For His Desire (Full Trilogy) (6 page)

“You need to trust me,” Michael said simply.  “If you don’t, this won’t work.”

For Elena, those words were all she needed to hear in order to move.  She followed Michael through the doorway and into the hall.  If Michael had any hesitation or fear that his staff might see her, he gave no indication.  Elena took a deep breath as she walked down the hall.  There was so much room in his home but Elena kept turning her head, looking for servants or listening for footsteps.  Still, she followed, needing to trust Michael as much as he needed her to trust him.

Elena found that focusing on Michael’s ass as he walked was a wonderful distraction and she did so.  She was familiar enough with the house that she saw they were walking toward his bedroom and she practically purred, just thinking of the fun they had had in there on early occasions.

Michael led her through the bedroom into the attached bathroom.  Elena felt excitement but definite curiosity about why they had bypassed the bedroom.  “I want to shave you,” Michael said.

Elena felt her knees weaken.  It felt like such an intimate act, but she wanted to show Michael that she did trust him – or at least she was open to trusting him.  She was already there naked before him and she knew that there wasn’t any place she would rather be.  Elena nodded and Michael approached her, placing his hands between her legs and spreading her labia.

She thrust against him, wanting to feel his hands inside of her.  “Patience, Elena,” he said and there was such a tone of affection to his voice that she felt she couldn’t breathe.  “First things first.”  He removed his hand and helped Elena down onto the floor.  He rested her head on a rug and stretched out her arms and legs.

Michael disappeared into the bedroom and returned moments later with a few items in his hands.  Elena kept her limbs where he placed them even though she really wanted to touch herself, to feel her own wetness.  Michael placed leather restraints around her wrists and he connected them to a bar at the bottom of the sink.

Michael placed restraints at her ankles and pulled her legs apart, tying them to bolts on his wall.  Her legs were forced uncomfortably apart, but she didn’t want to complain.  She was wet and growing wetter by the moment.

Once she was tied tightly, Michael placed a blindfold on her.  He stroked her pussy, brushing his hand against the hair and Elena began struggling against the restraints, wanting to feel Michael inside of her.  He removed his hand and Elena whimpered.  She heard Michael’s soft chuckle.

Elena heard the running water and felt the cold sensation of the shaving cream as Michael rubbed it gently into her skin.  “Hold still,” he told her.  “I don’t want to cut you.”  Elena tried to force herself to be still and it was difficult for her.  She knew she was moving around a bit, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.

Michael’s fingers kept sliding over her clit, which made it harder still for her to stop moving.  Elena felt herself growing wetter, but soon his hand was gone and instead she felt the razor in its place.  The blade was cold, but Michael’s touch was gentle as he slid it over her skin.  The razor slid over her skin with

agonizing slowness, discovering each hidden part of her sex.

As Elena was being shaved, she felt the cold of the floor against her skin.  Her legs ached from having them pulled so far apart, but each ache only made it more exciting and arousing for her.  She tried closing her legs, just out of habit, but they would not budge.  Michael had done a thorough job with tying and now he was showing the same skill to removing her hair.

The combination of the cold shaving cream and the warm water fueled Elena’s excitement.  Though Elena remained fearful that Michael might cut her, she held still and let him shave her.  In the moment, she felt as though she was his to do with as he wished and she wanted it that way.  She felt her pussy gush at that thought, at the thought that he was marking her in the way he wanted.

Michael took his time, being thorough and Elena whimpered as the blade slid across her skin.  Finally, Michael rinsed the remainder of the shaving cream and dried her pussy and thighs.  He untied one of her hands and placed it on her pussy.  “Feel it,” he instructed and Elena felt the unfamiliar smoothness.

It felt so different and her sensitivity was heightened.  She rubbed her fingers over herself, feeling raw and sexual and enjoying those feelings.  “It looks beautiful,” Michael whispered.  His hands joined hers, caressing the smooth skin.  Elena placed her fingers over her clit as well and Michael removed her hand, tying it again above her head.

“Let me,” he said.  His fingers explored her and Elena sighed with pleasure.  She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt; had she known, she would have shaved years ago.  Her hands were feeling numb and her thighs aching from being apart.  Elena felt as though she had literally never been as open as she was in this moment.  She belonged to Michael and she knew that he could do anything he wished.

“Touch me,” she said.  “Please touch me.”  Elena knew she was begging but she didn’t care.  Michael’s fingers were working their magic.  “Fuck me, Michael,” she called to him.  “Fuck me.”

Michael’s fingers disappeared and Elena groaned in disappointment.  She was hopeful though that his cock would follow.  Her legs were spread so wide for him and she was so wet that she knew she was soaking that bathroom floor.

Michael’s hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingertips.  Elena gasped, on fire for him.  “You’re so beautiful, Elena.  All spread out for me and helpless.”  As though to demonstrate this, he thrust his finger into her aching, need cunt and she moaned.  “Michael, Michael.”

He thrust his finger in and out and she tried to move against him, though she was limited by the tight restraints.  She began breathing harder and Michael pulled his finger away.  “No,” she cried out in frustration, but his finger was quickly replaced by his tongue.  Michael’s tongue licked at her bald cunt and the sensation was almost too much for her to bear.

His mouth was on her, in her and Elena felt that he would devour her.  She felt alive and sexual in ways she had never imagined.  Her feelings went beyond sexual, though, as Michael kissed her inner thighs.  His lips pressed to her skin felt heavenly and she could feel his breath on her bare flesh.

