by Elaine May
“I’m coming baby. You’re making me come. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”I say on a prayer. Growling he plunges himself inside me again, filling me up to the hilt. My cries only seem to fuel him further, using his dick like a tank inside me. My head falls back against the wall as screams of pleasure are ripped from my throat. The orgasm takes me completely by surprise, holding me hostage in its grip. Fire spreads through my veins as I feel him stiffen. I look up into his face andI can see his orgasm take him prisoner as it takes centre stage. I take a moment to calm, to take in everything around me.As my orgasm dies down I try to absorb every feeling this man is making me feel and it’s shaking the very core of my world.
“I don’t know if once will be enough for me.” Panic wants to replace the sex coma I’m currently in but I’m just too tired to move from his hold. He makes sure I’m still wrapped around him and with his cock still inside me he walks us over to the bed, laying me down and nestling in next to me.
“Can I stay?” It’s so low I don’t even know if I really heard him, but I answer him anyway with a word I shouldn’t say but can’t help myself.
“Please.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
AYRIA
I start to come to but I feel so hot.
My mouth feels too dry and I just need a drink.
A drink, oh God, I think I just need water.
I don’t want to touch drink again. My head is thumping away in my scalp and I can’t remember what happened last night.
I remember dancing.
I remember drinking. Oh God, the drinking.
Harry. I saw Harry. He was across the dance floor looking sinful. I feel someone move beside me and as if a magic wand has cast its spell everything comes rushing back to me.
The dance floor.
The cab.
My bed. My core suddenly comes to life just remembering what he did to me. I open my eyes and I’m glad to see I’m in my own bed at least, even if it’s the one at the estate. I notice the warm arm across my stomach, the firm body that’s right up close to mine, and I’m too scared to have a look. I know who it’s going to be but I’m too scared to confirm it. I lie there for I don’t know how long just wondering what to do. I have never been in this situation before. I’ve never had one come back to my bed before, I’ve never spent the night before, I’ve always left before they could get too comfortable with me.
What did I do? Oh God I want to be sick and then it just gets worse in one moment.
“Good morning,gorgeous.” He’s awake. I have no choice now but to look at him, look at the mistake I made last night, but as I shift I can feel where he hasbeen and it still feels amazing as it burns between my legs. I slowly turn and he looks like the cat that has found the cream. He has early morning stubble coating his chin and it only makes him appear sexier.
He looks cocky, very cocky in fact, and he looks like he’s had the best sex of his life and I think maybe I have too.
I know I did, I can feel it in my whole body. Oh God, this really doesn’t bode well for me. He looks as handsome as sin even with his floppy hair all over the place and I get that same feeling I remember having last night. The way he rendered me as nothing more than a puddle of need and then sucked me up into his pockets of lust. He did a right number on me, my breathing becomes shaky in the back of my throat as I take in his perfection. The air is thick with tension but sex lingers in the air pushing the tension away while he just continues to gain his power again. He’s powerful and I’m just letting him do it but he’s got me in his trap and I find I don’t want to leave it.
I want to taste him again.
I want to feel him again.
“Let me have you again.” Again? I don’t know how to answer that, terror grips at my chest like a vice as he just looks at me, expecting me to say the same thing back to him.
I don’t know what to say I’m a mixed-up bag of emotions and everything inside me is twirling together in a pool of mess.
I feel tired, I feel lost between all the things that are trying to go through my brain and I’m finding it too hard to keep pretending any longer.
I can’t keep it up. I want him just as much as he wants me andI can’t seem to help myself.
I have to have him. I start on his lips and move to his jaw and down his neck. I find his nipples and begin to lick and nibble at each one, making sure I am fair to each. I can hear a groan from deep within his throat and I make my way down his firm stomach, kissing and caressing as I reachhis happy trail and then start on the V that makes me want to lick and kiss it. I pull away the covers and look up to see Harry gripping the bed sheets with his hands, his veins standing out hard and proud. His breathing becomes heavier and I start to run a finger up and down his shaft anyway. I increase my speed and firmness, and I can hear his moan. My hand quickly replaces my finger and his moan grows louder as my hand moves quicker up and down his beautiful cock. I remove my hand and replace it with licks from my tongue. I lick from the base all the way to his tip, where I can see a little pre-cum and I just lickand suck it away, his moan replaced by a deep groan. The taste of salty and sweet reaches my tongue and I just want more. I want a second, a third, I just want more and I just take all I can get.
“Oh god baby, that feels good, keep going” I hear from the head of the bed and I just go and begin to kiss the tip, I move my lips over it and back down to the base starting a gentle up and down movement using my tongue as well. I can feel him grow bigger in my mouth and I smile with pride. I keep going and manage to get him to reach the back of my throat.
