Intrigued and Enchanted (31 page)

“Oh my God Brandon…fuck…Brandon…Brandon.” His name is a litany on my lips. I’m overwhelmed by the intense connection we share. I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm, pulsing around his throbbing cock. It feels so fucking good.

I fist my hands in his beautiful black hair pulling his mouth down onto my breasts. He’s ravenous, his hunger for me evident in every groan and satisfied hum that escapes his throat as he sucks me into his mouth, flicking his tongue in circles around my nipple while gradually building towards his own release. He sets an increasingly fast pace, rocking his hips against me, pumping his beautiful dick in and out of my soaking wet pussy, his balls slapping against my ass with the force of each breath-taking, earth-shattering thrust.

“Fuck…Lily…I’m going to come baby…you feel too fucking perfect. Come with me…Lily.” His sensual, rasping demand is my undoing.

“COME…NOW LILY.” He explodes inside me, his cum emptying into me, spurt, after spurt, after delicious spurt, ripping another mind-altering orgasm from my body. He lets go of my hands, allowing me to rake my nails down his back as we buck against each other frantically, wringing every sweet drop of ecstasy from each other’s bodies. I’m lost in the moment. Nothing else exists except Brandon and I, our bodies joined in the most intimate of ways, our hearts beating in sync, and our lives forever changed as we become one.

“I’m so fucking in love with you Lily. I can barely breathe.” His head slumps down onto my chest, panting in the aftermath of our vigorous love-making. We lie in a tangle of limbs and sheets, letting our heartbeat’s slow to a steady rhythm, and our breathing return to normal. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, blissfully happy and content.

31

The sun streams through the window as I wake, wrapped in Brandon’s strong embrace. Rays of sunlight caress his face as he lays sleeping. His long, black eyelashes kiss his cheeks, his lips plump and ready for my kiss. I can’t help but reach out my finger to run it along the seam of his delicious mouth, his lips so soft to the touch.

Butterflies take flight in my stomach as I remember the intensity of Brandon’s kiss last night as we made love for the first time since our trip to London. I touch my fingers to my lips, closing my eyes, and losing myself to the memory.

“I really am a lucky son of a bitch baby. You are so beautiful in the morning.” He startles me from my reverie.

“Sorry honey, did I wake you?” He pulls me over him until I’m straddling him.

“You didn’t wake me. My body can just sense when you’re awake and ready for me.” A slow, sly grin creeps across his face as he bucks his hips underneath me, making me very aware of his morning erection. The fact that we are both naked is an extra treat as his hard length moves against my swollen folds, my arousal evident as he coats his dick in my juices.

“Always so wet for me sweet girl.” I lean down and kiss his gorgeous lips, pressing my pussy along his considerable length. I whisper in his ear.

“Always. And only for you Mr Redgrave.” I know the effect this will have on him. I’ve been starved of Dominant Brandon for so long, last night was just a taste. I want more.

“Miss Pritchard. Don’t start something you don’t want me to finish.” He holds my gaze as he speaks.

“I was planning to make-love to you slowly, and tenderly. But the way you’re looking at me right now tells me you want something else. Tell me what you want Lily.” The words leave my mouth before I’ve processed them myself.

“I want you to spank me and fuck me Mr Redgrave. Only if it pleases you. I
want
to please you…Mr Redgrave.” I’m underneath Brandon in the blink of an eye.

“Feeling naughty this morning are we Miss Pritchard?” I nod slowly, giving him my best sex kitten face. I can see the animalistic carnality in his eyes, his cock hardening further in front of me. I don’t know why I crave this, but something inside me needs it, is crying out for Brandon to take control and push my boundaries. I know he can read it in my expression. He lifts himself off of me before pulling me to my feet.

“Go to the dresser and open the top drawer Miss Pritchard. Bring me a scarf.” I do as he asks, my pussy burning with expectation as he watches me stroll over to the dresser, completely naked. When I find a scarf, I drape it round my neck letting it brush over my nipples with every step back to him. Puckered and hard he takes first one and then the other into his mouth as soon as I reach him.

“As fucking beautiful as you look in this scarf, I’m afraid I have another use for it. Turn around Miss Pritchard.” I do as I’m told and he makes short work of blindfolding me.

