The Domville 7 (The Domville #7) (4 page)

‘Nadja, we’ve been together for two years now. Neither of
us saw that happening, the words “settling down” weren’t in either of our
vocabularies, but here we are. I’ve never been happier, I hope that you are too,
and I think it’s time we took this relationship to the next level.’ He bit his
lower lip as he reached with his free hand into his jacket pocket. O God, this
was it, the moment I’d been dreading, and I still hadn’t formulated how I was
going to decline without hurting him. He put the velvet Havershams’ jewellery
box in front of me and gave me a nervous smile, then released my hand and
nodded to the box, indicating for me to open it. My hands were trembling as I
picked it up, and it took me a moment to pluck up the courage to open the box,
reminding myself to try and act surprised when I saw the beautiful diamond
ring.

I didn’t have to fake surprise when I snapped the box
open. Instead of the engagement ring I’d seen earlier, staring back at me was a
key. I blinked a few times as I tried to work out if my panic at the thought of
getting engaged was playing tricks with my mind. Was I seeing a key because I
didn’t want to face dealing with the ring? I ran my finger over the cold, hard
steel, then the serrated edges. No, I was definitely looking at a key. Ok, what
the hell was going on? He was going to propose and all of a sudden he’d changed
his mind? What was wrong with me? Why didn’t he want to marry me now? What had
changed in the last hour or so?

‘Say something, baby,’ he said softly, interrupting my
confused state of mind. I didn’t want to get married, but after seeing a ring,
then him swapping it for a key, I was pissed off. Seriously pissed off! I felt
pretty much how I’d imagine he’d have felt if he'd proposed and I'd turned him
down.

‘It’s a lovely looking key, very shiny,’ I managed to
say, then screwed up my face at my pathetic attempt at a response.

‘I had it cut at lunchtime for you. It’s crazy us living
apart, we spend most nights together anyway. Our sexual appetite for each other
is off the charts, so it makes sense for you to move in with me.’

‘You’re asking me to move in so we can have easy access
for sex?’ I asked, feeling a little hurt. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic
of propositions.

‘Shit. See, I’d practiced a whole speech and changed it
at the last minute and now I’ve upset you. Not just for the sex, Nadja, though
that would be a massive bonus, a fact you can’t deny. This relationship was all
about sex to start with, neither of us wanted anything serious, but here we
are, two years later, still together. We have fun, we enjoy spending time
together, even when it’s not sexual. You look after me when I’m ill, I look
after you when you’re drunk or upset. I miss you when you’re not around. I’d
like to see more of you. My place is bigger than yours, it makes more sense for
you to move in with me. So, what do you say?’ He held my gaze as he reached for
my hand again and squeezed it. I gave him a reserved smile, I really wasn’t
sure what to say. I was so thrown at his about-turn, at the fact that he’d
changed his mind.

‘It’s a big step, Devon. Our relationship works fine now,
everything’s going to change if I move in. You know that I don’t cook, I burn
everything I touch so I live on takeout. I hate cleaning and I definitely don’t
iron. Are you expecting me to be some kind of mother replacement, who looks
after you when you get in from work?’

‘I’m thirty-five and I’ve lived in my own place for fourteen
years, Nadja. I do my own cooking, cleaning, and ironing. From what I’ve seen
of your attempts to cook, I’d beg you not to if you agreed to move in. I’m not
looking for a mother replacement. We’re not getting any younger and one day I’d
like to think about marriage and children, this is just one step towards that,
to see how it works for us.’

‘One step,’ I repeated as my mind raced. Less than two
hours ago, he’d been ready for marriage, now all of a sudden he wanted to test
us living together first? What the hell had changed? I’d gone to the toilet and
he’d swapped the ring for a key? I closed my eyes for a second. He must have
read my nerves and anxiety and put two and two together. He’d realised I’d
found the ring and was in a state of panic, so he’d decided to take things a
little more gently by suggesting living together first. There was nothing wrong
with me, he hadn’t gone off me all of a sudden. He was looking after me,
putting my needs first. He was so sweet. ‘I guess we could try. It’s all just a
bit sudden, that’s all,’ I nodded as I opened my eyes to look at him. ‘Can we
just enjoy this weekend and let me have some time to process this?’

