Dirty Aristocrat

‘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.