Billionaire's Defiant Mistress Page 4

  “I think I am hungry again.” She stood behind her chair so she could keep moving and ate a few mouthfuls of chicken and potato. She was truly relaxed now and didn't notice she had dropped all pretence of being anything or anyone other than who she was, Sarah Daykin.

  “Let's go sit by the fire. It's through that door at the end of the room,” he said, pointing through the French window into the room with antiques and statues. “Just go in and I will bring you a plate through.”

  “That's OK.” She added a piece of chicken, a potato and a few vegetable pieces to her plate. “I've got it.”

  Carlos slid back the door and Sarah ran through it as quickly as she could considering the shoes she was wearing and considering she had a plate half full of food. She headed for the door on the other side of the room as Carlos watched her curvaceous bottom wriggling from side to side. He wanted her so badly at that moment. She was so young she was barely a woman and as she stopped pretending to be a sophisticated woman so she became even more charming and endearing. Her real self came through. She was self reliant and selfless. Innocent yet simultaneously worldly. She was no pushover and yet vulnerable. And tonight she will be mine, he hoped.

  Carlos caught up with Sarah within a minute and discovered her sitting in the old leather armchair, her knees pointing towards the hearth with her upper body leaning forwards as she finished off her dinner by the log-fire. He took a position in the matching leather sofa opposite Sarah and watched, entranced as she took her final mouthful of food before casually placing her plate on the stone hearth to the side of the fire.

  “That was lovely chicken. And this fire is so relaxing. Whatever possessed us to go outside?” Sarah's relaxed conversation reflected her passive state of mind. “I'm going to take these shoes off and warm my feet up.”

  Sarah leaned forward and pulled at the strap to begin unbuckling her shoe.

  “Please, allow me.” Carlos leapt forward and like a man about to propose he bent down on one knee and begun to release her second shoe. But he took much longer to release her foot from the shoe than Sarah had taken. In fact, had Sarah's mind not been engulfed with thoughts concerning the erotic nature of his slow shoe striptease she would have realised that she could have taken off a pair of hiking shoes in half the time, even if they had been tied with a double bow. But all she could think about was the pleasure rolling up her calf as he slowly stroked her insole with his thumb. As her heel left the shoe she felt his other hand slide underneath her sole, rubbing the soft fleshy parts causing a tingling down her neck.

  His hands moved up her ankle on route to gently massaging her calf. “I do love bare legs.” His tone was very approving and sounded to Sarah as if he might be talking to himself. “Even in winter, English girls have bare legs. Much better than stockings.”

  She was in a semi-hypnotic state. His touch on her legs was creating waves of contentment through her body whilst his deep, soft voice seemed to reassure her that experiencing such pleasure was perfectly normal. Then just as she was drifting off she felt her body trembling as his fingers touched the back of her knee. “Carlos –“

  “Yes, my dear?” Had it not been the first time he would have continued the climb up her legs. His favourite erotic routine being to slowly pleasure with his fingers, bring her to orgasm with slow licks of his tongue and then carry them off to bed for long session of pleasure. But this was his first time with Sarah and she had suddenly halted his advance. He stood up and noticed just how delicate she looked without her heels and her feet placed flat on the ground.

  As the log fire gave out a crackle as the wood split open and the long shadows beat against the walls around the room, Sarah realised that the night was going to be a big one for her. She was nervous though reconciled to her fate. She was ready for what was going to happen that night, it was just proceeding more quickly than she had anticipated.

  “Are we going to have some...” She hesitated as she realised what the word dessert would imply. “...pudding.”

  “Is that what you want right now?” he teased.

  Sarah didn't want anything in particular at that moment. She was just delaying the inevitable.

  “It can wait.” She was being overtaken by a flurry of nerves. “I seem to have been talking about myself all night. You haven't told me anything about you.”

  “About what?” he growled.

  “Anything.” What did she want to know? She wasn't sure about anything at that moment. She was beginning to feel out of her depth, unable to halt the surge of desire flooding through her physical and mental self. “You. Your life and work. What dreams do you have?”

  He wasn't interested in discussing his dreams. He had other plans for the next few hours. And if he did tell a woman about his dreams doesn't that just get her making preparation for their happy ever after? And did he have any dreams left? If he told her he had no dreams that would just set her on the path of proving him wrong. That she was the one who could inspire him again.

  “There is only one thing you need to know about me, Sarah.” He took a step forward and grabbed her hands pulling her into a standing position. She offered no resistance, instead using the minimum energy needed to stand up. It was clear to her what was going to happen next though she felt she had to be guided through each stage, her role being to passively respond as he took the lead.

  “What's that?” She looked up at him and could see the desire in his eyes. She could feel her head spinning with need and a million questions she wanted to ask if only she dared. And she could feel the strength draining from her muscles as it was replaced by a stillness of tingling pleasure.

  “This.” His head came down and his lips pressed against hers in a long kiss, swallowing her up in a wave of emotion unlike any kiss she had experienced before.

