The Dark Art of Persuasion (3 page)

“Ah, honey, you are so wet, so ready for me.” His words are whispered as he holds her gaze, and he slips first one long finger then a second inside her. She’s tight, very tight, but hot and slick. He’s rewarded by a faint gasp as she lifts her hips for him, silently begging for more. His instinct is to give her what she wants, to stroke and caress and bring her back to bubbling, explosive orgasm, but he has a mission to fulfil first. He needs her promise, and he
will
have it.

“I want to fuck you. You know that, don’t you?” His tone is firm, matter of fact, deliberately calm as he slides his fingers in and out of her tight pussy. He can feel her inner muscles clenching around his hand, and can sense her nervousness at this new and even more intense turn of events. He’s relentless though, pressing her for an answer as her eyelids drift closed. “Don’t you?” His tone hardens, and he works his fingers inside her to stretch and caress her pussy. He wants her attention, her undivided attention. And he wants her response. “Answer me, Miss Byrne.”

Her eyes flicker open, and he hears her throaty “Yes” before her lids drift down again. So far so good, but he needs to force the issue now, demand her obedience.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Miss Byrne.” He deliberately makes his tone more governing, never raising his voice because he has no need to, but wrapping his words in that thread of Dom steel he’s managed to cultivate over the years—his clipped, unyielding tone which indicates to any sub on the receiving end that he’s deadly serious and she needs to obey. Now. The effect is not lost on Eva, especially when he slides his fingers out of her, right to the very tips, and hovers there. He uses his fingertips to once more trace the entrance to her pussy, parting the lips, circling the entrance before plunging them deep again.

He deliberately keeps his voice soft as he leans in to speak to her again. “Do I have your attention, Miss Byrne?”

Eva opens her eyes, gazing at him, her expression a truly delightful mix of uncertainty, confusion, a hint of fear, and a hefty dose of pure lust.

Ah, Jesus, she’s superb. Absolutely fucking breathtaking.

Her body jerks as he plunges his fingers deep into her again and her eyes are now locked on his. “Yes,” she whispers, in answer to his question, then, “What are you doing?”

He can’t help thinking it must be pretty bloody obvious what he’s doing, but refrains from pointing that out. Instead he opts to check she’s okay. He doesn’t think he’s being rough with her, but still.

“Am I hurting you?” he says, while leaning close to her ear to whisper the words. Her artless response causes his cock to leap.

“No. No, that feels fabulous.”

He groans inwardly.
Soon, baby, very, very soon…

No point beating about the bush now, so to speak. He continues to finger fuck her as he presses home his advantage. “Mmmm, I think so too, Miss Byrne. You’re so hot and wet and tight, and I want to put my cock inside you, here…” Another deep thrust with his fingers, fast and sharp. He angles and curls his fingers inside her, instinctively watching, measuring her responses to find the one sweet spot where her nerve endings coalesce and the sensitivity is highest. He finds it, rubs, and her pussy is clenching hard now, her breath catching as her body once more arches under him. And he knows she’s ready to come again. This time though, there will be a price.

“Deep and hard and fast, until you scream. I like it that you scream when I make you come. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand. With your permission, of course. Is that okay with you, Miss Byrne?”

She doesn’t answer, just continues to moan and squeeze her pussy around his fingers, seemingly beyond coherent thought. He’s unrelenting though. She’ll have her orgasm, and more besides, but first, he’ll have his answer.

“Miss Byrne? I don’t think you’re listening to me. I said I want to fuck you, but only if you agree. Will you agree, Miss Byrne?”

He waits, watches her expression closely, smiling to himself at her slight frown of puzzlement as she tries to make sense of what he wants. He’ll give her time, repeat the question as much as she needs, but he won’t let up the pressure. He
will
have his answer. And then, only then, will he let her come.

“Yes.” Her response is a whisper, but clear. He can do no less than be equally clear with her.

“Ah, that’s good then. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and deep, and then again, long and slow and easy. I want you under me, on top of me. I want to fuck you up against the wall, and I want to fuck you from behind, bent over a table like this one. I want you in lots of ways, Miss Byrne. There are so many things I want to do to you, and you’re going to love it. Well, most of it. I’m going to enjoy fucking you in every which way I want, Miss Byrne. Will that be alright with you?”

He angles his hand in order to be able to lightly rub her clit with the pad of his thumb, and hears her faint “Yes” once more. He goes in for the final onslaught.

“But not on this table, not now. I want to take my time with you, all the time we need. So not here, not now, not with Mrs Richardson and Rosie hovering outside. Come with me to Leeds. Come to the dinner, be wined and dined and spend the night with me. Say yes, Miss Byrne.”

A moment more of confused frowning, then a groan of pleasure as he strokes her pussy again. That’s enough, the tipping point again.

