“Mr. Blackstone, I’ll have the wine...”
He interrupted, “Call me Maximilian or Max.” He poured the wine, and I took a sip, and before I could finish it someone rang the bell. It was the doctor. He examined me and my ankle, massaged it, gave me some muscle relaxers, and said that I should stay off it for twenty-four hours and I would be good to go. Max didn’t leave me. He sat and waited for the doctor to finish examining me. The last thing I remembered was looking into Max’s beautiful face.
Waking in the middle of the night to the moonlight flowing through the picture windows, I worried because I had fallen asleep around a man I didn’t know. Was it the wine, or did Mr. Black slip something into my drink? No, it was the meds. He didn’t have to drug me; I would give myself freely and happily, and he knew it. I felt my clothing. I was wearing a white silk top and nothing else. I felt the bed; now I knew what black silk sheets felt like. I smiled. I guessed he liked black. Then in the moonlight I saw a tall figure standing in the doorway with his legs crossed, his hand on his hip. “Are you OK?”
“Who undressed me? How did you know my size?”
He answered one of my questions. “Me. We are adults, after all,” he said, inching in my direction.
“We may be adults, but you are my employer,” I said, wincing. “I’ll never be able to look at you without feeling uncomfortable.”
“Well, you will not have to see me again unless you want to.” He strutted close to the bed and sat at the corner, staring down at me. “Do you find me attractive?”
“What kind of question is that?” A blind woman would find him attractive just from his voice. Doesn’t he know how handsome and sexy he is especially in the moonlight?
“I was taken with you the moment I saw your beautiful face,” he said with a secret smile.
You weren’t looking at my face. It was my breasts, you sexy fuck. Was he serious? Maybe he was blind and I hadn’t notice. Maybe he had a missing leg or he was impotent and he would seduce anyone he could fool. Why me?
All possibilities crossed my mind, but I came to a conclusion—I didn’t care. He leaned over to kiss me. I leaned back, away from his full lips. “I don’t think we should do this.” I’m going but I don’t want to go easy.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said with a gleeful smile.
“I’m not what you think I am,” I said, trying for respectability.
“You are exactly what I think you are,” he said with a twist of his head.
“Some kind of slut you can give wine to and I’ll do anything to be near a rich, good-looking guy like you.”
“So you find me appealing.”
“Well, yes, in a kind of sexy, odd way.”
“Now I’m sexy?” he questioned with a soft smile and glowing eyes. He moved closer and leaned in to me. I tried to move away, but he draped his muscular arm across my lap and trapped me.
“I didn’t quite mean it like that.”
“What if I told you that I’m attracted to you?” Mr. Black said, eyes penetrating my glance.
“What if I told you that I’m not attracted to you?” I said, wanting to take those words back the minute they slipped from my lips.
“Then I’m hurt. Feel my heart; it’s broken.” Mr. Black took my hand and placed it to his hard chest. I felt his heart beating quickly as he nudged his face closer to my neck. My body responded to his closeness. His hand pushed my hair to the side, and he planted kisses on my neck, on my chin, and on my lips.
First a soft kiss, then one on the nape of my neck. He placed his strong, manicured hand around my back to brace me, threading his other hand through my curly, unruly auburn hair. He said, “I’m turned on by your lips, which make me want to...” He didn’t finish his thought. He strummed his finger over my top lip. Maybe it’s too soon for him to say that he wants me to wrap my full lips around his hard dick.
He passed his finger across my bottom lip and letting it linger, and his eyes were smoldering and dark. Then he took my fingers and placed them in his mouth. I stared as he kissed them, and then he closed his eyes and sucked them. I looked in wonder. I felt a tingle move down my breasts and settle on my clit, then continue to my toes. This type of foreplay was new to me. I felt intensely drawn to him like metal drawn to a magnet. There was something sinful about how he kissed my fingers, and then his lips found my mouth.
His tongue swirled around and sucked my tongue as long as he had sucked my finger. I tried to reciprocate, drawing in his tongue, but he was in control and sucked my mouth dry, determined to seduce me with his foreplay; I was more than determined to allow him.
