Connor lifted himself off her, turning onto his back. He breathed in deeply, then expelled the air from his lungs in a long, contented sigh. ‘That was absolutely awesome. I could get used to this. You?’
Sylvie blushed. ‘Yes,’ she whispered.
Connor’s eyes fixed on her. What Sylvie saw in them startled her. They’d been intimate. He’d been inside her. That should mean something…shouldn’t it? She wasn’t naïve; she had no illusions that he was in love with her. It was too early for that! But she had hoped to see some affection reflected in his eyes. Unfortunately, he was looking at her the way the farmers in Wyoming looked at the cows they purchased at auction. Something they wanted, paid good money for, and now owned outright. A possession they could do what they pleased with: milk it, breed it, or ship it off to the slaughterhouse! Sylvie tried to push such thoughts from her mind. She had hoped to feel loved and cherished after making love for the first time. But reality was setting in. It wasn’t going to happen! She wanted love and romance. What did Connor want? Maybe he just wanted to get laid! Would he think she was easy now? A trashy assistant who puts out for the boss? She didn’t want to be just another conquest, a convenient piece of ass. Perhaps she expected too much of him.
He gave her a reassuring smile. It was almost as though he could read her thoughts. Sense her uncertainty, her discomfort.
It was unnerving!
He moved closer. His lips hovering a hair’s breadth above hers. He was so close she could feel the heat rising from his body. Connors lips came down on hers. He kissed her fiercely. A long, lingering, steamy, searing hot kiss. A kiss that sucked all the air out of her lungs, leaving her breathless, heart racing. Sylvie felt a persistent burning between her legs and was suddenly aware that she was quite sore there.
‘How about some champagne before the next round?’ Connor leered, reaching for the bottle.
Next round? There was going to be a next round? Well of course there was! In every erotic romance she’d ever read the hero and heroine couldn’t get enough of each other. They fuck repeatedly, like randy rabbits. As though screwing was their job and not an avocation! Sylvie had thought it was merely literary license on the author’s part. She sneaked a peek at his cock. His manhood was standing at attention again. Guess she was wrong!
Sylvie sat up and watched as he deftly popped the cork and began slowly filling the delicate champagne flutes. It had to be a sin for a man to be that good-looking. She studied his features: the high cheekbones and strong jaw, bewitching eyes, tousled hair, sculpted body. She couldn’t believe someone like him had just made love to her. She was afraid she was dreaming. Hallucinating maybe.
Connor passed her one of the glasses. Sylvie was just about to take a sip when he stopped her.
‘We need to toast first,’ he announced.
‘What are we toasting?’ she asked.
‘To beginnings!’ he said, eyes riveted on her.
Her heart skipped a beat. Sylvie smiled at him. ‘To beginnings,’ she repeated as they clinked their glasses. She liked the sound of that. Sylvie took a sip. The bubbles tickled her nose. It was delicious. Not that she was a connoisseur of fine wines. The only champagne she’d ever had was the cheap $7.99 a bottle stuff, and only on special occasions like New Year’s Eve. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or the company, but she suddenly felt giddy and lightheaded.
She sat up straighter and instantly felt a gush of semen wash out of her, bathing her thighs in a mixture of cum and blood. She looked down in horror as the wet spot began spreading, leaving a bright red stain on the sheet. Sylvie was mortified. She didn’t know what to do. She jumped off the bed, grabbed the tissues on the nightstand, and frantically began dabbing at the spot.
‘Sylvie, what the hell?’ he said, noticing the blood on the bed and dripping down her thighs. ‘Are you having your period?’
Her face was almost purple. Sylvie was embarrassed. She couldn’t make eye contact with him. She shook her head. ‘No,’ she answered, cringing. Maybe she should have told him she was a virgin before they did it…before she ruined his sheets.
Connor stared at her a minute before the truth of the matter finally registered. ‘Whoa, you’re kidding me. You were a virgin?’ he asked incredulously.
It sounded like an accusation. Like she’d done something underhanded or criminal.
‘A virgin?’ he repeated. He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair in obvious agitation. ‘I can’t believe this! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?’ he demanded, shouting at her.
‘It never came up,’ she squeaked. Why was he acting like she’d done something wrong?
‘Are you playing some kind of game with me? When the hell were you planning to tell me I was your first?’
She started to speak, but couldn’t get the words past the growing lump in her throat. He was angry with her, but why?
