European Secrets (Madrid - Vol. One) (3 page)

He pulled out a key
and smiled. “The door locks from the inside. You need a key to come
in from the outside.”

**********

She
rode a cab home, confused. She had been desperate for him to make
love to her. No, she corrected herself. She had wanted him
to
fuck
her. He
was teasing her. Pushing her to beg. It made her long for him. She
felt a mixture of lust and anger toward him, and the combination
churned in her stomach as the cab neared her hotel. Submission.
She’d wanted more, despite herself. But to give her everything
would be to obey
her
, she realized. And in this game, she wanted to obey
him.

She
sent a message to Kate, baffled at how the evening had
unfolded:
The publisher?

He’s
in Paris on vacation. That wasn’t his apartment.
Smiley face.

**********

Her
hotel room felt empty and over air-conditioned. She hadn’t expected
to be home so early. She found the bottle of wine she’d opened
earlier and settled onto the balcony. The night sky revealed faint
stars competing with streetlights for prominence. She scribbled
more notes down, her writing a little sloppy from wine and a
rattled mind. She’d assumed that with submission would come sex,
but instead she’d been forced to accept less. Perhaps that was real
submission, she wondered, toying with the idea as it jabbed at
her.

As the streets
quieted, she felt more alone, and she cocooned herself in sheets.
Bolstered under pillows, she willed him to fade from her mind and
allow sleep to come. Jet lag had already warped her sense of time,
and she felt torn between sleep and writing. But eventually it did
come, with dreams of him and of her novel. He merged with her hero,
and she merged with her heroine. She disengaged from her body and
watched a scene unfold. He held her down over rumpled sheets,
binding her again to the bed frame. But this time he was naked, and
hovered over her, biting her lip lightly, before entering her. She
watched her with him, part character, part herself. Felt her need
met as he filled her and thrust into her.

She woke with sheets
wet between her legs. Sweat pooled on her chest, but the cool air
chilled her. She showered again and changed into a thin camisole
and shorts. She jumped at she heard a knock at the door. It was
past midnight.

Pedro stood at the
door, in the same shirt and tie.

“
How
do you know where I’m staying?” Her pulse raced.

“
I’m
staying in the room opposite yours. That wasn’t my office.” He
smiled, looking at her body.

She walked toward him,
bold, angry, and full of need for him. They slid back into her
hotel room wrapped in each other, and he pinned her against the
wall as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Her camisole and
shorts fell to the floor as she pushed his shirt off his back, and
he raked down her underwear as she grappled with his belt. He slid
the leather from his belt loops and let it drop to the floor as she
unzipped his pants, and found his hard cock straining for freedom
underneath. She turned and pressed him against the wall of the
hallway, and felt him shiver as she slid down his body, her curves
gliding over him as she made her way down. She took his wet cock in
her mouth, and sucked hard as she rubbed the base of his thick
shaft. His hands were in her hair, gripping handfuls of it as the
pleasure of her tongue and lips left him weak and propped against
the wall.

“
Yes…” His sighs were low and heavy with need for more. She
sucked harder, and he guided her farther into his mouth, tensing
the muscles of his hard stomach. As his control slipped a little
more he eased her up and toward the desk opposite the bed, where
she lay flat on her back with her legs curled around his waist. His
fingers were warm as they entered her, first one, then two. She
arched her hips, and he dropped to his knees and kissed her thighs,
still teasing her with his fingertips until his lips replaced them.
He flicked his tongue over her rapidly, enjoying the moan it
released from her. As his fingers entered her again, she spread
wider. He sank deeper into her, hungry for her.

“
Fuck me,” she begged him.

He stood and took his
cock in his hand, but held back. “Tease me first,” he ordered,
staring down at her breasts that curved to the bedroom ceiling. He
moved her ass farther up the desk, so she lay on it fully. She
obliged, opening her legs for him, and moving her hands down her
body. She stopped to finger her nipples as he stared.

“
More,” he demanded, his eyes following the movement of her
fingers. She found her pussy wet between her legs and began to
touch herself, sliding her fingers into her opening and up over her
clit. He looked on with his cock in his hand. His eyes consumed
her.

“
I
want you inside me,” she whispered, opening herself with one hand
and fingering with the other. His stare aroused her as much as his
hands and lips.

“
No,
more,” he insisted, rubbing his cock a little faster. He moved
closer and inserted his finger into her as she touched herself, and
she sighed at the sensation of being opened farther.

“
Yes,” he replied, aroused by how the rapid movement of her
own fingers were sending shivers through her. Her body tensed and
strained as her fingertips swirled.

“
But
I want to come with you inside me,” she replied, exhaling as a
thicker wave of pleasure rolled over her.

“
We
have all night, Annie,” he corrected, probing her deeper with two
fingers. “I want to see you come.”

She loved this game.
His dominance and determination, and his insistence on watching
her. She came as he fucked her with his eyes and fingers, and
gripped the sides of the desk as it rippled through her. The feel
of her body tense with climax dissolved his restraint, and he
pulled her forward as she wrapped her legs around his waist again.
He teased her opening with his cock, rubbing it against her and
almost entering her. She grasped his arms; a silent plea for him to
thrust into her. She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply as he met
her need, at last. He held her legs wide open, allowing himself the
lust of feeling her clasping tightly around him. She felt her body
slide under the cool wood veneer as he raised her higher and pushed
into her faster, digging into her thighs and watching her.

Gently he pulled her off the desk and turned her around, then
kicked her legs wider and pushed her back down, so she was more
open to him
.

“
Annie,” he whispered as he took her. “I'm going to fuck you
until you scream. Don't move.”

