by CA Quigg
"That's what you do to me," he growled. "You know what I think?"
I shook my head. "No."
"I think my hard dick is all your fault, and I think you need to do something about it."
"You do?" I licked my lips. My mouth and throat suddenly bone dry. "What would you like me to do?"
He ran his hands down the front of my sweater, pausing when he reached my breasts. I arched into his touch aching for more.
"You already know, sweet Emma."
I knew what he wanted me to do, of course I did, because it was what I wanted to do, too. But I would get him to say the words. I would get him to tell me what he wanted because if anything was going to happen between us, I wanted to be told. I wanted to be commanded and controlled. Manhandled and manipulated. To be made feel as if no other woman alive could do the things I could do for him.
He gave me a lazy smile. "So that's how you want to play it?" He reached up, wrapped my hair around his fist, and tugged until my follicles stung. "Let's take this somewhere a little more private. When we get there, you're going to get on your knees and take every inch of my cock into that sweet mouth of yours. Do you understand?"
Flares of desire flashed through my body. Was this actually happening? Was I really in a foreign country with a sexy man who was telling me what to do, and was I agreeing to it? The Emma Brown at home would slap my face for acting this way, but the Emma Brown here wanted to experience everything she could. This man owned me and had done so from the minute he stepped out of his car at the transit station. Right now, he could ask me to blow every single man in the castle, and I would. But he would never ask me to do that. I got the impression Kit was the kind of man who wanted a woman all for himself.
He gave my hair another sharp tug. "Do you understand?"
I nodded. "I'll do whatever you want me to do, and I'll love doing it until you tell me you've had enough."
"I'll never have enough. You'll never be enough. Now, tell me what you're going to do." The tone of his voice demanded I give an answer. He released my hair, gripped my bicep, and guided me toward the woods surrounding the grounds. "Emma, I asked you a question, and I expect an answer."
All kinds of images and scenarios filled my mind but putting the musings of my imagination into words was something I wasn't sure I could do. I swallowed hard. I didn't want to anger or disappoint him, but I couldn't bring myself to talk dirty.
"I'm not sure I can. I've never spoken words like that before."
We walked in near darkness amongst towering trees, the moon providing the only light. Damp, earthy air filled my lungs and decaying leaves clung to my bare feet. Kit kept a gentle grip on my bicep, staying beside me, guiding me. When we reached a wall of ivy, he felt around, and after a few seconds, a creaking, hidden door opened.
"What is this place?" I stepped inside. Strings of glowing t-lights hung from tree branches, a lush carpet of grass covered the ground, and heat lamps warmed the air.
"Somewhere we can get some much-needed privacy."
"It's beautiful." I curled my feet into the grass and inhaled a cornucopia of scents—geranium, lavender, lilac, and rose. "It's a secret garden. Just like the book. How are these flowers in bloom? It's too early in the year."
"The temperature in here is climate controlled."
"What if someone comes along and tells us to leave? I don't want you to get into trouble or lose your job."
"We're safe here," he assured me. "No one will trouble us." He stood behind me and curled his hands around my hips, and I shivered in response. His touch was a potent drug. One I was fast becoming addicted to.
"Don't think you're getting away with not telling me what you're going to do," he said, reminding me of what he'd asked.
I turned to face him. "I'll try, but I can't promise that I'll make any sense."
He pressed his hands on my shoulders and guided me down to my knees. "Tell me, Emma, tell me what you want. What you're going to do. Don't be afraid. There's no judgment here."
Inside I was freaking the hell out. I had no clue what to do but hoped my body would instinctively know and take control.
I braced my hands against his strong, muscular thighs and rubbed my nose against his covered cock.
I closed my eyes and willed my feelings to become words. "I'm going to take your co-you in my mouth."
He chuckled. "That's good for a start. In time, you'll learn to love talking dirty. For now, I'll help you. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to unzip my trousers and release my cock. You're going to wrap one of your delicate hands around my shaft and flick the tip of your tongue around the crown before sucking me into your mouth. While you're pleasuring me, you're going to play with yourself."
