouth in his fine blond hair and as she moved up and down Michael put his fingers between her butt cheeks and he butt fucked her. The pleasure rose in unimaginable spirals and her orgasm came with butt clenching fury. She cried out, not from pain but pleasure.

  ‘Hey, it wasn’t that bad, was it?’

  ‘No, it was perfect.’

  ‘Well then, Mrs Silk Stocking?’

  ‘Don’t joke, Michael.’

  ‘I’m not. Tomorrow you can wave goodbye to this flea pit and I’ll move you into the Adlon Kempinski Hotel.’

  ‘My God, you can’t.’

  ‘Sure I can.’

  ‘If Louis is tailing me, he’d find me there. It’s on the Unter den Linden, he used to go there all the time to meet his business associates. I can’t do that. He’d threaten me, he’s always called me a whore and God knows, he’ll take Anni away from me.’

  Michael squeezed her hand. ‘That shit heads not scaring me; you’ll be safe with me, besides I want to meet Anni. Hell, if you’re that scared we can get dressed and we can get a car and go and get Anni right this minute. I’ll shoot the bastard if he tries to take her off you.’

  She shook her head. ‘No Michael, it’s very sweet, but you don’t know Louis.’ She moistened her lips. ‘I’m scared. Last night, I got a letter. I think Louis as been having me watched for weeks. Adele Weinberger upstairs is sure she’s seen him. If he knows that much about me he might already suspect where Anni is. He’d find her.’

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nbsp; ‘He can’t take her, baby.’

  ‘Yes, yes he can, Michael. He can do anything. He thinks I’m a whore.’

  ‘And from what you tell me he’s just a two-bit crook. Show me the letter!’

  Imogen clambered off the bed and going to her locked jewellery box she sprung the catch and came back carrying the letter. Her fingers were trembling as if the letter burnt. She held it out and he took it. He skimmed the words and his eyes normally so blue, so cool, became hard like ice. She could imagine how Michael Levenstein would look in the courtroom.

  ‘The guy’s trying to frighten you that’s all.’

  She crawled onto the bed. ‘You don’t understand Louis, he killed people. I know you’ll say it’s not true but I know he did. He’s capable of anything.’

  ‘So what, the dude killed people.’ Michael folded the letter, then he cupped her cheek and she pressed her lips into his hand. ‘This isn’t a movie and it’s not that easy to kidnap people. Don’t worry, baby. Tomorrow I’ll ring my brother in Seattle, he’s a good lawyer and specialises in family law. He’ll know what to do and if he doesn’t I’ll get father on the line. Then, hell, we’ll get you out of here.’

  A lump came into Imogen’s throat, her hands were shaking. ‘You’d do that for me?’

  ‘Baby, I’m gonna do it. This moment.’ Michael smiled and this time his smile was powerful and sweet and she saw another side to handsome Michael Levenstein and it was strong and sexy and she liked it. Her head swam pleasantly.

  ‘And if I need it I’ve got the power of the entire Levenstein family behind me. Now, babe come here.’ He held out his arms, and looping the stocking around her neck he drew her mouth down onto his. Imogen spread her legs over his narrow hips and she felt his cock press into her mound with a pleasant persistence.

  ‘I don’t think your family would like me much,’ she said. ‘I hardly think they’ll be happy having a silk stocking whore in the family.’