Contract of Shame (6 page)

“Such dark thoughts. Why could someone as lovely as you be so terrified?”

Richard seemed to read her thoughts, to expose her insecurities and understand her. Yet his mistreatment made her wonder if he felt the hurt and underlying pain of knowing he’d taken advantage of her.

He saw her as a willing female, here for the sake of her son. When would a man ask her to be with him, just because he wanted to be with her?

“No matter how I got you, you’re still here, and I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” His words baffled her, and he silenced her with a kiss. She melted under his touch. His hands cupped her face and tilted her head back to give him better access. Scarlet moaned and wound her hands behind his neck. The shirt he wore created a rough touch against her pointed nipples.

As a hand moved back to grasp her neck, she gasped and opened her mouth. He plunged in, touching her tongue with his.

He tasted of warm whisky and masculinity. Richard swamped her in size and shape. She didn’t know who broke the kiss first. He moved down her face to her neck, nibbling along her exposed collarbone. Her eyes shut, and she moaned as he bit down. Her neck and ears were ultra sensitive.

Her nipples pointed out against the negligee. She took a breath as he eased a strap down off one of her shoulders.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

Scarlet opened her eyes and stared into his smoky depths. He didn’t look at what he was doing but continued to gaze into her eyes. The strap went down her arm slowly, and then he removed the other until the negligee pooled at her waist. Her breasts were exposed to the cool air. Still he didn’t look. His hand cupped one. Scarlet broke their gazes and stared down at where he touched her. His thumb stoked along the tip of one sensitive but firm and erect bud.

“They’re so big and full,” he said. Seconds later he buried his head against her chest. His tongue glided over the tip he had aroused with his fingers.

Scarlet was shocked as she stared down at her boss’s head and became even more aroused at seeing him tongue her.

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She had fucking gorgeous tits, and he wanted to suck on them all night long. The large, red nipples filled his mouth. She truly was a full woman. The indent at her waist looked so tiny against the full, rounded hips. The red highlighted her figure perfectly, and he applauded his taste in clothes.

Never before had he picked out clothes for a woman, but with Scarlet he wanted to go that extra mile. He didn’t want faceless people dressing his woman. Richard wanted to see her in clothes he knew she’d look stunning in. Her complexion and figure really worked in the deep red.

When she walked out of the bedroom, his cock had sprung to full attention. Even now the tip was soaked in his pre-cum, his trousers unbearably tight. He wanted his clothes off and Scarlet on the floor with her legs wide open, so he could fuck her sweet cunt.

Richard couldn’t do it. He wanted the first time to be exquisite torture and to last as long as possible, to draw out the pleasure until they were both begging for release.

She stood before him waiting for his next command. Didn’t she know what to do? He didn’t care. He didn’t want to think about her other partners.

The thought of her other lovers had him fisting a hand in her hair and slamming his lips down on hers. He would wipe out any and all memories of her other men. The only person who counted was him.

By the end of this week he’d have her begging him to keep her.

Keep her? Richard paused in his seduction and stared at her closed eyes. The thought of keeping her shocked him.

He didn’t want a woman, ever. He’d been hurt by women in the past so many times that he wouldn’t be able to bear going through it again. She had a son, and one day Harry would want to meet his real father.

Shit.
He closed off all the questions and thoughts. Tonight wouldn’t be spoilt by thoughts of the potential future.

Their time together was about the fucking, about taking everything he wanted out of her body. A week. A week should be enough to satisfy this craving he had for her.

In a quick movement he removed her negligee, and she stood before him like a goddess. He wondered if she would be adverse to him having an artist paint her like this. Her lips were swollen and red from his dominant kisses, and her tits rose and fell with every indrawn breath. Her eyes were glazed and dilated from desire. She looked like a woman on the verge of climax about to be fucked.

Careful not to lose her need, Richard removed his clothing. Her gaze followed his movements. The buttons on his shirt were a pain, but he drew it out and unbuttoned every button. She bit her lip, and the red tinge to her cheeks deepened as he unbuckled his belt. Did his little siren have a thing about belts? He pulled it out of his trousers and threw it to the floor. He’d removed his socks and shoes earlier when they’d entered their room. His pants went down along with his black boxer shorts.

He came up, and he saw her eyes widen when she stared at his cock. He had never been one for competition. He didn’t know if he was bigger or smaller than other men. He was not one to compare sizes. He fisted it in his hand. The tip wet with his juice, he spread the juice up around the head and down the sides. The vein stood out blue at the side.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

She shook her head in denial, and her hands covered her gorgeous chest. He wondered if she’d be adverse to him coming over those glorious peaks. Richard had never felt this possessive over a woman. To want to see his seed all over her body like a mark.

Richard got close and brought her nakedness against his. Her nipples thrust against his chest. The sensation had him catching his breath. Scarlet was soft and curvy and melded so perfectly next to him. He kissed her again. Her lips were so addictive. He thought about nothing other than kissing and fucking her.

“I don’t want to take you on the floor for our first time. I want the soft surface of our bed.” Richard took her hand and led her back through the doors. He’d purposefully given her a separate room to feel safe when all he wanted was for her to share his bed.

Scarlet looked like she wanted to follow him anywhere in one minute and in the next scarper. He took her lips to make her forget her fears and to realise it was only him with her. His hand ran down the dip in her back to squeeze the plump flesh of her ass. Breaking away from her lips he bent down to nibble her neck, going further to circle each nipple. With his hands on her hips he got her to sit on the edge of the bed. He followed her down and was pleased to learn from the dusting of her curls lay at the apex of her thighs that she was a natural blonde.