“So fucking pretty baby.” He guides me over his knee so that my body drops onto the bed beside him, my naked ass exposed to his hungry gaze. He starts to rub his hands over me, placing small open-mouthed kisses on each cheek.

“This won’t hurt Miss Pritchard. This is just for you. For that pretty little pussy of yours. To make you so wet for me that you will be dripping with your own arousal before I thrust my cock deep inside you. Would you like that Miss Pritchard?” My voice is husky, and filled with need as I manage to answer his question.

“Yes Mr Redgrave.” I don’t know how long he waits until he spanks me the first time, all I know is that my anticipation is at fever pitch as the first slap of his firm hand on my ass elicits a heady sensation. It is intensely erotic; I can feel myself getting wetter between my legs. He runs his hand over my drenched pussy, a hum of satisfaction escaping his chest.

“Oh you like that Miss Pritchard.” He alternates between rubbing each cheek tenderly and administering short sharp slaps, alternating between cheeks. It feels amazing, but nothing compares to the sensation when Brandon brings down an unexpected slap between my legs, right on my pulsing pussy.

“Holy shit. Oh God…Brandon.” He focuses his attention on my pussy, giving me slap after mind-blowing slap. I can feel him getting harder underneath my chest, his cock straining against my body.

“Your ass looks so fucking hot when it’s flushed pink by my hand Miss Pritchard.” I can’t see him but I can hear his groans of pleasure.

“I’m licking your juices off my hand…and you taste fucking amazing. I’m going to slap you three more times Miss Pritchard and I want you to come on the third.” There is no way that is possible, surely?

Wow. The first slap takes me off guard, a jolt of electricity buzzing in my core as I wait for the second blow. Oh. My. God. It feels so fucking good as his hand connects with my aching pussy. I can feel the familiar swell of sensations deep in my core, ready to unleash wave after wave of sweet, uncontrollable ecstasy over my body. With the third slap I shatter into a million pieces, screaming Brandon’s name as he steadies me and finger fucks me through my orgasm.

“Sweet Jesus Lily. You are so fucking sexy right now.” He rips off the blindfold before pushing me down onto the bed, flat on my back; stalking his way up my body before ramming his cock inside me to the hilt. My name on his lips in a plea for release.

“Fuck. Lily…Lily.” He steadies himself before thrusting in and out of me in a punishing rhythm, chasing his own orgasm.

“Look at me Lily. I want to see your face when you come with me.” I can feel his hard cock throbbing inside me as he relentlessly pounds into me; my hips meeting him thrust for thrust. A sheen of sweat breaks out over our bodies as we writhe together, lost in the moment, pushing each other towards an epic climax. We’re screaming each other’s names as we approach the edge.

“Open your eyes Lily.” Thrust after thrust of sheer bliss.

“I need to see you baby.” As our eyes lock he lets out an almighty roar.

“Come Lily. Come now.” He presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing in circles as he crashes into the abyss of glorious rapture, taking me with him. Our bodies creating something so raw and yet so beautiful, a shared release of pure pleasure. We ride out our climax together, panting our declarations of love in unison.

Brandon collapses to the side, pulling me into his chest, and kissing my hair as he regains his composure. We lie like this for, easily, ten minutes, before either of us is able to speak.

“You are a sexy little minx Miss Pritchard. That was beyond hot.” I give him a shy smile as I bury my head in his chest.

“I’ve never really understood the whole spanking thing…but…holy fuck woman. I was so turned on after doing that I thought I was going to shoot my load before I even got inside you.” He makes me laugh. So eloquent at times, and yet, so crass at others. I do find it extremely hot when he talks dirty like that to me though.

“Was it okay for you?” I feel incredibly shy all of a sudden. My answer is barely a whisper.

“It was amazing Brandon. It was so erotic, and sensual, and…pleasurable.”

“Don’t be getting all quiet on me now Miss Pritchard. I would do anything you ask me to. You are incredibly sexy and I’ve loved everything we’ve done together. I want you to be able to ask me for anything. You’re mine Lily. Mine to satisfy in
any way
you desire.” Every word that trips off his tongue speaks to me on some molecular level. My nerve endings tingle at the sound of his voice, my heart sings at each and every word, and my soul soars at his passionate decree of love for me.