"Yessss," I hissed, hypnotized by his words. What he wanted sounded dirty and heavenly and, honestly, a little bit scary.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth and spill my come down your throat, and you, my sweet Emma, are going to swallow every last drop. Stand up and take your clothes off."
His words were demanding and rough and held no question. My pussy pulsed, and my nerve endings buzzed, but my mind screamed not to be so stupid, to run back to my room, grab my backpack and run for the hills.
Did I really want that? Really want to run away with my tail tucked between my legs? No, I didn't. I shut out my doubts and squashed my fears. My body ached for him, and, for once, I'd give my body what it wanted without worrying about my virtue. He made me feel alive, desired and sexy.
I stood and pulled off my long-sleeved T-shirt, unhooked my bra, and threw them to the ground along with my self-consciousness.
"You're quite exquisite, aren't you?" He gazed at me like a starving man. One who hadn't eaten in weeks.
"Your tits are magnificent." He reached out and caressed my breasts, yanking a groan from deep within my soul. "Can you suck your nipples?"
My eyes widened. "Suck my nipples? I've never tried."
"Try it."
I hesitated and lowered my eyes. "I can't do that."
"You can and you will." He folded his arms and leaned against a tree trunk, impatience crossing his face.
Embarrassment heated my cheeks. I should tell him about my lack of experience, that I didn't have a clue about what I was doing, but I didn't want him to send me away. "I don't—"
"I'm not someone who likes to be kept waiting."
What would he do if I refused? Would he walk away and leave me here. For crying out loud, I was a grown woman. I could do this. It wasn't like he was asking me to knife someone to death.
Drawing in and now or never breath, I cupped one breast in my hand and lifted the nipple to my lips. Tentatively, I flicked a tongue over the hard bud, and a riot of sensations shot straight to my clit, and my inner muscles clenched sending a gush of excitement between my legs.
"Suck your nipple into your mouth," he instructed.
My body shook, and I didn't know if it was from nerves or excitement, but I did as Kit directed and feasted on my nipple. Different feelings ebbed and flowed inside of me. Desire, fear, confusion, but overall the main feeling was pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure. All these years I could have sucked my nipples while masturbating. This in itself was a revelation.
Greedily, I lapped at my nipple, and then, feeling brave, I grabbed my other breast and lifted that to my mouth too. Heaven. I gazed at Kit, his eyelids heavy with want and lust.
He growled. "Remove the rest of your clothes and come to me."
I released my breasts, my breath coming in harsh gasps. "What if I don't want to? What if I want to keep doing this all night?"
"You're a fucking tease, do you know that?"
I shrugged, thoroughly enjoying myself. "I've been called worse."
I kicked off my jeans and panties and knelt in front of him. The longing coursing through me scorched my veins and heated my body to boiling point.
Feeling confident, I reached up and unhooked and unzipped Kit's tuxedo pants, taking my time to pull down th
e zipper because I wanted to savor seeing him in his glory for the first time. When I went back to my real and extremely dreary life, I wanted to remember every moment of my fling with the God standing in front of me.
Kit's cock strained and twitched against the material of his trousers desperate to escape. Desperate for my touch. I reached inside and curled my hands around his width.
Jesus.
Massive.
Immense.
There was no way he would fit in my mouth. He barely fit in my curled fist. And he most definitely would not fit inside my pussy. I sucked in a breath and glanced up at him. "I don't think I've ever felt anything so big in my life."
"Afraid?"
"A little."
He placed a gentle hand on the back of my head. The look on his face was sincere, warm, and encouraging.
"We'll take it slow. If you need to stop, we will. I'll never do anything that could harm or hurt you."
"I know," I whispered. "I know." I pushed down his pants until they pooled around his ankles and knelt back so I could marvel in his flawlessness. I had thought all European men would be uncircumcised, not Kit. His shiny shaft was thick, long and smooth and drops of pre-cum trickled from the slit of the spongy head.
Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue over him and picked up a drop. A moan slipped from my lips. He was as delicious as he looked. I would swallow every last bit of him and enjoy it.
"Open your shirt, Kit. Let me see all of you."
The corners of his lips quirked up into a smile. He reached up and began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. He shrugged it to the ground along with his jacket. What lay beneath the material was exactly what I'd imagined. Smooth skin and washboard abs with muscles upon muscles upon muscles. A fine line of dark hair snaked from his belly button and went down, down, down. Kit looked after himself and was obviously someone who pushed himself hard, and I knew he'd push me as hard as he pushed himself.
"Remember when I said you looked nice? I was lying. You're the sexiest man I've ever seen in my life, and as long as I live, I'll never forget this moment."
Not giving him the chance to say anything, I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and flicked my tongue around the flared head of his cock. His skin was stretched tight, and, remembering what I'd seen in the porn videos I'd watched, I tapped him against my mouth, smearing his pre-cum around my open lips.
Yesterday, I was regular old me. Someone who followed the rules and never stepped outside the lines. Someone who swore she would never do something like this with a man who hadn't proven his worth, but today I was a sex goddess who gave blow jobs to gorgeous men in secret gardens in European countries.
Kit buried his fingers in my hair and yanked hard enough to make my follicles sting. "Take me deep."
Having a mouth full of dick made it impossible to talk, so I mumbled okay, and I drew him in as far as I could. When he touched the back of my throat, I gagged, and I attempted to back away, but he held my head firm.
"Your first-time deep throating?"
I mumbled, "Yes."
"Relax your throat muscles, sweet Emma. Breathe in and out through your nose. Hold your breath when I go deep and when I slide out, inhale. Time and practice will desensitize your gag reflex."
I did as he asked, and he eased himself in, taking his time without thrusting. I didn't think I was capable of an act like this, yet here I was with this magnificent man balls deep in my mouth, and I loved every single scrumptious second.
"Touch yourself, Emma. Show me how I make you feel."
Reaching down, I skimmed my fingers over my clit. Excitement seeped from me and dripped down my inner thighs. This was what it felt like to be turned on. Really turned on. Nothing would ever feel this intense again. Nothing would surpass this. Nothing.
Kit's hips moved faster, and his cock went even deeper. I was responsible for making him wild. Me. Growls and groans drifted from his parted lips along with nonsensical words in a language I didn't understand.
He tore himself from my mouth, and I looked up at him confused. Had I done something wrong?
"I've changed my mind about what's going to happen. I'm going to jerk off over your incredible tits, and when I do, I want you to rub my cum over your body."
He was marking me as his, and I was perfectly fine with that. I wanted to belong to him, if only for a short while. I reached up to hold onto his thighs, but he shook his head.
"Spread your pussy lips and let me see you slide your fingers inside."
"I can't. I haven't…not even my fingers." For the first time ever, instead of feeling a sense of pride at my virginity, my lack of experience mortified me.
His eyes widened, and his pupils dilated. "You're a virgin." It wasn't a question. He was merely stating a fact. His hand moved in a blur of movement and the way he handled his cock was rough and unyielding.
I circled my fingers around my clit, and the beginnings of an orgasm rose and expanded inside me. I scissored my fingers back and forth and caught my clit in-between them. I watched Kit's hand, enthralled by his sure and confident handling.
He threw his head back, and the veins and muscles in his neck strained. His back bowed and a sound that came from somewhere unearthly echoed around the garden. Ribbons of hot cum exploded from his cock and landed on my breasts, branding me as his. Forever his.
With no warning, my orgasm slammed into me, and I fell forward, gripping the ground looking for purchase. This orgasm was different. It left me weak and shaking and aching for more.
Breathless, I glanced up at Kit. He'd already tucked himself into his pants, had picked up his shirt and was buttoning it.