He waited until she eased back on the bed. Her pussy was wet and gorgeous. Resting a foot on each of his thighs as he knelt in front of her, Richard touched her cunt. The fine, blond pubic hairs did not disturb his view of her red, swollen clit.

Richard wanted to taste her dripping essence and bring her so much pleasure that she’d be begging for him to fuck her.

She jumped when his tongue eased along the line of her slit, the juice erupting on his tongue. She tasted of warm cinnamon and honey. Never before had he thought of a woman’s cum as flavour. From the small taste of her sweetness he was hooked.

Her tiny clit peeked out of its hood, and he teased it, licking and sucking her until she lay writhing underneath his hands. His fingers gathered up her juice and ran the tips round the entrance of her cunt. He pushed on finger inside her and moaned. She was so fucking tight. She hugged his finger. Her pelvis arched up, and a moan escaped out of her. Richard stopped and nudged her further up the bed. He wanted to be inside her when she came. To have her tight pussy squeezing all of him.

At the last minute he remembered to grab a condom out of the drawer. He didn’t want to use the damn thing. For the first time and every time he wanted to be bareback and have her naked against him. Who cared about pregnancy? In these moments he sure didn’t, but it had been her one condition; and he respected her enough to use one.

He tore open the wrapper and after a few attempts got the rubber on his shaft. He went over her and stared down into her pretty eyes. All day he could happily drown in them.

Grasping his cock he found her entrance and plunged all the way inside. Richard moaned while she gasped in pain. He sat up with half of his dick inside her. It was the tightest pussy he’d even been in.

Something wasn’t right in all this. The gentleman part of him told him to get off and leave the sordid contract and forget everything.

However, heaven lay in his arms, and he couldn’t give that up so easily. For the past year he’d wanted nothing more than to be with her, to hold her and taste her. Richard knew he could make it good for her.

Instead of pulling out and leaving her alone he leaned down and kissed her on the shoulder, then the neck and all the way up to her lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered and made love to her.

No fucking was necessary. He wanted the slow seduction. To have Scarlet thinking of nothing else but him. He was a selfish bastard, but it’s what he desired most in life. The pain soon changed to pleasure. Her body moved of its own accord underneath him. He took everything she had to offer and gave her more.

His shaft not fully inside her, he teased her clit with his fingers, awakening her lust for him once more. Their lips never ceased kissing, and when she began to quiver with her impending orgasm he drove his hips forward and thrust all of his cock inside her sweet, tight pussy.

They both moaned but didn’t disconnect from the torture of their kiss. It was the best kind of intimacy he’d ever known. Her nails ran down his back, scoring the skin. Slowly, he took her deeper with each plunge inside her body. The beautiful curve of her belly pressed against his pubic bone, and he found himself getting harder still. Scarlet was a full and glorious woman. His hands moved to her waist and settled on her hips, driving his cock inside her.

Richard panted as he felt his balls draw up and his semen ready to shoot. He wanted to feel her second orgasm before he hurtled over the edge.

He lifted up and placed a pillow under her hips creating a delicious angle. Her pussy and clit were on display. He licked a finger and pressed it against her clit. Her cum already supplied enough lubrication, but with Scarlet he wanted to be careful.

In seconds her climax was screaming out of her.

“Fucking hell,” he said when her cunt got tighter with the spasms of her release. He found the headboard, held on, and fucked her hard and fast. Their cries mingled, and as her release began to ebb away his built until he fucked inside her one final time and cried out. His muscles bulged when his hands tightened on the bars.

Never before had he had a release that left him light-headed. The pleasure was immense almost to the point of unbearable. He felt like he’d died and gone straight to heaven. Richard collapsed on top of her, and his face went to the curve of her neck. He inhaled her delicious fragrance and knew he’d finally come home.

“That was amazing,” he said when he lifted up.

Scarlet had fallen asleep. Richard stayed gazing down at her, his heart beating in his chest. Her eyes were closed, and her lips swollen from his kisses.

“What should I do with you? What if Wayne is right? It would explain all the gifts. I think if I wasn’t such a heartless bastard, I could quite easily fall in love with you, Scarlet Hughes.” He laid a kiss against her lips and pulled out of her body. The condom was filled with his semen.

He’d hoped the condom would split and, he’d have a bigger connection binding them together. He shook his head at the stupid avenue his head was going down. Men didn’t go out to force babies onto women to stay with them. Women, blackmailing women, did that. He dispensed with the condom and went back to bed. She’d already fallen asleep, so he wouldn’t have to deal with her getting up and leaving to go back to her own bed. For once he wanted her in his arms. The other nights he knew he’d be yearning for her.

He got inside and moulded his body around her. In no time at all she rolled over and snuggled against him. Her heat and warmth were welcome inside his cold heart.

At some point throughout the night he woke, needing her again. He rose above her, and kissing her awake he drove inside and sated himself. Loving her body was becoming another addiction to him. As he fell asleep the second time, he thought about the wetness on his cock. Strange, considering he’d been wearing a condom.

Chapter Six

Scarlet woke the following morning, surprised to see Richard still in bed with her. Her body was sore all over from his endless loving, and she pulled out of his arms. There was a point throughout the night where he’d lain above her, driving into her body and staring into her eyes, she’d lost herself.