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chapter three

Reality

Reality came crashing down on me after he held open the car door and I slid inside to rest my ass on his leather seats.  Everything about this car spoke of money and privilege.  I was completely out of my league with a man like him.  Seth’s concentration was focused on the road and the silence did little to help with my nerves.

We drove in that awkward silence for almost twenty minutes before he pulled in front of a huge iron-clad gate and punched numbers on a security pad.  Continuing on, we drove up to a mansion that made the one we just left look like a run-down house.  My eyes widened as I took in the incredible stone architecture and expanse of the layout. This was a place built for a king, not mere mortals like myself.

I didn’t even notice him leaving the driver’s seat until the passenger door was held open for me.  Like I had on stage earlier, I completely froze.  This was a monumental decision, and something told me if I walked up that long flight of stairs I’d never be the same again.  His long-fingered, well-manicured hand appeared right before my face, and I hesitated before clasping it in my own.

“Let the lion show you his den.” Seth chuckled warmly and it might have been humorous if I didn’t suddenly feel my head spinning at the decision I was making.  He pulled me to my feet with one easy movement, and I tugged back as he tried to lead me forward.  “Changed your mind?”

His words were whispered and maybe that’s why I didn’t feel as threatened as I had seconds ago.  “No.  I just need a minute to catch my breath.”  Or maybe a year, because I swear I was finding it really hard to breathe. 

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, yet.  I promise.” Again he chuckled, but I really wasn’t getting the joke.  What could he possibly mean by yet?

When he pulled slightly on my hand this time, I allowed him to continue on.  My eyes widened again as we walked into the huge, marbled foyer.  An enormous chandelier hung from the almost impossibly high ceiling and it was like something out of a dream.  Every glance I took, something elegant filled my gaze, but it all melded together seamlessly. The design work on this place was enough to make anyone catch their breath.

The uniform I wore was so out of place here it was almost comical.  I remembered vaguely that I hadn’t changed back into my other clothes. I allowed him to lead me up a staircase that would have put an Antebellum home to shame.  There was nothing old South about this place though, every touch seemed to be modern and developed for the high end consumer.

Being led down a polished marble hall, I didn’t really come out of my trance until we stood in a bedroom that could have held my entire apartment.  The first thing my eyes fell on was a huge bed resting on a raised floor.  The thing could have easily held five people.

“Would you like to freshen up?” My attention was pulled back to Seth and I nodded briskly.  He smiled widely and motioned toward the side of the room.  “Take your time. I’ll get more comfortable.”

I tried really hard not to run to the safety of the bathroom, but probably failed miserably.  I needed a few minutes to get myself together. By the time I locked the door behind me, I was breathless.  McKayla was right, this was a stupid idea.  Standing in this luxurious en-suite surrounded by more conveniences than any one person should have, I stared at my reflection in the oversized mirror.  The damn thing even had a television hanging over one of the most indulgent deep-soaker bathtubs I’d ever seen.

What the hell am I doing here?
I silently asked my reflection.  Turning on the faucet, I splashed water over my arms, trying to cool down the heat that suddenly moved through my entire body.  My thick, shoulder length brown hair wasn’t helping with the hot factor, and I lifted it off my neck, wetting it as the panic set in.

Hazel eyes stared back at me, filled with fear and the impossibility of the situation I’d placed myself in.  I wondered what he saw in me that I missed.  All I could see was a petite, average-looking woman who was fortunately blessed with clear skin and defined cheek bones. 

I wasn’t wearing an ounce of makeup, because I never did when I was working.  There was nothing remotely glamorous about me, just your average girl next door. And here I was standing it what could only be considered a palace.  Gripping the quartz tiled sink in a firm grip, I knew there was no way a man like Seth could truly want me.  I convinced myself to walk out there and tell him this was all a mistake.

