A Strict Seduction

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A STRICT SEDUCTION

by

MARIA DEL REY

Publisher Information

A Strict Seduction published by

Chimera Publishing Ltd

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Digital Edition converted and published by Andrews UK Limited 2010

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This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Maria del Rey

The right of Maria del Rey to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Advisory Note

This novel is fiction – in real life practice safe sex

Introduction

Stephen stood behind her, enjoying the sight of her skirt pulled tight over her backside, pulling the buttocks apart slightly. Very gently he took the hem of her skirt and lifted it high, up and over her waist. Her long legs were smooth and straight, the knees locked tight so that every muscle and sinew was stretched tight. Her snow-white panties were pulled tightly between her thighs, deep between her rounded bottom cheeks. The darkness between her thighs was unmistakable, the outline of her sex clearly visible.

‘I’m going to smack you six times,’ he said, his voice trembling. ‘I don’t want you to scream or cry. If you do I’ll punish you for that as well. Is that clear?’

A Strict Seduction

Patti pulled the shower curtain back slowly so that she could get a better look at herself in the full-length mirror on the other side of the bathroom. Her black hair was slicked back, a glossy mane that seemed to shine under the soft glow of the lights. She stood straighter, pushing her shoulders back so that her breasts were pushed forward, the dark tips of her nipples jewelled with droplets of water. She looked at herself critically, wondering how she really compared to Sarah's sleek frame.

The doorbell took her by surprise. Tom was early! A frisson of fear passed through, making her heart beat faster and her hands shake a little. She stepped out of the shower quickly, water pouring onto the tiled floor, dripping from her hair and body to form puddles around her feet. She stepped to the bathroom door and poked her head out. For a second she was afraid it was Sarah, back from work unexpectedly early, but the doorbell rang again right on cue.

‘I'll be there in a second!' Patti called, hoping Tom could hear her.

She snatched a towel quickly and wrapped it around herself, looking once more in the mirror as she did so. Her face and body were flushed slightly by the hot shower, a touch of pink added to her pale skin, in contrast to her black hair and brown eyes. The towel was up under her arms and reached down to her knees, a chaste image despite the fact that she was naked under it. She half smiled to herself and lowered it slightly, revealing the swell of her breasts whilst still keeping her decent.

The doorbell rang again, its impatient tone demanding attention.

‘Just a second!' she called once more, padding out of the bathroom hurriedly. She just hoped that Sarah was going to be as late as she said she would be. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that it was Tom at the door, no one else would be that demanding.

She slipped the security chain on and then opened the door a fraction of an inch. She looked up, her dark eyes wide with apprehension.

Tom seemed surprised to see her, but a warm smile still stretched across his face. ‘I seem to have caught you at a bad time,' he said apologetically.

Patti looked down at herself and then back at him. Did he like what he saw? His smile was always there for her, even when he was only popping by to pick Sarah up, but was there something more to it?

‘I'm sorry, Tom,' she said, releasing the chain on the door and then making way for him to enter the flat she shared with Sarah.

He stepped inside and waited for her. She closed the door quickly and then turned to face him, her hands reflexively reaching for the towel. ‘I'm so sorry,' she said, making a face, ‘but I was supposed to call you earlier…'

Tom sighed audibly. ‘Let me guess,' he said wearily, ‘she's working late again.'

His tone was more than one of plain resignation, there was a hint of irritation there, something beyond plain acceptance of the facts. Patti flashed him a sympathetic smile. ‘I'm sorry,' she whispered. ‘It's my fault. Sarah tried to call you but couldn't connect. She phoned me an hour ago and I promised I'd ring and let you know.'

He was still standing in the narrow hallway, as though waiting for an invitation into the rest of the flat. Patti held her towel tightly around her chest, her wet hair clinging coldly to her shoulders. ‘It's cold out here,' she reminded him.

It was his turn to apologise. ‘So, what great excuse did she offer this time?' he asked, heading into the sitting room.

Patti slicked her hair back again, and then followed him, wondering whether she should take a chance and relax the hold on her towel. ‘She said something came up urgently,' she explained, ‘something about a report she needs to deliver by tomorrow.'