He leaned down, reached for my hands, which I willingly gave, and he helped me stand.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"
Was it displeasure I heard in his voice?
Cracks fractured my heart. My lack of experience disappointed him. "Would it have made a difference?"
He tipped my head back and pressed his lips to mine, taking his time to taste me in a slow searching kiss. I traced the tip of my tongue around the seam of his lips while he slid his hands down my back, resting them at the curve of my ass. Our bodies moved in sync, and a ripple of shivers ran up and down my spine. No other man had kissed me so thoroughly or so tenderly. I wanted my being a virgin not to matter, for him not to care. Our kiss deepened and deepened and deepened.
I could kiss Kit for the rest of my life and never get bored. He wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight that I felt his heart beat against my chest.
A few minutes that could have been an eternity passed before he broke away. "You being a virgin makes all the difference in the world. The things I want to do with you and for you are no longer possible."
I clawed at his shirt, digging my nails into his chest. "Don't say that. I want all of the things you want. Don't dismiss me. Don't think I don't know what I'm doing."
His eyes narrowed, and he brushed a finger down my cheek. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Fine." I sighed. Lying to him about my vast lack of experience would be pointless. "Okay. I might not know what I'm doing, but you can teach me. I'm a good student. You saw that. I've never given anyone a blowjob before never mind deep throating until tonight. I want you, Kit. And I want you to take the one thing I've been saving. I didn't know what or who I was saving myself for, but I think I've been saving myself for you."
He scrubbed a hand through his already messy hair and blew out a breath. "You have no idea what I want."
"Then show me." I threaded my fingers through his and squeezed. "You have no idea what I can take, and you have no idea what I want or what I need. I want you. I want you to be rough and tender. I want you to bend me over and fuck me like you've never fucked any other woman before. I want you to tie me up, spank me, punish me, control me. And I think you want all of those things too."
His jaw tensed, and his throat muscles worked as he swallowed, but he said nothing.
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nbsp; "It's my choice, Kit. I might be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I'm innocent. Give this to me. I won't be here for long but make my time here count. Take me to the dungeons you told me about. Sear every minute into my memories. Make it so I'll never forget you."
He picked up his bow tie and jacket from the grass. "Get dressed and go back to your rooms."
In a huff, I threw on my clothes, and when I was dressed, I followed him through the woods and back to the fountain.
"Can you make your own way back?" His voice was cold, distant as if he thought everything we'd just done was a mistake. As if he regretted it.
How could I have been so stupid? Was it my virginity that scared him, or was it the blistering passion between us and the possibility of what else could happen? Well, screw him and his spinelessness. His rejection stung, but I wouldn't allow him to see how much. It cut me deeper than anything ever had. Without saying goodbye, I held my head high and strode away.
Maybe Kit wasn't the man I'd been waiting for, and I'd been deluding myself. When I was far enough away, I wiped the tears streaming down my cheeks, and I didn't once look back to see if he watched.
Chapter Eight
Kristian
Beverly strode into my office without knocking, disdain filling her eyes. Emma's scuffed and scarred sneakers, the ones she'd kicked off by the fountain, hung from her fingertips.
"Are you ever going to meet with that girl? The sooner she leaves, the better it'll be for everyone concerned."
I closed the video of Emma masturbating and dropped my phone onto my desk with a heavy sigh. "What harm is she doing by being here?"
Beverly pursed her lips, as she always did when she was about to give me a lecture. "What harm? Her being here is harm enough."
"She hasn't gotten herself into any trouble, and from what I understand she doesn't want anything from me."
"How do you know that? It could all be a rouse. What if someone from the press paid her to spy on us?" Beverly's face twisted into an ugly mask. "You do know she was snooping around the gardens last night?" She dropped the sneakers onto my desk, and dry pieces of mud and grass fell onto my ink blotter. "It's the only explanation for why these cheap shoes were found by the fountain. I'll have the security tapes reviewed. What if she's a terrorist scouting out the palace?"