‘Of course we can,’ he nodded, a relieved look settling
on his face. He reached over and closed the velvet box, then slipped it back
into his jacket pocket. ‘How about we head back to our suite and start enjoying
ourselves right now?’

I grinned, that was one question he never had to ask me.
When it came to an offer of sex with Devon, my answer was always yes.

Nadja

We ricocheted off the suite door, Devon’s hands up
my dress and grasping at my backside, mine fisted in his hair, as our mouths
melded in a blaze of passion. Right now, I didn’t care about keys, rings, or
propositions. All I cared about was the intense longing that was sending a
tidal wave of arousal through my core, making my clit hum with need. Devon took
no prisoners when it came to any aspect of sex, but the way he was kissing me
was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Every time that I thought he couldn’t
take things to another level, he surprised me and proved me wrong. I’d never
had it so good.

‘Fuck,’ he gasped as he shunted me up the wall. My legs
automatically wrapped around his waist and his pelvis rocked against mine,
grinding his erection against my damp crotch.

‘Stop, stop,’ I moaned as his lips moved to my neck and
his fingers reached behind me to grasp the zip of my dress.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ He continued to kiss and
bite my neck, making me sigh with pleasure and nearly breaking my resolve.

‘No, I have my outfit.’

‘Jesus, Nadja. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment
you stepped out of the bedroom wearing this dress. You’ve tortured me all
night, don’t make me wait any longer,’ he demanded, forcefully yanking my zip
all the way down.

‘I promise it will be worth the wait,’ I coaxed, not able
to keep my hips from circling, allowing his erection to rub against my clit and
easing some of the tension.

‘Babe,’ he groaned, his frustration tangible.

‘How about I give you a blow job to take off the edge
first?’

‘Fine,’ he conceded with a sigh, lifting his head from
the crook of my neck to fix me with a heated look. ‘But I want you on your
knees, wearing just your heels and underwear.’

‘Deal,’ I smiled as I brought my hands from his hair to
caress his cheeks. I leaned in and kissed him again, tenderly this time, but he
was having none of it. He wasn’t in a tender mood. He wanted to fuck, hard, and
proved it by thrusting his tongue forcefully into my mouth as his fingers dug
painfully into my backside. I dropped my legs from his hips and managed to
struggle out of his embrace. I shoved his jacket from his shoulders, letting it
drop to the plush cream-carpeted floor, as he pulled at my dress, letting it
slide down my body to pool on the floor. His pupils dilated as he took in the quarter-cup
bra, my stiff nipples just resting on top of the strip of material that barely
covered any of my breasts. His breathing was coming hard and fast, matching
mine. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his trousers, spun him around, and
slammed him back against the wall, making him grunt with surprise and the
picture to his right rattle.

‘Suck me, I’m dying here,’ he demanded. I decided to
tease him the way he often did me, by slowly, and carefully, undoing each of
his shirt buttons, unveiling his magnificent chest and toned torso. My breath
caught in my throat as I ran my hands over his bare skin, making him shudder
and groan. ‘Babe, don’t make me force you down onto your knees,’ he rasped. I
leaned in to nibble his earlobe.

‘You know it will be worth the wait, Devon,’ I whispered.
My right hand dropped to lightly grip him through the material of his trousers,
barely applying any pressure as I rubbed him from root to tip and back down
again. A growl left his throat as he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself
harder into my palm. ‘I love sucking you.’

