‘How did you get in?’
She shrugged. ‘Beryl. I hope you don’t mind. I wouldn’t like to get her into trouble.’
What are you doing here? I wanted to ask but I couldn’t. The whole world had faded away. There was only her, me and that office and we were hanging by a thread at the edge of the universe. I stared at her as if I was in a dream.
She moved lazily, sinuously toward me: each step like a move from the dance of the seven veils. She unbuckled the belt of her mohair coat and shrugged it off in a careless movement. It slid to the floor with a soft thud.
Underneath she was wearing a plain black shift. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck. I heard the sound of a zip grinding down. She pinched the material of her dress at her shoulders, lifted it off her body and let it fall. It puddled around her.
I inhaled sharply.
In the dim of my office, her body was so white it glowed pale against her black underwear. Everything about her warned. Expensive. Sexy. Mysterious. Forbidden. In fact, she didn’t seem real. As if after I left her in the conservatory
she really had turned into some sort of mythological water nymph. She slipped both her hands behind her and her bra popped open, then she allowed it to fall by the wayside. Her breasts were round and red-tipped.
The instant I saw them I wanted them in my mouth.
She hooked her fingers into her panties. Small as they were, they were the last bastion between me and all rational thought. Don’t, I wanted to cry out, but my throat was locked tight. I wanted to see what the scrap of cloth covered. Her hands lingered and my eyes shifted for a second to hers. She was staring at me. And looking into her eyes was like looking into a mirror. It was brimming over with raw lust. Just a pure, unadulterated, unapologetic, unquestioning need to fuck.
This was a woman who didn’t get the meaning of a cock tease. She didn’t know what it was to play hard to get. Her truth filled the air and then her hands began to move down and as much as I wanted to follow them to the best kind of madness, I could not let go of her eyes. They were so precious.
I kept her eyes as she moved closer. Until I could resist the madness no more. Then I looked down. And I fucking sighed at the sight. Beautiful. My eyes caressed the blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. Totally nude she came to me and with her shoe pushed back my chair. Then she slipped between the desk and me and popped herself up on it. She put her feet on either side of me and placing her palms flat on the table behind her, she spread her knees.
Wide.
My eyes opened like those of a schoolboy in a sweetshop. I stared riveted by the way her pretty little pussy had parted open and offered all its secrets, every single whorl of pink flesh was mine to look at, drool over, and…possess. As I watched, thick honey collected and slowly rolled down her sex. The insides of her perfect thighs were shimmering with it.
Like a man in a trance I extended a hand and inserted my finger into her dripping hole. With a strangled sound she threw her head back, exposing the long, white curve of her throat. My finger curled and stroked the beautifully lubricated muscles inside her. They replied by squeezing my finger helplessly. I extracted the finger. She didn’t like that one bit. She whimpered restlessly and her hips slid forward slightly as if to give chase to my finger.
I bent my head and put my nose in her blonde curls, and inhaled. It sent a shock of electricity through my groin. Ah, yes. The real scent of Lady Olivia. I ran my tongue along the slit. She tasted exactly as I knew she would—like heaven. I sucked her sex and felt her flesh start swelling in my mouth. She purred with pleasure. I took my mouth away and looked at her pussy. Reddened. Glistening. Begging for it.
‘I love your body,’ I whispered into her soaking flesh.
‘Fuck me … Dr. Kane.’
She didn’t have to ask. My cock was throbbing and standing to attention like Nelson’s Column. I took my trousers off, let them drop to the floor, yanked my boxers down and stepped out of them. Then I opened a drawer and extracted a condom packet. I ripped the plastic covering open, fished one out, chucked the foil, and stretched it over my girth. I looked at her. She was staring at my dick, her mouth was trembling beautifully.
‘Lie back,’ I ordered.
She immediately lay back on my desk, her blonde hair spreading out over the dark surface. I’d been wanting to suck her tits ever since she had dropped her bra. I leaned forward and sucked a red-tipped breast. Her flesh was soft and smooth and her nipple hard. She moaned and arched her back. Yes, exactly as I thought she would. I bit the nub in my mouth! She opened her eyes and stared at me.
‘Yes, I like that,’ she said in a shocked whisper.
‘I know,’ I muttered.
I took her nipple back into my mouth, sucked it hard and pushed two fingers into her. She writhed under me. I lifted my head, took my fingers out of her and slipped them into her mouth. She sucked them obediently. I looked down at her. Spread open on my table. All mine to do with as I pleased. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her. I pulled her toward me until her butt was hanging off the table. To her credit she never protested or showed any fear. She allowed me to do as I pleased.
I took hold of her ankles and crossed them while she stared at me with enormous dilated eyes. I bent her crossed ankles toward her face until her sex rose up and became a red, protruding mound of beckoning flesh between her thighs. She was incredibly flexible. I pushed her ankles so far forward I knew I must have pushed her to the very edge of discomfort, if not pain, but she bore it without complaint.
I wanted to wait. I wanted to watch her expressive, eager face a little longer. I wanted to play with the swollen flesh that poked out from between her thighs, but my cock was twitching impatiently. I had a raging need to be inside her, pounding her, watching her cry with pleasure. I wanted to claim that pussy as mine.
I wanted to obliterate all the other thoughts of the men who had used her.
Her position meant I had to force my cock into the tightly clamped walls of her sex. Her mouth opened into a shocked O. Her toes curled. And still I fed more of my length into her. The O became a sharply indrawn breath. I pushed in deeper. She winced.
But there was still more to go.
I sank another two inches and a cry came from her mouth even as she pushed herself toward me, farther impaling herself onto my rod. Why, she was insatiable! No wonder she was in my blood, beautiful, spoilt, rich, fucking Lady Olivia. At that moment she spoilt all other women for me.