32

Brandon and I have spent almost every waking moment together recently and the realisation that I am finally ready to start my new job is daunting on many levels. I’ve not been on my own for any length of time since I was kidnapped, so I’m a bit apprehensive about being out by myself amongst a crowd of strangers.

Brandon said I should focus on my novel and let him look after me. As tempting as that sounds, I’m just not built that way I guess. I do acquiesce to his incessant requests to buy me some new clothes for work. I could use some more work appropriate clothing! We spend the Saturday before I start in Saks with a personal shopper. The woman has great taste and is well aware of Brandon’s deep pockets. She chooses perfectly for me and I’m thrilled when it’s all packaged and ready to be delivered to the apartment. Brandon spoils me all weekend, and it makes it even more difficult come Monday morning, to leave him for the day.

I’m dressed in a classy Prada dress and jacket and my hair is tousled to perfection when Brandon steps out of his walk-in-closet dressed in a very sexy grey suit. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him in a suit and I’d forgotten just how good he makes them look. GQ eat your heart out.

“Do we have to go to work baby? You look too edible to share with the rest of the world.”

Brandon strides towards me with a hungry look in his eyes.

“I can work from home 90% of the time and you should be writing your novel full time.” I can see the merit in his idea. Having Brandon all to myself and naked for most of the day would be fantastic, but I’d never get any work done! He cradles my face in his strong callused hands before dipping his mouth down to meet mine, his tongue licking at my bottom lip, asking to gain entrance. As soon as his tongue makes contact with mine, the familiar fire ignites in my belly.

“We need to go before you distract me too much. I can’t be late on my first day.” He gives me the most adorable puppy dog eyes and pout before planting a quick kiss on my lips and dragging me from the bedroom.

Angus is ready and waiting to take us to our respective offices and I’m a little nervous as I sit in the back of the town car with Brandon. When we pull up outside my new office on West 38th Street, my stomach is churning. Brandon pulls my chin round so I’m staring into the depths of his ice-blue eyes before he speaks.

“Lily, you are going to knock them dead. You are perfect for this job and remember the reason you wanted to do it in the first place. This is about making good contacts for your own novel when it’s written. Eyes on the prize. You are an amazing person and everyone here is lucky to get the chance to work with you.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“You can call me anytime and I’ll be back to pick you up at 5.30. Okay sweet girl?” I snuggle in to take one last long sniff of his addictive scent before getting out of the car and heading into the building.

I needn’t have worried. Everyone was so warm and welcoming and no one probed me about why I was starting work 7 weeks later than scheduled. I had a great first day, sitting in on meetings, getting a feel for the place, meeting my colleagues and getting given my first assignment.

I’ve been given The Driven Trilogy by Kristy Bromberg to read and review. The third in the trilogy has just been released and it’s taking the romance genre by storm. I’ve downloaded the books onto my new work issued iPad and have carried out some initial research on the author.

I found the most amazing book group online dedicated to her books. They call themselves the VPPitCrew. I joined the group today and have been in hysterics at all the crazy chat that is going on 24/7. It’s amazing to see books bringing people together from all over the world and giving them a place to escape the daily grind.

Brandon will be happy to hear that I don’t even need to be in the office most of the time. I need to be in for the Monday morning meeting to get my assignment and find out what’s happening with the rest of the magazine, and I need to be there on a Friday to upload and submit my work. During the week I can work from the apartment, reading the books and emailing the editor proofs of my reviews using my very cool laptop that they also gave me today.

Throughout the day Brandon sends me little texts of encouragement.

10.30am

Mr E: Love you baby. The next chapter starts today. X

2.00pm

Mr E: How’s my favourite blogger/author getting on? X

Me: Great! Can’t wait to tell you all about it. Love you X

5.00pm

Mr E: I’m coming to get you Miss Pritchard. I hope you’re ready for me. X

That last one has me squirming in my seat. I make a start on packing up everything I need for the week and shutting my desk top computer down before Brandon arrives. A few of my new colleagues come over to my desk before leaving for the night to ask how my day has been. It’s great to feel like I’m part of something again, but at the same time have the flexibility to work from home.