Michaels, Skye - Kelly's Challenge [Le Club 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

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When Justin arrived at Kelly’s apartment promptly at 8:00 that evening, Kelly was ready and waiting, albeit with a slightly queasy feeling in her stomach. After a quick glance around her small apartment which was neat and charming in a shabby chic way, he escorted her down to the Range Rover.

“I thought we would have dinner in the suite. Max took care of everything before he left for the weekend,” he said. Justin thought she looked
good enough to eat
as he helped her into the car. She was wearing black leggings that outlined her long legs, four-inch, black pumps, and a long, silky jacquard tunic in Chinese red. She knew it would complement the background in the suite and that she looked sleek and sophisticated with her black hair pulled up in a loose knot anchored by black lacquer chopsticks. Her startling, green eyes added an unexpected twist to the look.

Kelly had seen the four corner suites on the second floor of the Estate, but she had never had occasion to see the Ming Suite. It was by far the largest of the private suites and the most elaborately decorated. Oddly enough, it seemed to suit Justin to a tee.
He just looks right in this opulent oriental setting
. He was dressed in tailored black slacks and a loose, black, silk shirt tucked in and open to midchest. His feet were now bare, and his wavy, dark hair was unbound. The Chinese antiques and art were just the perfect background for his exotic good looks.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked as he settled her on the low divan in the living room. “We can eat any time.”

“Just iced tea or a soft drink,” she replied.
I think I need to keep my wits about me tonight.
A
shiver went up her spine.
This man is unrelentingly seductive
. Her fingers ached to run though his silky dark hair. Justin’s powerful masculinity was like a magnet drawing her ever closer to his sphere of influence. She could feel the increasing pull. He was like the sun drawing the planets into its orbit.

“We’ll eat on the veranda. It’s a beautiful night.” Max had organized everything, and all Justin had to do was serve the delicious dinner.

“So what do you do besides ride horses?” she asked.

“My brother and I run the family conglomerate. I mostly handle the real property holdings, the Plantation, this farm, other holdings in Europe and South America, as well as the Devereau Charitable Foundation and my personal financial matters. Jamie handles the businesses, finances, an investment fund for family members and employees, and other assorted personal financial matters. I got my law degree at Harvard with Jason, but I don’t practice law.”

The excellent meal passed pleasantly, and the flow of conversation was easy and interesting. They spoke of current events, politics, matters of local interest, and of course horses. They just fit comfortably and seemed to be sliding into a relationship as the time passed effortlessly.

Over dessert and coffee Justin said, “Would you like to take a walk down to the pond?”

“That would be lovely. One of the best things about working here is the beautiful setting.”

As they strolled down the lawn to the pond she said, “You know, I really enjoy watching your workouts every morning. You move like a jungle cat. All grace and power. It’s rather disturbing,” she admitted.

“The ritual movements are repetitive and very calming,” he explained. “I have really needed that lately. I think you should know that I have not been actively in the dating scene for some time. My fiancée was killed in a car accident eight months ago, and I have been at loose ends since then.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said sympathetically. “Everyone grieves differently, and there is no set timetable. Feelings are unpredictable.”

“Honestly, the fact that we had been having some problems prior to her death has made it more difficult for me to deal with my feelings for her. Feeling guilty makes the whole process harder.”

Kelly could see that he was struggling with his emotions. She ached to comfort him. “Sometimes a person just has to work through the process in their own time. You can’t rush it. Hopefully you will know when you’re ready to move on.”

“Jester was Alexa’s dressage horse. I brought him home from Palm Beach after the accident. I think we got each other through the initial stages of grieving. I don’t know what I would have done without him to keep my mind occupied. I think you reminded him of her today,” he said.

“Do I remind you of her?” she asked tentatively.

“Absolutely not. I can’t imagine two women more different in looks and temperament than you and Alexa. Frankly, the last thing I want is another relationship like the one we shared. We both had a lot of baggage, especially Alexa. But that’s her story, and I don’t feel comfortable sharing those intimate details with anyone.”

Holding hands they continued their walk around the pond and finally sat on a cast iron bench overlooking the water.

“I love watching the black swans,” she said. “They’re so elegant.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her gently, exploring the soft place under her ear and along her temple. Slowly the kiss intensified and became more demanding.
He definitely isn’t thinking about Alexa now. I have his full and undivided attention.
Kelly gasped as his lips became more demanding and plundered hers. Opening her mouth, she invited him in as she leaned into his strong arms. He nipped her upper lip and then her ear. She felt weak-kneed and her pussy gushed hot cream. She was glad she had his wide shoulders for support. She had never had such a strong reaction to a simple kiss before. Justin’s lips cruised down Kelly’s neck and into the vee of her silk top, nudging the lapels apart as he ran his tongue around the top of the lacy, black bra she wore. He took the nipple of her breast into his mouth and sucked it through the lace of her bra. The sensation of his hot mouth on her breast was exquisite.

“This bra has to go,” he whispered against her throat. He ran his hard, strong hands up her arms, down her silk-covered back and over her high, round bottom. “God, you feel good,” he groaned. “Do you want to go back upstairs and make love, or do you want me to take you home? The decision is yours.”

