Dirty Aristocrat(44)

     



 

Smooth and sensuous.

My hands roll back. It is almost hypnotic to feel my palms sliding down  the tatted skin, and feel the muscles underneath move. By now sweat is  running down my back. I have been so caught up in the job I do not see  his hands move, but they are without warning cupping my buttocks. For a  few second I freeze, more in shock than anything else.

The inert body moved!

Then I jump back in horror. 'What the hell do you think you are doing?'

He lifts his head and looks at me with those wicked eyes. 'I figured since you are not a real masseuse you were a hooker.'

'What gave you that crazy impression?' I demand outraged. How dare he?

His eyes slide down to my breasts. I look down and the scarf is  dislodged and my breasts are practically spilling out of my uniform. My  ears burn as I pull the scarf upwards and clutch it against my chest.

'Well, I'm not a prostitute,' I deny hotly.

His reaction is swift and smooth. He rolls to his side and lands lightly  on his feet like a cat or someone with some kind of stealth training.  He straightens. Naked and utter unashamed of his body he takes a step  towards me. Shocked and a little frightened I take a step back, but the  wall pulls me up short. He stops a foot away from me. His palms land on  either side of me.

I gaze at him with wide eyes.

'Then why did you massage me like that?' he asks hoarsely,

The breath escapes me in a rush. 'Like what?' I whisper.

'Like you want to taste my cock.'

'I didn't. I don't,' I stutter.

'Then why are you fucking wet?' he asks softly. His eyes drop to my mouth.

'I'm not,' I say clearly.

His hands leave the wall and grab my hips. 'Do you want me to make a liar of out of you?' he asks.

'Don't touch me,' I spit.

He pulls me towards his naked body until his rock hard cock twitches against my belly.

A strange languor overtakes me, and I am suddenly struck by the desire  to submit. To let him have his way. To let him fuck me hard. Because I  know it will be a hard fuck. Yes, I'd be just a nameless fuck, and yes,  there will be the walk of shame afterwards, but I can live with all of  that. The thing that stops me is the thought of facing Stella.

'How dare you?' I gasp, outraged.

He laughs, a humorless, cold laugh. 'Is that a challenge or a fucking invitation?'

'It's a fucking warning,' I say furiously.

Ignoring my fury, he runs his fingers along my inner thigh.

I draw in a sharp breath. 'Let go of me or I'll scream.'

His eyes light up. They are like the underside of certain fish, slivery  blue. He lets go of my hips. One of his hands comes up to my face. He  drags his thumb along my lower lip while I stare up at him, mesmerized  by the naked lust in his eyes. The fingers of his other hand arrive at  the apex of my thighs.

'Don't,' I whisper.

He brushes his fingers along the crotch of my panties. There is no  expression at all in his face when he finds them soaking wet. Without a  word he pushes the material aside and inserts a long finger into me.

Holy fuck. My body starts trembling.

'Don't. I don't want you to,' I order, but even I can hear how weak my  voice sounds. My brain is already thinking of his thick girth pounding  mercilessly into me.

He withdraws the finger and jams it back in. 'Don't?' he taunts.

Blood rushes to my head and pounds so hard I can't even think.

'I  …  we  …  oh  …  ah  …  shouldn't.'

He doesn't even bother to answer me. Just keeps up the steady finger  fucking. I am so excited I feel as if I already at the point of no  return. To my utter shame and humiliation I climax, and really hard too,  all over his finger.

He smiles, a condescending, triumphant smile.

And suddenly I feel sick at what I have just allowed him to do to me.  Jesus, I have behaved like a cheap slut. I swallow hard. I can't even  look him in the eye. How could this have happened to me? He made me come  with one finger! And that digit is still inside me and my muscles are  contracting helplessly around his finger.

'Take your finger out of me now,' I say in a cold, hard voice.

'Why? Are you ready for me to replace it with my cock?' he mocks insolently.

I am so inflamed that it seems natural that he should bear the brunt of  my fury. My right hand flies up towards his cheek. It never connects.  Instead a band of steel curls around my forearm.

'Don't ever do that again. I don't like it,' he says very softly.

I try to wrench my hand out of his grasp, but it like someone has poured  concrete around it. His impassive eyes watch my puny struggles almost  curiously. Like a child watching an insect it has caught before it pulls  its wings off.         