“I’m going to fill that mouth of yours.”He says as Ifeel him stiffen and thrust inside me and then the hot and salty spurt as it slidesdown the back of my throat. I swallow and then swallow again as he keeps offering his special shake. His breathing turns laboured as he tries to take back control, his smile spreading through his face, his eyes shining.
“That was amazing but it wasn’t enough.”He pulls himself up and pushes me back onto the bed.
“What?” I question.
“I need more of you.” He says as he kneels over the top of me, his legs on either side keeping me trapped and with tender hands he cups my face. My blood rushes to my head as his thumb starts to stroke my cheek.
“I want you again. Is that crazy?” I want him now if he wants me. He cups one of my breasts with rough fingers, playing with my nipples, pinching and squeezing like I’m his favourite toy. His fingers stop and my body starts to tremble with need.He nudges my legs apart, his fingers taking a firm grip of my hips as he plunges himself inside me with one long thrust. He fucks me hard and fast until he just stops and stands up at the edge of the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees.” He demands as he puts his hands on my hips and makes himself level with my opening.
“Prepare yourself.” He says as he plunges into me to the hilt, as if I’m nothing more than just a hole, and I love the feeling. I love what he’s doing to me, how it’s building up inside my stomach. His fingers take a firm grip of my hair, forcing my head back as he nips at my shoulder. Pleasure, pain, nothing matters, it just bleeds into one another so that all I can feel is what he is doing to me and it’s earth shattering. I can feel the earth shake beneath my bed as he keeps pounding into me. His name tears itself from my throat as he thrusts harder, pulling harder, giving me what I want. I love the way he’s using our bodies like this. It’s raw and wild and I love every moment of it. Every stroke he uses glides in and out, massaging my inner muscles, soaking us both with the juices we’re making together. I can smell the scent of us in the air, the scent of sex and we smell amazing. We feel amazing. The heat he’s building up inside me coils at the way he’s taking me and we both moan together as we feel our orgasms getting closer to the surface. I hear a slap and then the sting on my arse just before he does it again then again and it sets us both off. Incredible sensations ravage my body as I feel him stiffen and his deep breaths tickle my neck as he rests his head against my shoul
der. We stay like this for a moment and just as I feel like I have my breath back he starts raining kisses all over me. He pushes me to lie out on my front and lies down next to me and I turn to my side and nestle up against him. I absorb the feeling of us like this, together, skin against skin, and I feel the beating of his heart against my back. I feel safe for the first time in my life. I feel beautiful within his arms and I want to stay here forever. Forever? If only I thought it could be a possibility with someone other than myself because in the morning light I’m sure he’ll be just like all the rest but right now I’m happy to play along.
HARRY
I can’t get enough of her.
She felt amazing.
My cock felt at home inside her warm wet heat and in her mouth. It’s in a state of firmness no matter how many times we’ve done it.
Loads of sex last night, I came in her mouth this morning, and now we’re calming down from another round of rough, amazing sex.
I should be worn out.
I should be laid out on her bed comatose with all the action I’ve had.
I should be ready to run but I’m not.
I’m far from running, I’m too comfortable where I am.
I want her again.
I really want her again even though this is unheard of for me.
My cock is so hard for her it hurts, my balls are tight and aching and nothing will do but her.
She’s a drug, a drug I need to possess, own for myself, and I can’t seem to get enough of her. I just want more and more from her and as the day goes on I take her in every room of the mansion she calls home. We don’t try to hide from the servants, we do it where and when ever we like and everytime we do she does something to me and I can’t understand it. When the weekend is over and I kiss her on the lips to leave I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to go back to my penthouse where it’s only me. I just want to be with her and when I step out in the fresh air it doesn’t stop. It just gets stronger and I feel like I’m drowning.
Drowning in this consuming need for her and I’m finding myself not wanting to reach for the surface.
CHAPTER TWENTY
AYRIA
That weekend he took me in every room of the mansion I’ve had to call home for too many years but has never felt like home, no it was always his home, always his. I should be ashamed that we disrespected my grandfather’s home but I’m not, I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be happier with everything I havedone to him. Any good disciplined rich girl would say she did try to hide from the servants, that it was an accident, something that took control on the spur of the moment. I’d like to say that but I have never been a good girl,in fact I’m glad to say we did it where and whenever we liked and we didn’t care if anyone walked in on us at all.
It was the slap to my grandfather’s face I have longed to give him for too many years. What I’m really sorry to say is that I had to wait for the bastard to die first to be able to do it but I’ve done it now. It was as if all my insecurities, all my pain was washed away when I was with Harry within those walls.
I am a new woman.
I can do anything I want.I can hear the booming echo of my grandfather’s voice every time I breathe but I just silently laugh back.
He can no longer get to me, he can no longer hurt me.
He is just a ghost in the wind and my heart eggs him on to try and hurt me.
