Eternally Seduced(32)

"Yes." Oh God, a thousand times yes to anything he asked just as long he continued touching me like he was right now.

"Good." He took my hand, guiding me deeper into the manmade forest, the  dimly lit room turning the evergreen leaves into black shadows. He  stopped when we reached the edge of the room, where flowers bloomed from  the spread-out branches of a large tree.

Constantijin lowered himself to the ground, leaning against its wide  trunk. He crooked a finger towards me once more. "Strip, Yanna."

I glanced up at the CCTVs. "But..."

"Everyone behind those cameras is part of my security team, and they  follow my orders and no one else's." When I still hesitated,  Constantijin said, "I'm too possessive of you. Isn't that obvious? Do  you think I'd risk having any man see your naked body?"

I smiled weakly. "I can't help being shy."

"I know that. And I love it. But I also want you to try to be more open,  with me  –  only me. I've always wanted to see you proudly giving your  body to me." His voice thickened. "Will you do that for me, Yanna? Will  you strip for me?"

More tense seconds passed before I finally managed to get past all my  insecurities and bring my fingers to the sides of my gown. But I  couldn't make them move further than that. Stripping  –  in front of a  man, and Constantijin no less. How could he think---

"Please, Yanna."

And of course, those two words did it.

Music from the party outside reached us, faint but discernible, making  me feel like I really was doing a striptease as I slowly shimmied out of  my gown, conscious, embarrassed, and aroused at the way Constantijin  didn't take his gaze off me all the while. I knew I wasn't perfect like  him. I had pocket-sized breasts, my hips were too wide, my legs weren't  miles long  –  but the way he was looking at me so hungrily made me feel  like I was a goddess. His goddess.

When I stood in my underwear and heels, he rasped out, "Those lacy things, too. But leave your heels."

Oh, dear. This was getting too kinky for me to breathe properly. But  even as I thought that, my trembling fingers had already gone to my bra,  unclipping it and letting it fall silently to the floor.

"Beautiful," Constantijin whispered.

And then I was pulling my panties down, stepping out of them one foot at a time.

"Don't cover yourself," he ordered when I lifted my arms.

I let them fall back to the sides.

"Stand straight, schat."

I did, and feeling my breasts jutting forward made me blush harder.

"Perfect." His gaze lingered on my breasts before moving down, gazing so  intently at the triangle between my legs I slowly became wet. When he  chuckled, I wanted to die. He knew. Dear Lord, he knew that his eyes  alone had me hot and wanting.

"Now, come and feed me, Yanna."

"What?" I strangled out.

"Yanna." There was a tinge of impatience that should have irritated me but instead aroused me even more. "Hurry, dammit."

And so I hurried, thrilled at the thread of frustration in his voice.

"Hold my hair."

I gripped his hair.

"Tighter."

My fingers tightened.

"Now pull my head forward and feed me your cunt."

I gasped, surprised at how that last word made me feel even more  aroused. When I glanced down at him, my legs trembled the moment his  burning gaze met mine. Those lovely, expressive eyes told me that he  really was going to eat me until he owned me, body and soul.

"Now, Yanna."

I pushed his head forward, and my knees immediately turned weak as his  tongue stroked my flesh. He started with slow and long strokes, but when  my grip on his hair tightened, his tongue delved between my folds,  tasting me even more deeply than I ever imagined he could.

A moan escaped me, and the sound made Constantijin's tongue move even  faster, thrusting in and out like a wet and sleeker version of a cock.

"Oh God."

But still he continued eating me, and all I could do was hold on to him,  doing my best to keep myself upright and balanced in my heels.

When his tongue finally found my clit, I lost all control. Mindless with  pleasure, I began pushing his head closer to my sex. Constantijin  sucked hard on my clit and it was all I could do not to grind myself  against his mouth. He sucked harder and harder, and I floated higher and  higher until I could finally fly, the intensity of the pleasure he had  given me making my body melt into liquid heat.

