Eternally Seduced(73)

"Does that mean you like it?" he asked casually even though he already  knew she would probably think he was God for giving it to her. Those  months of stalking  –  no, wait, he meant the months he had spent  infrequently checking her Facebook and other online social accounts  –   had finally amounted to something.

She slowly opened the miniature treasure chest, which had the words ‘eat  me' engraved on its tiny latch. It turned out to be a musical box, with  an exquisitely carved replica of the very best scenes of Alice in  Wonderland. And right at the center was Alice herself, dancing with the  Mad Hatter and the March Hare. "Why did you give me something like  this?"

Staffan had a ready answer for that one since he was nothing but  thorough. "You reminded me of the fictional character Alice. Sometimes,  when you're alone, you look like you think you're in Wonderland."

She looked at him, and the stars were back in her eyes. Again.

Fuck, he thought. But this time Staffan wasn't sure if those stars  terrified him because they were there or because he would really do  something to get rid of them.         

     



 

Saffi said shakily, "I am in Wonderland." It was such a mushy thing to  say, but she just couldn't help it. That was how she felt. She shyly  went to Staffan and tiptoed to kiss his lips. "And you are the one that  makes my world wonder---"

Whatever she had to say was lost in his kiss, and then he was carrying  her back to the bedroom. They made love again, this time both of them  taking it excruciatingly slow, their bodies shuddering in pleasure as  they came at the same time, Saffi's cries swallowed by his hungry kiss.

Afterwards, they talked, about anything and everything, and when she  couldn't help it anymore she said, "Can I ask you something?"

"No."

She persisted, "I just want to know---"

"No."

Her face fell.

Staffan sighed, unable to resist Saffi when she was looking at him again with those sad puppy eyes of hers. "What is it?"

"You'll really never sing for free?" Saffi instinctively knew it wasn't  just because of the money, and those same instincts told her it was  something she had to know.

Staffan became quiet for a long time, and Saffi tried not to squirm.  When she couldn't bear it any longer, she blurted out, "I put my foot in  my mouth again, didn't I?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I'm sorry. I  know it's none of my business---"

"Sssh."

She shut up.

"I've never told this to anyone."

Her eyes widened.

"When Chloe and I broke up, we had a major fight  –  and we said things just to hurt the other."

She had a very bad feeling about this all of a sudden. "Staffan---"

"She told me that on her birthday, when she asked me to sing in her  party, she slipped out to meet with her lover and fucked him while I  entertained her guests like a goddamn fool." He looked down at her. "So  now you know."

Her eyes filled up with tears. "I wish I didn't."

His lips twisted. "Not the strong smart man you thought I was, is that it?"

She hurriedly shook her head. "Worse. You're so much more wonderful---"

Unable to bear the stars in her eyes because he knew he didn't deserve it, Staffan cut her words off with another kiss.

Saffi closed her eyes. It was about to be wonderful again.

~~~

When Saffi woke up, early morning sunlight had strayed into the room.  She stayed in the circle of Staffan's arms, allowing herself just a few  precious moments of enjoying the sight of his sleeping face, which  looked younger with the frown lines smoothed out. It made her think how  so seldom she caught him smiling, much less laughing. In fact, the only  times he did so was when she had done something frightfully foolish or  unfortunately awkward.

She glanced at the clock, saw it was seven in the morning and knew it  was time to get up. She wanted to do what she could to help with the  concert.

Saffi had only been a few minutes into her shower when she heard the  door sliding open. She gasped in surprise and then gasped again when a  naked Staffan joined her inside, his hands immediately caressing her  body possessively, cupping her breasts, smoothing past her tummy, and  shaping her legs.

He turned her around without a word, their lips meeting in a kiss she  was already whimpering for. "Good morning," he breathed against her  lips.

"Morning," she whispered, her eyes dazed. She was in a shower with  Staffan Aehrenthal. Oh, oh, please, my heart, please do be still.

Saffi ran her hands over his chest and she was delighted when Staffan  simply stood there, letting her do what she wished. She tweaked his  nipples and was rewarded with his grunt of pleasure. His abs were hard  as rock, an absolute delight to touch. When she reached for his dick, it  just felt natural to kneel down, one hand cupping his balls and the  other stroking him until he was fully erect and throbbing between her  fingers.

"Aaah." He couldn't stop the groan from coming out his mouth even if he  tried, the sensation of Saffi taking him in her mouth too beautiful to  keep silent. She sucked him like the born temptress that she was, with a  mixture of innocence and passion. His fingers kneaded her scalp but  when she sucked him harder, his fingers instinctively gripped her hair  more tightly.

Hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from Staffan was arousing, water  no longer the only thing making her wet. She tried to take him in more  deeply even though he was already so big his dick was forcing her lips  to open more widely than ever.

"I'm coming."

She squeezed his balls and sucked harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned as he came in her mouth, his dick going  so deep into her throat Saffi almost choked. But she didn't pull away,  wanting to take it all in, needing to pleasure him in every way she  could.

When he was spent, she expected him to soften, but his dick was still  distended and pulsing when he pulled away. "Your turn," he growled and  pulled her up and then flipping her around to push her to the wall. As  her breasts flattened against the cold wet marble, he entered her from  behind, eliciting a whimper from Saffi.

He started to play with her breasts as he thrust in and out of her  leisurely, making her pant in a mixture of frustration and feverish  desire. "Please," she begged.

"Please what?" He circled his dick inside Saffi to drive her even wilder with want.

She moaned. "Please, Staffan, please. Faster."

But perversely he slowed down even more, making her sob pleadingly, "Staffan!"

He pulled out ever so slowly before slamming in hard, making her gasp as Saffi became flat against the wall again. "Like that?"

"Yes!" It was all she could say, with her body trembling as she  continued seeing stars. And then he was furiously thrusting in and out  of her, his dick seeming to swell larger and hardening even more with  every penetration. The slap of his balls against her wet skin was  extremely erotic and she wriggled her hips against him, wanting more.

His fingers bit into her hips as he shifted her position, and that small  change allowed his dick to sink further into her moist depths.  "Aaaaah." She let out a long moan as his fingers found her clit. He  started working on her clit in rhythm with his thrusts and her hips  started to buck wildly against him. "Staffan, Staffan---Staffan!"

She shattered around him, and he held her through the violent storm of  her pleasure, biting her shoulder to intensify the sensation. She let  out another keening cry, and it spurred Staffan to move faster, quick  hard shoves until he was coming as well.

Almost an hour later, finally done with shower and replete with a hearty  breakfast, the two of them walked back into the stage area, with  Staffan's arm possessively curled around her waist. Everyone from the  crew greeted them happily enough, their tones respectful but their eyes  filled with curiosity. There were a few fangirls and groupies around as  well. The Gs looked at her with good-natured envy while the fangirls  obviously loathed her on sight.

"Slut," one of the fangirls hissed as Staffan and Saffi walked past.

Staffan stiffened.

Not wanting Staffan to get mad at his fans  –  knowing how horrible that  would be since she was also one of them  –  she pretended to play dumb and  asked Staffan with feigned bemusement, "How did she know that?"

Staffan forced himself to relax. "Maybe it has to do with the fact that  you're not wearing any underwear," he whispered back. Even as he smiled  at Saffi's predictable sound of distress, he was also giving Bob a look  to make sure that there would not be a repeat of what had happened.  Nobody fucking messed with what was his, and Saffi was definitely that,  perhaps even the most important thing in his life right now.

His bodyguard correctly interpreted his command, and Bob immediately  turned around to instruct the rest of the security team how to handle  this latest bout of trouble.