Lowering his head to my neck, he softly nipped it. I felt the feeling in my folds. His hands grabbed both breasts, and his fingers squeezed my nipples until they rose and ached with pleasure. His eyes searched mine as he lay over me, biting my neck and squeezing my nipples harder. I didn’t cry out because, surprisingly, I enjoyed the intensity of his lovemaking. His gaze locked on me, and he must have seen in my eyes that I enjoyed every moment of his painful seduction.
“Does pain give you pleasure?” he said, meeting my gaze, and his fingers tightening on my nipples. Yes, how does he know? I just found out.
“Yes, yes, harder,” I moaned, breathless. His eyes gleaming, he pinched my nipples harder. My breathing intensified.
His head moving down, his short, curly locks brushed against my breasts. I threaded my fingers through his hair and with his mouth he sucked each nipple, careful to tug each one in his teeth until they rose and turned red. I gave out a low moan. When I shouted it was with pleasure. He appeared hungry for a body, and that body lay in his bed and it was mine.
And I felt as if I had won the lottery. I was a lucky fuck for the day.
I had compromised my beliefs for that beautiful man making a meal out of my breasts, gorging himself until he felt satisfied filled me with pleasure. He took them in his hands. “These are beautiful. I can’t get enough of them,” he said, stroking them forward, pinching each nipple as it met his fingers, “and they are mine.” A dark gleam settled in his eyes. A penetrating look caused me to pull the straps of the silk top down my hips, leaving the thong, a thin strip up my ass, masquerading as underwear.
He helped pull the top down and looked on me with my breasts heaving up and down. He straddled me as his eyes searched every inch of my body. Then he placed his large hands on both sides of the string, and with one jerk, the strings came undone and his gaze lowered and settled on my pubic hair.
“Let it grow. Don’t shave it again,” he demanded. Then sliding down my body slowly, stopping to place a warm kiss on my stomach, he parted my legs and dropped his magnificent face between them. His tongue searched my clit until he found the spot he had been looking for. He caught me by surprise. My legs trembled but soon relaxed, and I opened them wide.
I carelessly draped my legs over his shoulders, which excited me as well as him because he clutched them with both hands, never coming up for breath.
His head moved with the intensity and the rhythm of his tongue. I wanted to know how it felt to have a man eat me. I had heard about it, but I didn’t know it was so pleasurable. His energy was boundless. His hands cupped my breasts, and his fingers pinched my nipples as he worked his tongue. He had mastered a rhythm with his lips, tongue, hands, and fingers—the epitome of extreme multitasking.
I had my first orgasm, and before I could yell I had another one. It was a terrific feeling, and I could not contain a scream of pleasure. With a smile on his face, he moved and eased his body up, gazing in my eyes. My hands trembled as I helped him remove his shirt and pants. I took his dick into my hands. He looked at me, his eyes begging me to do something with it or to it. It was so hard when I placed it in my mouth, lying on my back. I feared that my mouth could not contain it.
He saw the panic in my eyes; I didn’t want to do the wrong thing. I took it out. “I’ve never done this before,” I said, looking up at Mr. Black.
“I know,” he said
softly.
How did he know? I asked myself. Now was not the time to analyze.
“I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you to satisfy me.” Those words sound promising. Maybe I wasn’t a one-night stand after all, but I was certainly his cunt for the day. As he directed me to hold his warm dick in my hand, I clutched it gently. “No you’re holding it like you’re afraid of it. Tighter.”
Finally, I got it. I felt in control as he tilted his head back, moaning with pleasure. “Alex, yes, that’s what I like. Now suck it hard. I don’t want to fill your mouth with my come; I want to fill your pussy. I can’t wait.”
With little patience, I sucked the head of his penis; up and down my mouth took it in. I wanted to control that dark, handsome, sexy, and titillating love of my life, man of my dreams, fucking trouble, who had ruined me for other men.
