A Strict Seduction (3 page)

‘If it's any consolation,' he replied, ‘neither am I.'

The conversation stopped and started fitfully during the meal, but on more than one occasion she looked up to find him looking at her intently, his deep blue eyes fixed on her. She could see the desire in those eyes, and despite her best intentions she could not help but respond to it.

‘What time do you have to be back?' he asked her over coffee.

She glanced at her watch, suddenly realising that she'd lost all track of time. ‘I'm late already,' she said.

He smiled. ‘Don't worry,' he told her calmly, a sly smile forming on the lips that had greedily bruised her nipples.

She could feel herself flushing red, her face burning as she recognised the undertone to his voice. ‘How can I not worry?'

‘Just leave it to me,' he assured her, waving over the waiter to ask for the bill.

‘By my boss's going to hit the roof if I'm any later than this.'

Tom's smile broadened. ‘Let me handle your boss,' he stated calmly.

‘But…'

‘No buts,' he insisted. ‘Come on, you've got the rest of the afternoon off.'

Patti shook her head. ‘No,' she said, determined to resist whatever it was that Tom had planned.

He looked at her again, his eyes drilling into her, forcing her to look away. ‘It would be better if you let me do this,' he said, his voice low, a sharp, commanding edge to it. Patti knew he wasn't about to brook any arguments.

‘Do what?' she whispered.

‘Come back to my place,' he stated. There was no question there, rather it was a foregone conclusion that Patti could not avoid. Her heart was already beating hard and the tone of his voice seemed to connect to something deep inside her.

She tried to say ‘okay' but could only mouth the word in silence. Her hands were trembling as they left the restaurant and walked back to Tom's big black car. She glanced about nervously as she slid into the passenger seat, afraid that she'd be seen by someone from work, or else by Sarah or one of Sarah's friends. Tom showed no qualms as he accelerated away from the kerb, his commanding hands on the wheel, an intense silence about him.

They arrived at Tom's flat a few minutes later. It put the place she and Sarah shared completely in the shade. The place reeked of money and power. As soon as she was inside and the door was closed she knew that she would do whatever she was asked. She was in his domain now, in his territory, and there was nothing she could do to resist him. The idea made her head swim with fear and excitement in equal measure.

The lounge was a spacious, airy room, with big square windows that let in lots of natural light that bathed the room in a soft, summery glow. A big leather sofa sat under the windows, a dark, brooding presence rather than a piece of functional furniture. He threw his jacket onto a chair near the door and then settled down into the dark embrace of the sofa.

‘What's your boss's name?' he asked, picking up the phone that nestled on a small table to the left of the sofa.

‘What are you going to do?' Patti asked, standing nervously in the doorway of the room, hardly daring to enter.

He looked at her for a moment before answering. ‘I'm going to make sure you spend the rest of the afternoon here with me,' he told her bluntly. ‘Now, what's his name?'

‘Her name's Amanda Jeffries,' Patti reported quietly.

Tom dialled immediately and asked to be put through to her. Patti listened silently while Tom spun Amanda a convincing pack of lies. His tone was sombre, but still there was something charming about him. By the end of the call it sounded as though he had convinced Amanda that Patti had witnessed a serious traffic accident during lunchtime and that she had helped one of the victims to hospital and was required to give a full statement to the police.

‘I'll never be able to keep all those lies up,' Patti told him when he had finished.

Tom smiled. ‘You will,' he said, ‘because you have to. Now, why don't you come into the room? Are you afraid of me?'

Patti considered her reply and then nodded. That made him smile.

‘It's not me you're afraid of, is it?' he told her.

She hesitated for a moment, and then walked fully into the room. He was right, of course, but that made it no easier to handle the situation. ‘Aren't you afraid of Sarah finding out?' she asked, stopping directly in front of him. She looked down at him, all relaxed and in control of the situation, his dark grey suit contrasting with the blackness of the sofa.

He took her by the hand and pulled her down into the space beside him. ‘What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve,' he whispered. He looked into her eyes and she saw the intensity of his desire, a desire that was powerful and frightening and irresistible.

‘That's such a simple answer,' she said, lowering her gaze. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her skin flushing. His desire was hard, physical, commanding. And despite herself she was responding; his desire reached out to something inside her.

He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face, bringing her lips closer to his. He kissed her immediately, pressing his mouth against hers, his tongue pushing her lips apart, stifling the protest she felt she ought to make. And as he kissed her, long, slow and sensuous, his other hand slipped under her short skirt to stroke her stocking-clad thigh.

When he released her she remained close to him, her body pressed against his, yielding to him wordlessly. The hand sliding up and down her thigh was insistent and possessive, the fingers gliding from silk to skin and back again. He kissed her again on the mouth, and then down across her throat while his hand slipped between her thighs. She sighed softly, parting her thighs slightly so his fingers trailed across the warmth of her panties, pushed hard into her sex.

She shifted round, reaching out to put her arms around him, but he pushed her arms back with his free hand. She was not to touch him, not to hold him, and somehow that made her feel even more excited.

‘Can we go to the bedroom?' she whispered.

‘No, I want you here,' he replied. He put his hands on her waist and moved her off the sofa to the floor. She knelt down in front of him, unable to hide the disappointment she felt.

He bent down and kissed her again and then pulled away slowly, forcing her to reach up to him, to sit up on hands and knees to kiss him. He stroked her face as they kissed, his fingers exploring every inch of it, as though to see her was not enough and he needed to feel her too. She began to unbutton her blouse, knowing it was what he wanted, but he slapped her hands hard.

‘I'll tell you when,' he whispered sternly.