She
moaned, holding tight to the edge of the table as he slammed
against her. She wanted to thrust back into him; she wanted all of
him, now. He felt her need and teased her, withdrawing, then
pushing deeper again. He rolled his hips and moved persistently and
rhythmically. He wouldn't go faster, he wouldn't go slower, just
steady. Deeper, as his balls slapped against her
.

She
wanted to scream; to wake the hotel guests and let the world know
how well he fucked her
.

He groaned as she
clenched again, enjoying how tight and wet she was around his
thickness. His warm, large hands held her hips and squeezed her
breasts, pinching her nipples as he thrust into her. She shook at
the conflict of fulfilment and frustration as her orgasm built
inside her again, slowly curling between her legs and unfolding.
Her fingers flexed and twitched as it worked through every part of
her. The swirling pressure of pleasure that waxed and waned as he
drove harder, then eased. Every nerve in her body was concentrated
on his movement and the ache of desire for me. She was waiting to
come, but didn’t want it to end, and that tight control made every
thrust more fulfilling. But it began to unravel, and she entered a
tunnel of total focus, with her breasts swelling in his hands. One
more thrust would push her over the edge.

He
pulled her up by her hair and increased his pace, and his lips bit
her ear delicately. He pushed harder and faster as he felt her
come, and then tensed and climaxed inside her, filling her with the
warmth of his release. The stood together a moment, with his strong
arms holding onto her tight, and she felt his breath slow on her
neck. He swept hair off her face and kissed her, then took her
hand. His fingers flexed, intertwined with hers, and then led her
to bed
.

The
digits of her phone glowed 5.00 a.m. She closed her eyes as he held
her from behind, and she tried to forget that she had to write
tomorrow. It would have to be the afternoon. The scent of amber
cologne still lingered on his skin, and he felt warm next to her in
the cool of the cotton sheets. The street was almost quiet outside,
and the curtains fluttered against the open window. His chest began
to rise and fall against her back. He was asleep next to her; this
man she’d met twelve hours ago. She smiled at the possibilities of
travel. How it made the unlikely a sudden option, and revealed new
pathways to her as her feet made their way around the city. She
wanted more. More of the unlikely and unknown. Paris would be next,
then Rome and London. She had no idea what would happen in those
three cities, but Pedro, she mused, was the beginning of a greater
adventure. His hair brushed against her as he murmured and she felt
a confusing mix of peace and disquietude. The intimacy of a moment
with someone she didn’t know, but whom she’d already given her body
to and taken from
.

Lying in a bed beneath unknown ground, where the air and
water and footsteps of passers-by were alien to her, but accepted
her into the fold. She wondered if every man she met she’d remember
as a part of the city; an extension of the experience, but leave
the recognition of his breath and skin against hers. Or if she’d
carry it in her as a sensual memory. She turned over and fell
asleep against his chest, twisting a finger through his hair and
wondering if it would be the last time she’d be naked next to
him
.

She woke to the sound
of car horns and scooters roaring past in the street below, and to
the feel of his hands exploring her body. Still hovering in the
space between dreaming and consciousness, she succumbed to the
pleasure of his hand kneading her breast as he pressed his cock
against her ass. He was still here, in her bed.

“
Vamos a ducharnos…”

“
Hmm?” She turned and burrowed her face into his
neck.

“
Let’s shower.” He stepped out of bed and pulled her with him.
As they stood under warm water, he continued to explore her,
rubbing soapy fingers over her breasts and ass as she enjoyed the
feel of the slippery skin of his hard chest. She was wet for him
again, and he fingered her as he pressed her stomach against the
tiles of the shower. He thrust into her, grabbing her breasts as he
filled her. She gripped the tiles as he moved, trembling with
pleasure and surprise from the sudden penetration. His hands were
on her back, sliding down to what he wanted. She shivered as his
fingers found her ass, and he began to ease into her, gently but
persistently, with his cock still deep in her pussy.

“
You
like that?” He whispered, pushing a little farther.

“
Yes,” she breathed, pushing toward him from her hips. He
groaned at how her soapy, wet body accepted him. He pulled his cock
from her pussy and raised it, rubbing it against the opening of her
ass. Her body pulsed, and she felt her wet folds ache to be filled
again. But he wanted something more, and he continued to play. He
was so thick, she wondered if she could take him, but her body
responded regardless, bending back to give him more of her. She
cried out and then moaned as he entered her, pushing the boundaries
of what she thought she wanted, and it unravelled her. His fingers
circled her again as she throbbed hot and cold for him. His body
was hot against hers, and he spanked her lightly.

She caught her breath
at his length and breadth pushing into her tight little opening,
slick with oily soap, and moaned again as his fingers plunged into
her pussy. Her tightness was a firm grip of pleasure around him,
bringing him rapidly to a summit. He bent her farther forward and
held her breasts firmly as it took him over the edge of restraint,
and he groaned as he came inside her. His heart beat in quick thuds
in his chest behind her as he withdrew, but she was still dying for
relief from the building pleasure between her legs. He felt it and
continued to circle her, while his other hand glided in and out of
her wet pussy from behind. She was aching to come, but wanted to
face him.

She
stepped out of the shower, and he eased her onto the bathroom
vanity, where she enveloped him with her legs. His black hair
streamed water over his caramel-colored skin, and his wet lips were
on her neck. His fingers traced her opening, gliding up over the
hood of her clit and down again. One finger, two, entered her and
withdrew, and he flicked her with his thumb. As she gripped him
tighter and he felt her tense, he teased her until she came,
pulsing and wet under his fingertips and crying out at the relief
of her need met under his touch.