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Dominic’s computer was ultra responsive and a real beauty with its sleek, clean lines and its 27” screen, but Chantelle struggled with the unfamiliar operating system. She had always been a Windows girl from necessity; Apple products had been so way above her means she might have well be wishing for the moon. When they had added color to their range there had been nothing she’d wanted more than a Tangerine iBook G3 Clamshell, especially after seeing it featured in Legally Blonde. Her father had promised her one as a reward, if she studied hard and passed the Eleven Plus entrance exam for the all-girls Woodford County High School. She had aced the exam and had looked forward to having her brand spanking new laptop as she started secondary school.
On returning home from Jamaica she had found no laptop, but more significantly no father. He had run off with his young male lover, and had never looked back.
Not getting that laptop was the first of the things she would be denied in the years to come. She hadn’t minded too much—she might have been denied life’s little luxuries, but even with her mother using a large portion of the money she received in benefits on alcohol, Chantelle had found ways to make the balance stretch enough to pay the bills and feed herself, her mother, her brother and her two sisters. It had been a juggling act, but she’d managed.
She’d never believed in fairy tales...well, she’d stopped believing in them the moment her father walked out of her life. But even when she believed in fairy tales, she never believed that they could happen to her.
Yet, here she was living what could only be described as a dream.
Pinching herself, she straightened and drank in the magnificence of the walnut panels around her. The study was modern and luxurious, and yet uncluttered, having only what was needed for the comfort of its occupant. It was evocative of the man who had changed her life in ways she could have never imagined.
Her life felt like it belonged to someone else...but in a good way. She smiled as she pressed the small, circular, leather-covered panel on the side of the executive chair. The reclining mechanism hidden beneath the seat responded smoothly and soundlessly, gently propelling her backwards to the desired angle of tilt. She had to fight the temptation to keep pressing the panel until the chair was fully reclined.
Stay focused, girlfriend! she reprimanded herself, bringing up her left hand to massage the tense muscles of her nape as she shook her head clear of the memory of sitting astride Dominic on the same chair less than three hours earlier. He had only accompanied her to his study to get her past the fortress of his computer’s security system, but sitting on the chair waiting for the computer to boot up had given him other ideas. Pulling her onto his lap, he had kissed her teasingly as he depressed the panel until he was lying flat and she was sprawled over him. Sex hadn’t lasted long—within minutes they were crying out in mutual satisfaction—but it had been just as good as their longer, more languorous lovemaking sessions. She suspected that the brevity of the act was due to Dominic feeling guilty after promising to allow her to work uninterrupted for a few hours on the PowerPoint slides she needed for the presentation she planned for the following morning.
She hadn’t minded his lack of control. It was exciting that he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She hoped he always wanted her just as much.
Forcing her mind back to the subject at hand, she surveyed the slide critically. The labeled diagram at the top created a great focal point which would keep her colleagues engaged as she elaborated further.
Five down, one to go.
The final slide needed the ‘wow’ factor. She wanted it indelibly burned onto the other senior managers’ retinas long after the meeting was over.
She tensed in surprise as her hand was eased away and large, warm hands curved over her shoulders. Dominic. Strong fingers started to work the kink and tension out of her muscles. She sighed and involuntarily let out a contented purr. She hadn’t heard him approach. The no-nonsense dark chocolate carpeting on the floor didn’t appear luxurious, but felt like velvet underfoot and efficiently masked sounds.
“When are you coming to bed?” he demanded, before sharp teeth nibbled softly on her right earlobe.
“I have one more slide to do.” She turned her head, so that their lips met for a brief kiss. “Another half an hour and I’ll be done.”
“Okay, but not a minute more.” His hands slid downwards and cupped her breasts. Chantelle felt their warmth through the oversized T-shirt which was the only garment she was wearing. For a moment she was tempted to abandon what she was doing and return to his large custom-made bed as he gave each nipple a gentle squeeze. Just as the urge became almost overwhelming, he removed his hands and left the room abruptly.
Chantelle knew he wasn’t thrilled that she was using the time they had to spend together to work on her impromptu presentation. At first he had tried to talk her out of it, insisting that she had no reason to try to convince her colleagues that her appointment had been fair and above board. He had reluctantly given in after she’d persuaded him that proving her capability was not only critical in erasing any lingering doubts her colleagues harbored about her appointment but vital in ensuring they retained the high esteem they seem to hold him. He’d responded heatedly that he didn’t ‘give a toss’ what they thought about him, but it had been obvious to Chantelle that he acknowledged that her proposal would go a long way in restoring the previous harmony of the closely-knit senior management team.
It didn’t help matters that she’d just made him endure an entire week without sex while she took the time to decide whether or not she wanted to continue seeing him. She was still amazed that he’d exercised the necessary patience. It must have been hell for a man who pretty much got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
She wouldn’t make him wait any longer than necessary, she promised herself and deliberately blotted out everything but the slide she had to work on.
Twenty-five minutes later she saved the file to the encrypted USB pen drive he had supplied and shut down the computer.
