The Temptress (12 page)

‘You will remember two words for me, words you
will use if you are in anyway afraid, overloaded with pleasure, or simply need
a break. I chose for you the words “amber” for when you feel you need to warn
me that you are reaching your limits for pleasure or stamina and “black” for
when you need me to cease all activity immediately. I promise you Lulu, you say
the word black and I will stop and release you without hesitation. Repeat for
me.’

‘Amber is a warning, black is an instruction to
cease.’

‘I need you to promise to use them.’

‘I promise, if you promise to heed them,’ I
replied with a raised eyebrow, wondering if I should be turned on by this right
now.

‘I promise. I may “use women” as you so
succinctly phrased it earlier, but I don’t abuse them. I am not only a Frenchman,
but I am Luc, a renowned lover of women,’ he replied, with a twinkle in his
eye.

‘Whatever Romeo, are we doing this or what, as
I could be out dancing and drinking right now, flirting with some nice
uncomplicated Frenchman,’ I retorted. His face changed in an instant, from
playful to serious and pissed off. So, he was possessive too. I was learning
more about him without him meaning for me to. I licked my dry lower lip as he
strode forward and lifted the chain over his neck, depositing it by my knees,
the clunking noise as it slithered down weirdly arousing. He quickly took one
end of it and worked it like a sailor would a rope, somehow securing my one
wrist tightly enough that it wouldn’t slip off, but not so tight that I found
it painful. He repeated the gesture on my right hand and I could see his chest
heaving, hear the noise of his heavy breathing as he focussed on what he was
doing. Even without the protrusion of his towel it was clear he was turned on.
He tugged at the black item on his hip and lifted it to my face, covering my
eyes as he reached forward and secured it behind my head, plunging me into darkness.
It was my turn to breathe fast.

‘What are your words, Lulu,’ he whispered
against my lips.

‘Amber or black,’ I repeated, gulping as I felt
him move and heard the chain rattling again. The bed suddenly dipped and I felt
my restraints tugging at my wrists as they were lifted right above my head,
stretching my upper body, pushing my shoulders back and thrusting my breasts
forward as I kneeled on the bed. I heard a whirring noise, a clunk and then
another stretch as I was lifted up a little higher, at full stretch, then the
whirring suddenly stopped. I was at the point of hyperventilation and the words
“Black” were right on the edge of my lips, when I suddenly squealed as his lips
enveloped one of my nipples and sucked hard. ‘O God,’ I cried, as he coaxed it
to a stiff point while his fingers worked on the other one.

‘Your breasts are magnifique,’ he mumbled,
between forceful sucks and gentle bites. I whimpered as a set of fingertips
skimmed down my stomach, lightly brushing over my clit, parting my puffy flesh
as they homed straight on my clenching entrance and thrust upwards, spearing me
as he moved them skilfully in and out, raking over my g-spot again and again.
My thighs started to tremble as my mouth juddered, pleasure saturating my
system. Seriously, was there anything this man didn’t do well? He was
incredible. ‘You come for me again, you come so easily,’ he crowed, before his
thumb joined in the attack on my body, circling my clit forcefully. The chains
jangled as I shook, fighting the powerful orgasm that was about to ravage my
system, but he had me right where he wanted me, I had no way of pushing him
away, neither could I pull away, I had no choice but to let it hit me head on
like a juggernaut and screamed at the top of my lungs as my muscles clamped
around his fingers, my arousal soaking them. ‘Mon Dieu, to have days with you
would bring me much happiness,’ he groaned as his fingers suddenly slid out of
me and I heard the unmistakable sound of him sucking them.

I slumped slightly, held up by my wrists and
the strength of my thigh muscles, as I heard his bare feet walking away. I
hadn’t recovered by the time he returned and lost track of time, and orgasms,
as he spanked me with his hand and some kind of large flat implement, used ice,
wax and a feather on my nipples and skin, kissing me forcefully between his
weapons of choice, his guttural grunts telling me exactly what this was doing
to him too. I was tired, but I still craved more, the way he made my mind and
body feel was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I cried out as
something sharp pinched each nipple, it was biting and verging on painful, but
when he inserted one of his long fingers inside me, then made me suck it clean,
I could tell how much what he was doing was turning me on. I felt something
ticklish between my thighs and gasped as I heard the whirring noise again and
the pull on my wrists eased, as I was lowered down bit by bit, right until my
sex smothered his mouth.

