The Temptress (45 page)

Luc

I carefully stood her up, heated blood surging
through my veins as I led her to my adjustable swing. I felt better for showing
her that I was not afraid to punish her for hurting me, the way she had by
going back on her word to never see a client again and letting me fly from
Paris in a state of agony, which barely eased when I’d seen the state of her as
she’d walked into her house last week. Non, she needed to be clear that I would
not tolerate this sort of behaviour again. Judging by the pink stripes on her
bottom I think she’d got the message. I’d held back, somehow the thought of
taking her to the levels I knew I could, seemed abhorrent to me. Her tears hurt
me, but her body told me that she was confused, that part of her enjoyed this,
which eased my guilt somewhat. I gently sat her on the soft leather seat of the
swing and she hissed as it connected with her hot flesh. I lifted her arms up
and tied the rope on each wrist to the metal chains hanging from the ceiling,
anchored to each end of the leather she was perched on.

‘Grip the chain with your hands,’ I ordered.
She hesitated. ‘Do it now and do not let go. I have secured you to them, but
this will make you feel safe, this is all about pleasure now, ma belle. Trust
me, ok?’

‘Ok, Sir,’ she nodded, doing as she was told. I
walked to the side of the swing and pressed a button on the wall, activating
the motor to turn and slowly gather the chains up, lifting her higher and
higher. She squealed in surprise making me laugh. I released the button when
she was level with my face, my cock quivering to scent her need for me. I
grabbed her ankles and hoisted them over my shoulders, stepping closer so her
calves slid down my back. Mon Dieu, her scent was so bloody arousing.

‘Remember how I told you I wanted your legs
wrapped around my neck, now is that time, ma belle,’ I warned as I dove face
first into her sweet cunt, running my tongue up her length, sweeping over her
clit as I let out a groan to coincide with her own. No one had ever tasted so
good, no one had ever been so damn wet for me, it was a serious rush. She
wasted no time in doing as I asked, her legs dragging me against her as she
leaned back on the swing, forcing herself against my face. I went to work, not
that this could be considered a chore, I’d happily die of suffocation with my
face buried in her delicate folds, but she’d been patient and I’d promised her
pleasure. I teased her slowly as she rocked against my mouth, plunges to her
heated centre, lazy circles around that sensitive little clit of hers, nibbling
it gently between my teeth, sucking on it forcefully with my lips, breaking
each pattern as she approached her climax. I didn’t want her to come until I
was inside her, I wanted to feel her muscles rippling around my shaft so
forcefully as she cried my name in my ear, our bodies moist from exertion. She
started sobbing above me, writhing on her seat, pushing one moment, pulling
away the next until she could maintain control no longer.

‘Please, Sir. Please, please …
please.
I
need you, I need you inside me, don’t tease me any more,’ she mewled. I took
one last suck on her still slick flesh, no matter how fast I lapped at her, she
produced more, she couldn’t get enough of me, which pleased me so much.

‘Then you shall have me. Release your legs,’ I
ordered, impatience suddenly hitting me at the thought of finally being inside
her again. I reached out to flip the switch, lowering her until she was level
with my raging cock, he was like a Japanese Samurai, poised to strike, deadly
and efficient. I pushed her back as I positioned myself, then gripped the
chains and pulled her forwards, running her through with a roar of contentment
as she screamed with pleasure. I pulled and pushed, controlling the pace and
force of each of my thrusts, bending my head to take one of her nipples into my
mouth. It was barely two minutes before she was panting and screaming, tensing
up around me. I slammed into her harder and harder, fighting the urge to
release until I felt her reach her peak, then let go as we exploded in a
powerful mutual orgasm that ripped through my body and had her almost break my
cock with the power of her contracting muscles. I savoured the headiness of the
moment for a while, before reaching up to undo her wrist bindings and she
flopped forward into my arms. Still inside her, I carried her past the flogging
horse and St Andrews Cross, to the four poster bed on the far side, kitted out
with numerous hooks on the struts and on the headboard. We were going to have
so much fun in here, especially exploring the toy chest together, I’d stocked
it with vibrators, anal beads, paddles, crops like the one I’d used on her
earlier, nipple clamps, handcuffs and chains. But for now, she was exhausted
and I just wanted to hold her. When she was rested, we’d fuck, long and hard, I
planned on giving her so many more orgasms today. I gently set her on her side
in the bed and removed her blindfold, then hopped in and pulled the duvet over
us, drawing her into my arms.

