Darkest Sin

by Ashton Blackthorne

  His expression softened and I saw desire for me burning in his eyes.

  “Please, Veronica, stay. I’m sorry, I was having a bit of fun at your expense. You are a fiery one and I’d love to get to know you better. How about we have dinner tonight?”

  Closing my eyes slightly, I could still feel his hand on my wrist. All of a sudden, the air felt stiflingly hot and I could feel perspiration throughout my body. A tiny bead of sweat trickled between my breasts.

  Slowly, I sat back down. He removed his hand from my wrist.

  “I’d like that, Ash. I’d love to know just how you got so damn cocky.”

  He laughed merrily.

  “Oh, Veronica, I just bet you would. Get ready to have your mind blown.”

  Despite my determination to not let him win me over so easily, I found myself beaming. My pussy clenched tightly as I felt myself getting wet.

  This was going to be one hot night.

  Sitting down at the long conference table in my father’s office, I nervously awaited the meeting with my father. He wasn’t going to be happy with what I had to say.

  After graduating with my MBA from Harvard, I had gone to work for a prominent investment banking firm, Phillips and Hartman, in London. I had learned the ropes—how to recognize a great deal, how to negotiate terms, etc. After securing several multimillion dollar deals for my company, my father began to respect me as a savvy businesswoman. When I met Bryce Leedham the III from London, the son of a British ambassador, my father warmed to me even more. He adored Bryce and when we announced our engagement he was beyond thrilled.

  So when I decided to leave my firm in London and come to work for him he was ecstatic. It was a careful calculation on my part as I was plotting for ways to get back in Ash’s life. I’d watched him from afar for many years. When Vitalife starting showing signs of trouble, I immediately brought it to my father’s attention. He allowed me free reign and I arranged to have the shares purchased.

  Now Ash was right where I wanted him. He needed something and I was the only one who could give it to him.

  For our first date, I selected the Valentino dress my father purchased for me last Christmas. I stepped into the revealing gown. It had a sweetheart neckline revealing much of my enormous cleavage. It hugged my curves in all the right places emphasizing my tiny waist and hourglass figure. I painted my face with care dabbing on a bit of lip gloss at the last minute. My long honey colored hair was softly curled and lay gently upon my shoulders. Ruby and diamond earrings hung delicately from my lobes.

  At precisely 7 PM, a black Aston Martin pulled up outside my apartment. I raced to meet him at the door.

  As I swung the door open, I could hardly keep my mouth from falling open. He looked even more handsome dressed to kill in a black Italian suit with a deep red tie. His hair was styled with even more precision. He looked like a GQ model.

  He gave a low whistle when he saw me.

  “My God, Veronica, you look breathtaking.” He took my hand and pressed it to his lips.

  What a fine gentleman thing to do!

  “Thank you, Ash. You look quite nice yourself.” That was an understatement.

  He pulled out a single red rose.

  “For you, lovely.” I brought it to my face and inhaled the scent. So perfect.

  I quickly placed the rose in a Cloisonné vase.

  “Thank you.”

  Suddenly, he pulled me close to him. I shivered with excitement and a tiny bit of fear. What was he doing?

  “My lovely, get ready for the night of your life. I’m just full of surprises,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.

  As my full breasts pressed against his chest, I could feel every inch of his muscular frame. A familiar hardness pressed against my thigh. Oh, I wanted him. I couldn’t wait to have his hands run up my legs inch by inch, his fingertips roaming ever further to reach my aching, wet pussy.

  “I can’t wait, Ash.”

  Quickly, he whisked me away to the restaurant in his elegant Aston Martin.

  Unlike most of the dates, I’d had since I’d been at Harvard, Ash didn’t take me to a fine local restaurant. As we passed all the familiar elegant dining establishments, I became a bit nervous. We had been driving for a while and I recognized we were nearing Hyannis.

  “Ash, where are we going?”

  His face was obscured in the darkness. I could just make out his perfect profile.

