4. Chapter 4
Gerald”s handsome face hovers over mine. He tips my chin up to face him, assertively taking my jaw between his large thumb and forefinger. I meet his gaze, my stomach flip-flopping with excitement at what he has planned for the evening.
”My dear Alina,” he says, his deep voice resonating through my core, ”Prepare to be taken care of, just the way you deserve.”
He shoves me down onto the plush leather couch, and my body tingles at the coldness and rich scent of the fabric. As I sink back, the couch envelops my body in a comforting cocoon. His eyes bore into mine with a hunger I”ve never seen before.
He takes hold of each of my knees and yanks them apart, exposing my bare pussy to his gaze. I shiver, both excited and terrified by the intensity in his eyes. In most cases, I”d feel vulnerable, and I do here too. But it”s in a way that thrills me. I anticipate his every move, the way he takes control of the situation adding to the intensity of his every touch.
He”s still himself, still Gerald, but there”s something else lurking beneath the surface tonight, an animalistic need that makes my heart race and my core clench with anticipation.
”Look at you. Such a beautiful pussy,” he growls, gazing down at me. He moves in to get a closer look, running his finger down my lips in a way that makes me shudder, longing for him to enter me. His finger reaches my clit and I moan. I arch my hips toward him as he begins to gently rub my clit, each stroke building the intensity within my core.
”Tonight, it”s all about you,” his voice is a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. ”I want to worship every inch of this beautiful body of yours, to show you just how much I desire you.” His words are at odds with the possessive way he grasps my hips, adding to the thrill.
He dips his head and I cry out as he gently takes my clit into his mouth and begins to suck.
He moves his head away, teasing. ”Do you like that, little lamb?” he says, his nickname for me making me feel giddy, possessed.
”Yes,” I gasp. ”Please… please don”t stop. I need you.”
He smirks, and once again lowers his head, his tongue extending to tease my clit, lapping up and down.
I squirm with pleasure, my hips continuing to arch toward his face. Desperate for more of his expert touch. Craving more than just his tongue. I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation as he fans his tongue against my clit and breathes warm air gently over my pussy.
He hums, and the vibrations rock me from my pussy throughout my core.
I moan, ”Gerald, yes. Fuck yes,” as he continues to lap and suck, the sensation within my core continuing to intensify.
My thighs begin to shake, and a moment later the orgasm hits me. I cry out as I come hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and instead of pulling away he yanks me closer and continues going to town on my clit. My hips buck and strain, my pussy clenching over and over again as waves of pleasure radiate through me.
It”s only once my orgasm subsides that he finally pulls his head away from my pussy, his hands still firmly grasping my upper thighs. God, he looks extra hot peering up at me from down there, my juices still coating his mouth and chin.
”Did you like that, little lamb?” he growls. ”Are you ready for more?”
Still breathless, I pant, ”More?”
”Yes, more,” he rasps. ”Surely you realize we aren”t close to being done here? Not until I give you more pleasure than you”ve ever felt in your life. That”s part of what comes with being with me,” he adds.
I allow myself a lazy smile. I”ve done it now. Found a man who wants to take care of me in more ways than one. Someone who enjoys going down on me and is clearly very good at it. It”s like winning the lottery of men and tongues. I take a deep breath, letting my body reset while I wonder what he has planned next.
He gently attaches restraints to my wrists and ankles and carries me to the bedroom, where he secures them to the four corners of the bed. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I”ve been tied up before, but never like this. With the expert restraints and the juxtaposition of gentleness and care with the hardness of a man who knows exactly what he wants.
My breath catches as he trails feather-light kisses down my neck, his tongue flicking at my pulse points, sending shivers racing down my spine.
His lips brush my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet heat that makes my toes curl and my pussy clench, and I arch my back towards him, craving more.
He chuckles, low and delighted, as if he knows exactly what he”s doing to me. ”So impatient,” he teases, swirling his tongue around my nipple before sinking his teeth into the hardened peak.
I moan, ”Gerald,” as sensations of pleasure shoot from my nipple straight to my core, my thighs squirming in pleasant protest. My back arches even more, my hips bucking against the bed in search of friction, my ankles and wrists tugging against the restraints.
I still can”t quite believe this is happening. This handsome, wealthy man, focused one hundred percent on me and my pleasure.
