19. Nineteen

Nineteen

A rt drives like a lunatic through the streets of London on the short trip back. The journey is carried out in total silence. By the time we pull up outside the apartment, the sexual tension in the car is almost palpable. I'm helped out of the car by a large strong hand and walked through the entrance doors.

"Good evening, Mr Black, Miss Ward." Derek, the concierge, welcomes us with a warm smile, but Art barely registers the greeting.

"Evening, Derek," I call over my shoulder, not wishing to seem rude, but that's the extent of the greeting I'm allowed to give before I'm hurried up the stairs. Clearly, I'm not moving quickly enough because Art wraps an arm around my waist, forcing me to keep up with his pace as his long legs hurry up the stairs.

By the time we reach his front door, he appears completely unaffected by the three sets of stairs we've just run up, while I'm panting like I've just run a marathon. He unlocks the door, pushes it open at lightning speed, and I'm pulled inside .

I don't get a chance to catch my breath. As soon as I step foot across the threshold, he rounds on me. Hot lips attack mine and his body covers all of me, propelling me backwards against the door, slamming it closed with a bang. His tongue's in my mouth as he kisses me hard, forcing all the air out of my body. Then as quickly as the kiss started, he pulls away and tugs me through to the bedroom.

I blink through the spots on the edge of my vision, feeling in a daze as I touch my fingers to my bruised lips and get my bearings. I stand at the end of the bed, panting and confused by the sudden change in pace. He shrugs off his jacket and slings it over the chaise longue at the end of the bed, then swiftly unbuttons his shirt and peels it off his body. He's not wasting any time and the speed at which he's undressing makes me think he's got something planned. Right now, I don't care. The knowledge that his body will be on mine in a few seconds fans the flames of desire that started back at the restaurant. I drink in his glorious physique as he strips naked.

My teeth catch on my bottom lip as my breathing becomes laboured and now, I'm panting for a whole different reason as he stands naked in front of me with his erection standing unashamedly to attention. Disappointment shoots through me as instead of moving towards me, he shifts backwards and settles down on one end of the chaise longue. He relaxes, draping both arms along the back of the seat. He looks at me as if he's eyeing up a much longed-for gift, and he cocks his head to the left.

"Strip for me."

Panic zaps through me. I've never been asked to do this before. Where the hell do I start? My brain launches into overdrive as I try and think of how to be sexy. Big mistake. My mind goes blank. I take a deep breath and give myself a mental talking-to. I can do this. I want to do this. I instinctively turn around so that my back's to him as it gives me a moment's reprieve from his scrutinising gaze. I briefly close my eyes and tell myself to relax. I flick my hair over my right shoulder and place my fingers on the side zip of my dress, sliding it all the way down, then peel the straps off my shoulders and shimmy out of the red material, letting it pool at my feet. The room is filled with an intimidating silence and I have no way to tell whether he's enjoying this or not, but I carry on .

I slide my hands around my back and undo the clasp, catching my black lace bra between my thumb and fore finger. I cast a coy glance over my shoulder and sling the bra over my head and watch it land at his feet. He doesn't move to catch it. His eyes are almost black as he stares at me.

I turn back round to face the bed and smile to myself that what I'm doing seems to be having the desired effect. Jutting my backside out, I push my fingers into the hips of my lace knickers and tease them down, wiggling my bum a little until they hit the floor. I step out of them and kick off my heels then slowly turn to face him.

His gaze is a mix of admiration and awe. "I can't believe you're mine."

My heart squeezes. I can't believe he's mine.

"Well, you'd better believe it," I breathe. I'm waiting for him to get up, but he doesn't; he carries on sitting there and makes no attempt to move.

"Lie back on the bed and pleasure yourself."

I baulk, my mouth gaping at the demand. Stripping for a guy is one thing, but this is in another realm. "What?"

His tone softens slightly as if sensing my unease. "I want to watch you come. You're stunning when you lose control and let go."

I glance hesitantly at the bed, then look back at him, waiting for me to begin.

"You've a beautiful body, I want to see you take pleasure from it."

Nerves churn in my stomach as I settle down on the edge of the bed and lie back against the sheets. Of course, I've done this before. I've been single for three years, but this is the first time I've had an audience. Closing my eyes, I once again tell myself to relax. I slide my hand across my hip bone and brush against my pubic hair. My fingers find my swollen clitoris and I begin slow, steady strokes, relaxing into it. A warm tingle of pressure is already building, and my breathing is laboured.

I know this won't take long as I feel the dampness of arousal coat my fingertips and push two fingers inside the tight, heat between my legs, curling them against the front wall of my vagina. The slickness between my legs increases, permeating the silent bedroom and I moan as my muscles quiver around my fingers. My inhibitions dissolve with every thrust of my hand and all I can think about is coming. My eyelids flutter open and I lower my gaze to find him sitting perfectly still. The only movement is coming from his heaving chest. His eyes burn into me. The tip of his erection is glistening with pre-cum and the knowledge that he's getting pleasure from watching me ratchets me even closer to the edge. Warmth prickles across my naked flesh as the tension in my core reaches a peak and I arch my back into the bed and cry out in ecstasy. My muscles spasm around my fingers as my climax shudders through my body.

