Dirty Aristocrat

Her climax was building very nicely.

Her arousal had been twisted into such a tight knot of intensity that she was thrusting her hips desperately, and her eyes were wild.

‘Open your mouth,’ I said.

She opened her mouth and I took her egg out.

‘You fucking asshole,’ she swore furiously.

I dropped the egg into a blue bowl on the low table by the bed.

‘You pompous, aristocratic jerk.’

I positioned myself over her slick body.

‘How dare you let strangers fucking tie me up and—,’

I plunged my tongue into her open, swearing mouth and forced her own essences upon her. She moaned into my mouth. She was like a starving animal. I could feel her hunger for my cock.

‘Please, please. I need to come,’ she begged desperately.

In one deft movement I impaled her on my cock. Immediately she spread her thighs wider for me and stretched around my cock in acceptance. We moved together. Tawny, arching her back.

Trying to take in as much of me as she could fit. Urging me to roughness. My thrusts grew harder and deeper.

Then something burst inside her. Her eyes flew open as she cried out into my mouth, tears ran down her temples, and her fingers clawed the sheets helplessly. Inside her something else

was happening. The inner walls of her channel were vibrating with the intensity of her impending climax. As if with a mind of its own, her pussy began to clench powerfully around my

shaft. Milking me.

Careful not to rub her clit, I fucked her. I was nearly there anyway. A few more strokes. So close. I allowed my groin to brush her clit to begin drawing out her climax.

‘Oh God!’ she gasped, then it began to happen. Her entire body started to convulse and jerk wildly. The sight of her naked body bound and contorted broke me and, with a lusty roar, I

followed her into a white-hot climax. Her orgasm lasted much longer than mine. Her body was still straining around my semi-hard cock almost a minute later. I remained inside her until

every last contraction had subsided.

I raised myself on my elbows and, leaning forward, took her lips in a leisurely kiss. Our tongues moved against each other, sated and lazy. She seemed very tired, her eyes had a far-away

look. I untied her bindings and lay next to her. She raised her head and put her cheek on my chest.

‘I’m sorry I called you a fucking asshole,’ she whispered.

‘You were very restrained considering the circumstances.’

She rested her chin on my chest, her hair was totally messy and her face was bright red and shiny. ‘I lost all control. I must have looked like an animal.’

‘You are so beautiful when you come,’ I said.

‘You’re such a liar.’

‘I am many things, but I’m not a liar.’

She smiled softly. ‘I really, really, really like this club,’ she whispered.

I chuckled. ‘Even the egg?’

‘The egg made it frustrating which, in the end, gave it all a different edge.’

She ran her finger along my jaw then leaned forward to kiss my damp neck. ‘Thank you, Ivan. It was an absolutely awesome experience.’

I felt replete. I had spoilt her for any other man. ‘Don’t thank me. I was just spoiling you for all other men.’

She giggled. ‘You definitely did that tonight.’

Something tightened in my chest. I looked down at her and had an overwhelming urge to stroke her soft hair or kiss her cheek. The tender things people do when they care about each other.

I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I had to maintain some sort of distance. Otherwise I would lose all control of the situation. I rubbed my palm on her nipple. A purely sexual gesture. She reacted by pushing her breast

into my hand.

‘There is only one problem,’ she said looking at me with lazy, sultry eyes.

‘What is that?’ I asked amused.

‘It seems to me that Butterfly had all the fun and poor Pinkerton had hardly any.’

I realized my erection was back.

CHAPTER 30

Tawny Greystoke

We had sex on the plane … and yes! It WAS amazing!!

When we were leaving, the air-hostess wished me a pleasant trip and winked. I knew she had heard us even though I had tried my utmost to be as quiet as possible. Ivan and I had taken a

bet that he couldn’t make me scream if I didn’t want to. Obviously, I failed miserably if she heard me too.

I blushed bright red and scampered down the steps onto the tarmac. It was mid afternoon and it was boiling hot. I could feel myself start to sweat. Ivan had arranged for a limo to pick

us up. I was glad to get into the air-conditioned interior of the car. I turned to Ivan.

‘You glad you came?’

‘Depends how welcome you make me feel,’ he said.

‘A good welcome is worth four dollars, but since you’re a man who knows a bargain you can have it for two,’ I said with a happy grin. The whole world seemed bright and wonderful. I was

on holiday with Ivan, my body exploding with new sensations. I was learning things and I was in love. Rosalind, Dorian and Bianca were like ghosts in the background. They couldn’t touch

me here. Not on Penyu Island.