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Gorgeous. I can’t really handle how attracted I am to him. And not just to his body or his crazily handsome face. It’s his energy that gets me hot. That Big Dick Energy that I pinpointed in our first meeting. This dominance of his. The certain knowledge that he’s a force to be reckoned with. It makes me squirm with need.
‘You made me wait, and now I’m going to enjoy you for as long as I fucking want. You acted like you were terrified of letting me anywhere near your cunt, and now I’m going to show you why you were right to be scared. Because this pretty little pink cunt is mine now, and I’m going to play with it whenever I want.’
‘Stay for the weekend,’ I say, and I don’t care that it sounds like a plea. Because it is a fucking plea. ‘Please, sweetheart, stay till Sunday.’
Starting my day by riding his face like a shameless sex maniac was an effective icebreaker.
‘Making love? Is that what you call it?’ ‘Banging their fucking brains out,’ I amend. Once the server has dispensed some rosé and olives, she asks, ‘So the Alchemy pop up is a passion project for you?’ You’re a passion project for me, I think. I clear my throat. ‘It’s a bit of fun. It’s also a shameless way to get closer to you. But I honestly think the brand has tonnes of potential. Why on earth haven’t you expanded before now?’
‘I’ve spent one night with you, Anton. I’m not under any illusions as to what this is.’ Right. That’s quite enough of that crap. ‘Take off your glasses,’ I say, pulling my aviators off. ‘I want to see you.’ She sighs, then removes her dark glasses slowly and sets them down on the table. When she raises her blue eyes to me, I see exactly why she didn’t want to take her glasses off. Those beautiful eyes are the windows to every last insecurity she has.
He’s still in his white polo shirt and aqua-coloured swim shorts, but he has me fully naked. He also has me spreadeagled and tied to the railings on the prow of his beautiful boat. I’m lying on a smooth cream mattress that fills the entire prow, and Captain Kinky here has performed some kind of rope trickery on me that’s impressive and arousing and alarming in equal measure.
Anton can drive a huge boat perfectly. He can tie a rope like he’s spent a decade in the navy. And he won’t be happy until he has full control over not only my body but every recess of my mind. Especially the darkest ones.
‘Well, that was my little speech,’ he says, shifting, ‘but if you won’t do this the easy way, we can do it the hard way.’ The way he looks down my spreadeagled body makes me shiver. ‘Meaning?’ I manage. He grins. ‘Meaning I’ll touch you until I get you to that point where you’re so fucking desperate for relief you’ll do anything for an orgasm. Including telling me every darkest desire you have.’
‘Quite fucking right,’ I growl. ‘And now I need to take off those little white panties and touch your cunt.’ I glide my hands slowly, lightly down over her stomach to her hips and wait for her to catch up. ‘You slide a hand up my skirt and shove my panties aside and you finger me roughly—like in a this is mine kind of way.’ Yes.
Licking and talking. Alternating my assault on her needy cunt with some filth of my own to help her along, to bring her fantasy even more to life. Look at you spread out on the table for me. Everyone can see your tits. Everyone wants to touch you. You like it, don’t you? You like my tongue on your clit while everyone watches? You’ve interrupted my meeting with your greedy little cunt, and I’m going to make you pay. I’m going to get you nice and wet, and then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you in front of all these men, and no one will be able to hear poor old Barry droning on about next
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‘On the table.’ I push in, rough and fast like I know she needs it, and she groans. ‘In front of everyone.’ ‘Yes.’ She can barely speak. ‘You fuck me so hard, and I just lie there with my legs open for you, because I want you to do whatever you want to me. Whatever you—I’d do anything.’
‘Because I need your dick so badly that nothing else matters,’ she confesses. Her admission is a red rag, and I fucking let her have it.
Anton insisted on giving me a lift home. And then he insisted on coming in. And then he insisted on kissing me until I had to practically push him out the door to rescue his illegally parked driver. And then he called me as I was getting into bed. It turns out he’s highly accomplished at phone sex. No surprise there. He really is a dirty bastard.
‘Yeah, the weather was beautiful. We got a bit of sunbathing in.’ Between being tied up on boats and the rest of it. ‘Oooh!’ Maddy shrieks. ‘We. You hear that? They’re already a we.’ I roll my eyes. ‘Grow up, for God’s sake. Who’s made me a coffee?’
I look up at his handsome, bronzed face and I just fucking beam at him, because he’s in my office, and he’s brought me flowers, and I’m done trying to act cool around him. ‘When Genevieve Carew gives me a smile like that,’ he says softly, dumping the beautiful bouquet unceremoniously on a side table and closing the gap between us, ‘it makes me think I must have done something right in my life.’
‘It’s very odd and very sweet to see you in Dad mode.’ ‘It’s very emasculating,’ I correct her. ‘No one in this fucking house is scared of me. Including my fucking dog.’ ‘Poor baby,’ she says, smiling up at me. ‘No wonder you’re so aggressive in bed. I didn’t realise all that alphahole behaviour was a desperate cry for help.’ ‘Alpha what?’ I wonder aloud. ‘Don’t worry,’ she says. ‘You can remind me who’s boss later.’ And she stands on her tiptoes, pulling my head down to kiss her.
I throw back my head and laugh. He’s a piece of work. I know the type. Charming playboy. Joker. Never lets things get too serious. ‘So you’re the only one without an extremely beautiful, much younger girlfriend,’ I muse aloud, just to fuck him off.
And now I’ve found myself this strong, ballsy woman who desperately needs me to control her in bed but goes fucking nuclear the first time I machinate on her behalf. And quite rightly, because I’ve completely misjudged her needs. If that’s not ironic, I don’t know what is. Her three friends and champions and cofounders are watching me. ‘Okay,’ I say. ‘I have some serious humble pie to eat.’ They grin at me in unison.
He fucking kills me, and I resent the fact that I have to stay strong. That I have to stand up for my principles and my self-respect, because I’m exhausted, and all I want to do is crawl into that man’s bed with him and have him shatter me into a million pieces and put me back together again. But I cannot. Because until the words I’m and sorry cross his lips, I need to uphold my boundaries.
‘So fucking beautiful,’ I tell her. ‘I’m going to come all over those tits. Now, lose the thong.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ she says, the corners of her mouth lifting. She doesn’t break eye contact as she hooks her thumbs into the lace and tugs it down. She loves this game as much as I do. And then she’s naked. Naked except for her heels and the choker. My choker. My mark of ownership.
Then I ram two fingers hard inside her, and she cries out. She’s tight, and wet, and warm, and I want to make my home here. I never want to leave. I give her a single lick, from my fingers to her clit, and look up at her. Fuck, she tastes sublime.
‘That’s my girl. Do you want to come?’ ‘Yes,’ she moans. ‘Please, baby.’ I withdraw my fingers from their slick sheath. ‘You can come when you’ve earned it. You’ve made me wait long enough. Take my cock out and suck it.’
‘I’ve never had this before,’ I tell her. ‘Not with anyone I care about. I hope you understand how unique this is.’ She puts a hand up to cup my face. ‘I do. It’s insane. I don’t know how we got so lucky.’ ‘Not sure I’d call it lucky,’ I mutter darkly. ‘I’ve been waiting half a fucking century for you.’
