Putting her key in the door, she heard someone behind her. Her heart began to thump loudly in her ears. Not daring to turn around she struggled with the lock. Hands clasped around her waist, her voice rose in her throat, but a hand covered her mouth. Her eyes widened in fright. A deep sensual voice spoke in her ear.
“I rushed over to you, as soon as I could. I needed to see you.”
“Matt! Oh, how could you? You frightened the life out of me.” She threw herself in his arms and impulsively reached up and kissed him full on the mouth. He held her tight, his lips covering hers. She could smell his aftershave and she lost herself in the sensation of the kiss. She could feel his heart, beating through his shirt, as it pounded against her. He felt so good, so manly, against her.
“Hey, shall we go inside? What will your neighbors think?” Ellen blushed. She hadn’t given it a thought. She had only been thinking of Matt. Shutting the door behind him, Matt moved forward, and took Ellen into his arms.
“I’m sorry. I have to do this. I know we haven’t known each other for long. It’s just I can’t resist you.” Ellen felt her heart soaring at his words. “France was hell. Business was difficult. I was hoping to catch up with my sister, but didn’t get the chance.” He paused and looked deeply into her eyes. “And for some reason, I just couldn’t get this damned gorgeous British woman, out of my mind. You have haunted my every moment.” He took her chin and turned her mouth up to meet his. Her lips were still at first, and then they yielded to the pressure of his kiss.
“Oh my darling, how badly I want you.” His voice was gruff. “I want you as I have never wanted another woman.” Ellen couldn’t believe her ears. Everything she wanted to hear, he was now saying to her. Her every dream was coming true. She didn’t know what to say, and as her lips parted to speak, he bent down and kissed her silent. She closed her eyes and melted into him. Their bodies were so close. He pressed himself to her and she felt his hardness against her stomach. He began to kiss down her neck, following a line towards her shoulder. He moved the neck of her blouse and planted passionate kisses on the exposed bare skin. She gasped, and for an instant, Matt felt sorry for her. She was going to be so easy. She was a lamb being led, blindly, to the slaughter. He concentrated on the kisses as one hand came up and cupped her breast.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “So perfect, my darling.” His fingers tweaked a newly hardened nipple as he spoke, sending electric shocks throughout Ellen’s body. She had never felt such ecstasy, such joy. She leant back in his arm and angled her breast up to meet his lips, as he bent down to kiss her through the flimsy material of her blouse. Then he kissed back up towards her flushed face, and watched her reacting to him. She moaned and he expertly traced the outline of her face and chin, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to progress further, but he knew from her reactions that she wasn’t used to a man like him. Besides he wanted her to beg him. He stopped, and noted her pleasure, with inner satisfaction.
“I’m sorry I can’t.” He watched her confusion, almost chuckled, and then felt the power he had over her. “I respect you too much Ellen. I want you but it has to be right.” He turned his dark eyes away from her.
Ellen felt devastated, she did not understand the confusion she felt, or the emptiness, when he had stopped touching and kissing her. Her body was on fire, crying out for him. She wanted more. When he moved away from her, she felt abandoned.
“Matt, I want you too. I am yours. Show me your love, and teach me how to love you.”
“Oh, my darling.” He encased her in his arms, and smiled over her shoulder, it was a smile of victory. “Are you sure? I want you to be sure.” He pulled away, and looked at her with sincerity.
“Oh, yes Matt. Yes.”
He picked her up from the sofa and carried her through the open door to the bedroom. He had looked for its location the moment he had arrived.
Laying her on the bed, he undid the buttons of her blouse, as he kissed her. He aroused her passion, set fire to her lips. She fumbled with her skirt, and in her haste, she tore off her stockings. Gone was the demure girl and in her place was a woman of epic passion. He stood up to undress. He threw his clothes on the floor as he removed them. She never once took her eyes off him. He began to undo his trousers. He had a very large penis that jutted out proudly. Ellen looked aghast for a moment, and then blushed and looked away. Removing his underwear, it sprang free, swollen and angry. He strode naked, and confidently towards her, where she lay in embarrassed shyness. He straddled her and lay forward watching his jutting erect penis jump against her flat white stomach. In his mind, he saw the golden firm body of his sister. He quickly blocked the thought, afraid that he might get carried away. He caressed her body gently working his way down her torso. He took her nipple in his mouth and tongued it, causing Ellen to writhe in pleasure under him. She moaned at his every touch. He took her trembling hand, and guided it to his hot penis.
“There, my darling, see how much I love you? Feel what you do to me.” He moved her hand up and down the thick shaft. “Yes, like that, touch me like that. That’s how I like it. Very good.”
He kissed her lips and felt her mouth open to take his tongue. His hand went between her legs, and parted them, then, he began repositioning himself. His hand moved up towards her pussy and she began to gyrate her hips against his fingers.
“Shhhh, not yet; we have plenty of time.”
His finger entered her wet opening and began to stroke inside. She was very wet, and he could feel her furnace-like heat against his hand. As his fingers moved in and out, his thumb caressed her clitoris. She moaned, a deep guttural cry that came from deep within her, similar to when a cat calls its mate. Feeling her mounting excitement, he slowly entered her. She screamed, as his full, thick penis forced its way deeper into her.