‘You should have told me before we did it! A long time before!’
‘I didn’t think it mattered. Does it?’ she asked, tears shimmering in her eyes
‘Of course it matters!’ he thundered, turning his head away.
‘You mean you wouldn’t have slept with me if you’d known?’
‘I don’t know. Probably not!’ Connor glared at her. He stopped when he saw the tears. ‘Maybe not!’ he revised his answer and lowered his voice. ‘But you should have at least given me the option! You’re what, 25, and you’ve never been with a man before? Don’t you think I should have been privy to that information, deserved a heads-up before we hopped in the sack? Before we did the deed? You obviously saved yourself for a reason, for marriage perhaps? And then you just up and decide to dump it on me? I don’t know what you’re expecting me to do now. Some guys might be flattered to find out they were a girl’s first. But I’m not one of them. I don’t like surprises Sylvie! I don’t need complications in my life. And this complicates things big time!’
‘I’m not expecting you to marry me if that’s what you’re worried about,’ she snapped, her lip wobbling as she tried to hold back the tears. ‘It was just sex. That’s all. No big deal! No commitments! No promises!’ She felt like such a fool. He wasn’t interested in a relationship, at least not with her. What exactly was she to him? A one-night stand? A momentary diversion? A distraction? His new in-house fuck-buddy? No. Sylvie was just his employee…a nobody. A person of little consequence to him. He’d fucked her. She’d let him. That was all there was to it. So what did that make her…a whore, a slut, what? She should have known this would blow up in her face. You don’t shit where you eat! Office romances never work out. They always end in disaster. ‘I didn’t start this Connor, you did! I wasn’t the one who carried you off to bed. You carried me! You set out to seduce me with your silk sheets, candlelight, and champagne. This is your doing, not mine!’ she insisted, pointing an accusing finger at him. She was angry with him for the callous way he was treating her, but angrier with herself for allowing him to use her.
He stared at her grim-faced. ‘Are you on birth control?’ he asked, fearing what the answer was going to be.
Her eyes widened with the sudden realization that he was worried about the possibility of her getting pregnant. ‘Weren’t you wearing a condom?’ she asked in shock. She couldn’t remember. The last half-hour had been a blur. She reached for a pillow to try to shield herself, but Connor grabbed it away and threw it back on the bed.
‘Did you see a condom?’ he snarled in exasperation.
‘No!’ Her lips trembled, as she stood naked, tears spilling from her eyes.
‘Are you trying to get pregnant?’ he accused.
‘No!’ she sniffled. Her hands moving to cover her breasts and her sex.
He glowered and she dropped them to her sides.
‘You could see I wasn’t wearing a condom. You knew you weren’t on birth control. Did it even cross your mind that the consequences of having unprotected sex could be a pregnancy?’
She was sobbing now.
‘Jesus Sylvie! Could you be any more stupid or naive? You need a fucking keeper! I don’t want a kid. It’s not on my to-do list. So first thing tomorrow morning you and I are going to drive into town to the drug store and pick up the morning-after pill.’ And on Monday I’m calling Dr. Barnett and getting you on the pill. Are we clear on that?’ he barked, voice rising.
She nodded, brushing tears away with the back of her hand, too ashamed to look at him. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
He stared at her, his anger abating. She looked like a scared little girl, so vulnerable. ‘I’ll take care of the bed, you go get cleaned up, and then we’ll finish the champagne.’
She hurried toward the door, grateful for the opportunity to escape him, but he called her back. ‘My bathroom,’ he said, pointing toward a door on the far side of the room.
She nodded meekly and rushed from the room.
He had half a mind to turn her over his knee and paddle her ass again. She certainly deserved it for being so stupid. What the hell was she thinking? What indeed? Seanna would have demanded he wear a condom; so would any of the other women he’d been with in the last ten years. One had actually insisted he show her the results of recent tests for AIDS and STDs before she’d consent to give him a blow job. They knew the score. Sylvie didn’t. She was trusting. Too trusting! Book smart…man stupid! She had just assumed he wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t give her a sexually transmitted disease, and wouldn’t get her pregnant.
He was changing the bottom sheet when he had a terrifying thought. What if she’d given herself to someone else instead of him: some dirtbag, slimeball, who’d take advantage of her? There were certainly enough manwhores out there. Prowling the clubs. Waiting to lure a cute little piece of ass like Sylvie into bed. Not giving a shit about giving her a case of the clap or knocking her up. It was obvious he needed to have a talk with her about men and how to avoid succumbing to their devious attempts at seduction.