A warm, fuzzy post-orgasmic cloud descends around me as my body goes limp and my mind blank. The mattress dips and I open my eyes as I feel hands grip my thighs and yank them wide. He kneels between my legs. His eyes are blazing into mine as he picks up my hand and slides my damp fingers into his mouth and sucks. I moan aloud because he's filthy and the fizzle at my centre tells me I like it.

He releases my hand and lets it drop to the bed. "You're so fucking sexy."

His words ring in my ears and my breathing begins to pick up a pace again as he locks eyes with me, and he lowers his head between my thighs. I draw in a lungful of air, certain I'll burst into flames if he's about to do what I think he is. He keeps his eyes on me as his long hot tongue licks my hyper-sensitive clit and I whimper in delight.

"I'm addicted to the taste of you," he breathes but before I can get used to it, his weight shifts off me, and he slides off the end of the bed.

He can't leave me hanging like this and I barely manage to pant out the question, "Where are you going?"

He flashes a wicked smile before he disappears into the wardrobe for a few moments, then reappears holding something in the palm of his hand. He crawls back up the bed and straddles me, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight.

"I've bought these for you." He uncurls his palm and reveals two, small metal clips attached by a metal chain.

My eyes slide from the clips to his face. "What are they?"

"Nipple clamps."

The word puts me immediately on edge. I frown. "Clamps? "

"I noticed you enjoyed nipple play. I'd like you to try wearing them because I think you'll enjoy them."

I cast a dubious look at the clamps. "Will they hurt?"

"A little at first, but that will turn into pleasure. Trust me."

I lift my eyes to find him watching me closely. I know he won't hurt me.

"Okay." I nod.

"Good. Lie back down," he instructs. "Now you need to choose a safe word in case they get too much. If you use it, I'll stop."

I settle back down on the sheets and think. "Okay, how about red?"

He gives a nod of approval. "Good. Now this will feel sharp at first." I brace myself as he takes the first clamp, applies pressure to the ends, and opens it up, then holds my right breast and places the clamp on the bud of my nipple.

I draw in a sharp intake of breath and tense at the intense pinching sensation, but find I get used to it after a few moments.

"Is that okay?"

I nod.

He does the same with my left nipple and this time I'm prepared for the initial discomfort.

"Remember to use your safe word if you need to."

"Okay."

He closes a hand around each of my wrists, raising them above my head and pinning them into the mattress, using one hand to keep them there as he shifts over me, so that his body is covering mine. I feel the wet tip of his cock press against my damp entrance, then he drives inside me with an impatient force making me cry out in surprise.

I twist my head into the bed and draw in a shaky breath as the tell-tale throb of my orgasm quickly builds.

"I'm addicted to the feel of you." His hot breath caresses my cheek, and he presses his lips to the base of my throat as he fucks me with an urgent need, driving the breath from my body with every thrust. He's possessing me, in every sense of the word, and scrambling my brain.

I'm addicted to all of him. His taste, his touch, his scent. I've known him a week but when we're together like this, I can't imagine him not being in my life because he's consumed every part of me.

My eyes snap closed, and I dig my fingers into the hand that's holding me down, I'm desperate to touch him.

He tugs at the metal chain that links the two clamps together. I let out a squeal as a fizzle of pleasure shoots through to my centre and my muscles tense around him.

"You feel like velvet," he groans.

All of this is proving too much. The nipple clamps, my over-sensitised nether regions and the fierceness with which he's taking me are morphing together and conspiring against me. "I'm going to come."

"We're not playing that game. Come, Sophie."

I don't question it. No sooner does my name leave his lips, I come undone, trembling beneath him as my second orgasm tears through me. He releases my hands and I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he kisses me, bringing me back down. Once my shaking limbs have stilled, he pulls out and shifts backwards to kneel between my thighs. I look at him through slitted eyes. Droplets of sweat are scattered across his brow and chest, tendrils of hair have fallen across his forehead, and his cock glistens. He hasn't come yet but there's a far-off, glassy look in his eyes and I know he's close.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I start to push myself up onto my elbows but I must be moving too slowly because as I start to turn, he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my front in one move.

I reposition my hands and legs and feel his knees brush against the back of my thighs.

Fingertips graze the length of my spine with a barely-there touch and I shiver with need.

"I'm going to take you, here. "

His fingertips briefly skim along the crease of my buttocks, making his intent crystal-clear.

I'm going to have every inch of you tonight.

His words from earlier on echo through my thoughts and I instinctively tense at the suggestion. It's not something I've ever entertained before. When previous boyfriends have suggested it, my response has always been flat-out refusal.

I shake my head. "No. I can't. I've never done… that before."

"It's okay," he soothes, sweeping his hands across my buttocks. "I'll go really slowly. If you're not enjoying it, we'll stop. Just try it."

I close my eyes and can't believe I'm wavering so quickly. "I'm not sure."

"It'll feel good, I promise. I won't hurt you."