The words never had a chance to leave my mouth.  Instead it fell open as I noticed he was stripped down to his boxers.  He stood there showing off a sculpted physique that would have made any woman want to touch.  Wide shoulders met my gaze, with six-pack abs, long powerful legs, and a smooth chest that had my hands aching to press against it.  The man was seriously walking sin personified.

“Do you like what you see?” A smirk appeared on his gorgeous face as he stared at me forcing my eyes to lower.  “Oh, baby you have no idea how sexy that is, but right now I want to see those beautiful eyes.”  He closed the distance between us and lifted my chin. “You’re a little overdressed, I think we should fix that.”  His hands quickly moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up.  Without thought I raised my arms giving him the access to lift it over my head.  He made short work of my bra, leaving me standing there topless, just like I’d been on the stage.  “So fucking beautiful.”  His hands cupped the weight of my breasts, fingers lightly grazing over my already hardened nipples.

“I’m not beautiful.” My voice was whisper soft and I moaned as the pleasure of his fingers sent tingling sensation straight to my core.

“You are whatever I say tonight, remember that.”  He rolled my nipple between two fingers, and any thought I had of denying his words flew out of my mind.  “Responsive too, that’s something you can’t fake.”  One of his hand moved downward and cupped my sex through the shorts I was wearing and I cried out softly at the pressure.

“I like that.  I like that a lot.” That hand cupping my sex moved up to the waistband of my shorts, along with his other hand, and he quickly slid them down my legs.  I stepped out of them, again without thinking, and nearly lost my balance when he cupped my sex again through the thin layer of my panties.

The desire seeped through the tiny covering I wore and knew I’d never been this turned on in my life.  I moved my hands to his shoulders to balance myself, and he chuckled warmly.  I had no idea why the slightest touch from this man turned me on so much, and I didn’t want to think about it either.

I caught my breath as he grabbed me by the waist, lifting me and sitting me on the edge of the bed.  “We should talk, but all I can think about is seeing how fast I can make you come.”

In some strange daze, I sat there staring at him, even when his hands lifted my ass and quickly pulled off the last barrier of clothing I had on.  He spread my legs quickly, pushed me back on the bed, and his head fell between my thighs.  I was nowhere near prepared when his tongue lapped over my clit, sending a myriad of pleasurable sensations racing through my body. 

My hands clenched the comforter as he plunged deep into my core repeatedly, leaving my mind in a completely overwhelmed state.  This was like nothing I’d ever felt before. All I could do was whimper nonsense words as he pleasured me.  He feasted on my core like it was the most enjoyable treat, and before I could catch my breath, I came undone completely.

At my scream of pleasure, he stood and pulled off his boxers, giving me little time to think about what he was doing, or view his overwhelming anatomy.  He moved over to the bedside table, retrieved a condom, ripped the package open, and had it on faster than I thought was humanly possible. “I can’t wait.  Later I’ll take things slow.”  He pulled my ass to the very edge of the bed, came between my legs, and before I even understood what he was doing, he thrust through the barrier of my innocence, leaving me shattered.

I screamed at the agonizing pain, angry that all the pleasure had left abruptly to be replaced by something so horrible.  “Stop!” I wanted to punch him in the face, or rip off his dick, which was the thing causing me such discomfort.  Unbidden, tears streaked down my cheeks and I pushed wildly at his chest, trying to get him off of me.

“What the fuck?” He stilled on top of me, making no movement whatsoever as he stared down into my eyes.  “Tell me you’ve done this before.”

It felt like time stood still as I tried to accommodate his large size filling me.  My entire body tensed, with a feeling of being ripped apart. I didn’t want to talk. Crawling into some corner to lick my wounds was a superior idea, and I shook my head slowly.  I hated this.  I seriously thought that women should be slapped in the face for saying there was anything remotely pleasurable in this act of being speared.

“Fuck.  Forgive me, kitten.  I’m not going to move.  Just breathe.” True to his word, he didn’t budge, but what I wanted more was for him to get off me.  I hated this sensation of being impaled and kept in place. 

