Chapter 19 CORRUPTED 18+
SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.
The only sound in the room below the hatch is that of a deafening silence, as Lucien and I sit facing each other. His last words echo in my head, as the meaning of them bites back at me with a cruel smile.
I've heard rumors of how he is in bed. Every girl who had the honor of spending the night with him raved on and on about him, how big he is, and how dominant he is. I remembered the days and weeks of having to listen in on their droning about how much of a sex god he is in bed.
All my life, I'd kept myself for Matt, and now that he's out of the picture, all I wanted to do was to keep myself for the right person, someone I would love, and would love me back. As much as the thought of exploring with Lucien gnawed at me, the times we'd spent together and the way he acted in our fake relationship convinced me of how passionate he could be, and we hadn't even gone past kissing and half-holding.
But at the same time, the thought of Matt leaving me for Roxanne gnawed at me, as the thought of the reason being that my inadequacies pushed him to her arms.
"How would that work?" I asked, and he placed his drink on the table before leaning back and crossing his legs.
"What do you want to do?" He asked, and I swallowed at the thought of what he would do to me, of how it would feel.
No one knew, but I wasn't entirely innocent. I'd....touched myself to the thought of him from the first day we kissed at school.
"I don't know.....but....everything," I whispered, and at that, his eyes darkened with something....hungry.
In no time, he stood to his feet, walked to where I sat, and dropped closer to me. Lifting his hand under my chin, he forced our eye contact together again, as he leaned in. His lips brushed my ears as he caressed my neck slowly; the feel of his fingers brushing against my skin sent a flush up my cheek.
"I can make you feel good...so good, you'd reject every other man's touch." He whispered, his warm breath on my skin as he kissed the spot where my neck and my shoulder met.
With a whimper, I grabbed onto his shirt as I leaned back in my seat instinctively. He kissed his way up my neck before stopping at my lips. With my face in his palms as he cupped my cheeks, he leaned in slightly and asked;
"What do you want?"
"To feel good," I whispered my words like they were sinful.
He smirked, "Is it okay to take your clothes off?" He asked, and I nodded in response, but he wasn't having it. "Words, little rabbit."
I blushed at his nickname and said. "Yes."
At my word, he looks at me for what feels like hours before withdrawing from me slowly. For a moment, I thought I did something wrong, thought I'd repulsed him, or amused him.
After all, he's Lucien, and I'm just plain charity case Sloane.
But he says, "Get up, and take off your clothes." His tone commands as he takes off the beaded bracelet from his wrists and then his jacket.
On shaky legs, I rise, proceeding to unbutton the first three buttons on my dress before lifting it over my head. I stand before him, dressed in nothing but my lacy thong and bra.
He looks at my body in silence, one that stretches out for too long, and makes me feel he's repulsed by what he sees.
Instinctively, I tug at my skin, my bands behind my back like I'm before my superior, and he notices immediately.
"Don't hide your sexy body from me." He says, and immediately, I place my hands back at my side. "You're still dressed."
He says, and with shaky fingers, I tug at the clasp of my bra until it unclasps, and my tits are set free from its enclave.
The second my breasts are released, he lets out a guttural sound as his eyes drone in on my large breasts. I catch sight of his cock, which tents in his pants like a monster begging to be released.
I saw it earlier this morning, but right now, it looks huge, like it could rip someone apart.
Hooking my hands on the inside of the band of my thong, I slide it down my hips and my legs until I stand before him, naked as the day I was born.
"Fuck." He groans, staring at my body. His eyes darken further as he takes me in.
"Won't you take yours off?" I asked, and instantly, he ripped his jacket and shirt off his body in one go.
He rises to his feet before me, unbuttons his pants, and takes them off.
Now that his pants are off, his cock looks larger than I'd seen earlier, as it juts out at me without mercy.
"What are we gonna do now?" I ask, my inexperience gnawing at me.
"I make you scream." He says, and before I know it, he's on me.
He crashes his lips to mine, stealing my breath as he kisses me while palming my breasts. The moment his hands make contact with my tits, he groans in my mouth with something primal at the back of his throat.
Before I know it, he lifts me off my feet, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. He walks us somewhere, without breaking the kiss as he devours my lips like it's his favourite treat.
His hands roam all over my body without holding back. They're everywhere; on my hips, my ass, which he grabs on, his hands fist their fullness as he groans with every grip, his hands touch on my tits, the skin of my inner thighs, but not my pussy.
He pulls back after some time, our breathing heavy as he stares at me with dark eyes, his arms on either side of me.
"Spread your legs." He commands, and I notice that we're in the kitchen, with me on the counter, and him before me.
He doesn't wait for me to move, as he lifts my legs, forcing me to scoot back as he lifts my legs to my knees so I sit on the counter, with my bare pussy in his face, all of me exposed before him, for him to do as he pleases.
He stares at my pussy with an expression that makes me want to both run and stay. It's hungry, primal, guttural...reminding me of the look a wolf gives its prey before it dives in for a meal.
"Fuck." He says, his hands rub on his chin like he's thinking, like he's framing the image of my pussy into the deepest parts of my mind. Suddenly, he pulls back and says something that has my skin heating;
"I need to film this."
"What...but what if it leaks?" I ask.
"I'll pour acid on the eyes of every fucker that dares to look at this sight. It's mine alone, you understand?" He asks, his facial expression not playing around, so I nod and say.
"Yes. It's yours."
At that, he calms down visibly, pulls a small recording device from a drawer beside me.
After setting it up, my skin is heated up with the need to have him on me, as my pussy drenches at the thought of him filming what he was about to do to me.
"I don't want you holding back. The second I realise you're holding back your moans from me, you don't get to come, understood?" He asked.
"Yes," I said, and from there, he wasted no time.
He grabs my hips and angles my pussy to his face so I'm leaning back slightly. The second his lips connect with my pussy, a sound is released from my throat.
One I don't recognise. I sound like a porn star, like a wanton, filthy woman getting her needs handled.
He sucks, licks, and nips at my pussy like a man starved, without mercy for me. My hands tug at his hair as he sucks on my pussy with both his lips and tongue.
Without warning, he thrusts his finger into my pussy, as his lips close around my clit.
"Ohh!!" I moan lewdly as I grind my pussy into his face, and my hand drives his hair further into my pussy without letting up my grip.
"Please! Please, it's so good. Fuck!" I barely recognise my voice as I grind into his face. He pulls back for a moment, and the moment I see his face, I grow impossibly wetter.
His lips, chin, and moustache are glossy with my juices. He licks his lips, like he'd just had his favourite candy, as he thrusts in my pussy with one finger, and his other hand flicks my clit.
"You're so beautiful. Such a good girl, look at how you moan for me, baby." He cooned as he thrust in my pussy, his other hand grabbed my breast, as he flicked my hard nipple, adding a strong arousal and pleasure which shot straight to my pussy.
All of a sudden, the overwhelming urge to pee grows stronger, not letting up as I try to focus on something else. With every stroke of his hands on my breast and pussy, it becomes stronger.
He dives back in for another taste, burying his face in my juices.
"Oh! I think I'm gonna pee." I whispered, but he caught it.
He chuckles against my pussy, the vibrations of his laugh add to my pleasure. He pulls back, with a smile and says;
"Let go, baby."
He smacks my clit, the lewd sound of his hand meeting my drenched centre fills with room.
And I let go immediately, my orgasm hits me straight in the chest as my body locks, and I come...violently.
"Oh fuck! I'm coming." I scream, and his mouth is back on my clit without mercy as he sucks on my pussy, prolonging my orgasm and after shocks.