“It’s ok. Very good. There’s a good girl.” His strokes were deep and slow. Leaning on his elbows, his face just inches from hers. He watched her expressions; there was a look of agony. Her eyes were closed; her mouth was open, in a silent cry. He smiled to himself, and began to thrust deeper, taking her every moan as encouragement. Her knees were spread wide apart and then she moved them up to clasp around his back, to pull him further into her. She moaned again and he felt her shuddering against him, in an unexpected orgasm.
“Oh my god.” She moaned in pain. Her vagina was stretched and tense, swelling as he moved. He felt her tensing on him and forced himself deeper into her very core. He was reminded of the time he first took his sister. Her vagina was so tight, like a vice around his engorged member. He thought of Veronique, and came hard inside Ellen. He felt his seed spurting deep inside her womb; no protection, no condom, nothing. Just bareback. In a virgin. Just as he liked it. He stopped and waited for the throbbing to subside and for his penis to soften slightly. He was still hard when he withdrew.
“Oh!” She winced as he withdrew. Blood covered his shaft from the tip to his balls. Matt looked at her. For a moment, he had forgotten who she was, who he was with, and he expected to see Veronique, so he was surprised to find Ellen lying back looking at him, her legs still spread, and her slit exposed and bleeding. Veronique was the only woman he willingly bedded, the only woman who aroused him sexually. He could only have sex when he imagined having sex with his sister. He jumped up and went into the bathroom to wash himself clean of the blood. The sudden movement surprised Ellen. She had expected them to stay entwined in each other’s arms, whispering words of love; they would lie together and snooze. She was surprised at his sudden departure. He had left so abruptly, no tenderness, and no words of any sort. He returned to find her still with her legs open and bent at the knees. He saw the blood, mixed with his copious amounts of semen, seeping on to the duvet cover. It fired his veins and he felt his penis jump, ready again.
“Come.” He held out his hand to help her sit up. She stopped; the searing throbbing pain in her groin was almost unbearable. She winced again, making Matt’s evil heart miss a beat. He too
k her legs and swung them over the bed, and then knelt by her. He bent between her legs and lapped at their combined juices. His tongue twirled by her thigh and then delved deep within her, no longer virgin, pussy lips. He sucked on her and she gasped in pain. Hearing her outcry, he burrowed his tongue inside her, lapping up every drop that trickled down to meet his eager tongue. Playing with the tip of her clitoris, then back to her throbbing and sore opening. He could feel his erect member throbbing so much it hurt. His penis was rock solid, hard at the thought of what he was going to do with her. He wanted to throw her back on the bed, to pump her hard, just as he did with his little sister. Use her, abuse her, and ride her until he had emptied his balls. He would not stop, until she begged him to stop, and even then, he might not. He would still ride her like the slut she would become. He would force his penis right up to her throat via her vagina, to feel her tearing on him, just as his sister had done that wonderful first time.
“Darling.” His voice was husky. “Now it’s your turn to pleasure me.”
“Yes if I can.” She was confused at what was happening to her. Was this really what sex was?
“Here.” He stood up and she looked up, expecting him to kiss her but instead he pulled her face down to his penis. She hesitated a moment and he felt her resistance; her confusion, but pushed her head down further. “Open your mouth...there’s a good girl. Wider. That’s it...deeper.”
He felt her gagging, her throat tightening as he forced himself in and out of her mouth. He held her head tight and face fucked her, hard. Looking down he saw her tears, and smiled. He saw Ellen’s ruffled dark hair entwined in his fingers, and filling his hands. He smiled to himself, and then, in his mind, he saw Veronique with her delicate blonde beauty, her obedient look of submission, and he came, suddenly spurting his copious load of sperm down her spasming throat. He held her there as Ellen struggled to pull back. He waited as his balls emptied, and as she wailed like a mournful child on his now softening penis. When he removed himself from her mouth, Ellen jumped up and ran sobbing into the bathroom. He heard her retching between the sobs, and as she did so, she turned on the tap to drown the sound of the vomiting. Moments later, she came to the door, and slammed the door shut. Matt sighed in contentment. He leant forward, and sniffed the blood on the bed, and let his tongue taste it once more. It wasn’t as sweet as Veronique’s blood, but it would do for now. He lay on the bed and felt the sticky wet patch on his behind. He put his hands behind his head and smiled at the ceiling.
When Ellen came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, Matt was gently snoring. His arms were behind his head and his body naked. She walked forward, her groin throbbing, and began to cover him with a sheet, then stopped. She walked out into the living room, sat down and sobbed.
It wasn’t how she imagined her first time to be. She had had romantic ideas of losing her virginity. She had thought the man she chose would be gentle, loving, caring and affectionate. The ideas may have been old fashioned, but this was how her mother had described the wedding night to her, since she was of age. He would take her in his arms, soothe her nerves, kiss her and slowly when her passion had arisen, he would make her a woman. It would be a momentous occasion, and she would feel adored, cherished, fulfilled and satisfied. That’s when she would truly become a woman. She had spent her whole professional career writing about how it should be in women’s magazines. Now, for the first time, she knew that it wasn’t true. Life, love and sex were not as she had so naïvely thought them to be. Life was cruel, sex hurt and there was only pleasure in it for the man. She felt used, dirty and degraded and yet, at the same time, she believed she loved him.