He's very persuasive. And if I'm going to try anything new, then I want it to be with him. Let's face it, he's experienced. I can't believe what I'm about to say.

"Okay, just be gentle."

He plants a kiss on the base of my spine as he kneels behind me. "Always."

His hands close round my hips and I feel the head of his cock press between my buttocks. The feel of his erection placed "there" sets me on edge a little. "Shouldn't you use lubricant or something? Won't it hurt otherwise?"

"We don't need it, but if it helps you relax…" He slides his right hand down between my legs and pushes two fingers inside me making me whimper. My head sags forward and my fingers grip the sheets as my muscles quiver around his swirling fingers before he pulls them out. He rubs his now-wet fingers in between the crease of my buttocks, then places his palms flat against my cheeks and eases them gently apart.

"Remember, we'll take it slow. If you want to stop, say your safe word. Okay?"

I nod and curl my fingers into the sheets, bracing myself for the unknown. "Okay."

The tip of his cock presses against my opening, and he applies a little pressure, then a little more as he gently slides the tip in. For a few seconds there's some discomfort then it disappears as he stills, allowing me a moment to get used to the sensation. "Is that okay? "

I release my grip of the sheets. It's not so bad. "Yes."

"Good. That's the most uncomfortable part over with."

He carefully inches forward a little more, stops again, then repeats until he's all the way in. I close my eyes and feel a flicker ignite in my core at the extraordinary feeling of pressure and wait to see whether pleasure or pain will follow. He withdraws and then pushes into me a little quicker, sliding his right hand round the front of my hip bone and down to my clit. An intense ache starts in the deepest part of me as his fingers thrum against my clit and I push backwards onto his cock and moan. A warm, tight glow throbs at my centre and begins to rise through the rest of my body as he carries on with firm, steady strokes and I match his thrusts, pushing back on his pulsating cock. The fact I'm letting him take me in a way no one else ever has sets my mind in a spin and turns me on like never before.

He growls at the friction and pulls down on the chain of the nipple clamps, setting off a bolt of pleasure.

"You feel incredible." His voice is strained, and I can feel he's close. "Are you ready?"

Pressure rises between my thighs, and I feel him unfastening the clamps around my nipples causing an exquisite tingling sensation as the blood rushes back. I throw my head back and gasp. "God, yes."

"Now."

A long wail leaves my lungs as I let go and ride the crest of my third and most intense orgasm of the evening. A deep satisfied groan echoes around the room as both his hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my hip bones as he spills into me, over and over. My head drops forward and my body shakes violently around his slowing thrusts as his warm, wet release trickles down the back of my legs.

He places a kiss on my back as he gently withdraws, then I feel the mattress dip behind me as he moves off the bed. "Don't move."

I couldn't if I wanted to. Tiredness hits me like a wave and it's taking all of my concentration to keep upright .

I hear the sound of running water coming from the en-suite, then moments later I feel the mattress dip again and something cool and soft is wiping my bare behind. I instinctively tense at the cold dampness against my hot flesh, but then I realise he's cleaning me up.

"How do you feel about what we tried tonight?"

I nod. "It was different."

"Different good or different bad?"

Definitely good. "Good."

"It seems tonight's the nights for firsts." I can hear the smile in his voice. "It's the first time I've been on a date and the first time you've tried nipple clamps and anal."

"Mmmm..." is all I can muster in agreement, as my focus is waning and my eyelids grow heavy as the need for sleep is winning.

He removes the flannel from between my legs and I feel his warm palm gently stroke down the centre of my back. "You're tired."

I nod, too exhausted to speak.

"Come then, Sophie. You need to sleep."

The mattress moves as he shifts off the bed then two strong arms slide underneath my naked body, and I'm suddenly being lifted up and turned over. Soft sheets are beneath me as he lowers me down. I briefly open my eyes to find he's put me in bed, and I snuggle into the pillow under my head. Seconds later, the covers shift and a hard, warm body presses against the length of mine and an arm wraps around my waist. I snuggle backwards into him, loving the feeling of his powerful body cocooning mine as he nuzzles his nose into my neck.

He kisses me lightly on the neck and speaks in a mere whisper. "You're adorable like this."

I've never felt so happy and I want to feel this way forever. Exhaustion wins, and I start to drift off into a blissful, contented sleep.

"I'm going to look after you forever," he whispers in my ear as my consciousness shifts and I'm no longer sure whether I'm awake or asleep. I'm dreaming, I decide… I must be.

Long, lazy summer days stretch into weeks, and we easily fall into a regular routine. I stay over at Art's place most evenings. He drives us into work each morning and I make a dash from his car to my office, trying not to be seen by the other staff. He continues to not give a fuck. Every day is full of stolen kisses at work, butterflies in my stomach at the mere thought of him, and mind-blowing sex. He fills every inch of my life, my thoughts, my mind. I'm not sure what we are and I'm not ready to ask him. He's never been in a relationship before, and I don't want to come across as pushy and scare him off because I can't imagine him not being in my life. And it kills me to think that could ever be the case.