  “Someplace very special. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”

  He reached over to squeeze my thigh. I could feel the sexual tension building between us. I didn’t know how long I would be able to hold out. My lacy red panties were soaking wet already.

  Suddenly, he turned the car down a long private road. There at the end was a dimly lit huge building. It looked like someone’s home not a restaurant.

  I could hear the roar of the ocean waves crashing onto the surf. We were right on the beach at Hyannis.

  “Why are we here, Ash?”

  Smiling, he gave me a wink.

  “You’ll see.”

  Rushing around to my side, he threw open the door in a gentlemanly gesture.

  The briny scent of the sea filled me as he led me up a long walkway. Suddenly, a house loomed large before us. It was an enormous gray shingle covered house with huge bay windows. It was absolutely breathtaking. The house was situated on a rare and elevated harbor front with a private staircase leading to a gorgeous private beach.

  “Ash, who lives here?”

  “I do on the weekends. It used to be my grandfather’s. When I was a child, I used to come out here to go fishing and boating. When he passed away a few years ago, he left it to me.” Throwing open the massive door, we walked into what seemed to me to be a palace.

  A wraparound staircase provided a captivating center to the home. The flooring was made of the finest dark wood. Following Ash around, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Everything was so beautiful with such intricate attention to even the smallest details. The fireplace in the main room was a masterpiece composed of gray stones and an enormous mantelpiece.

  “I’ve done some redecorating since taking ownership. I had Nicholaeff Architecture design a more modern look for the kitchen and bathrooms. You should see the 400 bottle wine cave downstairs! It’s amazing if I do say so myself.”

  “It’s absolutely beautiful.” I gazed in awe around me. The upscale Manhattan penthouse I’d been raised in was a shack by comparison.

  Ash took my hand and pulled me in close to him. I could feel his heart beat through his thin dress shirt.

  “Not as beautiful as you,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. Oh, the thrill of a feather soft kiss! It made me tingle all the way down to my toes.

  “Oh, Ash,” I whispered, kissing him back passionately. Heat began to build between my legs. My pussy ached to feel him.

  Just as our kissing intensified, he abruptly pulled back.

  “Ash, what’s wrong?” Quickly, I blotted my mouth fearing that my lipstick was likely smeared across my face.

  “Not yet, Veronica. I have a surprise for you.” With that, he took my hand and led me outside. There were multiple decks and dining terraces. We passed the spectacular pool pavilion complete with a stone pergola and fireplace. Finally, we reached a cobblestone pathway leading out to the ocean. The waves pounded the beach. I couldn’t imagine why we were out here.

  “Ash, my shoes and my dress…they aren’t really made for wearing on the beach.” I tried to hold my dress to keep it from dragging.

  “I know, baby. I knew you would be wearing something breathtaking so I had the men set the table up on the covered terrace.”

  Sure enough, I looked up and saw several lights flicking in the breeze. There was a beautifully decorated table covered in white linen and silver set up atop the oceanside terrace.

  A breeze from the ocean lifted my hair softly. The air was cool, but not cold. Ash led me up a few steps to the table.

  Out of nowhere, a butler in live
ry white pulled out my chair for me.

  Astonished, I sat down taking in the amazing view. The sky was inky black decorated with twinkling stars.

  “Ash, this is perfect,” I whispered. Shivering from excitement, I pulled the cloth napkin over my lap.

  After making light conversation over dinner, Ash stood up from his chair and walked over to me.

  Pulling me to him, his lips met mine. I felt his hands softly caress my body over my dress.

  “I want you naked,” he whispered.

  Quickly, I began to remove my dress. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I’d wanted him the moment I met him.

  Before I could remove my bra and panties, he grabbed my wrists roughly.

  “Stop. Let me look at you.” Ash stepped back as his eyes took me in.

  “You’re exquisite, Ronnie.”

  “Ronnie?” No one had ever called me that before.

  “Yes, Ronnie. My Ronnie.” He smiled as reached to yank my bra open. My full breasts spilled out. He stared at them as if mesmerized.