‘I love it too, so do it or I’ll forget our deal and
throw you down and fuck you on the floor so hard, you’ll get carpet burns,’ he
bit, annoyance laced in his tone. I grinned and kissed his neck as my fingers
made short work of his belt buckle, button, and zip. Devon was never patient
when he was in the mood, and right now he was feeling seriously tense. I
stepped back and shoved his trousers and boxers down under his pert backside,
letting them rest on his rugby-player thighs. His thick, heavy cock bounced
free, making my tongue dart out to dampen my lips at the sight of it. His tip
was already wet, evidence of his desperation. I kicked his ankles, forcing him
to spread his legs as far apart as he could. I’d always loved giving head
pre-Devon, but I’d never sucked a cock as firm, wide, or tasty as his, and I
rarely got a chance to, as he was always so focussed on my pleasure or the
actual fucking part of sex. For him to let me blow him was a rare thing. I
reached up to tweak my painful nipples, my eyes fixated on his cock, which was
jerking of its own accord. ‘For Christ’s sake, Nadja, do it already.’

‘Someone’s testy,’ I observed as I dropped to my knees,
one hand sliding between his thighs to cup his smooth, waxed balls. I gripped
his root with my other hand, ready to pull him into my mouth.

‘No. I don’t want you to suck me, I want to fuck your
mouth.’

I looked up at him from my kneeling position in surprise.
On the rare occasion he did let me blow him, he always let me spend ages
enjoying him, until he lost his self-restraint and would thrust harder and
faster as he approached his climax. He’d never just used my mouth as a fast way
to get off. The thought of him being so raw and aggressive, using me as a
vessel, turned me on even more. I nodded my consent and opened my mouth wide,
holding his gaze. His hands immediately grasped my hair and pulled, angling my
head up even further as he slammed into my mouth, straight to the back of my
throat, making me choke as I tried to breathe through my nose.

‘Yes,’ he groaned, holding me there, my face pressed up
against the flat, hard planes of his stomach as he gazed down at me. His
eyelids hung heavy, his blue eyes barely visible as his chest rose and fell. I
sucked in a fast breath when he pulled his hips back and his cock slid out of
my mouth until only his tip rested on my tongue. Seconds later, he plunged back
in and set a fast and punishing rhythm, holding my hair so tightly it was
bordering on painful as he used my mouth to build himself up to his peak. My
eyes were watering as he moved faster and faster, grunting each time he hit the
back of my throat. I slid my hand back, running a finger over his perineum
before slipping it into his backside, thrusting in time with his plunges into
my mouth. He groaned loudly and cursed, his hips moving at the speed of a
piston as the muscles in his stomach clenched. Thank God he was close. He
couldn’t come soon enough, I was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but in desperate
need of some relief myself. He came with the force of an Icelandic hot geyser,
his come filling the back of my throat as he roared. I swallowed again and
again. ‘Babe,’ he gasped. ‘Fuck me.’

I pulled my hand out from between his thighs and slapped
his stomach when he showed no sign of releasing his grip on me or pulling out
of my mouth. The second his fingers let go of my hair, I yanked my head back
and took in some deep gulps of air. ‘Jesus, Devon. You’ve never come so hard,’
I observed, wiping the drool from my lips.

‘Hmmmm,’ he groaned, his eyes closed and his head tipped
back against the wall.

‘Are you ok? What’s going on with you?’

‘I’m perfect now, that was incredible,’ he murmured,
slowly opening his eyes and lowering them to meet mine.

‘You just used me like some cheap slut.’ I raised my
eyebrows as I waited for an explanation.

‘I did, I needed that, and don’t tell me it didn’t turn
you on, babe.’ He cocked his eyebrow as he waited for my response. I just
scowled at him, annoyed that he was right. I was turned on, but him being like
that wasn’t normal. I really wanted to know what was going on in his head
tonight. I was as likely to win the Euro Millions lottery jackpot. Devon was a
real man’s man, he didn’t really do talks about what was going on inside. ‘You
know I love you,’ he added, his tone softening. ‘I’ve never thought of you as
cheap, or a slut, it was just a bit of role-play. Come on, get up, your turn to
come.’

He offered me one of his large hands, which I took, and
he yanked me back up onto my feet, wrapping one arm around my waist and
crushing me to him. This time, his kisses were soft and tender as he moved from
one side of my mouth to the other, then nibbled my lower lip and sucked it into
his mouth, making me moan as I thought of his skilled mouth doing just that on
my aching pussy.