     



 

I take a deep breath. 'Let me go,' I cry.

He curls his finger and starts stroking my inside walls and I  automatically feel my body begin to respond to his manipulation. Oh no. I  can't allow him to take total control of my body again. I stare into  his eyes.

'Please,' I beg. My voice sounds strange and strangled.

One corner of his mouth lifts. It makes him look at once beautiful and  cruel. He pulls his finger out of me and releases my hand. 'Fly away  little bird,' he says dismissively.

I feel so ashamed I am almost tearful. No man has even reduced me to a  feeling of such utter lack of worth. To him I am nothing but a sexual  object. He thought I was offering myself, and he just helped himself  even after I objected. And now he is just getting rid of me. My knees  feel like jelly.

I press my lips together and take a sideways step. Some part of my brain  tries to make sense of what has just happened. It's OK, you'll never  see him again. No one will ever know what happened here today. It's just  one of those inexplicable moments that you have never experienced  before. A powerful man totally floors an inexperienced idiot!

I straighten my spine. You know what. I can do the walk of shame. So  what. I take one step in the direction of the door and another step and  then another step. I put my hand on the handle and his voice, like warm  honey, pours into my ears.

'Hey, if you ever need help or anything, anything at all, call me.'

I shouldn't have responded. It would have been better, more dignified to  walk out of the door without even an acknowledgement that he had  spoken. Instead, I whirled around.

'If you think I need more of what you just dished out, you are much  mistaken. You can take your arrogant offer and stuff it up your ass.'

'The world is a dangerous place, rybka. You don't know when you need a  helping hand. It is better to have a friend than an enemy.'

I look at him scornfully. A man like him could never be a friend of  mine. He's the exact opposite of me. This man has ice water flowing in  his veins. I nearly fainted at a pearl farm when I found exactly how  pearls are harvested. (The cut through the flesh of the poor oyster and  dig around until they locate the pearl. Ugh.)

'I wouldn't come to you if you were the last fucking man on earth.'

He shrugs. 'One day you will come to me again and you will be eager for what I dish out.'

'You'll die believing that.'

'I made you come harder than you've ever come using just one finger. You'll be back for more,' he says confidently.

I feel heat start climbing up my neck. 'You're a real bastard, aren't you?'

'Like you wouldn't believe.'

I shake my head with disgust. There is no way to win an argument with  someone who cannot be made to feel ashamed of their rude and arrogant  ways. I open the door and walk out.





Chapter Three


Zane

I watch her leave the room and hear the muffled sound of her footsteps  go down the best of Italy's pink marble. I hit the button on the  intercom. Noah replies almost instantly.

'Get Corrine to come up,' I tell him, and remove my finger from the button.

I open a drawer and take out a condom. I tear it open and fit it on to  my dick. The door opens and Corrine slinks in with a seductive smile.  She is blonde with long legs and a great pair of tits. She is wearing a  semi transparent white blouse, no bra, an extremely short black skirt  and as I have stipulated, no panties.

I don't like wasting time.

I grab her by the wrist and throw her against the wall. She gasps as I  rip her top open. Her pink-tipped breasts strain forward. I look at them  without any feeling. I am dead inside.

'Suck my nipples, Zane, please' she pleads.

But I'm not in the mood for that. If my mouth gets anywhere near those  breast I'll bite hard enough to leave marks. I feel that vicious.

I hold my hand out and she immediately hooks her leg over it giving me  an uninterrupted view of her shaved, beautifully swollen and creaming  sex. I never got to see the other one's pussy. It is her pussy I want to  see open and dripping for me. I won't rest until I have her in this  position of utter submission. Until the day I train her to hook her leg  onto my hand and beg me to suck her nipples and slam hard into her I  won't be satisfied.

I ram my cock directly into Corrine's little hole and she makes a  grunting sound. Today the sound irritates me. I place my palm over her  mouth and twist her face to the side so that I don't have to look into  her eyes, carry on thrusting hard.

The room fills with the wet sound of my flesh slapping hers. I come in  record time, so quickly, in fact, that Corrine moans and desperately  rubs her unsatisfied sex against me in a submissive, almost animal like  begging gesture. I stay still until with my palm covering her mouth and  her leg hooked over my hand, she finds her own release.