  Chapter 3

  Carlos's bedroom was the biggest bedroom she had ever seen. Her first steps into the room were intimidating – she felt as though she was a small boat floating on giant waves in the centre of an ocean storm. She had lost control of her destiny; her direction and fate being in the hands of Carlos and her surroundings. In front of the log fire, where Carlos had been kissing and kissing her until their lips had moved as one and their bodies had pressed tightly together in urgent need, she had felt no qualms. As the fire had hissed and crackled in the background and cast its light into the room, Carlos had pulled his hand through her hair and for a short time at least Sarah had felt as if she had found her place in the world. A place she thought of as heavenly; one which was ruled by feeling and the pull and allure of sensual pleasure.

  The kissing had become more frantic and she had felt the sense of urgency growing in his body just as she had recognised the need in hers. And right at the moment she had clamoured for more he had taken his lips from hers and spoken softly into her ear instead.

  “We have to stop this right now or I will have to take you right here. We should find somewhere more comfortable for our first time, my dear Sarah.”

  His intention had been clear. It was a stark and scary moment for Sarah because of her inexperience but her heart was pounding so strongly and her body was so tense with a yearning for him that she had been unable to do anything other than nod her head at him, giving Carlos the approval to take her by the hand and lead her through the side door and towards the grand staircase. She had followed him with short, quick steps as she had climbed the staircase, her mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen. Would she disappoint him? Had she given herself to him too easily? She had hadn't she? And now she stood in this giant sized bedroom with a mixture of emotion; eager anticipation and desire but with a feeling of doubt and worry.

  “Sarah, my dear.” Carlos could sense her doubt and pulled her towards him, pressing against her as he tilted her face up towards his. “Have you changed your mind? Do you not want me any more?”

  Sarah was lost for words. What could she say? She could lie, tell him she had got carried away in the moment and had now changed her mi
nd. She knew he would let her go, into the Manchester night and back to her shop assistant life, never to see him again. He was honourable but proud enough never to ask her out again. But why lie? She would only look back on this moment for the rest of her life and ask the question: What if? Could she really spend her life wondering what could have been? He hadn't told her anything about his life or his dreams, he seemed not to want to share himself and his life with her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't.

  “Yes, I want you Carlos. I do want you.” Her voice was soft and whispered, her warm breath on his ear sending waves of tingling pleasure through Carlos's neck, the surge of uncomplicated pleasure causing a smile on his lips.

  “Then we are lucky because I happen to want you too.” He continued with a question, part rhetorical. “Do you want to know how much I want you?”

  “Carlos...” Her words were cut off as he kissed down her neck, his mouth finding the hollow in her shoulder blade. “This is how much I want you.”

  She gasped as he cupped her breast in his hand through the thin material of her dress as his other hand pulled down the zip at the back. All the time his lips hovered over hers in an intimate erotic dance. She moaned softly as he pulled her arms through the dress and let it drop to the floor. She stood there in her underwear and felt the cool air, though her skin was tingling like it was on fire. Should she tell him? Her thoughts were numbed as his hands and lips left a trail of pleasure around her body.

  He cupped her bottom with his palms and pulled her closer, she swallowed. “Carlos...”

  “I want to kiss every inch of you. To study you so closely that I know everything there is to know about your body. But I have such a strong desire for you right now, that pleasure will have to wait.” He held her wrists and guided her hand to his shirt buttons. It was a long time since he had wanted a woman as much as he wanted Sarah at that moment. “Please, undo these buttons.”

  Sarah's hands trembled as she tried to undo the first button. It seemed like an impossible task and she felt as if she couldn't ever undo all of them. But then she felt his chest and the texture of his flesh and she became hungry for more. She felt greedy, as if she had come across an oasis after days of thirst and needed to drink and drink. Running her hands and fingers through the hair on his chest, she felt his body respond in twists and jerks as his head tilted backwards. She brushed her finger tips over his hardened nipple and heard him laugh quietly in a groan of obvious pleasure.

  “I have almost forgotten why I brought you up here,” he murmured. “It was to take you to bed.” He bent forward slightly and swooped her up, carrying her to the giant sized bed – the biggest bed Sarah had ever seen.

  He laid her down on top of the duvet and kept his eyes on hers as he pulled off his clothes. As he got down to his dark, silk boxer shorts, Sarah could see his bulge pressed against the smooth material. She felt a shiver down her spine as she realised what was about to happen. Should she say something? Was it wrong not to say something?

  “Your body is trembling Sarah, are you feeling cold?” he growled. He lay beside her and pulled part of the duvet over her as he pulled her against his warm body.

  “No, it's not not cold.”

  “Then we can finish undressing.” As he spoke he reached round and unclipped her bra and tossed it to the floor, then he began sliding her panties over her thighs. His fingers gracefully touched her legs as he pulled them lower and lower before finally discarding them near to where her bra had fallen. He finished by taking off his own boxers, down to his knees with his hands before wriggling his shins through them and flicking them away with his foot.