Wait! What was he thinking? Why would he do that? He didn’t want her thinking about other men. He couldn’t bear the thought of her being with another man. He wanted her all to himself!
He was upset she was a virgin. It complicated matters. Not that there was really anything wrong with it. It was just that he liked the little hoyden and didn’t want to see her get hurt. Especially not if he was the one responsible for hurting her. What if she’d been saving it for her husband? A gift for her groom on their wedding night. That was a quaint old-fashioned custom! Did girls still do that? He supposed if they were Catholic schoolgirls, Mormons, or Southern Baptists they did. Or at least they said they did. Maybe she’d saved it for the man she hoped would marry her? Her fiancé. As an inducement? An engagement gift perhaps? A quid pro quo? She got the ring; he’d get her. Or maybe she was waiting till she fell in love. Shit! Whichever way he sliced it, it wasn’t good! She’d kept her knees together for 25 years and now suddenly she crawls into bed with him and gives it up on a silver platter…no questions asked? It didn’t make sense. They’d been flirting since she got here. There was an obvious sexual attraction between them. Though he hadn’t expected Sylvie to have a lot of sexual experience, he thought she’d at least have some!
He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea of what their lovemaking signified. This wasn’t just a casual roll in the hay for him. It was more than that. It was the start of their relationship, but it wasn’t the kind of relationship his little virgin might have anticipated. He wasn’t offering her moonlight and roses. He wanted her, but not for love, and definitely not for marriage. He was worried now that her innocence and lack of sexual experience might make it difficult for him to secure her agreement to the kind of relationship he was looking for. He pulled the sheet taut, tucking the elastic under the mattress. Then again, if she’d never made love to a man before, she had no point of comparison.
Dominance and submission had come out of the closet. People were reading and talking about it thanks to a score of bestselling novels on the topic. The public was curious about bondage and discipline and more than a little titillated by it all. Perhaps even Sylvie. She’d been immersed in researching it every day for nearly two weeks. She was familiar with the rules, rituals, and implements. But he didn’t imagine she was comfortable with the idea, let alone the practice. At least not yet!
He hadn’t intended this when he hired her. She’d gotten the job because she was smart and capable. But somewhere over the course of the last week or so, his thoughts about her took a detour. She wasn’t the bookish scholar, the meek little mouse, he thought he was hiring. Not at all! She was a smart-ass. A gutsy, obstinate, willful little hellion. He was used to taking control and imposing his will. But that was easier said than done with Sylvie. Even on the rare occasions she actually did what she was told without giving him an argument, she’d find some way of giving him the proverbial finger. If she wasn’t rolling her eyes, she was scowling. Or wrinkling her nose like she couldn’t bear the stench. Or stomping off and slamming doors. Or muttering and cursing under her breath. She had a whole repertoire of rebellious and contemptuous behaviors that drove him nuts. She was, by far, the most irritating woman he’d ever met.
Sylvie was a challenge to be sure, but Connor liked challenges. He’d found himself fantasizing about humbling her, taming her, taking her in hand, making her submit to his discipline, and bow to his rule. Connor was dominant by nature. But it had been a couple of years since he’d been in a relationship that allowed him to be that. Most of the women he dated bent over backward to try to please him, even allowing him to correct them on occasion. But that merely whetted his appetite, it didn’t satisfy him. He was always on his guard with them, never revealing his true nature or most secret desires. They were after his money and couldn’t be trusted. Sylvie wasn’t like that. For all her sass and brass, she’d submitted to him tonight. He’d spanked her and carried her off to his bed and she’d barely put up a fight. The little spitfire could have kneed him in the balls or hit him in the head with a lamp, but she didn’t. He was grateful for that. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if she’d put up a fight. She’d cried and carried on while he was spanking her, but after that she was meek and compliant. She didn’t talk at all while they made love. He chalked it up to nervousness and inexperience. Not that he wanted her giving directions during sex. He didn’t like women telling him what to do in the bedroom. That was one thing in Sylvie’s favor: she didn’t know enough about sex to know what she liked or didn’t like. He’d decide that for her. He’d train her to be exactly what he wanted in bed…his ideal woman. The thought brought a smile to his lips. Perhaps this virgin thing might work out in his favor after all. He’d just have to take it slower than he wanted.