Constantijin chuckled as my knees gave out completely. He held me, and I  shuddered as I came and came, moisture flooding out from between my  legs.

Countless minutes passed and I could only lean against his chest,  savoring the softer tremors of the aftermath of pleasure that  Constantijin had given me. Constantijin was now on his feet, his arms  around my waist, one hand stroking my back idly.

When I looked up, Constantijin deliberately licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with laughter.

I blushed. "Constantijin!"

He said innocently, "What?"

"You---"

"Tasted so good, schat."

I moaned, covering my face, even more embarrassed.

He pulled my hands away. "I loved the way you made me eat you more and more---"

"Can we please not talk about it?" I pleaded.

He kissed me, and suddenly I was tasting myself. It was unexpected, and I  thought I would have gagged but all it made me think was how next time I  could be tasting him.

He pulled away, his hand suddenly curling around my breast and cupping it possessively. "You are mine now, are you not?"

The words reminded me of something I was hoping I wouldn't remember, making me bite my lip.

His fingers tightened around my breast. "Yanna, answer me."

"But are you mine, too?"

"Of course I am."

"Then … why did you go out with another woman again?" I didn't even have  to close my eyes to imagine Constantijin with the woman I had seen on TV  at his side, another blond beauty who shot my confidence to pieces. She  looked so right next to him, the way I knew I never could be.

Cute, fun, perky  –  people used those words over and over to describe me,  but Constantijin didn't deserve a woman who sounded like a hyperactive  poodle. He needed someone as sophisticated and glamorous as he was, and I  was still scared that there'd be a day he'd realize that, too.

Constantijin took my hands and placed them on his chest, allowing me to  feel his heartbeat. It remained calm and steadfast, like an inevitable  truth, as Constantijin answered, "I wanted to hurt you for choosing him  over me." His head lowered, his lips touching the upper slope of my  breast, leaving a kiss that felt like a promise. "I won't do it again,  Yanna. But you must promise me the same. You must not choose anyone else  over me."

For one infinite-like second, I was terrified of what was happening. I  was falling too hard and too fast for this man, and he was asking so  much of me without really offering anything in return.

He wanted me, but for how long?

He said he was mine, but until when?

Yet in the end, the lack of answers was something I could only close my  eyes to  –  something I had to pretend didn't exist. It was too late. I  was already unquestioningly his, even if there came a time that he  wouldn't want me anymore.

"Yanna?

My arms around him tightened. "I'm yours, Constantijin. Only yours."

Then the doors in the distance swooshed open, followed by drunken  voices, as another man asked, "I swear, I saw Kastein come in here."





Lesson #2




Let your billionaire think all you want is his money.

He will hurt you less when you do.



Constantijin had me dressed in seconds, so quickly I could only blink as  he helped me put on my underwear and pulled my gown back down. "Hide,"  he said grimly.

I blinked in confusion. "But I'm already dressed---"

He shook his head. "I know those men. They'd talk about you the moment  they're done being hung over. I do not want the first thing that people  will say about you when they find out about us to be an ugly thing." He  kissed my fingers. "I want it to be perfect between us."

A lot of butterfly wings fluttered inside my stomach when I heard those words.

He caressed my cheek. "When I leave, wait for five more minutes before  going out. I will be waiting for you then." And then he was gone,  calling out something in Dutch to the pair of intoxicated men, whose  footsteps already sounded awfully near.

Five minutes, huh?

I knew exactly what I could do with that. Closing my eyes, a smile  already touching my lips, I let myself imagine the pleasure I had  experienced in Constantijin's arms. In an instant, I was aroused again,  my body yearning already for his touch. It made me blush, but the wanton  feelings also made my smile widen. I wanted him madly, but he wanted me  just as madly, too.         

     



 

Reluctantly opening my eyes when I felt that five minutes had already  passed, I slowly retraced my path out of the forest. Here and there I'd  let my fingers graze the bark of a tree, a flower's tender soft petals,  their textures a way of cementing the fact that this was all real.