“Finished?” He looked up from his iPad, his lips curving wickedly, as she entered the bedroom. She was pleasantly exhausted but the look in his eyes told her that there would be no time for sleep just yet.
“Finally,” she responded.
He switched the tablet off as she removed the T-shirt and made to climb into bed beside him. He slept in the nude and she’d found that she enjoyed it too, except that she liked to wear knickers. If it got a touch nippy in the early hours of the morning all she needed to do was snuggle closer to him. He was a human-sized hot water bottle. The state-of-the-art cooling and heating system in his home worked efficiently. Under-floor heaters and lush carpeting made it particularly pleasant to walk around barefoot even with the lousy British summer they were having.
For the first time in years Chantelle didn’t feel depressed thinking about the approaching winter. It hadn’t been the lack of sunshine or the days getting shorter that had been the problem. With Charmaine, her six-year-old sister, susceptible to colds and the flu she’d had to balance heating the house enough to keep her sister healthy against saving every penny possible so that she and her siblings didn’t starve. Cerise had been the one to feel the cold the most, though, dressing like a snowman as soon as autumn stepped in. Her sister would have thought she’d died and gone to heaven living in Dominic’s house. It was little wonder that she’d opted to stay in sunny Jamaica rather than return to the UK.
“No,” Dominic commanded softly, giving her a wickedly promising smile and bringing her thoughts back to the present. “Come around here and let me look at you first.”
Heat warmed Chantelle’s face as she went around the bed, stood obediently and let him peruse her body slowly. Her toes curled into the softness of the Persian rug beneath her feet as she watched his eyes light up. She was still a little shy being naked in front of him, but he made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Take your thong off.”
His commands were deliberatively authoritative—calling to mind a stripper and her client, but not in a sleazy or sordid way. Rather, it was a re-enactment of the night they first met to a different script and with a more satisfying ending.
“Touch your breasts.”
Chantelle cupped her full breasts and teased the nipples onto they were standing firmly on end.
“Now turn around slowly.”
Chantelle secretly smiled as she did as requested. All her life she had wanted a less-prominent bottom—it made shopping for tailored trousers and skirts impossible—but in the short time she had come to know him intimately she had begun to think of it more of an asset than a physical flaw.
“Beautiful.” The bed sheets rustled softly as he sat up and palmed the full cheeks and squeezed them firmly. The term ‘bite you on the butt’ generally sounds like it’s a bad thing; it wasn’t when Dominic was doing the nibbling. Once he had vowed to ‘kiss every inch’ and had done. This time after a couple of soft bites he tapped each cheek in turn and watched its firm jiggle before saying, “Turn around again.”
Chantelle’s center throbbed involuntarily as she spun 180º to face him. With one hand around her hips holding her steady, Dominic gently teased her newly-healed, pierced belly button with his tongue as he insinuated his knee between hers and brought his free hand up to part the outer folds of her center.
“So wet for me already, baby.” He circled her clitoris with his thumb as he pushed two long fingers deep inside her. For a brief moment Chantelle worried that the comment was less than complimentary. Dominic’s next words and the blatant approval in his voice dismissed her fears. “Always so beautifully wet for me.”
She threw her head back and moaned as he stoked her inner fire with a smooth, firm thrusting motion of his fingers, hooking the longer one slightly so that it brushed tantalizingly against her G-spot.
Sometimes she worried that he knew her body too well. Would another man be able to make her melt so easily with a few simple touches? Just as she felt the telltale twinges that signaled an impending orgasm, he pulled his fingers free.
“Don’t stop!” Desperately she reached down for his hand, but he evaded her grasp.
“I don’t want you to come just yet.” He rose to his feet, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her languidly. “I have to teach you some control, sweet. Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.”
“I thought coming was the object of making love.” Chantelle pouted and acted like a spoilt princess because she knew he would get a kick out of it. He seemed genuinely concerned that she’d been robbed of her childhood by taking on the responsibility of caring for her siblings at a young age. But though times had been tough, as a family they’d still managed to have a lot of fun. She wouldn’t change a thing about the past, except perhaps worry less about money.
“Coming is the object, but you need to control it better.”
“Why have sex if you can’t come when you want to?”
“Because, my sweet, coming is an art form that should be perfected.” He pulled her lower lip between his teeth and slowly released it. “The trick is to get to the plateau—the point just before you come—and stay there for as long as possible.”
“Staying on that plateau would send me crazy!” she protested.
“No, it wouldn’t.” Dominic bent and flicked his tongue first at one erect nipple and then the other, before nibbling his way back up her neck to her lips. “Coming would feel twice...three times...a dozen times as good as it does now.”
“Now I know you’re talking crazy talk!”
“One day I’ll remind you of those words.” Dominic smacked her bottom playfully. “Climb onto the bed.”
Once he’d put protection in place, he climbed onto the bed too, rolling her over when she instinctively lay back against the dark burgundy quilt cover. The pristine mirrored front of the bedroom’s walk-in closet gave her a perfect view as he positioned himself behind her, his large, lightly tanned muscular body contrasting sharply and exotically with her smaller, darker, well-toned frame.