He refilled their glasses. Then paused to open the drawer in the nightstand and rummage around for a condom. God he hated these things! But he wore them with all the women he had sex with, even the ones he knew well. He couldn’t take a chance. Most of the ladies he knew were promiscuous as hell. He worried about getting a sexually transmitted disease from one of them or worse still that they’d intentionally try to get pregnant and demand he marry them or slap him with a paternity suit. He wouldn’t put it past some of them. Everyone who looked at him saw dollar signs. Everyone but Sylvie. She was unlike any female he’d ever met before. Open and honest. Not grasping or scheming. He hesitated a moment, remembering that they were getting the morning-after pill first thing tomorrow. Since he didn’t know for sure how effective it was in preventing pregnancy, he decided better safe than sorry. He laid the little package on the table.
‘Are you done yet?’ He was getting horny just thinking about her. He gave her a minute, but there was no response. He sighed and shook his head. What the hell was she doing in there anyway? ‘Come on out Sylvie. You can’t hide in there all night,’ he said impatiently.
Sylvie stood behind the bathroom door, fighting back tears. She didn’t understand what was going on. He was obviously angry with her for not telling him she was a virgin and furious that she hadn’t been on birth control. He acted like she was the village idiot. Lecturing and scolding her. She’d been confused and wounded by his words. What did he mean by ‘beginnings?’ The beginning of what? Certainly not the start of a relationship. He’d made that abundantly clear! What then? He wanted her on birth control pills. Why? So he could fuck her with impunity anytime he pleased? When they were making love it was wonderful. It felt like they were meant to be together. Connor was a perfect fit, filling her completely! Like a key in a lock, she thought he was opening the door to a whole new life for her. But she’d deluded herself. He was handsome! Rich! What did he want with somebody like her? Casual sex? An occasional roll in the hay? He could have fucked Seanna tonight, but instead he’d come after her. Was she supposed to be grateful that he’d deigned to stick his dick in her? She didn’t feel grateful! She felt cheap, used, degraded! She grabbed a bath sheet off the pile stacked beside the whirlpool tub and wrapped it around herself. She wasn’t going to let him get away with this! She was going to tear that arrogant bastard a new asshole! Sylvie turned the knob and opened the door.
She jumped back, startled. He was standing on the other side of the door and he had a rampant erection that was pointing right at her. Her pulse quickened.
‘I’ve been waiting for you little girl.’ His voice was seductive, eyes smoldering with desire. He reached for her towel and she backed away. ‘Take it off. I’ve already seen you naked. Remember?’ He expected her to comply, but like a petulant child, she refused to obey. ‘You’re trying my patience!’ he chided, frowning.
Sylvie stood her ground!
‘I told you not to cover up in front of me. I want to see you. All of you!’ It was a command, not a request.
Sylvie stiffened and glared at him. ‘I didn’t get the memo!’ she retorted, her tone frosty. ‘Now would you please get out of my way?’
The little wench was obviously feeling feisty. He towered over her. You’d think she would have been somewhat intimidated by him. But no, not Sylvie. ‘It’s my towel,’ he bridled, grabbing it and ripping it off her. ‘I bought and paid for it like everything else in this house.’
Sylvie stood sputtering, her face red with rage. In a fit of temper she snatched the towel back.
Well, of all the cheek! He seized her wrist, squeezing it until she dropped the towel on the floor. ‘Don’t test me little girl. You won’t like the consequences.’ He cupped her bottom with his free hand and pulled her to him. His rigid cock pressing against the softness of her belly.
‘Let me go,’ she glared up at him. ‘I want to go back to my room.’
‘Not a chance,’ he growled, before bringing his mouth down on hers. Her full pouty lips were made for kissing. Long, slow, sizzling kisses.
She could barely breathe. His touch left her weak in the knees. She was losing the battle.
He pulled back and looked at her. ‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he insisted, releasing his grip.
‘Then why are you treating me like a naked harem girl. Is that what you’re looking for?’
‘Why? Thinking of applying for the job?’ he snickered and grinned.
‘No, you son of a bitch. I’m not! You’ve had your fun! I’m leaving! I’m going back to bed,’ she announced, pushing him away.
‘Funny you should say that,’ he leered. ‘Because that’s exactly where I’m intending to take you.’