“Yes, yes, I’ll come. Please, I need…”

He slides his fingers in and out of her pussy slowly now, a third one also inside her, stretching, stroking, the rhythm regular but not yet hard enough to provide all the friction she needs. She’s close though, very close. She’s thrusting her hips up at him, squeezing her inner muscles against his fingers, seeking to intensify the sensations. He slows the strokes even more, deliberately denying what she needs, but almost there…

“I know you’re going to come, very soon. Very hard. And you’ll scream for me again. Won’t you, sweetheart?” Another deep thrust, another flick of his thumb over her throbbing clit.

“Say you’ll come to Leeds with me. Say that too, sweetheart.”

She’s almost sobbing now. “I’ll come to Leeds. I’ll come. Please, I need…”

Satisfied he has his answer, he leans over her again. “I know what you need.” And he lowers his head to take her lips again in a long, sensual kiss. He plunges his tongue into her mouth, thrusting it in and out to the same rhythm he’s now picking up deep within her pussy, hard and fast and firm. And she shatters.

Her scream this time might have brought a worried Mrs Richardson hurtling back through the door but he manages to muffle it, his mouth still on hers. He made her wait, made her work for this release, and the impact when he finally lets her come is shattering. He can feel her body bucking and shaking, her pussy clenching and convulsing around his thrusting fingers. He slants his thrusts to hit her G-spot each time, deliberately building and drawing out the pleasure for her. She’s given him what he wanted, and now he wants to please her, delight her. And most importantly of all, leave her with a healthy appetite for more.

At last, she’s still again. Lying flat on the table, her breathing only slightly ragged, her eyes closed, her expression now one of utter contentment. Nathan straightens and slowly slides his fingers from her pussy, more than a little pleased with his morning’s work so far. And it’s not yet nine thirty.

He gazes down at her, still spread out on his table, a feast waiting to be enjoyed. Her naked breasts are lifting slightly with each breath, her nipples still perfectly erect and swollen. Her thighs are spread wide and she’s making no attempt to move or adjust her clothing. She’s his, for the taking, now. Just as he wanted her.

Ignoring the insistent and painful twitching of his cock, and the even more painful ache in his balls, Nathan steps away, watching Eva’s face as she returns fully to her senses. He almost laughs out loud as she opens her mouth, and thanks him politely.

He can do polite too. “You’re very welcome, Miss Byrne.”

She pulls herself up to sit on the edge of the table, straightening her skirt and underwear. Meanwhile, after a sharp glance at the door, Nathan reaches down to pick her discarded T-shirt and quickly helps her back into it. “So, Leeds on Thursday, then?”

“Go on, love, you’ll have a lovely time.” Mrs Richardson chips in her comment as she hurries back in through the door. He heard her footsteps outside and only just managed to get Eva’s top back on in time. Whilst he had no illusions that Mrs Richardson knew what was going on, rubbing everyone’s face in it is just tacky. And in any case, where Grace goes, Rosie won’t be far behind.

He can’t hide his smirk of amusement though as, startled by the sudden reappearance of the housekeeper, Eva glances sharply to either side of her. At last she’s remembering exactly where she is, perched on the edge of the kitchen table, the breakfast crockery still around her. He can’t help thinking she gives a whole new meaning to ‘breakfast roll’.

Grace makes herself busy, tidying up her domain, once more assuming supremacy in her territory. Nathan is painfully aware though of his rampant erection threatening to burst the front of his jeans, and wonders if perhaps he should have ordered Grace out for a little longer and finish what he started. Any such notion is dispelled, totally and absolutely, by the arrival of Rosie, his eight-year-old daughter, dancing into the room on the hunt for food and cuddles.

“Who’ll have a lovely time?” Rosie asks as she heads straight for her father who has settled into a seat at the table, hoping to conceal his telltale bulge. As Rosie makes to clamber onto his knee he could swear Eva giggles as she slips from the table and seats herself primly, sedately and oh-so-very-modestly.

He glances at her sharply. He’s her Dom. He’s yet to instruct her in the full implications of this, but he’ll start by not having her take the piss. Her face straightens instantly, which is gratifying, but then his attention is diverted into a frantic effort to stop Rosie making it onto is lap, for both their sakes. He catches her in mid scramble and swings her up onto the table to face him, swiftly trapping her swinging legs between his knees. And he sighs in relief as, disaster averted, Rosie flings her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek.

“Is Miss Byrne your girlfriend yet? Have you been kissing her again?”

Nathan risks another glance at Eva, and is further gratified at her obvious mortification. She’s blushing furiously, her face a decidedly fetching shade of pink as she recalls all the kisses and so much more. He allows himself a few moments to imagine her pretty little bottom turning to exactly the same shade as he treats her to the spanking she richly deserves, and which he fully intends to administer the first chance he gets.

Thursday can’t come soon enough.