Tom stood in the middle of the room to take in the news. He was a tall man, good looking, authoritative, and with a smile that melted Patti's insides every time. Sarah was crazy, there was no way Patti would let a man like Tom hang around.

‘Did she say how long she'd be?' he asked, glancing at his watch.

A wave of panic swept through her. ‘No, not really,' she said quickly. ‘Look, why don't you sit down,' she suggested, ‘let me put something on and I'll get us some drinks.'

She hoped that the suggestion sounded innocent, there was no way she wanted Tom to get the wrong idea. He looked at his watch again. ‘I'm not sure… If she's going to be much later then I might as well get going.'

‘No, no, I'm sure she's not.'

Tom looked at her and smiled. ‘You sound pretty certain. Did she say what time she'd be home?'

‘No, not exactly,' she said, ‘but she said she'd ring to let me know.'

He sighed once more and then sat down. ‘Okay then,' he agreed, ‘I'll have whatever you're having to drink.'

He was going to stay! Patti felt a nervous thrill run through her.

‘I won't be long,' she promised, and then headed straight back to the bathroom before he could change his mind.

She dried herself hurriedly, running the thick pink towel through her hair and over her skin. She let it drop and stood naked before the mirror once more. Sarah was tall, blonde, leggy and very sexy. Beside her Patti always felt dowdy and unsexy, despite the fact that there seemed to be no shortage of men who found her curvy body, pale skin and dark eyes a distinct turn-on. She reached for her silk robe and slipped it on, cinching it tight at the waist. The silky garment reached down to mid-thigh, revealing slim, attractive limbs which drew the eye naturally. Around the chest it was tight, the fullness of her breasts moulded to the shiny fabric.

She skipped barefoot to the kitchen, aware of the coolness of the air in the flat. She was almost naked, her body hidden by the flimsy garment and nothing else. ‘A glass of wine okay?' she called from the kitchen, her heart pounding so hard she could almost hear it out loud.

‘That'd be great,' Tom called in reply.

Patti poured a couple of glasses of red and then stopped. A sudden doubt took all her resolve away. Sarah, ten years older and a good deal wiser, was her best friend. Did she really deserve what Patti was doing? The answer was no, but then Patti thought of Tom's smile and the allure in his deep blue eyes and she knew that she couldn't resist.

She loosened her robe a fraction and reached inside. Her nipples were already hardening and she stroked them with her fingers, teasing them to erection and letting the pleasure flood through her. She was breathing hard and the excitement was like fire in the pit of her belly. When her nipples were hard she tightened the robe once more, haloes of light shimmering where her full pert breasts were wrapped in silk.

Tom looked up as she came into the room, his eyes registering surprise at what he saw. Patti smiled nervously as she walked towards him, carrying the glasses of wine and trying to affect a nonchalance she did not feel.

‘Thanks,' he said, taking the proffered glass and fixing his eyes on her. He was sitting in the middle of the big three-seater sofa which dominated the room. Patti hesitated for a moment, not sure whether to risk sitting next to him or not. The dilemma was resolved for her, Tom shifted over to the left and made way for her.

She sat down beside him, tucking her legs up under her, and smoothing her robe down so it covered her thighs. She still felt nervous, half afraid that Sarah would return home unexpectedly, or else afraid he'd rebuff her advances. Both the possibilities were frightening, but still Patti felt something other than fear stirring inside her.

‘We don't often get a chance to have a proper chat,' he said, taking a sip of his wine.

It was true enough. Sarah always seemed so jealous of any attention Tom might give to Patti. Who didn't Sarah trust? Patti or Tom? The question made Patti lose her tongue.

‘You're not going out this evening?' Tom asked a moment later.

‘No, not tonight,' Patti confirmed. In fact, she'd planned on going to the cinema with a couple of the girls from work, but once she'd got the call from Sarah she'd changed her mind.

‘It's a Saturday night,' Tom responded, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. ‘I would have thought a pretty girl like you would have been out on the town.'

Patti averted her eyes shyly. What could she say? ‘No, I felt like a quiet night in,' she lied.