She’d never thought that she would find the difference in their skin tone so arousing—even the sight of their clasped hands sent a shiver of delight through her. It would perhaps lose its thrill when their relationship passed the first stages of wonder and discovery, but for now it added to the excitement of being with him.
She watched his face slightly contort as he held her hips steady and slid into her with a series of short, firm strokes until he was buried to the hilt, filling her to bursting. And yet, she deliberately tightened her vaginal muscles around him and tilted herself up just a fraction more on his next forward stroke.
Groaning, he turned his head as he further breached her tightness. Their eyes met in the mirror as he held still for a moment to pull himself back from the brink of ecstasy. Though she kept her face neutral, her eyes must have given something away. He knew that she had intentionally squeezed him inside her, wanting him to lose control and have to eat his earlier words. His eyes narrowed as he spread her knees further apart with his, shifting her body weight onto her arms and giving her less freedom of movement.
“Were you trying to test me, my sweet?” She knew the laughter in his voice would be at her expense. His retaliation would be sweet torture.
“I wasn’t—“
“Trying to make me come quickly? Trying to deny me pleasure?” He thrust deeply twice and withdrew to the tip of his erection. “Have you learned nothing about me yet? Don’t you know that I will rise to your challenge?”
Chantelle knew when she was outgunned. Grabbing handfuls of the duvet, she bit down on her lower lip and gave herself up to pleasure as he started to move again, his strokes deep and hard, reminding her that in their sexual relationship he was the one in control.
“Yes.” The word was torn from her lips as he added a circular motion to his thrusts. The crown of his erection as it surged inside her grazed past the same sensitive bunch of muscles which his fingers had unerringly found just minutes before. Instinctively she rotated her hips in counterbalance to his and moaned her approval at each penetration.
A tiny part of Chantelle’s brain wondered if she was being too wanton, if perhaps being taken this way wasn’t degrading, if she should act with a little more decorum, if she should once again bite her lip and remain silent instead of letting him know just how much pleasure he was giving her.
But the insignificant part was completely overruled as the feathery fingers of sensations that heralded her orgasm started to course their way through her body. Inhibitions and doubts went through the window as she screamed Dominic’s name, urging him to go harder and deeper.
He indulged her for several moments.
Just when she almost reached the point of no return, he withdrew fully.
“No!” She was too close for him to stop now!
“Shush, my love.” Dominic slid his hands forward to tweak her nipples as his erection insinuated itself between the slick outer folds of her center. “Just let yourself feel.”
“It’s too much!” Her vaginal walls still clenched and relaxed around a phantom hardness. She felt suspended between pleasure and pain, her nerves stretched beyond bearing. “I need you back inside me now!”
“The next time will be for a bit longer...and longer still the next,” Dominic warned as he guided himself back between her swollen lips. She was so close to orgasm he had to fight his way past her tense muscles.
Chantelle willed herself to relax.
“Yes, baby.” He surged to his fullest extent on his next stroke. “Now tilt up and give me everything.”
She had been hesitant to do so the first few times they had employed this position—it had allowed him to go deeper than she was comfortable with—but now she welcomed the sharp, sweet pain as she angled her bottom higher and pressed herself harder back against him.
“Deeper...harder...yes...harder...oh my God...deeper.” She felt almost delirious. Each thrust took her closer to the peak. Each next stroke seemed to be the one that would send her off the edge, but all it did was take her one tiny step closer. It was maddening and yet so good. “Yes, Dominic. Oh God, yes!”
As she uttered the words she came apart, frantically writhing backwards onto Dominic’s hardness.
“Stay with me.” He quickened his pace, grasping her hips more firmly to hold her in place as she instinctively tried to move forward and off him as her orgasm went on and on. Seconds later, with one last grind of his hips, he stilled momentarily and followed her.
“Damn!” If sex continued to get better and better she would go insane.
“Damn, indeed.” Dominic lowered his damp torso onto her, taking most of his weight on his arms, and nuzzled the side of her face. “And it will get better.”
Easing himself out of her, he levered himself off the bed and held out a hand to her.
He’s so fastidious, this man of mine, she thought as he led her towards the en suite bathroom for a quick shower. She didn’t mind, though all she wanted to do at the moment was to snuggle close to him and give into sexual exhaustion. She loved the fact that he took such care with his hygiene. He always smelled so good she never hesitated to put her lips on any part of his body.
“Is that the time?” she asked horrified as the digital clock of his entertainment system caught her eye. “We have to be in the office in four hours!”
“So I guess that means no sex in the shower, then.”
“You couldn’t seriously—?” Chantelle stuffed the ends of her hair in her shower cap and looked up to see the glint of mischief in his eyes. She was up for any naughty sex games he played, but if she was to knock the socks off the meeting’s attendees, she needed to be as rested and alert.
“I was joking.” He smiled and tugged her into the cubicle with him. “I’ll have you tucked up in bed in less than fifteen minutes.
He was as good as his word. He wrapped a fluffy white towel around them both when they came out from under the soothing rainfall shower and she was fast asleep, her head resting on his broad, meaty shoulder instead of a pillow, in less time than promised.
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