‘Will you stop with this crap? If you’re trying to seduce me, you’re doing a piss-poor job of it! It’s demeaning and degrading!’
‘Learn that in women’s studies class did you little girl?’ he snarled.
‘So help me God Connor, if you call me ‘little girl’ one more time I am going to shove my foot up your ass!’ She was shaking with rage and poking him in the chest with her finger.
‘Is that a threat?’ His tone was stern. He grabbed her. His lips brushed her neck, breath scorching her skin. ‘You’re such a willful imp. Cursing me, challenging me, threatening me. What am I going to do with you?’
‘What exactly is it you want from me Connor?’ she demanded to know.
‘You! That’s what I want!’
She looked at him quizzically. ‘For what? What could you possibly want with me?’
‘I want you to sleep in my bed. Be there when I need you. I want you to let me take care of you.’
She looked at him skeptically. Was he asking her to be his mistress? ‘Why? For what purpose? To what end? For how long?’ Her head swirled with questions.
‘You’re a smart lady Sylvie, but you have an annoying habit of overthinking things. Analyzing a situation to death! Must we have a purpose? Does it need to lead to an end? Do we have to put a time limit on it? Can’t we just let it happen, play out of its own accord?’
‘Why me?’ she asked incredulously, trying to process what he was saying.
‘Because you’re the sum and substance of every wet dream I’ve ever had. You’re beautiful…a sylph. Fragile, fresh-faced, wide-eyed. Uncorrupted by the world. Honest and idealistic. Smart and spunky. Without pretense or guile. You disturb and confound me, confuse and perplex me. You drive me to distraction most days. But I like having you around. I’d feel bad if you weren’t here. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll admit you feel the chemistry too. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The attraction is there.’
He caught her lower lip between his teeth and nipped at it, sending shivers coursing through her. Her lips parted and his tongue swept into her waiting mouth. He probed her warmth, burrowing into her softness.
She pulled away from him. ‘What is it you want me to do?’ she asked.
He squeezed her hand gently and then brought it to his lips and kissed it. ‘Share my bed!’
Emotions swirled inside her: doubt and shame, lust and fear! How did he do it? One look from him and she was unable to think rationally. She was one quivering mass of sexual desire. The need to hold him close overpowered her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, relishing his warmth. She fit perfectly in the circle of his arms. It was as though she was meant to be his, forever and always.
Sylvie slowly walked toward the bed. His eyes followed her. Like a predator on the hunt, he was stalking his prey. Waiting for an opportunity to pounce, capture, and devour her.
He came up behind her and, pushing her hair away, gently kissed the back of her neck. Connor could feel her trembling. His cock pulsed with desire. He wanted to throw her on the bed and ravage her, but he knew he needed to take it slow. It wouldn’t do to frighten her. If this was going to work, she needed to trust him. He gently rubbed the small of her back, then petted her bottom. Like a horseman stroking the flanks of a frightened filly, he was trying to settle and calm her. ‘My intention is not to harm or cause you pain Sylvie. I just want us to be together. It’s that simple.’
He sounded sincere, but there were too many unanswered questions floating around in her head. Something didn’t feel right about this. Connor wanted her to agree to a vague arrangement between the two of them without telling her what it was or how it would work. Being together…what did that mean exactly? Were they going steady or just cohabiting? Was this a long term arrangement or a short-term convenience? Was she a girlfriend or a mistress? A ready escort? An astute companion? Or perhaps a sparring partner? Did he really expect her to ignore her concerns and misgivings and simply throw caution to the winds and embark on this adventure…whatever it was? Perhaps he was right, maybe she did overthink things. He wanted her. She wanted him. Couldn’t that be enough? Just for a little while at least?
It didn’t take long to finish off the bottle of champagne. Two and a half glasses and Sylvie was buzzed. She fixated on Connor. Couldn’t keep her eyes off him. A shiver of excitement ran through her every time their eyes met. Damn, he was fine! So hot she had to stop herself from drooling. Sylvie had never imagined being with someone like him, never in her wildest dreams. She delighted in the finely chiseled, hard curves of his body. His broad chest. His well-muscled limbs. His rock hard manhood standing proud and erect. She wanted to feel it moving inside her again. Her arousal surged as she reached out to touch him. Alcohol fueling her lust. Whatever game Connor was playing…she was in!