He continues his sensual onslaught, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he makes his way down my stomach. My heart pounds in my chest, my breathing ragged as he once again nears my center.
”Please,” I beg, not caring about any pretense of composure. ”I need you now.” Part of me wants him to go ahead and eat my pussy all day, but there”s a larger part of me that craves having him inside me. I want him to fuck me, right now.
He looks up, his eyes dark with lust and something else I can”t quite decipher. With one swift motion, he frees himself from his pants and positions himself at my entrance. He stares into my eyes, his handsome face etched with the same want and need I feel.
”I”ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he growls, before plunging into me, filling me completely, his every thrust a testament to his need and desire.
And as our bodies become one, as the world around us dissolves into nothing but gasps and moans and the rhythm of our aching hearts, I know that this isn”t just some one-time rendezvous.
This is the start of something... more.
As if reading my mind, he pants into my ear as he continues to thrust his rock-hard girth into my drenched pussy. ”This is just the beginning, my love. I”m going to worship you every day for the rest of our lives, because you are my queen and you deserve nothing less.”
His words add to the pleasureful sensations that race through my body. I cling to him like my life depends on it, my nails digging into his back as he pounds into me with a primal intensity that both thrills and terrifies me. This man has unlocked something inside me that I”d thought long dead.
He grips my hips, my body on fire as he moves above me, my wetness coating his hard length. ”Tell me you like it rough,” he growls, his voice a low rasp I barely recognize.
”Yes, I love it rough,” I moan, my eyes clouded with lust and desire, and that”s all the invitation he needs.
Untying my restraints with expert efficiency, he flips me onto my stomach, lifting my ass into the air.
I gasp as he plunges into me from behind in one swift motion, burying himself in my pussy. He”s like a man consumed, as if every fiber of his being is on fire for me. With each thrust, he seems to lose himself more and more in my tight heat.
I respond by clenching myself around his cock like a vice grip.
As if the universe approves of our union, another orgasm rips through me. At the same time, I feel Gerald”s body tense and he shudders as his own orgasm grips his body. His moans entwine with my cries as pleasure shudders through both of us, my pussy clenching tightly onto his cock as he pumps his seed deep inside me.
I know in this instant that my life will never be the same. He”s everything I longed for, yearned for, and the chemistry between us is even more intense than I could ever have imagined.
He slides out of me and I turn over and reposition myself on the pillow next to him, tucked into his side. As we lay there, catching our breath, our limbs entangled in the aftermath, I know I”m in deep trouble. Of the best kind. I”ve never felt this way about anyone before, and it terrifies me.
But for now, I don”t care. I”m just lost in the warmth and hardness of his body, the feel of his skin against mine, and the way our bodies fit together like missing puzzle pieces.
”I”d do anything to keep you close. This is something that can”t be faked, can”t be manufactured,” he whispers. ”We”re the real deal. Meant to be together, just like this.”
I nod and smile lazily, feeling deeply relaxed, all my stresses melted away if only for this moment.
”And don”t you even begin to think we”re done, little lamb,” he smiles back at me. ”We”re just getting started. I”m far from finished with you yet.”
”You”re insatiable,” I breathe, turning so my back presses against his chest as we lay tangled in the sheets. Our bodies are still slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in tandem.
I”ve had many men want to fuck me before, but never like this. Never so attentive to my needs, their smooth words never backed up by their actions when it came down to it.
But Gerald is clearly very different. A gentleman with just the right amount of rough edges.
We lay in silence for a moment, lost in our thoughts.
”I like you from this side too,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. He runs his hand over the contour of my waist and hips, my body electrified by his touch. ”Also, I have something for you.”
He props himself up on one elbow.
I turn to face him, curiosity etched on my features.
He reaches for an antique jewelry box on the nightstand and opens it, withdrawing a delicate gold necklace. Dangling from the chain is a glittering emerald, its color reminding me of the depths of my eyes.
”It”s beautiful,” I breathe, my fingers trembling as I take it from him.
”It”s nothing compared to you,” he says, his voice laced with sincerity.
My heart thuds in my chest as he fastens the clasp around my neck. I can”t deny the thrill that courses through me.
”It suits you,” he smiles, admiring his gift around my neck. Admiring me.
I blush, the weight of the stone suddenly making me feel self-conscious. What is this life? A man worshipping my body, fucking me really good, and now lavishing me with expensive gifts?