Again she felt a mingling of disappointment and desire. It seemed she was to have no say in what they did. She was there to please him, to accede to his demands. The idea repelled and excited her. She was already wet, her panties were moist and she could feel the heat of desire flaming inside her. This time she wanted his cock, she wanted it hard inside her, deep in her pussy and not just in her mouth.

He unclasped her skirt and tugged it down over the taut curves of her bottom. She wriggled out of it and then pushed it away, glad to be free of it. She glanced down at herself and saw the dark band of her stockings contrasting strongly with the pale white of her thighs, and the high cut of her silky black knickers revealing much of her bottom. It turned her on to see herself and the pleasure was redoubled when he began to unbutton her blouse, exposing the lacy bra which pushed her breasts up and which bulged delightfully at the nipples.

He put a hand on her back, and with the other he explored her body, stroking her thighs, moving across the flawless expanse of her back, tracing the inside of her thighs and gently squeezing her breasts. Each caress was heaven. Never had she felt so desirable and desired. She kissed his fingers as they touched her mouth, lapping quickly and then sucking them into her mouth.

‘You're so perfect,' he said quietly, and she shivered with delight.

He took her head in his hands and guided her between his thighs. She quickly unzipped him and took his hardness in her hands. The glans was already wet, weeping a silver tear of fluid that she took into her mouth immediately. She suckled him gratefully, taking his length and sliding her tongue over it. She closed her eyes and pictured herself on hands and knees, clad only in her underwear and deliriously mouthing his hard cock.

He unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. His fingers sought her hard nipples and the pleasure she felt was electric. He teased her flesh, exciting the hard points so they stood out, sensitive tissues that tingled under his touch. He tugged at her hair and she pulled away from his cock, looking up into his dark blue eyes pleadingly. He kissed her hard and she opened her mouth to him.

She sat up on her knees and he took her by the waist. She cupped her breasts and he sucked on each in turn, making her sigh desperately as the pleasure grew more and more intense. His hands strayed from her waist to her backside, moving in parallel to stroke her bottom cheeks. She wanted to pull her panties down, to expose her backside to him, to let him see and feel her sex which pulsed with desire, but she couldn't bring herself to take her breasts from his mouth.

He stopped suddenly. She sat back on her knees and watched him undress. His body was toned, muscled, masculine, the body of a man who kept in shape. Her eyes feasted on his body as his had done on hers. No wonder Sarah desired him so much, she thought, a twinge of guilt surfacing suddenly.

He took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet, embracing her immediately, pressing the silky hardness of his cock against her tummy. They kissed quickly and then he led her to the bedroom. She hardly had time to take in the spacious room, as airy and filled with light as the other. He sat her down on the edge of the large bed and pushed his hardness to her mouth. She kissed the bulb of his cock gently, then opened her lips to it once more, happy to close her mouth around him, to feel him slide his erect flesh into the tight warmth she created for him. He held her face and fucked her with long, slow strokes that made him gasp softly.

They lay back on the bed and he began to kiss her breasts once more, biting harder this time, exciting her so that she moaned softly and clutched him tightly. He slid one hand down her back and under her panties, stroking her gently so that her wetness ran freely from between her pussy lips.

He teased his fingers into her sex and the sensations of having her nipples sucked and her pussy touched became indistinguishable; a single continuum of pleasure that she murmured wordlessly. Her panties were pulled down slowly, eased from her bottom, which he explored with wet fingers. She gasped when he stroked her rear hole, his wet fingers lingering for a moment before he bit hard on a nipple and made her cry out.

He flipped her over on her tummy unexpectedly and she lifted her backside instinctively, offering him her sex from behind. He stroked her back with both hands, moving them down in parallel to her waist and then to her bottom cheeks. He parted her behind gently, opening her to gaze longingly at her pussy lips and the dark jewel of her anus. His fingers sought her wetness again and she responded by arching her back, lifting her bottom still higher, opening herself wantonly to his desire. He kissed her there, his hot breath felt on the membranes of her sex, his tongue delving into the pool of her juices. He licked her slowly, taking up her wetness on his tongue, and then moving a fraction higher to spread her juices around the tightness of her rear opening.

The sensation of having her bottom tongued was pure pleasure, one that had her panting softly. She wanted him now. She was so close to orgasm and she needed to feel his hardness inside her. She needed to feel her pussy tighten around his hard, male flesh as she bucked and writhed at the peak of her pleasure.

‘Do you want me now?' he whispered hotly, kneeling over her, his hands holding her bottom cheeks apart.

‘Yes… Yes, fuck me now…' she sighed.

She felt him take his hard cock in his hand and push it down between her thighs. She closed her eyes as he stroked his hardness between her pussy lips, teasing the moisture of her arousal onto his flesh. She pushed back impatiently, wanting to feel him enter her.

The scream of pain tore from her lips. She bucked uncontrollably and tried to get away from his cock as it entered her rear hole. It felt like fire, as though she were being burned. He held her down and pushed his cock into her behind, sliding it in slowly, taking pleasure in penetrating her even as she screamed. And then, when he was pressed down on her with his penis deep between her bottom cheeks, she stilled.

He reached under her and found her pussy, still wet, still aching with want. He kissed her gently on the shoulder, his lips trailing back and forth as he fingered her sex. The pleasure was still there, and despite the unexpected pain and the shock, she began to move. He bit her on the neck as he began to move inside her, fucking her anally as his fingers fucked her pussy. There was pleasure there too, although it felt strange to have his cock in her bottom; she had never been fucked like it before. Soon they were moving together, entwined as he thrust in and out of her, his fingers and hers playing with her pussy bud. He released her and held her by the waist, fucking her hard as she frigged herself closer and closer to orgasm.