‘Because that’s what you really want,’ he said, his voice thick with satisfaction, his hands withdrawing from my knickers, which were ruined with juices and might as well be ripped off me.
I was too tattered to think straight, but I tried. Was it really what I wanted? Would I be happy to submit to Judd Keane in the way he seemed to expect? There were no two ways about it – he seemed like a super-skilled Dom and life with him would certainly be exciting.
But he’s a bad man, my conscience insisted. And he isn’t Tom. You’re doing this for Tom.
‘Now then,’ he said, pulling me off his lap and manipulating me on to my knees between his legs.
He began to unbutton his trousers. I could see where this was heading.
‘You’re going to thank me for giving you what you needed,’ he informed me.
I watched, unable to move, as he rearranged his underclothes so that a large, springy cock escaped their confines.
‘Nice and slow, now,’ he ordered, lifting my chin with imperious fingers. ‘And no spitting. Let’s see how you do.’
I sucked him until my eyes watered and my jaw ached. He seemed to hold back deliberately, enjoying my discomfort, although he stroked my face as I worked, which made me feel keen to do my best. It was a nice trick.
‘That’s it, show me how much you love to suck it,’ he prompted. My throat was nearly dry, my eyes rolling back in my head. I rocked my whole body backwards and forwards in rhythm with my mouth, moaning vibrations on to his cock, urging him to shoot into my throat.
When he did, he grabbed my hair and pulled it tight, keeping his cock deep until the last drops spattered out.
I was still sucking on that softening shaft when the conservatory door opened and Maria’s voice floated through.
‘I wondered if you were ready for pudding…oh, do excuse me.’
I shut my eyes in anguish, knowing that Maria would be seeing my red bottom and thighs, my rucked, wet knickers and my head bowed over this stranger’s lap. What on earth must she think of me?
‘No worries,’ said Keane, although the words came out with some effort. ‘I think…Ellie’s full, actually.’
Maria laughed softly.
‘Perhaps we’ll just go to bed,’ he continued, and I popped off his cock, my eyes wide and round. I was spending the night here?
‘Well, you know where the room is,’ said Maria. ‘Ellie, there’s a spare toothbrush and toiletries in the en suite. Nighty night.’
She withdrew and I tried to struggle to my feet, but Keane put a hand on my shoulder, forcing me back down to my knees.
‘Woah there,’ he said, sounding amused. ‘What’s the panic?’
‘I wasn’t expecting to stay the night,’ I said.
‘It’s not a problem, is it? We need to get to know each other – as intimately as possible – before the contract is drawn up. Spending the night together is the ideal opportunity.’
‘I’ve got work in the morning.’
‘So have I. I’ll drop you home on my way in. I need to be in the office for seven tomorrow. Come on. Are you going to come upstairs with me or do I need to carry you there?’
He could, too.
‘Let’s take the rest of the champagne,’ I suggested, grabbing a half-empty bottle of fizz from the table.
‘Good idea.’
In vino veritas. Or so I hoped.
He followed me up the stairs, his hulking presence overshadowing me all the way to the landing.
‘I feel like a bad guest,’ I said, as we entered the pristine shades-of-oatmeal bedroom.