She pulled against the rope, feeling a savage desire inside of her that Michael understood without her having to explain.  He ratcheted her desire, degree by agonizing degree, and she begged him, pleaded with him to lick her and suck her harder and faster, to take her clit into his mouth.  She was saying words that she never thought she would be able to say to someone and Michael was bringing that out of her.

Slowly the orgasm built within her and she screamed out with abandon as it tore through her.  “Michael,” she cried, her hands clenching into fists as she tried to reach for him even though she could not.  The intensity both physical and mental surprised her and her body went limp beneath him.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear as he untied her restraints, rubbing her wrists and her ankles.  He took off her blindfold and Elena curled up next to him, not caring about the cold floor.  She just needed a moment to bask in the wonder of the intense sensations.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Michael said, helping Elena to her feet.  She noticed that his shower was large, a far cry from her small shower at home that would barely accommodate two people.  Michael set her under the warm spray and Elena let the water run over her.  It felt good to her after the cold of the floor and she moved back to allow Michael access to the water.

He grabbed the soap, the source of the wonderful smell that she could faintly smell on his shirts and began lathering her back.  She moaned, as it felt wonderful to have his hands on her and she wanted to turn around to return the favor.  He stopped her, though.  “Let me.”  He rubbed her legs and his hands lingered between her legs where she was now as smooth as the rest of her skin.

Elena gasped when Michael’s hands slid up her stomach to her breasts, lingering at her nipples well after they were clean.  She couldn’t help herself now; Elena turned around and flung her arms around Michael’s neck pulling him to her and kissing him deeply.  She had wanted so much to please him and now he was doing all the pleasing.  She didn’t quite understand yet that allowing Michael to do as he wanted was what gave him pleasure.

He kissed her deeply and she could taste herself in his mouth.  It was sweet and his taste was always good.  His hands explored her ass, rubbing her smooth skin before giving her a light tap.

Michael handed the soap to Elena and she started washing his shoulders and arms, feeling the flutters in her stomach from the sight of his nakedness.  His erect cock was pressed against her thigh, but Elena wanted to be as thorough as Michael had been.  She washed his chest and flat stomach and then skipped to his legs, wanting to tease him as he had teased her.

“You like to tease?” he asked and Elena knew he would not forget that.  It seemed that Michael forgot very little and that was part of what she was enjoying about getting to know him.

Elena moved her hands to Michael’s erect cock, gently soaping it and massaging it while Michael moaned.  She was thrilled that he was reacting to her touch, that his cock was throbbing in her hand as she washed it.  She made sure to clean the shaft and then moved her hand to his testicles, which she washed with the same care.  She watched Michael’s face, seeing his arousal written there.  Michael, who was always so impassive, was aroused and it was because of her.

Once the soap was washed away, Elena decided to do a bit more teasing.  She turned back around and ground her ass against Michael’s erection, hearing him groan again and feeling the rush of power from knowing the effect he was having on her.  As his cock stiffened more, she rubbed against him a bit harder.

“You like games?” he asked, his voice low in her ear and she shivered despite the warmth of the water.  “I’ll play games with you, Elena.  Put your hands against the wall.”  Elena reached out and pressed her palms against the tiled wall and Michael stood behind her, exploring her body.  “Keep them there.”

Michael spread Elena’s legs and rubbed his cock against her bare, moist pussy before thrusting inside of her.  Elena groaned, trying to move against him, but it was impossible in her position.  He held her hips and fucked her, his cock deep inside of her as she forced herself to maintain her stance.  Her first instinct was to move her hands so she could touch him, but she found that she really wanted to give up that control to him, to do as he told her to.

His cock filled her again and again, its length exploring her as the water fell upon them both.  He held her hip with a hand and reached around her with the other, seeking her clit and pinching it between his fingers.  It hurt, that intrusion upon her sensitive flesh, but she found herself responding to the mild pain with an arousal that grew.  She pushed herself against Michael’s hand as he stroked her and pinched her.

Elena felt like an animal as he fucked her, so deep was her desire for this man and if she could have devoured him, she would have.  Her clit was aching and he fucked her harder and this time her climax built faster.  She wanted to scream at him to stop and she wanted to scream at him to never stop.  He was doing just as he wanted and that knowledge brought her orgasm nearer.

When she exploded it was strong.  She surrendered to the pain and to the pleasure together and felt her muscles contracting around Michael’s hard cock.  He came deep within her at the same time and only his arms around her kept Elena from collapsing onto the floor of the shower.  He turned her around so she was facing him.

Michael held onto her as Elena tried to explain how she felt.  “It was so . . .” She stopped, not knowing what to say, but Michael brushed her wet hair from her face and said “I know.”  The pain had made it better for her and for him as well.  She knew that without his having to say and though it was scary, she felt treasured at the same time.  He held onto her beneath the spray, her head resting on his chest and listening to his heart beating, knowing it was beating for her.

“We’ve talked about this before, haven’t we Elena?” Michael asked, his voice even but his tone indicating his disappointment.  He was still dressed from work and Elena knew he had had a long day.  She wasn’t making it any better and she was sorry for that.

“Yes,” Elena said.  “Yes, we did.”  Elena couldn’t even look at him, knowing that he was right to be disappointed but she hated being the cause.  He had talked to her about her temper, particularly when she was working.