‘Luc,’ I moaned. I was sitting on him, he was
between my legs with my pussy covering his mouth. His fingers reached up to
grip my hips as I tried to lift myself off him. What if I suffocated him? I
could be left hanging here for days, straddling his face! He firmly pulled me
back down, not that I had the strength to fight him and hold myself up, I’d
never had this many orgasms in a month before, let alone a night. I sobbed as
he went to work, but found my hips involuntarily rocking myself over his face,
his loud groans signalling his approval. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as
I was hit with a wave of orgasms, one after another, again and again, crashing
down, eroding all that I was, until I sobbed the word “amber” not sure I could
take anymore. I immediately heard the noise and felt myself lifting up, before
being lowered again, to find he was no longer between my thighs. My arms
suddenly felt heavy as they dropped and I slumped back on the bed, my legs
still tucked up under me. Luc quickly lifted me up and lay me flat on my back,
his fingers rapidly undoing the chains around my wrists and kissing them.

‘Are you ok, Lulu?’ came his concerned voice,
as the covering on my eyes was removed. I groaned my response as I tried to
open my eyes. I felt his lips on my forehead, moving across every inch of skin,
down to my cheeks and the corners of my mouth. ‘You have no idea how much that
turned me on. To hear your cries of pleasure, to see you so open to
experimentation, your beautiful body on display for me as you gave me your
trust and your pleasure,’ he groaned. I squealed and my eyes shot open as blood
painfully rushed back to my nipples as he removed what looked like a pair of
nipple clamps. ‘Tell me if it’s too much, but I need you, I want so badly to
sink into you and fill you again. I promise, after watching you come so many
times, I am primed for release, my orgasm control will fail me for the first
time in my life,’ he stated earnestly as he gazed down at me.

I was spent, but he’d just spent hours looking
after me, could I really say thanks, but dream on? I nodded and gasped as he
was inside me within seconds, his hands finding mine, his fingers weaving
between them as he held them up on the pillow and he moved inside me. This was
different to earlier, he wasn’t fucking me, he seemed to be … making love to
me? Or his version of making love at least, this was my ex Thomas’s version of
a hard fuck. I almost giggled at the thought of how pitiful it had been, but at
the time I’d thought it was ok, not great but ok. Luc though, he was in a whole
other league.

‘No,’ I mewled as I felt another climax
forming, he was going to kill me with orgasms.

‘Please, ma belle, once more, come with me, one
more time,’ he begged, as if I had any choice when my body reacted so well to
his. Our mutual climax was earth shaking as I sobbed his name. He quickly
rolled onto his side, hooking a leg over mine as he snaked his arms around me,
whispering in French as he planted kisses all over my hair and I lost the fight
to stay conscious.

I’d no idea what time it was when I felt his
lips on my neck and his hands on my body again, yet somehow my body decided it
had a small amount of strength left in it, as he gently restrained my throat
with one hand, his other holding my hair as he took me from behind, then kissed
me until I fell asleep in his arms again, lulled by his soft voice telling me
what he wanted to do to me in the morning when we woke up.

I blinked at the bright light streaming through
one of the skylights, which was angling the beam right into my eyes. I went to
move and groaned, I ached all over. I turned my head inside and inhaled sharply
to see the beautiful face of Luc on the pillow next to me, fast asleep with an
arm slung over his eyes. His face was covered in sexy stubble and he reeked of
sex. I reeked of sex. I covered my face, mortified at my behaviour last night.
Not only had I come home with him, to God knows where, I’d let him tie me up,
fuck me twice without protection and I’d ridden his face like some … I couldn’t
think of a word to sum up how I felt, but that word was not appropriate for the
Lulu McQueen from England, who was a lady at all times during sex. I carefully
sat up and checked my watch, it was already nine-thirty. Shit! We were supposed
to be checking out of our room at eleven and going shopping for the day and I
had no idea how far I was from the hotel and I needed a shower, desperately. I
looked back at Luc, grimacing to see that the sheet was barely covering his
gorgeous body. I had two choices, flee before he woke up and spare myself the
embarrassment of potentially being asked to leave now he was done with me, or
showering and risking the humiliation by waking him.

