Chapter 71 A Private Room (R18)
Deborah’s breath hitched, not from fear, but from the shock of hearing Luther’s voice again. Soft. Ruined. Begging.
“Deborah… I missed you. Please come back.”
For a heartbeat she couldn’t move. Then she yanked her wrist away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, her voice trembling with anger she had buried too deeply for too long.
But Luther didn’t flinch. He stepped closer, his presence a storm that had waited too long to break.
His hand didn’t grab her again, but it hovered near her elbow, guiding, urging.
“Not here,” he whispered. “People are watching.”
“I don’t care,” she snapped.
“I do.”
The quiet, desperate edge in his tone made her chest twist. Before she could stop him, he slipped his fingers around her wrist again, gentler this time, almost careful and pulled her into a side corridor. Her heels clicked sharply on the marble as she tried to resist, but his grip was firm, unyielding, familiar.
“Luther.....stop!”
He opened a door she hadn’t even noticed, leading her into a restricted wing of the hall. The security scanner blinked green for him.
Deborah froze. “You shouldn’t have access here.”
“I told you,” he said quietly, voice low as the door shut behind them, sealing them in. “There are things you never knew.”
He pulled her into a private room, a bedroom, elegantly furnished, quiet, dimly lit with soft gold lights. A place meant for high-profile guests or executives needing privacy.
The door clicked shut. Silence wrapped around them like velvet. Deborah stepped back instantly. “Let go.”
Luther released her. The distance between them was only a few steps, but it felt like an entire history stretched tight, too tight between them.
He moved closer. “Don't tell me to stay away,” he whispered. “Tell me you don’t want me to stay away.”
Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Her silence shattered his control. He crossed the room in three long strides, stopping just inches from her. His hand lifted, hesitated, then cupped her jaw as if touching something sacred.
“Deborah…” he breathed. “…please.” She should have pushed him away. She should have walked out.
She should have slapped him. But when his forehead touched hers, something inside her cracked open, days of longing, anger, pain, love she tried so hard to bury.
“Don’t,” she whispered, but her voice was thin, shaky.
Luther’s thumb traced her cheek.
“I can’t lose you again, baby.” And then, he kissed her. Not gently. Not politely. But with the force of every night he had spent missing her, every word he couldn’t say, every apology he owed. His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss until her breath tangled with his.
Deborah’s fingers curled into his shirt, gripping it hard, as if anchoring herself to something she swore she didn’t want to need.
His lips moved with hunger, but not demand, desperate, aching, reverent. His other hand rested on her waist, warm and steady, drawing her against him inch by inch.
“Luther…” she breathed against his mouth, her eyes fluttering shut.
He kissed the corner of her lips, slow and lingering, as if memorizing her all over again. “I missed this,” he murmured. “I missed you. All of you.”
Her heart hammered, her breaths shallow, her mind a blur of heat and memory and anger that melted too easily.
She placed her palm on his chest, but not to push him away, only to feel the frantic, uneven beat underneath.
“Don’t leave me again,” he whispered shakily, surprising even deborah.
His lips brushed her jaw, gentle now.
The words dropped between them, heavy, foreboding. But his mouth found hers again, slower this time, deeper, a kiss that wasn’t rushed or stolen, but full of promises and unspoken truths. Deborah didn’t pull away. Not yet. Not when everything felt like something she had missed too much.
Deborah, resplendent in her elegant gown, gazed at Luther, handsome as ever in his tuxedo. The extravagant gala was a blur behind them as they slipped away to their opulent suite. The door clicked shut with a finality that spoke of forbidden pleasure to come.
"Luther," Deborah purred, her voice dripping with desire. "This is not right." She stepped close, her ample bosom heaving, and pressed her luscious lips to his in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced, probing and tasting, as strong hands roamed the curves of her body.
Breaking away with a gasp, Deborah backed towards the king-sized bed, trailing Luther by the silk of his bow tie. She sat and began undoing the tiny pearl buttons of her gown. Luther watched, pupils dilating with lust, as more of her creamy skin was revealed.
Luther needed no further invitation. He knelt before her, capturing a rosy nipple in his lips. He sucked and swirled his tongue around the pebbled peak as his hand fondled the other generous breast. Deborah cried out, back arching, pushing more of her lush flesh into his eager mouth. Luther moved lower, kissing a hot trail down her trembling stomach. He reached the hem of her gown and lifted it to expose her most intimate area. Deborah's pussy was glistening and bare, quivering in anticipation.
"Ohhh.... luther..... Ahhh" she mewled as Luther buried his face between her thighs. His tongue lapped long strokes through her slick folds before delving deep inside. Deborah grabbed his hair, grinding herself against his mouth shamelessly. Luther licked and sucked, probing every inch of her soaked flesh until she was writhing.
"Please Luther, What are yo— oh pleaseeee!" Deborah pleaded, voice ragged with desire. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed. With trembling fingers she undid his suit trousers and pulled out his throbbing erection.
"Luther.... that's...... so big....." she purred, stroking his thick shaft. She pumped him slowly, enjoying the way he bucked into her hand. Then she took him into her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around the swollen head.
Luther groaned deeply, head thrown back. "Fuck yes, just like that baby don't stop." His hands gripped her shoulders as she bobbed up and down, taking him deeper each time. The slick sound of her sucking filled the room. After only a minute he had to pull her off.
"Not yet baby, I want to be inside you when I come," he said hoarsely. He laid back on the bed and she climbed on top, positioning him at her entrance. With a slow roll of her hips, she sank down on his thick cock, letting out a long moan as he stretched her.
"Ohhhh Luther, damn it," Deborah cried out, hands splayed on his chest for balance. She began riding him hard, hips gyrating in circles. The slap of flesh on flesh punctuated each downward thrust.
"Fuck, Luther! Ahhhh! Luther..... oooh god!" Deborah demanded breathlessly. Luther obliged, grabbing her hips and slamming up into her. He lifted her off and rolled over, pinning her down on the mattress. He thrust into her over and over, grunting with each stroke. Her walls clenched tight around him.
"Yes yes yes.... Ooooooh!" Deborah chanted mindlessly, nails digging into his back. The wet sounds of their coupling grew louder as they fucked with wild abandon, both chasing their climax.
"Luther, I'm almo—!"
Luther pistoned his hips faster, balls slapping her ass. "Come for me baby, I want to feel you come on my cock," he growled. That was all it took to push Deborah over the edge. She cried out sharply as pleasure crashed through her body in waves.
The rhythmic clenching of her pussy milked Luther's own orgasm from him. He thrust deep one final time and exploded inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for air.
"That was...unbelievable," Deborah said after a moment, chest still heaving.
Luther nodded in agreement, too spent for words. They lay tangled together, basking in the afterglow of their intense coupling.
"I missed you baby, please stay with me."