“You can’t do anything right.”
“You’re a waste, just like your father.”
“You can’t do it on your own.”
“The Bryant’s are the scum of this earth.”
“You’re just a girl.”
“You won’t succeed in this world without a husband to help you.” Words he never spoke try to ring in my ears too,as if these new words can do more than his actual ones ever could.
“Why’s that Bryant inside my home?”
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
As much as they ring in my ears they can’t touch me.
He can’t get to me any longer.
Every time those words dared to speak their mind I just continued to look all around me, at the man who was ramming his dick so far inside me I would have thought he was trying to rip me in two while we lay on the bed my grandfather’s millions had brought me. We disgraced the walls he loved to ridicule me in.
It was the best fuck of my life.
I liked it.
I liked him, liked spending this time with him, getting to know him more.
It should have been the best time of my life and it was, but something is brewing, reminding me of what I am really trying to do here.
I have lost my role in my own play.
It should be the best time of my life if it were with anyone but him. But the Gods are mocking me, they are laughing in my face and throwing Harry and my emotions in my face.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this.
I’m Ayria Jonas, I have complete control in my personal life and I never let my guard down.
I am the queen of my own chess game.
He is supposed to be the one who is mixed up. Not me, never me, and I can’t let him keep doing this to me.
Taking my control.
Taking my power.
Hopefully as soon as he goes I might feel normal again.
I might get to be me again.
****
The moment he leaves the mansion I assume I will feel better but I don’t.
He said goodbye with a kiss to my head, with our combined juices still sliding down my thigh. With him gone I assumed that I would be able to breathe again, that I could take control without him so close, but it never happened.
I can still smell him in the air, I can smell us in the air, my core still feels him pounding against my sensitive skin and every room I go into only holds more memories of him.
Everytime hetouched me or just held me in his arms he made me feel special.
Every time he opened those kissable lips of his the voice that came out filled me with the sense that I am something special.
I can’t deny there seems to be an energy so strong between us, connecting us in ways I can’t understand or see a way out of.
Even now with him long gone it is as if he is as strong as ever. It is as if he is trying to bring my tired mind back to life again and it hurts so much. I’m not used to the effect he has on me, the effect that one man can have on me where no one else ever has before. I never allow them to get this close. To get to me this way, but somehow Harry fucking Bryant is doing just that. He is a plague on my existence and he needs to be stopped.
My head starts to ache, my temples pound and I just want to scream.
Why can’t I get him out of my head? As soon as the stupid question pops into my head I know the answer instantly. He treats me like I am the most beautiful woman in the world but caters for the devil who lurks behind the makeup and good graces. I liked everything he did to me, the gentle kisses, the gentle touches and I loved the firmer, harsher ones too. He knew what I liked, he knew my body’s signs and he stopped at nothing until I was purring underneath him for more. I am tingling for more at just the thoughts of what he did to me. As much as I try, the memories of Harry Bryant are apparently here to stay.
My head begs me to call him.
Begs me to arrange another meeting, another fuck, but something inside stops me. There is no ulterior motive lurking in my mind. I want to call him just so I can see him, not to make him pay but to just find out more about him and that is unacceptable behaviour. Ayria Jonas does not phone a man because she wants to see him, no, she phones them to mess them up. I always mess them up, that is why I am the Ice Princess so why is everything changing when my greatest victory is so close? I can’t answer my own question and as hard as it is I keep myself far enough away.
I don’t phone him.
I don’t seek him out, I just kept well enough away, even though my fingers itch to press that button or see if he has called me. It is th
e hardest thing I have ever done, every part of me screams to just do what my body wants the most, but in the end I just turn my cell off.
I have never been so busy, that week I busy myself with anything charitable I can and although every night I go home with a sense of pride it doesn’t seem so important if I can’t tell Harry all about it. I am so determined to keep my mind busy I even start to look into how I can turn the estate into a children’s hospital. It is something I have always wondered about, there is so much room, acres of land and with the amount of antiques my grandfather owned, items that I never want to look at again, I know I can do it. Some of them, I’m sure, are worth millions. I become so engrossed that I look into how much is just lying around the estate. As far as I amconcerned this place only holds bad memories and if it and everything inside burned to the ground I wouldn’t be upset. Everything here just reminds me of the old man who was supposed to love me but only looked at me as a rat. I was nothing to him, just a way of getting the best person into his business to make it stronger after he was gone.
My first mistake comes the moment I turn on my cell to check something else and it just becomes a never-ending river of missed calls, all from Harry. I dismiss each and every one of them, if I listen to his messages he will draw me in and I can’t have that.
I am entrapped by one of Grandfather’s paintings when I make my second mistake. My cell rings and I don’t even look to see who is calling, I just press accept.
“Hello.”
“Thank God you answered.” Oh God it’s him.
