Flora's POV
His hands didn't stop till they got to my clit. I was dry, and totally uninterested in what he planned to do, but he didn't care. Lucian wanted to play and he wanted to play now.
His fingers carelessly roamed inside of me, moving in and out without rhythm. I tried to hold back his hands. He took the initiative and stopped, but he wasn't done.
By the cheeks, he grabbed me, squeezing so hard as I cringed out of pain.
“Leave me alone.” I struggled to say.
“Oh, but I'm just getting started,” he spat back before freeing my cheeks. I used my palms to rub in the aftereffect, giving him room to perform his next action.
He stood up from the chair, carrying me alongside, headed for his inner chambers. Jonathan was still standing by the door, his face buried to the ground as Lucian passed by.
My legs brushed past his shoulders before he moved and when he looked up, I could see pity in his eyes.
Was he sorry for me? I think not. He brought me here for fuck’s sake. I hated the sight of him and I'll rather spend the night underneath Lucian's breath than see his face again.
My wish came to pass instantly when Lucian threw me down on the bed and jumped on me. He was hungry—for my body.
My neck was his first start, munching down on the different corners like a Lion on raw meat. Then, he drove down to my navel, my abdomen and finally my pussy. His tongue dug deep and deep into me, forcing the liquids to rush out.
My hands were pinned down all the while by his, letting my legs wriggle free. The movements of his tongue was causing a rare kind of pleasure to my body that I could not refuse.
It was like my mind was being coaxed to what he was doing to my body. So, gradually I began to moan to the gladness of his ears. I could feel his grin widen and his movements increased in pace like he was rewarding me for giving in.
When he was satisfied with the torment, he moved up to my breasts, taking them one after the other into his mouth. The smell of the alcohol in his breathe smeared on me as he sucked and licked. He loved what he was doing and didn't care how I felt about it. Perhaps it was punishment for running away from him.
He released my hands cautiously and unbuttoned his trousers. I had already stopped struggling to break free, so this was no opportunity to me. There was no need. Jonathan and a ton of his men were going to be by the door anyways.
I watched him zip down, his cock dangling in my face. He bent and laid on me with his full weight. He came for a kiss to my lips, but this was one I wasn't ready or willing enough to give.
I dodged, forcing his stained breathe to land on my cheeks. Fearing he may take offense, I quickly apologized.
“Sorry, I fear I have bad breath.”
“Or perhaps you don't like the taste of wine on my lips.” he chuckled in between his words. “Well, luckily I don't need those lips. I have all I want here.” he continued moving his hands to honeypot and teasing me in between my pussy lips.
His cock was hardened against my walls and when it gently throbbed me, I gasped. Taking saliva in his hands, Lucian moistened his cock and rubbed in the remainder on me. Then, without warning, he pushed into me.
He paused by the time he was all in, waiting to hear what sound I would make. I didn't disappoint, his size making it difficult for me not to budge. It was a low gasp at first, but when he took an inch out and rammed in the second time, I had no choice.
My pitch increased, terrorizing my ears, but building more momentum for him to keep going. His cock was hitting my G-spot as fast and hard as any man could, opening up my mind to the pleasure he was serving.
The way he held my waist on both sides with his hands gave him control over my body and he used it well. He knew when to raise my butt to find the right angle and the exact pace to thrust. Every thrust was deeper than the last, flooding me with goodness my body created. I was no longer conscious of the sounds that came out from my lips. I knew only two things at that moment. I needed him to stop what he was doing to my mind, but I didn't want him to stop what he was doing to my body.
I was married to Caleb for long years, but never had he made me feel in such type of way. My body—her body, Dahlia’s I mean was on burning out of passion. It happened the first time and it was happening again. I could hardly control my actions as I watched my hands roam to his chest, and around his back.
My fingers soon found a way to trace lines on his bare back, urging him on and on. I scratched with each thrust he made inside me, and for the first time, I heard him groan. My head spurn from the sound, and when he whispered in my ears, my heart raced.
“Now you're coming back to your real self, Dahlia,”
His words made sense to me immediately. This was my field, my area of expertise and here I lay, making him lord over me. I smiled, realizing that I had been my problem all along.
“You haven't seen anything yet, my dear Lucian,” I muttered back, faking a moan in between.
His interest grew as I could tell from his eyes that I had said something pleasing. It was now or never. I had to regain control back.
“Perhaps you'll allow me show you more.” I said and tried to sit upright, pushing me back a little.
His cock shifted out in response, giving me small relief. He stared at me a while, then licked his lips, his eyes fed on my breasts.
I have him finally. I thought.
“I'll certainly love that,” he started. “But tonight, I'll rather have you just the way I want.”
Perhaps I was wrong.
His hands took me by surprise on my waist and flipped me to face the bed, my ass arched to his pleasure.
I turned my face, trying to catch a glimpse of the satisfaction he was getting, but I could stop only at a half turn.
The door stood directly in my sight, slightly open and by the corner a shadow. No, a person illuminated by the light; his eyes watching us.
I peered long enough to see who it was and I caught the unique beard.
Jonathan.