‘Devon,’ I whispered, a gentle plea to put me out of my
misery that I knew he’d understand. He lifted me straight up and his tongue
teased mine as he strode into the lounge, then carefully sat me down in one of
the wingback chairs in front of the living-flame fire that had already been
lit. I leaned back on the cool, comfortable leather as he dropped to his knees
in front of me and ran a finger over the damp black material of my knickers,
grunting his approval to find the obvious evidence of my arousal. His hands
slid under my backside and lifted me up. I gripped the arms of the chair as he
deftly pulled my knickers down to my thighs, then waited for me to sit down
again and lift my ankles so he could strip them off and toss them aside. He
grabbed my hips and pulled me forward to the edge of the seat, then prised my
thighs apart, spreading my legs and hooking each one over the top of the arm
rests. My pussy quivered with need as he eyeballed it, then prised it apart
with his thumbs.

‘You did love it, you’re bloody soaking,’ he nodded, a
smug smile lifting the corners of his lips.

‘Fine, I loved it. Make me come already, then I’m going
to tease you until you’re desperate to fuck me.’

‘Fuck or make love?’ he grinned, dipping his head between
my thighs and letting his tongue sweep over my clit, making me cry out and dig
my nails into the leather below them.

‘I want you to fuck me like you’ve paid for me for the
night, like I’m nobody to you, just someone for you to use and abuse,’ I
confirmed. I wanted to turn off my confused emotions for the night and just
have sex for sex’s sake. Maybe that’s what he’d done earlier.

‘You want it rough.’ I could feel the smile on his face
as he ran his tongue from my clit to my clenching opening and back up again,
sweeping up some of my moisture and smacking his lips in delight.

‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Just like our first time.’

‘Wish granted, baby,’ he murmured, right before sucking
my clit so forcefully that all thoughts of a long, slow climax before I went to
get changed were blown, and I completely shattered and came instantly.

Devon

I sat in the armchair in front of the fire, swigging on a
bottle of chilled beer from the minibar of our suite as Nadja got ready in the
bedroom, with whatever surprise she had for me. It was a night full of
surprises. I’d booked this trip with the sole intention of proposing. Even as
I’d left her on the observation platform and had gone to get our champagne, I
had every intention of carrying out my plan. But suddenly I’d bottled it. When
she’d left me at the table and had gone to the ladies, I’d quickly swapped the
diamond ring with the key I’d had cut for her, and even now I had no idea why.
She was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman. Confident, sexy, sassy,
intelligent, and beautiful. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d lived my life
to the full before I met her. I’d fucked around, had threesomes, the odd
gangbang, more women than I could ever keep track of. I thought I’d got it all
out of my system. I mean, I’d never seen any woman more than a few times and
here I was, two years down the line with Nadja. If I couldn’t take this
relationship to the next level, I’d never do it. My thoughts were interrupted
as the bedroom door opened. My jaw dropped and I quickly put the bottle of beer
down on the table next to me and reached to grip my expanding cock through my
boxers.

‘Monsieur like?’ she asked in her best sexy French
accent, doing a twirl.

‘Yes … yes, I fucking do,’ I confirmed hoarsely. I cocked
my head as I scanned her body from top to toe. Her gorgeous long dark hair had
been pulled back into a loose bun and there was a black hat of sorts, with
white lace edges, at the front of her head. She’d gone heavy on the dark eye
makeup, making her brown eyes seem even sultrier, with a slick of hot red
lipstick, the type that would stain the base of my cock when she sucked me. Her
curvaceous body was encased in a seriously small, and tight, French maid’s
outfit, the corset of which had her breasts spilling over the top, her large
nipples just visible. The short skirt showed off a creamy strip of her slender
thighs before they were captured by the fishnet stockings held up by a black
suspender belt. Her legs looked even longer in a pair of seriously high black
heels. And what the fuck was she carrying in her hand? Some kind of flat black
duster on a handle, or maybe it was a spanking implement. Either way, I was ecstatic.