‘Really? Isn't there someone special at the moment?'

She shook her head and smiled sadly. ‘No, there isn't,' she sighed. Her robe fell open a little at the chest, revealing soft white skin against the silk. She was aware that his eyes were on her but she made no move to cover herself up, even though she could feel the first flush of embarrassment.

The ringing of the phone startled her. She turned instinctively and reached over the arm of the sofa to grab it. Even before she spoke she knew it was Sarah on the line.

‘Patti? Is Tom there with you?' Sarah asked briskly.

‘Yes, he is,' Patti admitted softly.

‘Let me speak to him,' Sarah snapped angrily.

As Patti turned she became aware that her robe had ridden up high and that most of her bare thigh was on view, not only that but it had become loose at the top and was affording Tom a good view of her breasts. Her face coloured as she wrapped the robe around her again and passed Tom the phone.

‘Hi, Sarah,' he said, his deep voice sounding relaxed and at home, with no trace of the annoyance that Patti had heard earlier.

‘Another couple of hours…? Can't you make it any sooner? No… Of course… Forget it… No, I'll probably be gone by the time you get here… Yes, of course… Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.'

Tom passed the phone back and Patti replaced it in its cradle, this time taking more care not to expose herself. The conversation between Tom and Sarah had been brief but she had gathered the gist of it. Sarah was going to be late and so Tom was going to go home, another wasted evening to put down to experience.

‘How about another glass of this?' Tom suggested, lifting his half empty glass in the air.

Patti smiled. ‘Sure, why not,' she agreed.

She stood up and took his glass, secretly thrilled that he wasn't going to disappear immediately. The fact that Sarah was treating him in such an off-hand manner seemed to make things easier. As she walked the front of the robe opened a little and this time she made no move to cover herself up. Tom was looking at her long bare thighs and it felt good to have the attention.

She refilled the glasses in the kitchen and then decided to take the bottle with her too. She clutched it to her chest and then carefully walked back with a glass in each hand. Tom's smile was anything but innocent as he watched her returning.

‘Let me take that,' he said, leaning forward to take the bottle wedged between her arm and her chest. She leant forward and her robe parted completely, exposing her nakedness once and for all. She held her breath, partly shocked by the accident and partly wondering what his reaction would be. There was a silence for a moment and then their eyes met.

‘I've got it,' he said quietly, taking his glass and the bottle from her.

She straightened up, her face burning red with embarrassment. She tucked her robe quickly, covering herself up hurriedly.

‘I'm sorry,' she whispered.

He looked at her, a serious expression on his face, his sweet blue eyes unreadable. ‘I don't think so,' he said quietly.

She was still standing in front of him, holding her robe in place with one hand, her other hand shakily holding her glass of wine. Now that it had come to the crunch she felt embarrassed. Seducing Tom had been a fantasy that she'd enjoyed for so long, now that it was becoming reality she no longer felt certain of anything.

He reached out and tugged at her robe gently, forcing it from her grasp so that it fell open once more. She felt frozen into place as his eyes tracked her slowly, his gaze travelling from her bare feet, up her long silky thighs, over the dark triangle covering her sex, up over the gentle curve of her tummy and the fullness of her breasts, to her open mouth and the look of shock in her eyes.

‘Sit here,' he suggested, his voice low, almost a whisper that she felt deep inside her.

Shakily she did as she was told, sitting beside him on the sofa. Her breasts were framed by pale silk which contrasted with the darkness that tipped them. She could not look at him, suddenly all of her confidence was gone and she felt nothing but fear. Sarah was her best friend, and here she was parading naked in front of Sarah's boyfriend.

Tom took her hands and pulled her towards him. She did not resist, and when his mouth met hers she accepted the invasion of his kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips and her breath was sucked away violently. He held her tightly, keeping her on the edge of the sofa while he explored her mouth with his tongue. She gasped for breath, shocked that things had moved so far so quickly.

He released her suddenly, letting her hands go and withdrawing his mouth from hers to leave her wanting more. She opened her eyes, aware that she was almost naked before him, the loose robe barely covering her breasts, and that her sex was partly visible through the folds of silk.