Bought: One Bride(19)

"Put one in my mouth."

His erotic request evoked another flood of heat in Holly. But there was  no thought of denying him. Unlike with Dave, she didn't feel Richard was  lying to her when he complimented her body. His eyes reflected true  admiration as he touched her. True excitement, too. His flesh felt even  fuller inside her. Harder. Thicker.

When she directed one of the aching nipples between his lips, he drew  the whole aureole into his mouth, sucking on it and playing with her at  the same time. Not her other breast this time, but her buttocks,  stroking them, then cupping them, lifting her bottom up and down, up and  down, up and down.

Holly's moans reflected the sensations that began bombarding her body.

As much as she wanted to please Richard, it wasn't long before she  needed to sit up, to ride him, to pursue release from the tortuous  feelings building up within her belly. Her pleasure had turned dark, and  desperate.

Wrenching her breast out of his mouth, she began to ride him, quite  frantically. She was dimly aware of his hands grabbing her hips, of his  urging her on, of his hot hungry words of encouragement.                       
       
           



       

But she didn't really need any help. She was now in command of the  situation. In control. No, not in control, she thought with a hint of  hysteria when her hair fell down and her mouth fell open.

He came before her, but it was only a matter of a few seconds. Perhaps  his release triggered hers. Whatever, the sensation of coming with  Richard deep inside her blew Holly away. She could not get over the way  he felt, the way she felt. Even before her contractions began to fade  she knew she could never walk away from Richard after this. She would be  whatever he wanted her to be. Girlfriend. Mistress. Wife.

Slave.

"Oh, God," she cried as she collapsed across his chest, unable to stay upright any longer.

Another ragged sigh puffed from her lungs.

"Is that a good sigh or a bad sigh?" he asked softly.

She didn't lift her head or answer him for a while, amazed to find that,  once her orgasm was totally over, some common sense came back.

"Holly?"

She dragged her head up a few inches, pushing her hair out of her face  at the same time. "Don't be silly. How could it be a bad sigh? That was  incredible."

"You were incredible," he said, looping her hair behind her ears for her.

"I … I'm not normally like that," she said truthfully, putting her head back down on his chest.

"Maybe it's this belt," he murmured, stroking down her back till he  reached it. He began rubbing his hand back and forth across the links,  touching her skin at the same time, making her break out into  goose-bumps.

"Maybe," she said with a shiver.

"In that case, you're not allowed to take it off tonight," he said. "In fact, you have to keep it on all weekend."

Holly's head jerked up. "What do you mean, all weekend?"

"You don't honestly think I'm going to let you go home in the morning,  do you? Not after that performance just now. You're going to stay here.  With me. Till I take you home Monday morning."

"But … "

"No buts. And no clothes. Just that belt, and wall-to-wall sex."

She blushed wildly, both shamed and excited by what he was proposing.

"But for now," he swept on, "I think it's time for a shower together. Or would you prefer a bath? You choose."

She stared up at him.

You choose.

Such a simple choice, really. But either answer carried potential  danger. Holly wasn't the sort of girl who could separate sex and love  indefinitely.

He'd called the belt around her waist the chains of love. If she wore it  for him all weekend-and nothing else-the chains of love would surely  slip around her heart.

Holly wasn't sure what Richard wanted from her ultimately, but she knew one thing. Love wasn't on his agenda.

If only he hadn't chosen that moment to withdraw from her body, showing her what her world would be like without him.

"Come along," he said, and scooped her up out of the bed. "I can see I  will have to make all the decisions where you're concerned."

Holly didn't like the sound of that. If she was going to be weak, she was going to be weak on her terms.

"A shower," she pronounced as he carried her into the all blue bathroom. "And this belt comes off first."

He ground to halt. "Why? I like it on you."

So did she. Too much.

"It's only cheap silver plating," she told him as she struggled to unhook it. "It might tarnish if it gets wet."

"I'll buy you a new one if it does," he pronounced, then carried her, belt and all, into the shower.





CHAPTER TEN





HOLLY woke with her silver belt still encircling her waist, and  Richard's hand over her right breast. Fortunately, he was sound asleep.  Totally dead to the world.

As well he should be, she thought with remembered awe as she very  carefully lifted his hand off her breast, placed it palm down on the  mattress, then slid out from under the sheets.

She'd been spot on when she'd said he would be good at everything. But  he wasn't just good at sex. He was absolutely fabulous. He also had  amazing stamina. My God, anyone would think he hadn't had sex in yonks.  She couldn't count the number of times he'd made love to her. And not in  the same way twice!

She now knew he was also a good kisser in places she'd never imagined  being kissed before. She'd also been educated in a couple of positions  she had never tried before.

Holly shook her head as she tiptoed into the bathroom. Even before she  shut the door behind her, the memories of what had happened in there  flooded back. Richard hadn't been the only one last night who'd  surprised her. Her own sexual shenanigans had been wickedly  uncharacteristic.                       
       
           



       

She'd been more than willing to use her hands on him, and her mouth. And  very happy to lean wantonly back against the tiles whilst he'd returned  the favour.

Holly shivered at the memory.

When she returned to the bedroom and glanced at his gloriously naked  form once more, Richard's proposal for the rest of this weekend swirled  back into her mind.

"No buts. And no clothes," he'd said. "Just that belt, and wall-to-wall sex."

God, but she was tempted. Just the thought turned her on.

But to really do that, to walk around Richard's penthouse in the nude  all day, to obey his every sexual command, was simply not on. It was not  only shaming but demeaning. She would not do it.

Holly twisted the corrupting belt around so that the clasp was at the  front. Her hands actually shook as she unclipped it, as though they  didn't want to obey her, but once they did a huge sigh of relief rippled  through her.

Next, she looked for something to put on, shuddering when she spotted  her pink dress on the floor, along with her panties and shoes.

No way would she be putting those on, either.

She had noticed a robe hanging up on the back of the bathroom door, but  that had to be the one Richard was currently using. She quickly found  the door that led into his walk-in closet and started searching for a  spare robe, or something suitable to put on after she had a shower.

Everything in there was very neat and organised, just as she would  imagine Richard's wardrobe to be. All his suits were hanging up neatly  in a row, along with a large number of business shirts. All white or  blue. Along the opposite wall was a long row of casual clothes.  Trousers, shirts, tops and jackets of all kinds, even leather.

But there were no spare robes.

After dithering for a while, Holly went back to his business shirts and  selected a blue one. It was very good material, she noted. Soft and  uncreasable. Expensive. Of course the darned thing would swim on her,  but that was okay. She wanted to be well covered up when Richard woke.

Taking the shirt with her, she tiptoed back to the bathroom.





Richard woke to the sound of the shower running.

He smiled as he stretched. God, but he felt marvellous. Last night was exactly what he'd needed.

Holly was what he'd needed. Not just for one night, either. Or even one  weekend. It might be a bit too soon to propose marriage, but there was  no reason why he couldn't ask her to move in with him. When the flower  shop sold, she'd have to find somewhere else to live. Why not here, with  him?

How wonderful it would be to come home to Holly every night. The memory  of what she'd done to him in the shower popped back into his mind,  making his flesh twitch back to life. She'd proved to be somewhat more  experienced, sexually, than he'd imagined, but he'd surprised her, too, a  few times. He was sure of it.

Still, she'd wanted him as much and as often as he'd wanted her.  Hopefully, by the end of this weekend, she'd be more than willing to do  whatever he wanted.