Her fingers gently stroked the shaft. His skin was soft as velvet. And so warm. What a lovely thing it was. She wrapped her hand around it, exerting hardly any pressure at all. Her fingers moved up and down ever so slowly. When she stopped to gently knead the head Connor groaned, his breathing becoming strained. She smiled when she saw his reaction. Connor was used to being in control; but not now…now she was! A drop of liquid seeped from the head. Sylvie tried to touch it, but he pulled her hand away. ‘Don’t. I’m close!’ he protested.
He gathered her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her waiting lips. His tongue slipped between them, exploring and caressing the wet recesses of her mouth. His tongue swirled over and around hers, tickling and teasing, tempting and tantalizing.
Her body pressed against his. Skin to skin with his muscular chest. Ripped belly. Powerful thighs. And his long throbbing shaft. Sylvie could feel his heat. It made her swoon. He exhaled, his breath singeing her skin.
Connor wanted to go slow, but passion overwhelmed him. All he could think about was sinking into her. Feeling the welcoming warmth of her womanhood cradling and sheathing his cock. He craved the intoxicating pleasure, the sensual delights, the sheer bliss her body could provide him. Succumbing to desire, he lifted her up and they toppled into bed.
His hands glided over her skin, caressing and fondling the overheated flesh. She was so soft, so warm, so beautiful.
Connor smothered her face and neck in kisses then turned his attention to the exquisite little mounds of flesh protruding from her chest. His hands cupped them gently at first, but then became more demanding. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, lavishing attention on her firm pink nipples. He tugged and twisted them mercilessly, then pinched and rolled the little nibs between his fingers. His lips sealed over one rosy peak and began sucking it hard. Sylvie whimpered in protest even as her body thrummed with excitement. That didn’t stop him. He squeezed and nipped the little bud with his teeth causing her to stiffen and cry out. He reached between her legs and slipped his finger into her folds. She was nice and wet. Was it the twinges of pain that aroused her? Connor hoped so! But that was best left for another day. Such pleasures would come in due time. His tongue fluttered over her nipple, twirling, licking, teasing. Her body began to quiver from his unrelenting attention.
Sylvie could feel her clit begin to twitch. She was sore from the first time, feeling raw, ripped open. Did she really want to do it again so soon? Her head said no, but her body had other ideas.
Connor slipped a finger into her and began to work it in and out. Sylvie gasped. He released her nipple. ‘Does it hurt baby? Are you sore?’
Sylvie felt like she was standing on a precipice. About to go tumbling off the cliff. If she didn’t want him to make love to her, if she wanted him to stop, why was she kissing him? Why was she allowing him to suck her tits and finger her? It hurt a little, so frigging what? She was lying in bed with one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, maybe even the world. Hell, there wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t give an arm and a leg to be in her position. He was smart, he was studly, not to mention filthy rich. Men like Connor didn’t fall from trees. This was no time to be a baby. The promise of pleasure outweighed the pain he’d inflict. ‘Just a little, but I’m fine…really,’ she assured him.
‘That’s my girl,’ he smiled as he slipped a second finger in. He pumped them in and out like a piston. Connor’s fingers did a half twist one way when he inserted them and twisted the other when he withdrew.
At first Sylvie winced with each thrust, but little by little the pain receded and all she could feel was pleasure. Her chest heaved, sweat glistening on her breasts. She rolled her head, arched her back, and rode his fingers hard.
‘That’s it baby. That’s it.’ His eyes were riveted on her writhing body. He could see that his ministrations hurt her. She’d flinched and jerked every time he poked and prodded her. But she’d born it well, allowing the pain to melt into the background and the pleasure to hold sway.
He withdrew his fingers and turned his attention to the little nub of flesh peeking out between her nether lips. Connor pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to alternately squeeze and roll it until she started writhing on the bed. Connor smiled; he loved that she was so responsive. He slipped his fingers back inside her while his thumb rubbed the fleshy bud.
Sylvie thought she’d die of pure delight. She threw her head back, moaning.
‘Feel good baby? Talk to me sweetheart. Do you like this?’ he said, driving his fingers in to the hilt.
‘Oh yes! Oh God Connor! Yes!’ she mewled. ‘It feels wonderful!’