  Carlos pulled her to him and felt a shuddering sigh pass through his body as he felt their nakedness pressing together. How long had it been since he had last been with a woman? It was long enough for her closeness to catch in his throat as he began his voyage of discovery of her body as he gently stroked her skin.

  As he moved around kissing her naked flesh he found himself hanging over her and caught a glimpse of her head laying against the pillow, her hair sprayed out like a golden halo. He noticed her curved, feminine body with its rounded hips and luscious breasts. She looked like a goddess he thought to himself, a goddess who was content with giving herself to him. “Sarah, you are so beautiful. I am a very lucky man to be with you.”

  “And you are so handsome,” she replied. “Kiss me.”

  His head lowered making his lips press against hers. He felt her body melt into his as her hands ran through his hair pulling him tighter to her as her hips rocked restlessly, seeking to explore him with every part of her. Eventually he pulled away and traced a line round her lips with his finger. “One second.”

  He turned away from her and stretched over the bed scrambling a few feet using his arms and knees. “Where are you going?” Sarah pleaded as she became alarmed with him leaving her side.

  “Just to here.” He pulled open the drawer at the side of the bed and as he ripped open the wrapper and begun sliding on the condom she realised what he was doing. It was time to tell him. She needed to say something.

  And he glided over her once more and kissed her again. She was sunk into the pillow thinking how perfect it was and how she would only break the mood if she revealed what it was she so desperately wanted to say – but couldn't. He groaned and whispered her name, kissing her neck as he placed his knees between hers and parted her legs. Then she felt his hardness pressing against her, about to push into her moistened heat. “Carlos...”

  “Yes?” He spoke impatiently, out of breath, as he was becoming lost in his senses and the sense of urgency the moment brought.

  “It's the first time I have done this.” Her voice trailed off. She gave out a gasp of breath as she felt him thrust into her.

  A sense of dread washed over Carlos and he shuddered. But he was in too deep now, and he felt her arms squeeze the side of his body and her hands running along his back briefly before her nails dug into his shoulder blades. He couldn't have stopped now, even if he had wanted to stop. He probably couldn't have pulled away as her grip on him got tighter and her breath heated his neck as she whispered his name.

  Such was her tightness that as he moved inside her he thought he would explode in her at any second. He had to fight to hold himself back using all the skills he had evolved since losing his own virginity at the age of seventeen. In holding off he was able to slowly build Sarah towards her own sweet pleasure, to build within her an intensity and need which would explode before him. Isn't it difficult for a virgin to achieve an orgasm the first time? He wanted to disprove that statistic and would hold himself back as long as he could. Over and over he would reach the edge only to pull himself from the brink and calm himself down.

  Each time he did he would continue a little slower and more deliberately, watching her and seeing how she became more abandoned and more impassioned and fulfilled. Finally he heard her give out a cry of disbelief as he felt her back arch underneath him. Never before had she felt such intense sensations as she had spasms around him and gasped as though she was on the brink of drowning. Then only as she slowed in her movements and became motionless did he finally allow himself to release into her. His pleasure went on and on as he felt a sense of anger and disbelief ripple through his body whilst he had flashes of thoughts about what he had just done.

  After he had finished, he rolled away and propped himself up on his arm looking down on her flushed cheeks and wild hair spread around the pillow. His breathing was short and he steadied his thoughts and waited for his excited body to return to a more normal state. “You have some surprises, Sarah.”

  She noted a tone of disapproval in his voice as she lay there, her hand tapping on her breastbone. “About this being my first time?”

  “Indeed, you really should have told me.”

  “I know, I should have told you but I didn't know when and it never seemed the right moment.”

  He could see her anxiety and he wasn't about to start feeling guilty
about what had happened. She was the one who should be having negative feelings about what had happened, not him.

  “The moment you chose was a little too late – there were better times you could have chosen. It was too late for me to do anything about it,” he growled. It had been too late for him and that had made him feel a sense of powerlessness. A feeling he hated. He had been powerless in his past and had sworn never to feel powerless again, and yet this woman had put him into a position where he had not been in control of himself and what was happening. He didn't do powerlessness any more.

  “Would you have stopped if I had told you earlier? At which point would you have been unable to continue?” She noticed the darkness in his eyes.

  Carlos was thinking about his answer. Could he have stopped if she had told him earlier? Indeed he could have but then, would he have wanted to stop? Being able to resist her is very different to wanting to resist her. But he hadn't been given the option because she had drawn him in and told him when it was too late. Her unbelievable pronouncement had come after the point of no return.

  “Why on earth have you permitted a man to take your virginity on the first date?” he asked forcefully.

  His actions and words made him sound as if he believed she had just done something wrong. Had she been so shameful?

  “Someone has to be my first.” Her response was said in a matter of fact tone as if it was such an obvious truth.

  “But with a man you hardly know?” Carlos said it as a question but Sarah heard it as a statement. He had no intention of forming a lasting relationship with her. He wasn't looking for deep and meaningful and the evening to him was to be a distant memory a week from now, but for her... How could she ever forget her first time? With disdain, he shook his head. “How old are you?”