Chapter 8 #2
He’s like a drug, pulling me under, making my head fuzzy, seducing me till I don’t know which way’s up.
As if he’s caught in the same spell, he suddenly yanks up the skirt of my dress, exposing the flimsy material of my knickers. Hooking his fingers into the lace at the side he tugs hard. I feel it rip and give way. The remainder of my underwear falls to the floor at my feet.
‘Another pair destined for the bin,’ he murmurs, shaking his head in mock regret, and if I hadn’t been so crazy with longing I would have laughed at the smile in his voice.
There’s an excruciating pause as he takes a small step back and just looks me in the eye, his pupils fully blown in the dim light, before he slides his hand between my legs.
The sensation of his fingers on my bare skin is so intense I inhale sharply, only to slowly exhale as his fingertips explore me, drifting over my sensitive flesh, then probing and penetrating me deep inside. It’s as if he’s committing the feel of me to memory.
The avidity of it makes my breath stutter in my throat.
‘So you’ve missed your toys, huh…?’ he murmurs.
‘Yes,’ I whisper back through desire-numbed lips. ‘So much.’
‘Then let’s get you reacquainted.’
Abruptly withdrawing his intimate touch, he puts his hands on my hips and spins me around so I’m facing my dressing table.
‘Brace your hands on the top,’ he instructs.
I do as I’m told. He won’t get any complaints from me. I’m not going to do anything to jeopardise this. I’ve been fantasising about it happening for too long to have it not work out now.
The skirt of my dress is already bunched up around my waist, so he’s got a clear view of my arse, which he drags a little closer to him.
I’m forced to bend lower and rest my forearms on the top of the table to steady myself.
Make-up scatters onto the floor as I make room to rest my arms comfortably, but I’m well beyond caring about that right now.
His long fingers slide between my legs again, parting me, then dipping inside me, catching a particularly sensitive spot.
I’m so wet now they slide in easily, and I feel the transference of my silky arousal as he slips his fingertips out and moves them back towards my arsehole, leaving a slick trail in his wake.
The sensation of him touching me there makes my body hum with excitement. It’s so filthily intimate and lewd I can barely stand it.
But I will.
I want this so much I think I’d die if he stopped now.
Seeming to sense how needy I am, he presses one of his fingertips against the puckered hole, then skates across and around it, teasing me into a frenzy with his intent.
Mercifully, he begins to work his finger slowly inside me, then back out, then in again, until I stop resisting the gentle push-pull.
‘You’re very tight… you’re going to have to relax more or this is going to hurt.’
‘Just use a lot of lube,’ I demand brazenly, not caring at all what he thinks of me right at this moment.
A laugh rumbles out of him. I hear the snap and squirt of the tube, then a cold, slippery sensation against my hole that makes me suck in a sharp breath.
It feels like magic.
Then a solid cold object presses into me. He pushes it in slowly, moving back fractionally when I resist, then forward again until it finally slides past the tight ring of muscle and settles inside me. There’s a good burning sensation, then a delicious fullness as it seats itself properly.
I stand there frozen, trembling with anticipation, hyper aware of my heartbeat as it throbs in my throat, my head, between my legs.
‘What’s going to happen now?’ I blurt out, unable to keep my cool any longer.
He doesn’t reply. Instead, I hear the sound of the zip on his trousers being lowered, and the crackle and snap of a condom being taken out of its packet and put on.
And then he slides deep inside me, taking my breath away.
The feeling is intense and monumentally exciting.
And I like it. I like it a lot.
As he thrusts hard inside me the plug moves a little deeper too, and the feeling of double penetration nearly blows my mind. There’s something thrillingly filthy about it, and the awareness of that turns me on even more.
I feel feverish, as if every nerve-ending in my body has come alive and is crackling with heat.
I can’t help but make a raw, guttural grunt of pleasure in the back of my throat, and I bite down on my lip as he begins to drive into me hard, then slide fully out again so I feel cool air on my pussy before his cock re-enters me.
Each time he thrusts into me I experience waves of euphoria like I’ve never felt before.
And then things get even more intense.
In my insular world of sensation, I didn’t notice him picking up my vibrator, but I certainly feel it as he presses it hard against my clit. It’s all I can do not to scream with pleasure as the vibrations intensify the peaking throb between my legs.
A few more thrusts and I’m gone, spiralling into a world of pleasure, barely aware of my surroundings as my whole body convulses in orgasm.
It seems Ben’s pretty much there too, because he drops the vibrator, grips my hips again and begins to slam into me as if he’s finally allowing himself to let go and take what he wants.
‘Fuck, you’re so tight with this thing inside you,’ he mutters, and two strokes later he comes, thrusting hard into me and letting out a low growl of satisfaction, which sends echoes of my orgasm through me.
I’m in heaven. Absolute heaven.
And I know exactly why.
Because he stayed when he should have walked away. He couldn’t resist me.
And I love that I have that power over him.
Fucking love it.
* * *
Benedict
When the world finally comes back into focus, I find myself pressed up hard to Maya, my thighs flush with hers and my hands firmly gripping her hips. I can feel the quick rise and fall of her breathing under me and the steadying sensation of it centres me enough to regain my scattered composure.
I’ve never felt this out of control of a situation before. Never. And, to be honest, it’s scaring the shit out of me.
Carefully I draw away from her and dispose of the condom, depositing it in the much-discussed bin while she visits the bathroom.
I sit down heavily on the edge of the bed and wait for her to return. I know this should be the end, but I’m having trouble reconciling myself to that fact.
I shouldn’t have let it happen. I came here to say goodbye.
But it seems that whenever I’m around Maya, something takes me over and I find it impossible to resist her.
She was right, of course. I have been fantasising about doing what I’ve just done to her.
And more. Much more. My time with her has given me a real taste for exploring my sexual fantasies.
And she knows exactly how to make them all come true.
‘You okay?’ she asks me as she walks back into the room.
‘I’m fine,’ I lie, then take a steadying breath and say, ‘You know we can’t do this any more.’
‘I know,’ she says, sliding into bed, ‘but we’re going to anyway, right?’
I don’t answer. I can’t. I just sit there, looking at her expectant face.
She lets out a low sigh. ‘Look, just get into bed with me, okay? Just for a minute.’
I shouldn’t do it. I know I shouldn’t. If I get into that bed, I’m not getting out of it again.
I know this – just like I know that continuing this fling with Maya could destroy everything I’ve worked for: my social standing, my business, my security.
And yet I can’t walk away either. Not yet.
Being with her is the most uplifting, exhilarating – life-affirming – thing I’ve ever done and I’m hooked on it.
‘If we do carry on seeing each other we have to be really careful,’ I say, getting under the covers next to her and pulling her into my arms. ‘I can’t put my business in jeopardy for this.’
‘I hear you,’ she mumbles, kissing along my jawline and gently biting at my earlobe, sending a shot of lust straight through me.
‘I mean it, Maya. Absolute discretion.’
‘Understood,’ she says, her voice light with pleasure, and something else: victory, perhaps? ‘We’ll only carry on till one or both of us gets bored. Then we’ll walk away. No questions, no regrets,’ she murmurs against my neck.
‘You’re not making life easy for me, you know,’ I grumble.
‘I know,’ she says, sliding her hand down my stomach. ‘But, seriously, who wants easy?’