Dirty Aristocrat(25)

'Hang on a minute. Can you just give me one minute to  …  ah  …  get into  something more comfortable? Erm  …  something easier for you  …  to  …  um  …   take off,' I babbled nervously.

He stopped advancing. 'You have exactly one minute,' he said silkily.

'Perfect,' I said, and almost ran to my room.

I closed the door, leaned against it and took a deep breath. My heart  was racing like a mad thing. Take stock, Tawny. You definitely do want  to sleep with him, right? Oh boy, did I want a lick of Ivan. OK, just  nerves then. Perfectly normal. I can do nerves.

I rushed to my lingerie drawer and pulled out my new baby doll. I  hurried out of my dress and into the lacy bit of material. I dashed into  the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

Wow! I sure looked different. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were  glittering with excitement. In my haste I had snapped one of the  delicate white ribbons on my baby doll. If I switched off the main light  he would never notice. I fluffed my hair frantically and gargled with  mouthwash. I walked into my bedroom and froze.

Ivan was standing at the door. He had taken off his jacket and three of  his buttons were already undone. Smooth tanned skin gleamed through the  V.

'Is it already one minute?' I heard myself asking.

'Sorry,' he said not sounding sorry at all. 'Couldn't wait another second.'

'Oh.'

'My barefoot beauty,' he said staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that. With such naked hunger.

'Bare feet go with every outfit,' I babbled.

Reaching out a hand I quickly snapped off the switch for the main light.  Illuminated only by the bedside lamps, the room was a little less  intimidating.

He smiled slowly, confidently. There was something almost devilish about  that smile. I was so anxious my heart was fluttering like a trapped  bird, but I wouldn't be outdone for bravado.

'I bit my lower lip and said in the sexiest voice I could muster, 'What're you waiting for? Come and get it, babe.'

It was like a red flag to a bull. What happened next was a total shock to me.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself pinned face down on the mattress.  A large, powerful hand landed between my shoulder blades to hold me in  place while his other hand unclasped my bra.

I was too shocked to even think. Adrenalin surged through my blood and  my body felt as if it was about to ignite. I could no longer keep my  breathing calm. He twisted his fingers into my hair and jerked my head  back until my ear was next to his mouth. I was so hyped up I felt no  pain.         

     



 

'Is this what you want?' he growled softly, his voice grating with lust.  'You want me to take you? To fuck you? To make you scream?'

The blood roared in my ears. I was shaking with a strange excitement.

'Everyone thinks you're such a nice, sweet girl, but I know the truth. I know how bad and naughty you truly want to be  … '

'Yes,' I whispered.

'I didn't hear you,' he said arrogantly, his breath hot on my neck.

'Yes,' I said, my voice louder.

'Yes what?'

For God's sake. 'Yes, I want you to take me?' I admitted through gritted teeth.

'The word I was actually looking for was, Sir.'

'Yes, Sir,' I squeaked.

'Good,' he said with satisfaction.

He released my hair and my head flopped forward. He flipped the hem of  my baby doll upwards. I felt the soft material land on my head. I knew  my entire back and panties were completely exposed.

For a while he did nothing. I just heard him breathing hard. Then he  roughly seized the silky material of my panties in an iron fist and  yanked it up hard and forward, forcing me onto my knees, my ass high up  in the air. The crotch of my panties was pulled so tight against my  pounding clit that I lost even the ability to think rationally. Scrap  that. I couldn't think at all.

I wanted to scream at him to ease up, but when I opened my mouth only a  raw groan escaped. I knew at that moment that I was in over my head, but  I was already in the position he wanted me to be in and his fingers  released the material suddenly. I took a shaky breath as blood started  flowing to my clit again.

His fingers brushed against the wet material of my crotch. I shivered  uncontrollably and started panting like a dog on a hot summer day. I  could think of nothing except what was happening between my legs. Oh  God, I had been reduced to the insistent pulsating between my legs.  Nothing else mattered, but for the man who stood behind me to satisfy  the gnawing ache inside me.