‘Hi,’ she smiled as she looked at me.

‘Hi,’ I replied back, gently kissing the tip of
her nose.

‘You’re so … wow.’

‘It takes two to tango, so I hear, you have no
idea how much you turn me on. If you weren’t so tired I’d be ready to go
again.’

‘Seriously?’ she looked at me wide eyed, making
me chuckle.

‘Always for you. So, are you frightened of the
playroom, or would you like to return soon?’

‘I’m happy to return,’ she nodded, as she
twisted her head and looked around, seeing it for the first time. ‘It’s not
red, like I’d imagined.’

‘Cliché,’ I chuckled. I wanted it warm and
inviting, the taupe walls were teamed with the cream carpet, mahogany
furnishings and gold accents with some tasteful contemporary erotic art on the
walls. ‘If you need to freshen up after resting, there is an en-suite as well.’

‘I am in desperate need of freshening up, but I
don’t think I can move, you’ve worn me out.’

‘Then we shall not move, making you happy is my
primary mission,’ I replied, kissing her nose again. I frowned as I looked into
her eyes and saw them fill with tears. ‘What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?’

‘My bottom stings, I got the message, but no I
just feel really emotional. This is … we’re having a serious relationship and
I’ve never had one before.’

‘I am pleased to hear this news, but I don’t
understand why? You are the most stunning woman, you are intelligent, kind,
caring, beautiful inside and out. Why has a man never captured your attention
before.’

‘I never wanted to settle for someone that
couldn’t be everything I needed him to be, not just for me, but for Tristan
too. Before I had him I was very careful, scared of being hurt after my first
boyfriend cheated on me, then I met you and everything changed.’

‘How?’ I asked, as I cupped one side of her
face and gently stroked it.

‘I’ve never had sex that fast, Luc. You took my
breath away, you showed me how passionate a relationship could be, how it
should be when two people want each other so badly and when I ran from you it’s
like I left that ability to feel so strongly with you. Then I was pregnant and
had to think of Tristan, I only wanted a man in our lives if he could fulfil
the fantasy of how I imagined my life with you would have been. It’s crazy, it
was one night,
one night
, but you changed everything.’

‘As did you for me, who is to say this is
crazy? The heart and mind know what they want, some people search a lifetime
for their perfect match and end up settling for second best, they give up hope
and make do, others find that person after years of searching and failed
relationships but still take time to realise what they have. Who’s to say that
fate cannot bring two people that were meant to be together and have them
instantly realise that this is the person who will forever hold their heart,
who stirs such passion in the soul, makes them crave each other like oxygen and
leave them pining when apart. It is rare for this to happen, but it does, we
are living proof of this, ma belle. We are the one in a million.’

‘You’re the one in a million, Luc,’ she
whispered, as she placed her index finger on my lips. ‘You’re
my
one in
a million, you stir such passion, you make me crave, you make me pine and you
hold
my
heart. I’m sorry I haven’t said it sooner, but I was scared of
letting myself feel, only to be hurt again, but I’m not scared anymore because
something deep inside of me is telling me that you
are
my one in a
million. I love you, Luc Le Grand. I think I’ve loved you from the moment you
chased me, held my face and kissed me in the lift of The Domville in Paris, but
I never admitted it to myself until now. I’ve loved you for six years barely
knowing you, but now I do … I’m crazily, madly, unconditionally in love with
you.’

‘Lulu,’ I moaned against her finger, my heart
racing, my stomach doing somersaults. Never had I wanted to hear anything so
badly.