”How did you know I like emeralds? And delicate necklaces like this?” I quirk a brow.
”You said you wanted a hand necklace, but I thought this was more fitting.”
It takes me a minute and then I burst out laughing. ”Oh Gerald, your sense of humor is wild.” I raise my hand to run it along the delicately linked chain around my neck. ”But I”ll take it.”
”Now,” he says, his voice dripping with desire, ”let me show you just how much I like this necklace on you.”
Before I can protest, he flips me onto my back, his body hovering over mine. His eyes burn with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine.
”I really have been thinking about this for weeks,” he growls, his hand trailing up my thigh, teasingly close to where I already ache for him again despite having had him only minutes before.
”Me too,” I gasp, arching my hips towards him, unable to hide my need.
”Dirty girl,” he growls, his eyes darkening with lust.
His hand wraps around the delicate chain of my new necklace, tugging me closer to him. Heat pools in my core as I realize his intentions.
”Gerald, I...”
”Shh,” he soothes, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. ”Just feel it.”
With one swift motion, he enters me again, and I gasp into his mouth, the sensation of the necklace”s cold metal against my heated flesh sending shockwaves through my body.
”That”s it, baby,” he groans, his voice a feral growl in my ear as he thrusts deeper, the emerald against my sensitive skin sending me into a whirlwind of pleasure and pain.
I moan, my nails digging into his broad shoulders, my body craving more of his possessive touch, despite the danger that I sense lurks just beneath the surface.
”You feel so good,” he growls.
The power dynamic between us shifts with each thrust, our roles blurring like the lines between right and wrong. He”s in charge, but he”s also treating me as his goddess, taking me to heights of ecstasy I didn”t know existed.
”Say it,” he suddenly demands, his voice harsh as he buries himself to the hilt.
”I...” I pant, feeling myself teetering on the edge, the conflict within me mirroring the warring emotions in my heart.
”Say it!” he growls again, twisting the necklace and sinking his teeth into my neck.
”I...” Submission tastes like adrenaline on my tongue as I find myself whispering the words I never thought possible.
”I love you,” I gasp. And as the words escape my tongue, I realize that I mean them. My body responds, reaching climax, my body trembling in his iron grip.
”Good girl,” he growls, before joining me in the oblivion, his thrusts becoming erratic, marking me as his, body and soul.
As we lie panting, entwined in each other”s arms, I know that nothing will ever be the same again.
”Shh,” Gerald soothes me, stroking my hair as he slowly withdraws, his touch gentle but still possessive. ”I”ve got you.”
He reaches for a silk handkerchief and wipes us both down, his movements efficient and practiced. He has clearly been here before, in this aftermath of seduction.
But, right now, it”s as if I”m the only thing he cares about. And I”m happy to be his obsession, his sole focus. He can worship me all he wants.
Gently, he helps me put my lingerie back on, his hands lingering on my skin, etching himself onto my very being.
”I”ll be back for you, Alina,” he whispers, his voice a dark promise, his eyes cold and calculating as he pulls away. His focus instantly shifts, his mind now back on the next business deal as he puts his clothes back on and quietly leaves the room.
Alone in the wreckage of our tryst, I take a deep breath and stretch as I exhale. I know there will be no escape from the web he”s spun around me, like the silken threads of a spider entangling its prey.
But that”s okay, because I don”t want an escape. I just want Gerald.
I lie here like this for a while, and then, feeling the last remnants of our passionate encounter still coursing through my veins, I shiver as I finish getting dressed.
I tuck away the silk handkerchief that bears traces of both of our essences. This handkerchief, probably worth hundreds of dollars, used for aftercare.
A symbol of Gerald”s wealth, and his taste in the finer things. Which now apparently includes me.
With Gerald now absent, my mind returns to a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He just provided me with a level of intimacy I”d never thought possible. Yet, deep down I still have doubts.
As I finger the necklace that drapes prettily against my throat, the emerald glinting under the soft overhead light, I still fear our connection is tainted by ulterior motives. But at least the sex is out of this world.
I wake with a start, reorienting myself to my dark and cramped apartment, Yara snoring softly as she sleeps next to me.
My face flushes and my heart flips in my chest as I realize I was dreaming. And what a dream it was.
If Gerald turns out to be a fraction of the man that visited me in my slumber, we might really stand a chance.