Connor withdrew his fingers and gave her a wicked grin. Using both hands, he spread her legs wide, opening her obscenely, and repositioned himself so his lips rested on her hairless little mound. He kissed her then slid himself down further. He inhaled deeply. She smelled female. She smelled of sex. His tongue lapped at her clit then his lips closed around it. He began to suck, lick, and nip at it like a ravenous beast. She squirmed as she felt his teeth closing on her button, but he held her in place. He had no intention of letting her get away. He started sucking again, the force of the suction causing her clit to swell and pulsate. Sylvie quivered. Moaning and groaning. She was close. He pulled away, withdrawing his fingers. He wasn’t going to let her come just yet.
Connor got to his knees and reached for the condom. She watched as he tore the packet open with his teeth. He placed it on the end of his penis and quickly rolled it down over his shaft all the way to its base. She couldn’t believe that little bit of latex could cover his enormous member, but it did. He gave her a kiss, then crawled on top of her.
Her soft slick flesh was waiting for him in trembling anticipation. She could feel his rigid cock settle between the swollen lips of her cleft. And then the thrust as he invaded her again. She screamed, engulfed in an ebb and flow of pleasure and pain, as every inch of him was sheathed inside her. Her passage felt like it was tearing as it stretched to accommodate him. She bucked and twisted, delirious with pleasure, drunk with desire.
His tongue stroked her bottom lip then plunged into the soft cavern of her mouth. He slid it along her tongue, then lapped at her teeth, and licked the flesh of her inner cheeks. Sylvie panted as he drove his long velvety tongue in and out. It fucked her mouth while his cock pounded her pussy relentlessly.
Connor’s shaft drilled her insides. He loved the feel of her, the soft supple skin, the moist heat of her passage. Sylvie was a feast for the senses. He loved the taste, the smell, and the feel of her. He longed to possess her. To direct and control her. To lock her away where no one else could see her, keeping her all to himself.
He retreated then drove into her again. His thrust hard and deep. ‘Do you want me to fuck you hard, Sylvie? Do you?’ His voice was low and seductive.
Her eyes were half-closed as she looked up at him. Her lips parted. Hair fanning out over the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed, a sheen of sweat shimmering on her shoulders. She nodded uncertainly.
‘Say it! I want to hear you say it,’ he demanded.
Her eyes widened, cheeks taking on a crimson hue. She chewed her lower lip and looked at him, wondering what he meant by hard. Her insides were already aching. He frowned when she didn’t respond immediately. ‘Connor, please fuck me,’ she stammered. ‘Please fuck me hard!’
He grabbed her legs, one in each arm and lifted. Her knees hooked over his elbows. ‘Say it again!’ he growled as his cock slammed into her all the way to its root.
‘Fuck me!’ she repeated, her breath coming in puffs and gasps. ‘Fuck me hard!’ She thrashed around trying to wriggle away from him. From the pounding pain. But he had her just where he wanted her. He wasn’t about to let her go. He had mastery over her. He knew it; but more importantly, so did she! He battered her insides with his powerful thrusts, the head of his cock hitting her cervix. He was gratified by her whimpers, by her moans of ecstasy.
Every muscle in her body flexed and quaked as the orgasm seized her. The muscles holding his cock began to convulse. The sensation ripped through her. Spreading out from her core, washing over her like a tsunami. Sending wave after wave of sexual rapture spiraling through her veins. Everything seemed to be tingling and twitching: her skin, muscles, even her bones. As she screamed her climax Connor let go. He groaned, his hips rocking, cock pumping. Shuddering and spasming, he loosed her legs and slumped on top of her. Connor continued moving, short shallow strokes, wanting to milk every last bit of pleasure from her. Sylvie’s body stopped convulsing and lay limp beneath him.
He kissed her and smiled. ‘I think you’re getting the hang of this,’ he teased.
He pulled out and quickly removed the condom, tying it off. He wrapped some tissues around it and tossed it in the trash. He chuckled when he realized how closely she was watching him. But he guessed this was all so new to her that she was curious about everything…condom disposal included.
She looked so tiny and vulnerable in the big bed, her eyes so trusting, so innocent, so childlike. He grabbed her hand and together they headed to the bathroom to clean up.
Sylvie could feel his breath caressing the back of her neck. She lay beside him in the darkness. Her back against his chest. Her bottom against his belly. His arm stretched over her in a sleepy embrace. She was still reeling from the events of the night. She had no idea why it happened. What possessed him? But whatever the reason, she was glad it did. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt safe, protected, and at peace.
