by Lisabet Sarai, Amy Armstrong, Sam Crescent, Cheryl Dragon, Tanith Davenport
“Ah, Mr Hunt, welcome,” the maître d’ said, his smile bright. “Let me show you to your table.”
Charles nodded. “Thank you, Pierre.”
They followed him through the dimly lit restaurant then out to a small terrace at the back, which overlooked a well-maintained garden. The terrace had been decorated exactly to Charles’ specifications. White fairy lights adorned the wooden beams and trellises, and dozens of tapered candles flickered gently in the soft breeze. Charles’ chest swelled with pride at Elena’s sharp intake of breath.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered reverently.
When they’d taken their seats and Pierre had handed them the wine list then left them alone to decide, Elena leaned across the table, suspicion evident on her proud and striking face.
“Why is the restaurant empty?”
Charles grinned. “Because I paid a lot of money to ensure we wouldn’t be disturbed.”
“Do you always get what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Elena shook her head. “You can’t buy everything, you know.”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to agree to disagree on that point.”
Elena frowned and straightened her shoulders. Sitting back in her chair, she appeared to consider his statement. “You can’t buy me,” she said with conviction.
“Nor would I want to. I was rather hoping you could see past the money and the material things it can buy. I figured you were the type of woman who could see me before all the trappings of my wealth.”
“I do, Charles. But then why all this?” she asked, sweeping her hand around to indicate the adornments to the terrace and the empty seats.
Charles shrugged. “Because I can. Because I wanted it to be perfect for you—I wanted it to be special. Nothing but the best for my Elena.”
Elena was smiling even as she raised her eyebrow. “Your Elena.”
“Damn straight you are.”
Charles held his breath while he waited to see how Elena would react to that little display of ownership, but to his relief, she shook her head, a delightful peal of laughter escaping her lips.
“Just what have I gotten myself into with you?”
Charles leaned in until he was so close his lips were nearly touching her earlobe. “Nothing you don’t want.” As he pulled back, he saw the shiver that ran over her body leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Isn’t that right, Elena?”
Her eyes were hooded when they next met his, her cheeks flushed with the delightful hue of desire. “Yes,” she breathed.
Her reply was all the invitation Charles required to close the distance between them, but he still wouldn’t kiss her even though he was impatient and felt a driving force to take what he wanted. She had to come to him or at least follow his direction. It was time to see just how well she would respond.
“Give me your mouth, Elena,” he instructed.
Without pause, Elena moved that extra inch closer. She wet her lips then pressed them against his. Charles bit back a groan. Instinct took over and he immediately began to dominate the kiss, deepening it. Her gasp offered him the perfect opportunity to push his tongue inside and take what he so desperately needed. He pulled her against his body, kissing her deeper still. Soon, Elena wrapped her arms around his neck. She gripped his hair, holding him in place as she kissed him back with a hungry, insatiable need. There was plenty of ownership in the kiss, but it didn’t all come from Charles. Elena was staking her claim too and didn’t that make his cock throb like it was trying to fight its way out of his pants.
Charles slid his hand down Elena’s neck then over her breast. He cupped it firmly. She wore no bra under the delicate silk dress, which made it easy for him to slip his hand inside and pinch an already erect nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, making her shudder and moan into his mouth. Charles was sure if he reached down he’d find her pussy soaking wet, but he couldn’t chance it. If he pushed his fingers inside her wet channel, he’d want his cock inside it too. And that would have to wait until later when he had time to fuck her properly.
“Touch me,” he said against her lips. “Take out my cock and stroke me.”
Elena sprang back, her eyes wide. Her soft pink lips were wet and deliciously swollen.
“Can anyone see us here?”
“I certainly hope so.”
She started to shake her head, looking behind her as though to ensure they were really alone. “What about the maître d’? Won’t he be back to take our order?”
Charles didn’t give a shit. Pierre could pull up a chair and watch for all he cared. All that mattered was him and Elena and what they were about to do. But Charles didn’t want to give the guy heart failure and this was one of his favourite restaurants in Cannes. He’d like to be able to return. And the very idea of Pierre seeing Elena that way brought out a sudden burst of possessiveness. He’d fucked in front of people before and enjoyed it, but that had been with women who had meant nothing to him. This was different—Elena was different.
Without taking his gaze off Elena’s face he shouted, “Pierre. Give us another ten minutes alone.”
The reply of “Yes, sir,” was almost instantaneous, but Charles already had his mouth on Elena’s again, delighting in her taste while he used his fingers to reacquaint himself with her nipples. “Take out my cock and make me come,” he said, his voice less in control than he would have liked. The effect she had on him still amazed him and there was very little that surprised him anymore.
Without further hesitation, Elena rubbed her long, elegant fingers over his hard-on before pulling down his zipper and reaching inside. She managed to get his briefs down and oh holy Christ she had her hand wrapped around his dick and was freeing it from his pants. That first contact nearly made him come. Charles had to squeeze his eyes shut and fight to stave off the orgasm that was so close to exploding all over her hand.