She was having a hard time concentrating. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Justin, I want to make love with you, but I’m concerned about this…you know, the D/s stuff,” she said tentatively. “I don’t know anything about it, and I’m not sure I want to.”

“I can do vanilla when it’s called for. But we might want to open your horizons to some new experiences, when you’re ready, or if you’re ready,” he responded taking her hand and walking back to the house. “Frankly, most of my relationships in the past have been D/s relationships, but few couples can sustain that level of intensity twenty-four seven. It should be a highlight, not the main focus. That was part of the problem with my relationship with Alexa. She had come to depend on the D/s element too heavily.

“Do you think you can adjust to a less intense relationship?” Kelly asked doubtfully.

“I’d certainly like to try. I wasn’t happy the other way. I’ve never been into really heavy BDSM. I’m not interested in extreme bondage or whipping or anything like that. Make your decision now, the suite or the car. I won’t pressure you, and our friendship will continue along just as it is,” he said with a little steel working its way into his voice.

“The suite,” she said smiling. She didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity for a new experience, and she found herself wildly attracted to Justin. Kelly’s sexual experiences to date had been adequate but uninspiring. She just knew there was more, and she was ready to reach out for it. The boys she had dated during her high school years had been just that, boys, and no more ready for a real relationship than she. The young men she had dated in college had not been much more mature than the boys of high school. She had entered into her few sexual encounters more for the experience than for the emotion. She felt that she was now ready for a mature relationship, and she hoped Justin could be the man she was looking for. Although she had not known him long, Kelly felt that Justin had a depth to his character and a wealth of experience that had been lacking in her prior relationships. She was ready for a real man, not a fantasy dream lover. She was ready to trust him with her emotional as well as her physical wellbeing.

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In the suite, Justin took Kelly’s hand and walked her to the master bedroom. He slowly unbuttoned her silk tunic and slipped if off her shoulders. He slid the leggings down her legs and she was left standing in four-inch heels, a black thong, and black, lace bra.
Very nice!
he thought. “You’re just beautiful you know. So sweet and unsullied. So different…” he hesitated.
So different from Alexa
. The extreme relationship he and Alexa had shared had left Justin with a bad feeling. He didn’t want to repeat that type of situation with Kelly.

Kelly unbuttoned Justin’s black silk shirt and pulled it from the waistband of his trousers. She ran her hands through the dark hair on his muscled chest and sighed. His body was like a marble statue, perfectly in proportion and completely symmetrical. He slipped out of his trousers and stood naked, his body tan and well-muscled, and his cock fully erect. He could see her reaction as she swallowed hard and her mouth seemed to go dry.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen, with clothes or without,” Kelly said, as she looked at his darkly rugged perfection.

Justin picked her up and carried her to the red, satin-covered bed and laid her in the center. He knelt beside her on the bed and just looked at her. This was different for him, a sexual encounter with no Dom/sub overtones. He removed her bra and thong and took off the four-inch spike heels one by one.

Vanilla sex had never been the mainstay of his repertoire. Justin had been introduced to the kinkier aspects of sexuality at a young age. He and his brother had watched their father’s activities in his private playroom in the slave quarters at the Devereau Plantation for some time before they had been discovered. They thought it was just an amazing adventure. Phillip Devereau had promptly sent them to Jesuit boarding school in Pennsylvania. Far enough away, Phillip thought, to keep them out of trouble. That, of course, was overly optimistic and definitely not to be the case. The two boys had given the Jesuits a run for their money! Away from home and Max, the only steady male adult in their lives, they had run rampant at boarding school. They had fallen in with a wild crowd of young men with too much money and too much free time. Before things had gotten too far out of hand, Max had stepped in to settle them down with the none too gentle assistance of the Jesuit fathers who were no fools and not known for putting up with any monkey business. All in all, it had been a good experience for both the brothers, who still had some vivid memories of the character-building encounters.

Justin ran his hands down her body, stopping to enjoy the journey from beautiful, high, round breasts, then over her sweetly curved belly, to the curly nest of dark hair, neatly trimmed, encircling her sweet, pink pussy. He spread her legs and ran his fingers along her slit, circling her now pulsing clit. She was wet and ready, but he was going to take his time and make this a truly memorable experience. He had all the control of a very experienced lover, and he could tell that her experience was limited.

“Justin, please…this is embarrassing.”

“Don’t tell me no one has ever played with this beautiful pussy,” he said. “That would be a crime against nature.” He dipped two fingers into her aching channel and slowly withdrew them, plunging again and again as she strained upward toward his hand. She sighed. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“You know it does. I want to touch you, Justin.”

“You will. Just let me take care of you right now.” Justin wove a magical spell of arousal around her. He continued to play with Kelly’s drenched pussy, bringing her close to climax but always changing rhythm at the last moment to prolong the pleasure. When he felt that she could take the sensual torture no longer, he drove his cock to the hilt into her waiting pussy and began the fierce rocking motion, hard and fast, that would bring them both to completion. When Kelly screamed out her orgasm, Justin followed her over with a groan of satisfaction. Gathering her in close, he held her while her pounding heart calmed.

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Kelly ran her hands over his broad, muscular chest, and sighed with contentment. “Justin, I never knew it could be this good,” she said.
This is better than I ever thought it could be. I never really did get what the big deal was with sex. Who knew? Well, obviously everyone else!