I tasted a hint of warm fluid, dropping slow, drip by drip until he pulled his dick from my mouth, and he held it with a painful expression. Then with his strong arms he lifted me up, facing him. With his head buried in my breasts, he whispered, “Put it in, Alex.” I hesitated and my hands quivered at the thought of the pain his hot, wet penis would inflict on the walls of my vagina. I guided his hard penis into the mouth of my vagina and stopped. I glared at Mr. Black with panicked eyes.
“You’re a virgin, I know. I’ll be careful.” His mouth locked around my nipple, his long arm reaching and his fingers finding my folds, sending a current shooting to my toes. He opened my wet folds and inserted a finger, another finger softly, then breached my wall. Taking his fingers out, he placed them to his nose and inhaled, then inserted them in his mouth on his tongue, and said, “It’s your smell that turns me on. That smell tells me no man has been here.”
As I held my breath, he plowed the tip of his heavy penis into my vagina, inch by inch, taking more of my opening until he reached a roadblock. Then with a quick thrust he filled my vagina, as if he had heard somewhere that to limit the pain and reach the summit of a mountain, he had to do it quickly.
The nerves of my clit came alive. I opened my mouth to scream, but his lips cupped it and he sucked my tongue in, rendering me speechless as he arched his body deep into my opening. I became used to his incredible hard penis. I took it in easily; it was a good fit. I knew it and he knew it.
Overmatched by his incredible body, his incredible lovemaking, his incredible handsome face, I yielded everything to him.
His energy was boundless. “I need more.” His glance lay on my body instead of my eyes. I didn’t say a word. I was numb from the meds. But I knew what I was doing and where I was going.
He whispered, “I should have been gentle, but I couldn’t help myself. Your virgin pussy was so sweet and irresistible.” He looked like a child declaring that he could not resist a piece of candy.
Mr. Black’s face softened, and enjoyment and pleasure took hold. I wanted to give him the pleasure of my body so that he would never forget me. As he thrust his dick into me once more, I met it with enjoyment as I tried to find out just what turned on my gorgeous fuck of a man. My fingernails trailed up and down his back until I found that he responded. “Fuck me, Alex. Never stop. I love you. You’re mine, and I’m your first.”
And you will be my only man. I don’t want anyone but you. Ever! I thought.
He leaned his head back, and his breathing intensified. I worked my hips at each positive expression on his face. His animalistic moans caused me to thrust forward into him and milk his penis up and down with my tight cunt. His body shook violently with pleasure and his come slowly drained into me.
He pulled me close, and our eyes met as I lay with my head on his muscular arm. I looked around and saw a large moon casting light on his hard chest. He knew all about me, but I knew nothing of him except that I loved him and he said that he loved me. I wanted to believe him.
He turned to face me with his hands between my thighs. “Alex, you look so sexy. I want more of you.” He nudged under me and stroked my behind. His gaze covered my body as he fought off sleep. But he wasn’t successful, and sleep won out. I was too giddy to close my eyes. I just stared at him with his drop-dead looks and body. His arm draped across my stomach. I wondered how I had gotten so lucky. Then I realized that I had never been lucky. I turned, lying in his arms with my head on his chest, and I remained in a state of ignorant bliss.
The End of Chapter 1: The Incredible Mr. Black
By Rachel E Rice
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Maximilian Blackstone's gaze washed over Alex's body leaving him excited, hard, and with an image of him devouring her until she becomes weak and submissive.
He desired nothing more than to spend his days and nights inside her young sexy alluring body, satisfying himself with erotic pleasures, which only a man could understand who had an unfulfilled fetish, and a fascination with Bondage and S & M.
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About the Author
Rachel E. Rice enjoys writing in different genres. As an Indie author she explores genres to find her voice. She has written contemporary romance, erotic romance, new adult, historical and science fiction.
When she's not writing she is reading poetry. She has a BA and is a member of Romance Writers of America.
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About the Publisher
Rachel E Rice is a member of Romance Writers of America. She writes in different genres. Her readers can find her books under historical, contemporary, paranormal, and erotica romance. When she is not writing, she is reading books in different genres.
"Passion is a great love story."
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