I decided on option one and slid out of bed,
tiptoeing across the room with a heavy heart. Even if there was a fraction of a
chance of him liking me as much as I liked him, he lived in Paris and I lived
in London. I classed someone living forty minutes from me as a long distance.
London to Paris wasn’t an ideal relationship.
Relationship?!
Who was I
kidding, this was a fling, a Parisian affair to break the monotony of my tired
and non-existent personal life. But I
liked
him, I more than liked him.
I screwed up my face as I pulled on my jeans. Going commando wasn’t my cup of
tea, definitely not when I was slick and full of French come. I made short work
of putting on the rest of my clothes, but left the hat, scarf and gloves on the
chaise longue. I wouldn’t feel right taking them. I had his business card back
at the hotel, maybe I just needed a bit of space to rationalise this in my
head, to accept that I was just another fuck to him. Even if I was still
thinking about him in a few weeks, I could ring him, the humiliation of being
rejected over the phone wouldn’t sting nearly as badly as in person. Maybe the
long distance thing could work, other people made it work. I mentally slapped
myself, I was being ridiculous, fantasising about a relationship with a man
who’d made it more than clear he didn’t do them. I picked up my boots and
walked quietly to the front door, slipping out with one last look at him before
I carefully pulled it behind me and ran for the stairs, too impatient to wait
for the lift. I ran down all of the flights and pulled on my boots as I reached
the bottom, then fled out of the entrance door and into a cobbled street. I had
no idea where I was, all I knew was I needed Coco.

I almost screamed for joy after running for
ages towards the sound of traffic, to find myself on a busy road and able to
flag down a taxi. I jumped in and gave the name of the hotel as I slumped back
into the seat, ignoring the pain of my blistered heel as the one in my chest
expanded at the thought that I may never see him again, or hear those sultry,
dirty words whispered in my ear and surprised myself by feeling tears rolling
down my cheeks. I wiped them away and pulled my phone out of my jacket to see a
load of missed calls and texts from Coco. How had I slept through those?
Probably
the ten or more orgasms you had last night,
I reminded myself. I ignored
all the messages and just texted her directly.

I’m on my way back, please tell me I have
time for a shower, I need one desperately.

Thank God, I was starting to get worried
about you. You had until ten-thirty before I officially started panicking. I’ll
pack for you, if you get here fast you may just have time to freshen up.
Phoebe’s itching to go shopping and we have another night in Paris. We got a
call early this morning to say the flight was overbooked and would we accept a
flight in the morning and a night in The Ritz Paris instead, naturally we bit
their hand off. Can’t wait to hear about your hot night. I’m so jealous. Hurry
xx

I’ll need my white trousers from Friday
night left out, with my black jumper please and my period knickers, sigh. I can
see the tower, I don’t think I’m too far away xx

We checked into the room at The Ritz later that
afternoon and I sank onto the bed with a groan. I was exhausted and ached all
over and we hadn’t even done half of the shopping we’d intended to do. Phoebe
was feeling sick from another night of too much alcohol, I was slowing everyone
down limping and Coco was too distracted wanting every detail of my night with
Luc, which I actually found quite painful to recount. The feel of his lips, hands
and cock, the sound of his accent and breathing, the scent of his skin, it was
all too fresh in my mind. I was kicking myself for fleeing. Coco had almost
kicked me as well, insisting his actions weren’t of a man who would have turfed
me out the minute he woke up, but I bet lots of women in his bed hadn’t
expected a reaction like that either. I pinched the top of my nose as my head
and heart waged a war, with Coco and Phoebe nagging at me in the background to
ring him.

‘Fine, you win. I’ll ring him, happy now?’ I
bit, as I sat up and started laughing as they both grinned and did a little
jig. ‘Where did you put his card? In my case?’ I asked Coco.