I felt his hand, rough and impatient, push aside the soaking material,  and his long fingers plunge into me with a squelching sound. The foreign  sensation, the wet sound, and the bestial nature of his action, shocked  me and made me freeze.

His fingers stilled without warning inside me.

It was as if we were both suspended in time. Neither moved. The  atmosphere changed, chilled, congealed. Slowly, I turned my head and  looked up at him. He was staring at me in disbelief. He shook his head  as if in denial. My mind was blank. There was not one thing I could  think of to say that would make the situation better, less embarrassing  for me.

He retracted his fingers hastily, as if he just realized that he had in fact, thrust his hand into a viper's nest.

With his hands at his side he continued staring at me, his face shocked.

'What?' I asked, my voice horribly squeaky.

'You've never been with a man, have you?' he accused.





CHAPTER 22


Tawny Maxwell

I swallowed. I really thought I could wing it and he wouldn't know, but it was not to be.

'No,' I whispered.

'What?' he bit out incredulously.

'It's true. I never have,' I admitted.

'How can that be?'

'That's how it is,' I said in frustration.

He continued to stare at me. Neither of us moved, then he took a long step back.

'Right,' he said, and for the first time since I knew him he sounded  like the upper-crust Englishman that he was. 'I have to go somewhere for  a bit. Can you give me a few minutes? I need to do something. It's  …   rather important.'

I stared at him wordlessly. It was the weirdest thing ever. There I was  with my ass swinging in the air and he needed a few minutes to do  something.

'OK,' I said. What else was I going to say?

'Good.' He nodded and, as if talking more to himself than me, said, 'Good. Don't move. I'll be back. Wait for me.'

I nodded, wondering if I was trapped inside a really bad slapstick comedy.

He strode out of the room and I heard him cross the living room and go  into his bedroom. I stayed where I was for a few more seconds because I  was in such a state of shock, then I vaulted off the bed. For a while I  stood in the middle of the room not sure what I should do. What a  disaster. Still, he did say he was coming back. Maybe he had to consult a  How to Have Sex With A Virgin manual or something.

I went back to the bed and sat on it. I shouldn't wait indefinitely.  That would be weak and spineless. I should give him a time limit. Five  minutes. If he did not make it back in five minutes the deal was off. I  sat staring at the bedside alarm clock.

Four minutes left, buster.         

     



 

Then I heard his bedroom door fling open and his footsteps quickly cross the living room.

I jumped and immediately turned to face the doorway.

He stood framed in it. With the light behind him he was large and forbidding. An overlord come to claim his prize.



Lord Greystoke

The light shone on her beautiful golden hair making her glow softly like  an angel from a Rembrandt painting. The whole night stretched out  before me and there were so many things I wanted to do to her, but all I  wanted to do at that moment was simply look at her a little bit longer,  so I'd capture her in my mind, so I'd never forget how faultless a  moment can be.

I watched her hug herself nervously, open that plump mouth that I had  jerked off to for two fucking years, and let stumble out nonsensical,  meaningless, trite words into my perfect moment.

'Let me explain. Robert and I-,' she began.

Instantly, I crossed the space between us and placed my fingers across those crazy-sexy lips of hers. They felt soft and full.

'I don't want to know. At least not right now,' I said.

You see, my obscenely sexy little angel, you just gave me the piece of  the puzzle that was missing. The thing I could never figure out. The big  secret. BTW the plot twist was brilliant. I never would have guessed.

She stared mutely up at me, her eyes shining like blue stars, and the  heat of a blush burning her cheeks. God, she was so fucking beautiful.  My cock hardened and strained.

'OK?' I asked.

She nodded slowly.

I removed my hand and smiled.

The answering smile that trembled on her lips was so decadent and so  utterly delicious that I wanted to fucking cage her. I could feel the  muscle ticking furiously in my jaw.

'Now where was I?' I said.

She looked down at the floor, looked up again, tucked a stray lock of  hair behind her ear and said, 'You were about to spread it like peanut  butter jelly.'

I smiled. That was the thing about her. She was supposed to be trailer  trash, but she had more class in her little finger than some of the  so-called royals I've met. I felt something inside me swell and grow.  Our eyes locked.