Torn (6 page)

Intermittently, he brought his hand to feel between her legs, finding that she was incredibly wet. Without hesitation he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers.
“You taste absolutely divine Madeline.”

He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled her scent. His eyes as he spoke had darkened with an undisguised intensity of desire for her, an overpowering need.

His other hand went to her soft mound and he grasped it, taking a firm hold of her.

“I’m going to fuck you Madeline. Soon.”

He released her and she felt his hand as it spanked her on her clit, repeated short sharp slaps which left her shuddering as any moment she felt she would explode from this one act he was performing on her.

But he stopped before she did, seeing how close to the edge she had come as she had bucked against his hand, raising her hips to meet his slaps. He smiled at her in pleasure to her response.

“You are learning very well Madeline. I can see from your response you are eager to learn, eager to gain the benefits of your instruction. But I need to know how willing you are to please me, to treat me as your master. Crouch down, lean your back against the leg of the table; but keep your legs open still. I need to see all of you.

In her heels, Madeline crouched as he had instructed her back against the table, resting her buttocks against the back of her heels, causing her crotch to push forward and upward, fully exposing her open lips to him.

“Look at you, you beautiful girl. You have no idea how much this pleases me.” His voice was low and deep, giving away the extent of his absolute desire for her.

Slowly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock; an act familiarly erotic to her now and welcomed by her. The sight of his manhood so achingly close to her, wielding a masculine power of dominance that she now craved. He took hold of it, completely erect and perfect in its substantial size and thickness. He came to stand directly in front of her, her face below him, his cock inches from her. 

He bent to remove the tie from around her mouth and thinking he would throw it to the floor, he surprised her by placing it over her eyes and securing it again behind her head. She could see nothing; could not see his cock as he held it and stroked it as he gazed at her pussy, open and wet between her legs, tilted upward to receive him.
God she was perfection, he thought. He had never seen a sight so alluringly beautiful, so agonizingly hot.

“Touch yourself Madeline, I want to watch you play with yourself for me.”

Her hands didn’t move, unaccustomed to the idea of someone watch her touch her most intimate part.

“I want you to please me Madeline, and I assure you the sight of you doing that will please me very much. So do as you are told.”

As he spoke to her, she felt the head of his cock clearly against her lips, as he rubbed it gently across them.
“If you do not do as I ask, I will have to send you home.”

She realised that she had no need to fear from doing what he requested, that he wanted her to do it, that the thought of it turned him on so much.

Tentatively she lowered her hand and ran a finger between her lips. Because she could not see him she felt less self-conscious, and as she found her clitoris it throbbed immediately from his previous act on her, and she realised how much she wanted this, all of this, and she rubbed harder on her clitoris with an urgency that had her achingly close to orgasm quickly, as Daniel encouraged her.
“I can tell how much you are enjoying that, as am I. You look exquisite.”

He had stood back, watching her in awe at the exotic sight of her, his cock straining to fuck her. His balls ached with a need to grab her and fuck her, so excited had her actions made him. 

“Stand up Madeline.”
As she stood, she felt his hands around the tops of her arms. She could not see him.

“I am moving you to the chair. I am going to bend you over it and fuck you. Given that you cannot see, the sensation will be all the more intense.”

He steered her to a large armchair, placing one arm after the other down onto the wide arms of the chair.

“Open your legs again wide for me.”

She was bent over and all he could see was her beautiful round white buttocks and the glistening wetness of her sex.

As he positioned himself between her legs, he put one hand onto the small of her back and with the other he took hold of his cock and steered it between her lips edging it inside her and she felt him gradually ease inside of her as he stretched her, filled her, going deeper until she was completely filled by him and he began to pound against her. The image of him fucking the other woman in the garden came into her mind and she remembered the sight of him then, his muscles flexed, locked onto the woman, pounding into her from behind, fucking her hard as he fucked her now, his chest firm and hard, his thighs tensed, a glorious sight of this man. He was penetrating her so deeply, filling her so entirely that she felt herself starting to cum, his actions setting off waves of fire though her until she heard herself moaning aloud with the forbidden pleasure he was giving to her. The speed of his thrusts increased as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him as he claimed her with an animalistic motion so strong that he held nothing back at all, conscious only of the need to release himself through her, and as he did so she joined him in union.

Zipping himself up, he reached gently to pull her up from the chair, turning her around and sitting her down. He walked to the other side of the library and retrieved her skirt and panties. He walked back to where she sat, still blindfold.

“I have brought your clothing for you. I would prefer you to remain without them, but if you need to you can put them back on. As I say though, it is my wish that you leave them off. I enjoy the sight of you more not dressed.”
Even after the sex, his voice still held the utmost tone of velvet seduction in it.

She decided not to put them back on, too caught up in the continued experience of being with him like this to feel inhibited now, enjoying the fact that he liked to look at her in this state.

He did however remove the tie from around her eyes now, enabling her to see.

“Would you like some more champagne?”
She nodded at him.
“I’m just going to go and get some bits for us to eat.”

As he left the room, Madeline realised how much she wanted to see him fully naked.

He returned quickly with an array of food on a tray. Bread, cheese, crackers, pate and fruit.

He poured them both another glass, but Madeline only took small sips of hers, not feeling the need to drink anymore. Though she still found it hard to meet his eyes, the strength in them astounding, the brilliance of them enough to take her breath away, she felt she had gone past the point of nervousness now.