When Elena looked down at his exposed cock, she appeared almost surprised to find it in her hand. She stroked her fingers down the length slowly, experimentally, and a low growl ripped from Charles’ throat.
“That’s it, Elena,” he ground out. “Squeeze it hard. Don’t stop until your hand is covered in my spunk.”
Elena caught her bottom lip between her teeth then fisted Charles’ cock. After a couple of slow strokes, she began to jack him in earnest. Each glorious tug sent a zing of pleasure to his balls. He wanted to watch her hand glide up and down, her thumb sweeping over the head and capturing the pre-cum that was leaking before spreading it down his length, but the expression on her face was too goddamn good to miss. When she licked her lips and looked up at him with an urgent need, Charles was amazed he didn’t blow right then and there.
His voice was a low, deep rumble when he asked, “Do you want to taste me, Elena?”
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, instead she gave a small nod of her head.
“You need to say it. I want to hear your reply. Do you want my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes.” Her reply was quiet, barely more than a whisper, but it would have to do. Charles needed her wet mouth wrapped around him as badly as he needed oxygen.
“Do it,” he ordered. “Suck me. Suck me hard.”
She did. Leaning forward, Elena wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and in one smooth and fluid movement she took it to the back of her throat and swallowed.
“Oh, holy shit,” Charles all but shouted. He slid his fingers into her hair and held her in place as he lifted his hips, trying to get deeper inside.
Elena began to move up and down on his cock and the suction on every up-stroke was absolutely goddamn perfect. Each time he thrust up, fucking hard into her perfect mouth, a low moan escaped her throat that made wonderful vibrations dance along his shaft. It was sensational. Elena knew just how to suck him. She used the right pressure and speed, knew when to ease off and lick around his crown or dip her tongue into his slit and she knew just when to move fa
ster, to suck harder and take him deep. It was like she’d been made to pleasure him.
“Squeeze my balls, Elena,” Charles directed, relieved when she complied at once. “Oh, God, that’s it.”
All too soon, the telltale tingles of his impending release started in Charles’ balls, the sensation spreading rapidly to the base of his spine. “I’m going to come now,” he bit out, amazed he was able to talk at all. “And you’re going to take it all, aren’t you? You’re going to drink it down, every last drop.”
Charles wouldn’t have forced the issue if Elena wanted to pull back, but she nodded frantically around his cock and her movements became faster, the suction harder, drawing out his orgasm beautifully.
“God damn.” The pleasure was so intense that Charles had to grip the chair beneath him as he continued to thrust, fucking into her and watching her take it all while skilfully using her mouth to beg for all he had to give her.
The dam broke.
Charles held her head in place as his orgasm barrelled through him at an alarming pace and he shot into her mouth in burst after burst, filling it with his release. Elena swallowed every drop. She caressed him lovingly with her tongue afterwards, long sweeps that licked him clean.
When his breathing was back under control, Charles cupped Elena’s face, lifting it. Their eyes locked and when Charles saw the untamed lust shining back at him, he knew without a shadow of a doubt this was the woman for him, the woman he was meant to spend his life with. She was perfect for him in every way. Now he just needed to convince Elena of that.
Chapter Six
As Elena stared up into Charles’ eyes, she was overcome with an immense sense of rightness. Pleasuring him had been satisfying. She’d been nervous at first, worried that they would be seen, but she’d followed his direction and soon her anxiety had disappeared and she’d all but forgotten where they were. It felt good to let go of the fear and to trust in him. Sucking that beautiful cock of his with the added worry that they might be caught had been beyond exciting and when Charles had come in her mouth, Elena had nearly lost it too. She was right on edge, craving the release. She was squirming wildly in her seat, aching. She needed to be filled. Wanted to be fucked.
With an uncontrollable need, she sat back in the chair and lifted the hem of her dress, placing a hand on her pussy. She was so wet, poised. It would take next to nothing to make her come. She looked over at Charles again and when she stroked a finger over her clit, she gasped, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet space. Charles’ face became suddenly serious, his eyes a shade darker. He shook his head as he reached for her hand and moved it away, holding it tightly in his.
“No, Elena. You can’t pleasure yourself. Your pleasure belongs to me now.”
“What?” Elena tried to pull her hand away, but Charles’ grip was firm. “I can’t touch myself? But I need to come.”
“And you will. But by my hand, my mouth, my cock.”
Delightful shivers danced over Elena’s body. She wanted it all, everything. Wanted him to bend her over the table and fuck her right here on the terrace. She couldn’t believe she was entertaining such thoughts, but Charles made her want things she’d have never considered before. When he licked his lips and lowered his eyes to her pussy, Elena knew what she needed most—his mouth on her, his tongue deep inside, lapping her juices and flicking over her clit.
“Please,” she whispered. Elena was not used to begging, but she’d do it and gladly if it would get her what she needed.
Charles’ grin was positively feral. He let go of her hand then inched his fingers up her thigh. Elena held her breath in anticipation, but Charles merely grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it back into place, covering her.