I struggled until I discovered that increased the pain, and then I stilled barely even taking a breath.  The man was huge, and I could feel him throbbing inside me.  The burning sensation was starting to lessen, but I felt almost overly full and it wasn’t comfortable.  “I don’t like this.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling him that, or just reminding myself that this sex thing really sucked.

He chuckled in a self-depreciating way, and moved his hand to brush my hair out of my face.  The movement forced him deeper inside of me and I groaned.  “I’m sure you don’t right now, but I can make it better.” I rolled my eyes at his lie, and he grinned.  “Trust me.”

Since I was basically at his mercy, I didn’t see that I had much choice.  With a heavy sigh, I nodded my acceptance, sure he was just trying to do whatever it was men did to make them enjoy this shit.  His smile brightened and those full lips that I’d admired earlier tonight found mine.  The kiss was definitely better than the sex, and I tentatively met his tongue with mine as it slipped into my mouth.

This I liked. My eyes closed as our tongues danced together.  Without him moving that huge organ, the pain slowly receded. I began to enjoy the hardness of his smooth chest against the softer fullness of my breasts.  My hands released the comforter that I’d been clenching on to for dear life, and moved around his back, enjoying the hard, but smoother skin there.

“Put your legs around my waist, sweetheart.” He broke the kiss long enough to speak those words, then returned to exploring my mouth.  I followed his order, the action pulling him deeper inside of me, and I wasn’t sure if that was something I really wanted.

Lifting his head and upper body, he gazed down into my eyes.  He inched out of my clenching core, and the sense of relief had me relaxing.  “Just trust me.” Without warning he carefully filled me again, and while it wasn’t excruciating like the first time, I wasn’t sure it really felt good.

Tensing again, I held my breath as he retreated once more using the same care.  The next gentle thrust I felt something other than pain, and I met his eyes with mine, confused.  He continued with the slow retreat and pushes until my body began building with that ache of need again.  My feet dug into his ass, wanting to press him deeper inside.

“Better now?” His face was tense, and even in my ignorance, I understood it hurt him to be so restrained.  With a small nod, I allowed my hands to grip his shoulders, waiting for whatever he decided to do next.  “Just feel, baby, feel and do what your body craves.”

His thrusts increased and instead of feeling pain, I was amazed at the sensation of friction that had me wanting to follow his movements with my own hips.  Meeting his actions, I found I could keep a rhythm as he tutored my body in the way of making love.  This was strangely pleasurable and I wanted more than the simple back and forth movements as my need increased.

“More.” Demanding softly, I understood he could make this better.

With a warm chuckle, he shook his head and increased his pace.  “Greedy little beauty, aren’t you?  Tonight, you get your way.” What he said wasn’t nearly as important as the way he began thrusting inside of me, making me long to find fulfillment again. 

“Please.” My hips raised to meet each push of his cock deeper inside, and it was almost unbearable, the need it gave when he slid almost free over and over again.

“Hold on tight, baby.” I took his words literally and gripped his shoulders as he unleashed his passion.  I wasn’t aware two people could love this ferociously, and my body seemed to crave the fast, hard thrusts that left me almost breathless in their intensity.  

His thrusts were almost unforgiving and I crashed over the edge of pleasure so hard, I saw pinpoints of light.  It was so incredibly amazing, that even as he continued to ride my body I just held on in astonishment.  I could feel him so deeply in me that when he came, the sensation even through the condom throbbed, constricting my already contracting flesh.

Supporting his upper body with his arms, his forehead fell against mine as he strained his hips to press inside me more deeply.  I rested underneath him in stunned wonder, never having known that making love could be so intense.  After long seconds, he slowly inched out of me. I whimpered softly, feeling again the rawness of being taken my first time.

“You and I have much to discuss, little kitten.” I watched him in fascination as he removed the condom, tossing it in a trashcan at the top of the bed.  “For now, we need to get you more comfortable.”  Walking back over to me, he gave me no warning before picking me up in his arms and making his way to the bathroom.