  The spell that he was under seemed broken as he seized me in his arms. His hands squeezed my breasts feeling the weight of them in his hands. His thumbs flicked back and forth over my nipples making them harder and harder.

  My pussy clenched tightly around nothing. I ached for him. The heat in my thighs was building as I felt my pussy get wetter and wetter.

  Then Ash spun around and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me all the way down to the cool sand where he lay me down. Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. My eyes drank in the beauty of his muscular frame. His chest was well muscled and his abs were toned to perfection. I longed to trace each muscle of his stomach with my tongue. Removing his pants, I noticed the huge bulge in his shorts. Oh my God, I bet he’s massive. I wondered if I would be able to take him all the way in.

  Before he unveiled what was sure to be impressive, Ash knelt on the sand between my legs. He peeled my red lacy panties off tossing them to side.

  “Ronnie, you’re gorgeous.” His voice was nearly drowned by the roar of the ocean.

  Laying back in the sand, I gazed up at the stars. All of heaven seemed to be shining above us as Ash gently buried his face between my legs.

  Excruciatingly slow, he took his time kissing my velvety inner thighs licking and sucking his way up my legs until his lips brushed against my pussy.

  Immediately, I flew up as if electrified. Again, his tongue flicked out against my swollen, aching clit. I was dripping wet and so ready to come.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Oh, Ash, oh my God, yes.” My hands drifted down to tangle in his dark hair.

  With his fingers, he peeled back my delicate folds, his tongue strummed over my clit again and again faster and faster.

  My hips ground down into the sand as I arched my back trying to capture his tongue. Suddenly, his tongue shot out and stabbed right into my core. I felt the strong familiar pulsations of orgasm descend upon me.

  Abruptly, he pulled back and stood up.

  “What are you doing, Ash? Please finish me!” I begged, clutching at his hand.

  “Not yet, baby. Don’t worry, you’ll come, but only when I say.” He scooped our clothing up tossing me my dress.

  Without another word, he marched up the beach his feet kicking up sand as he walked.

  I sat for a moment stunned.

  What the hell just happened?

  Clutching my clothes to my chest, I raced up the beach to the house. I ran from room to room looking for Ash. The house was huge and an absolute maze. Finally, I came upon him in a quiet study with a fire roaring in the fireplace. The flames licked the logs mesmerizing me. Ash was sitting, still shirtless, on a huge leather chair reading a book like nothing had happened.

  “Ash? What happened? Did I do something wrong?” I slowly walked into the room trying to pull my bra on.

  “Ronnie? Have a seat. Would you like coffee, tea, or perhaps a glass of Scotch?” He motioned to the bottle of Macallan sitting next to him.

  I simply stared at him. Was he serious? What was wrong with him? We’d just enjoyed a passionate moment out on the beach and now he was reading and offering me scotch like we just had a simple friendly dinner.

  I eased over to the couch next to him. I noticed the title of the book he was reading, Fragile by Drew Sera.

  Slipping the bra on I attempted to clasp it when Ash’s hand shot out and grabbed me.

  “Don’t.”

  “What?” Stunned, I continued to hold the clasp in my hands.

  “I prefer you nude.” He grinned wickedly as he set the book aside.

  “Ash, I thought we were finished.”

  He chuckled as yanked the bra from my hands and tossed it into the corner.

  “Not even close, Ronnie. We were just getting started.”

  Moments later, I found myself kissing him with such passionate abandon it took my breath away. Ash’s thick dark hair brushed against my neck as his full lips pressed into mine. His tongue gently nudged my own as I felt myself melting into him. I hoped this time he’d let me come.

  His hands roamed my body at will. Arching my back, I thrust my breasts against his muscled chest feeling the heat of his flesh. My nipples hardened as his lips traveled to them licking and sucking each nipple until they absolutely tingled with pleasure. My pussy pulsated in anticipation. He squeezed each breast as he kissed down my body. I ran my hands over his strong back raking him lightly with my long fingernails.

  Finally, as he reached the small of my stomach he looked up at me. His eyes burned with desire as then pushed my legs into the air. Taking his fingers, he rubbed them softly over my dripping wet pussy. Still gazing into my eyes, he strummed my clit with his thumb.