Loved him with such a passion, that she believed she could change him.
Chapter Six - Dean
Since Ellen had returned to London, Dean had been unable to concentrate on his failing business. Nothing seemed to matter any more. He tried to make a go of it, but the finances were almost gone, the recession had hit him at the worst time, just as his business was establishing itself and starting to pick up. Now, it had spluttered to an almost halt. If he had more clients, and those willing to spend more, then maybe it might have worked. Even those with magical bank balances of hundreds of millions were scaling down their expenses. Nobody would pay within the three months and, even then, others extended it further. It was a knock on effect for all the businesses in the industry, as one supplier owed another; they were all in the same proverbial sinking boat. Before Ellen, he felt he had drive and a purpose. Now the wind had literally been taken out of his sails. There was no one to fight for, work for and with, no pleasures without her smiles. Without knowing it, she had been his rock his whole life, the springboard from which all his dreams had taken flight. Whatever he wanted to do, she had always encouraged him, and supported him. He surveyed his desk, strewn with papers; mostly bills. His choice, at this moment, was to close the business and cease trading or find some business to pay what bills he could. Knowing he would never be able to look his reflection in the mirror of a morning if he gave up, he knew he had to do something. Even if that too, failed. He took out his calculator and began working out exactly how much money he owed.
An afternoon spent going through the accounts, made Dean even more somber than before. He swiveled his chair and looked out of the window. If the money owed to him was paid, he would only be a couple of hundred thousand pounds down. Not bad, as it would take him to the break even point and limit his overdraft. Technically speaking, trading with such a deficit was probably illegal...more outgoings than incomings. Nowadays thought, most businesses were in the same position. Look at all those that owed billions...that hadn’t been an overnight situation. No, they had spent months, if not years, amassing their debts. If he sold his house and repaid the debts, he could break even; be back in the black and would then have to work for someone else, which he couldn’t imagine doing. Things would be better tomorrow. He was sure of it. He just needed a plan. Looking out at the grey sky and the seagulls swooping in the air, he momentarily thought of what Ellen would suggest. Ideas started forming in his mind, as usual, whenever he thought of her, she was his inspiration and his raison d’être. He picked up the phone to call her.
***
Several days later, after trying all her numbers, he finally managed to get through.
She had been very quiet, and explained she was under the weather a little. He told her he would be dining at the Ritz that night and arranged to meet her there for drinks later that evening, if she wanted to come along. She hadn’t confirmed yet.
On his desk, under a pile of papers, was a resume from a very intelligent woman called Priscilla Harris. He had briefly scanned her resume and was determined that if ever he was in a position to hire someone, she would be the first person he would call. Little did he know, she was going to change his life forever.
The table was empty as Dean arrived; he ordered himself a drink whilst he waited. Matt arrived a few moments later, looking very pleased with himself.
“Hello.” He shook Dean’s hand and sat opposite him. “You remember I was talking about a client interested in chartering several yachts for himself? I told him that he could go sailing for a few weeks then moor in Monaco, combine it with the Formula One. They could watch from the yacht, be in the best position, and I would throw in a few pit tickets too.”
Dean nodded. He had given the figures to Matt a few weeks prior and not heard anything back from him since.
“He agreed with the costings you gave me and they will charter ALL the yachts you outlined in your proposal for a three week period over the Monaco Grand Prix.”
Dean was speechless. He had expected Matt to knock him down, negotiate his over inflated prices, which he had bumped up to allow for a discount of twenty percent, and that would still leave him with a massive profit margin. Matt was now telling him they had taken his prices, without even batting an eyelid. He stood to make more than four hundred thousand pounds profit a week, for each week. Dean regained
his composure and nodded at Matt as though he did deals like this every day. Matt had no idea how he had literally pulled his business from the shark’s mouth.
“Right, if you give me all the details, I will set it all up when I get back. Did you include your commissions?” Dean’s mind suddenly sharpened as he worked out mentally what he would have to pay Matt for his part in the deal. It could be a significant chunk of the profits. He hadn’t thought to prepare specific and exact terms before the deal was on the table. He cursed himself inwardly for being such a fool.
“No, don’t worry. I added my commissions on top of your prices. So the client is, in effect, paying me direct.” The relief Dean felt was palpable. He had been prepared to offer him two and a half percent of any deal, but this was working out better than he expected.
“Good.” He nodded again. “What would you like to order?”
“Actually sorry Dean, I can’t. Remember I told you about the heiress I met? I am meeting her here later. She is my latest woman. She is a wonderful woman, wonderful in as much as she has more money than I could ever spend. Once I marry her, that will become all mine, shared assets and all. Man of the house, if you get my meaning.” He winked. “I will be able to live the life I always deserved. Women do this to men all the time. I think it’s time us men stuck together and caught a couple of our own fish. Don’t you?”
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