“Come and sit at the table with me. You need to eat. You have a long night ahead of you.” he smiled mischievously, humour in his expression, and she felt a sudden warmth spread through her, seeing a side to him that was endearing.

“What is your favourite book Madeline?” he asked her as he put a piece of bread and cheese in his mouth.
“I tend to read books on ghosts and things like that.”

He laughed, “Why?”
“I guess it’s the mystery of the unknown, the fascination of whether it’s true or not.”
“I see what you mean. Everyone loves a good mystery don’t they? Especially to things that we can never really know the truth about.”

He looked at her perceptively. Again she felt as though his words held hidden meaning and guilt flooded her at the thought of her true intentions.

“What do you like to read?”

“Well, Baudelaire, as I said, although some would say he is very maudlin. I like the classics.”

“Like?”

“Dickens, Homer..”
“Aren’t they English writers?”
“Yes, did you not study the classics at school?” He looked at her as though he was chiding her.

“I didn’t go to Middlesex Prep.”

His head went back a little, absorbing what she had said.

“How do you know I went there?”
Covering her mistake quickly she tried not to show he had tripped her up.

“Oh, I think one of the guys at work must have said the other night.”

“Yes, you’re very friendly with them all aren’t you. I didn’t realise I was the topic of conversation however.”
“Oh, you’re not, not like that, I mean I think they’re all quite in awe of you.”

In some ways, she thought, thought he was only in his early thirties, he came across as an old soul. She felt the conversation was going dangerously wrong.

“You do realise Madeline that I won’t be allowing you to ‘date’ anyone whilst you are working for me. You are going to have to put your little romance with Jake on hold I’m afraid.”

“There is no romance. I went for dinner with him, straight from work. Nothing happened. I’m sure I’m not his type.”
He narrowed his brows at her remark. “What would make you say that?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t see him going for someone of my appearance.”

“What about your appearance?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Well, obviously it is. Say it Madeline.” He was pushing her and she felt angry.
“Well, obviously, “she copied him, “I’m not a thin tall blonde.”
“You’re point being?”

He was determined to drag it out of her.

“I’m a little on the larger side than that.”

She looked down at her food, conscious now of her opinion of herself.

“Do you know nothing of Rubinesque art?”

“Again, I didn’t have the benefit of your education Daniel.”

“Well, you will have come across some of the paintings; perhaps you didn’t realise that was what they were termed, but it was a very popular style of painting in the baroque era, which featured the adoration of the sensual voluptuousness of a woman’s figure, a figure such as yours, although actually the women portrayed were much larger than you, but my point being that the painters so loved the appearance of these voluptuous full-figured curvy women that they immortalized them in an art movement. The figure you have Madeline is the epitome of a woman; curvy, voluptuous, full figured. You are the envy of many.”

She felt as though she was blushing. She had never heard a man speak so appreciatively, so touchingly and so beautifully about her figure. She could fall in love with him in that moment, and her heart almost broke at the thought that this was all for nothing, nothing could come of it but ruin and yet she had never felt so adored, and by the man she considered her enemy.

Did he have any feelings for her, beyond the sexual?

They continued eating for a few more minutes.

“You may need to go to the bathroom now; you won’t have the opportunity soon.”

Even that, a banal statement, held the promise of further threat and seduction that she willingly sought from him, despite the treachery her conceding to him had caused to herself; she was betraying herself and she didn’t care.  She rose, aware again of the indecency of her half naked body as he watched her.

“Either go out into the hallway and down on the left or you can go upstairs.”

She chose to go upstairs, curiosity about his house leading her. Up the staircase she passed huge old paintings that had probably cost a fortune to buy. Along the landing she passed numerous rooms, sticking her head inside them to look at them, all exquisitely furnished bedrooms. Luxurious, decadent wealth. The cost of furnishing this enormous house must have been astronomical; and yet, she thought to herself, they all lay empty, he remains here alone. Is he ever lonely she wondered? She found herself drawn to him in empathy, no stranger to the aching loneliness she felt much of the time. Were they alike, despite their world of difference? Was his surface a cleverly constructed facade just like hers? Was he happy? She recalled the hauntingly sad verses in his book, the searing pain in his writing.

She stopped herself. She needed to get back downstairs to him. This was doing her no good at all. She was thinking too much; looking into things it was better that she did not know.

Returning downstairs quickly she walked back into the library. His eyes remained on her as she sat back down.
“So much of you is undiscovered Madeline,” he said cryptically.
She didn’t know whether he meant sexually or other.

“For now, I need to gratify my constant desire for you. Come with me.”
He rose and she followed him out of the room.

“Go up the stairs ahead of me. I want to watch you walk up them.”

As she went up the stairs she was conscious that he was looking at her from behind, that he was focussed on her bare bottom.

At the top she paused on the landing and as he reached her his hand cupped her buttock.
“You’re a glorious sight naked. Come into my bedroom.”

He opened up the door and she saw a king sized bed; the room tastefully minimally decorated in cream and a hint of red.

“Take off your top. Leave your bra and heels on.”
She did so and he unbuttoned and removed his shirt and she saw his chest, magnificent, broad and muscular; the fully defined muscles that displayed his sculptured form. He continued undressing, pulling off his pants, releasing his cock which was fully erect again already, and she marvelled at how aroused he always seemed to be in her presence.