  Moaning loudly, I held my breasts in my hands squeezing them.

  “You like that, baby?”

  I nodded.

  “Good. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  His fingers were soaking wet from my pussy. Suddenly, he plunged a finger deep inside me stroking my inner core.

  Pleasure shot through my body as I arched my back tugging on my own nipples.

  His finger fucked me deeply, in and out, as my pussy tightened nearing climax.

  Please, oh please let me come!

  Just as I felt my orgasm nearing, he yanked his finger out touching it to his lips.

  “So sweet,” he murmured.

  “Ash, please. That felt so good!” I grabbed his hand begging him to finish me.

  “In time, sweetness. In time.”

  Then he stood up and walked over to the bar!

  I flew up off the couch staring in disbelief as he poured two glasses of scotch handing me one. Then he walked back to his chair and picked up his book.

  My hands trembling I drank the scotch in one gulp.

  “Ash, what the hell? Am I doing something wrong?” I sat the glass down with a hard clang.

  “Not at all.”

  “Then do you not like me? Why won’t you finish me?”

  He shrugged and flash his wicked grin.

  “Who said I wouldn’t? I will…in time.”

  Ash’s gaze went back to his book. He was still shirtless. His muscular chest teased and tormented me.

  I didn’t know if he was some sort of pervert that got off teasing me or what, but I wasn’t going to take it anymore.

  Strolling over to him, I knocked the book out of his hands.

  “Fuck me, Ash,” I commanded.

  Ash stared at the fury in my eyes. He reached over and marked his place in the book and placed it neatly on the table. He finished his scotch and held the glass in his hand. His eyes never left my face.

  “Fuck me, Ash.” I placed one leg up on the chair next to him my pussy inches from his face.

  Nothing. He continued to stare at me. I started to feel foolish.

  Placing my leg down, I ran my hands through my tousled hair. Rage began building inside me. Never had I ever had to
beg a man to fuck me.

  “What the hell? I just asked you to fuck me. You can’t say a word? Fuck you.”

  With that, I turned away tears building in my eyes. I went searching for my clothing.

  Before I knew it, he had me slammed against the wall his hand over my mouth.

  “I never said I wouldn’t fuck you, Ronnie. I want to fuck you more than anything. Just wanted to see what you had. You have fire in you. I love that.”

  His hand still clamped over my mouth I struggled to speak. The fire still raged in the fireplace crackling loudly.

  Finally, he allowed his hand to slip from my mouth.

  “Then why?” I whispered.

  “Good things come to those who wait. I needed to teach you that. Now you know.”

  Without another word, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to his bedroom suite.

  As threw open the double doors to his suite, I stared in awe. It was as nearly as big as my whole apartment in Boston! There was a massive floor to ceiling window that looked out over the ocean. A pair of French doors led out to a private deck overlooking the ocean. As he placed me down on the floor, my feet touched the priceless Oriental rug. There were hardwood floors throughout with huge antique Oriental rugs scattered about. Ash took my hand and led me to the bed which was on a dais near the far left corner of the room. It was an extravagant affair, breathtakingly beautiful.

  The mattress was obviously custom made it was much larger than an average king size bed. The bed frame featured hand carved mahogany posts. The Egyptian cotton deep crimson sheets were turned down on the bed as if he’d been planning this all along.

  All along the opposite wall was an elaborate bar with every type of liquor imaginable. A stone fireplace already had a fire burning delightfully. The lighting was dimmed and along with the fire gave the room a cozy, romantic feel.

  “Ash, this is beautiful.”

  He spun me around to cup my face in his strong hands.

  “Not as beautiful as you.”

  My head fell back as he kissed me lightly on the neck.

  “You wanted me to fuck you, Ronnie. And I’m going to do just that.”

  He threw me over his shoulder and tossed me onto the bed. It was as soft as I’d imagined it would be. Catching the sexy look in his eye, I bit my lip waiting to see what he would do next.