‘I’m not done. I need to tell you why I love
you, so you believe me, because someone who has never experienced love may not
understand what it really means to be loved. I love you because you have spent
thirty-five years starved of it, yet you give it so freely. So many men would
be hardened and closed off after what you went through as a child, it breaks my
heart to think how you suffered. Frightened, alone, cold and hungry. You should
have been cherished, nurtured and loved, unconditionally. I love you because
you’re courageous, tenacious and determined. You set your sights on something
and you make it happen, no matter what the obstacle and you don’t tread on others
to get there. I love you because you’re thoughtful, kind and giving,
emotionally and sexually. I admire all of those qualities in you so much and I
can only hope our son inherits those traits, because if he does he’s going to
become the most incredible man, just like you. I love you because even when
you’re hurting, and I know you’re hurting so badly over Tristan, you still put
on a brave face to try to take away my burden of guilt that I can’t do more to
make him accept you in his life. I love you because I have no other choice but
to, you stole my heart in Paris and it has always belonged to you. It will always
belong to you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that before, but I’m telling you now
and I’m going to tell you every day for the rest of my life, a life in which
I’ll look after you every bit as well as you look after me. I
love
you,
Luc.’

Her words were so full of emotion it actually
hurt my heart to accept them. As a child I’d been ignored and neglected, as a businessman
it was a total contrast, suddenly everyone wanted something from me, be it my
skills with fluctuations in the markets, my considerable wealth, even my sexual
prowess, but no one had ever wanted
me,
the man behind all of those
superficial things. She saw me, she got me, she hurt for me and with me. No one
else had ever chastised me for spending money on them, no one had refused sex
to ensure I got a good night’s sleep, no one had cooked meals for me without me
paying them, or just called me to tell me that they missed me. I blinked as she
smiled at me and shook my head as I felt water on my face. It took me a moment
to realise that I was crying. I had not cried properly like this in years. Not
since the first night I huddled under the railway bridge as a twelve year old,
trying to keep warm curled up inside a cardboard box that I’d dragged from the
alley behind a white goods store. That cardboard box, that was once home to a
washing machine, became my home for nearly a year, until the harsh winter rain
rendered it to a mushy pulp that started to cling to my dirty, ragged and
stinking clothes and gave me pneumonia. I’d been found under the bridge close
to death and rushed to hospital. I’d survived all these years by being strong,
by not letting my emotions get the better of me, but Lulu had somehow seeped
her way into my heart, just like that rain did to my cardboard home all those
years ago. Since I’d been reunited with her, she’d moved me to tears on more
than one occasion. To hear her tell me that she loved me, suddenly validated
all of that hardship. I’d had to go through it so that I could be truly
appreciative of how precious her gift of love to me was. I’d never take it for
granted or squander it. I’d treat it like a rare orchid, water, feed and tend
to it, nurture it to make it grow and blossom. The more I loved her, the more
love I’d receive in return and I had so much love to give.

‘Luc, you look so sad,’ she observed with a
frown.

‘Non, not sad. Neither am I merely happy. I am
ecstatic
.
You have no idea what hearing these words means to me. I have nearly everything
I’ve ever dreamed of, Lulu McQueen, one more piece in the jigsaw and I have
achieved the pinnacle of life’s very purpose.’

‘Your son,’ she whispered, as she wiped my
tears away.

‘Oui, mon fils. I can be patient, I have the
love of his mother, that is more than I dared to hope for.’

‘And one day I know you’ll have his love too,
no one is more deserving.’

I pulled her tightly against my body and kissed
her with a raw passion. We had bared ourselves to each other, but I’d never
felt stronger.

We spent the rest of the day in bed, dozing in
each other’s arms full of contentment, before making love and having a bath
together. I’d tried to do some more work on my laptop while she busied herself
in the kitchen preparing a meal for us both, but I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t
tear my eyes away from her. I waited until she’d put the lid on the casserole
she’d prepared, shoved my laptop to the side and leapt up, striding over to
grab her hand.

‘Again?’ she gasped.

‘I could go all day,’ I chuckled, ‘but I have
some paperwork in my office to give to you first.’