“What are you doing?” Elena asked, outraged. “What about me? I need…”
“Later,” Charles said. “Pierre is about to return.”
Oh hell no. “Tell him we need longer. You can’t leave me like this.”
“Just who makes the rules here, Elena?”
“But…”
Charles raised an eyebrow, wordlessly daring her to argue, and that was when Elena realised that this was a type of test. Charles was seeing how well she could submit, adhere to his demands.
She squeezed her legs shut and fought for control, but the position put pressure on her sensitive clit so she reopened them. Suppressing her need was torture. “Can I ask you something?”
Charles nodded. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”
“Why? Why are you making me wait?”
“You told me earlier that you trust me.”
“I do.” Elena furrowed her brow in confusion. “But what has that got to do with…?”
“It’s called delayed gratification,” Charles said. “When I do finally allow you to come, it will be all the better because you had to wait for it.” Charles leaned in close. “And I promise you when it happens, it’s going to be fucking amazing. Does that answer your question?”
Elena swallowed and nodded, unsure her voice would work if she tried to answer. She understood the concept of delayed gratification, but did Charles understand how great her need was? Probably, and that was exactly the point, wasn’t it? Vivid images of what he would do to her later flashed through her mind and Elena’s need spiralled. Would he tie her down? Would he spank her? Use toys on her? Would he use his mouth to make her come or would that long, thick cock of his bring her to orgasm? She shivered. Charles looked at her expectantly and Elena realised he was still waiting for her reply.
“Yes,” she managed to answer, her voice trembling and low. “That answers my question.”
“Good. You’ve followed my directions beautifully so far this evening and later, you will be rewarded and rewarded well. I’ll make you beg for my cock and just when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you hard and deep. Does that sound good?”
Elena tried to get control of the impulse to stroke her clit or to demand that Charles fuck her now, hell, even lick her or touch her, anything to make her come. But she knew that would displease him and even though her natural impulse was to demand, to insist, to try to gain back the control that was slipping further from her reach, she suppressed the urge and took a deep, calming breath. She could do this, she wanted to do this and she couldn’t fight the feeling that it would be so incredibly worth it in the end.
“It sounds perfect.”
Charles smiled appreciatively. “Pierre,” he called after a moment. “We’re ready for you.”
The maître d’ arrived almost instantly and Charles ordered for them both. Elena wasn’t surprised when he chose the vintage Dom Perignon, the most expensive champagne on the menu. And he spared no expense on the dinner either. The Lobster Thermidor was cooked to perfection.
“Isn’t this usually only eaten on special occasions?” Elena asked after taking a bite of the delicious Gruyère crust.
Charles nodded. “Yes. But this is a special occasion. It’s our first date. The first of many. I dare you to find anything more special than that.”
Elena chuckled and shook her head incredulously. “You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“On the contrary,” Charles said after taking a sip of his champagne. “I’m very sure of you.”
Much to her relief, Charles didn’t tease Elena any more while they ate their dinner. She was too tightly strung and she feared if Charles persisted, she’d have to take matters into her own hands, as it were, and that would be counterproductive. Elena wanted to get off, but she wanted to please Charles more. It was a burning desire that she had no control over and for someone who liked to be in control that was a frightening position to be in.
After Charles had taken care of the bill and they’d walked out into the balmy evening air, Charles took hold of Elena’s hand and led her down the street.
“Aren’t we being picked up?”
“We’re not going back to the villa. We’re going to my apartment here in tow
n.”
“Oh.” Elena stilled. She felt safe at Henry’s villa. It was a home away from home and she was comfortable there, but Charles’ apartment? That would be different. What if he had it set up like a dungeon? What did he want to do to her there? And what if she didn’t like it? Her breathing sped up and her heart started to race thunderously in her chest. Suddenly being with Charles, this relationship didn’t feel like the best idea anymore. She didn’t know if she could go through with it after all.
Charles stood silently in front of Elena as though he were waiting for her to meet his gaze. “What is it?”
“I don’t—that is, why do we have to go there?”
Charles shrugged. “It’s closer and I have everything we’ll need there.”
Oh God. Elena could hardly breathe as she thought about the implications of that statement. Vivid images of restraints and whips and masks entered her mind, and fear and excitement warred for dominance.
“Need,” she squeaked. “What do you mean? What do we need?”
Charles pursed his lips, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown. “Tell me what’s worrying you, Elena. Talk to me.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she blurted. “I don’t know if it’s really me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Elena searched Charles’ eyes as though the answer to the question would be hidden somewhere in their depths. Was she sure? She didn’t know anything anymore. Everything was moving at such a fast pace and she was struggling to keep up. It felt like she was on a fairground ride with no means to get off. She felt powerless. She knew that was the point, but she wasn’t sure yet if it was a good thing or not.
Charles placed his hands on her arms and smiled comfortingly. “Let me reassure you. I will never hurt you. Anything we do will be consensual and we’ll discuss the parameters before we begin.”
“Parameters?” Elena laughed nervously. “I think that is the least sexy thing you’ve said to me all night.”
