Dark Nights (7 page)

Breeze felt the adrenalin pumping through her like the falls at Niagara. He’d made her do this, it was bad, but it was fun and frankly, she thought, as she fell into his long, lingering kiss she had too little fun. And too little excitement. She eyed the door, then noticing the key, flicked it locked. ‘We’ll have to be quick,’ she intoned, sliding her hand down to the already magnificently hard length between Seb’s legs. He was rigid, living on the edge, doing things you’re not supposed to excited him too. ‘They’re setting up for a grand dinner. This will be where they come for after dinner drinks. It’s all so formal, so proper, doesn’t it make you want to roll around on their plush patterned carpet, stick two fingers up at their gleaming crystal chandeliers and fuck like rabbits on their beautiful polished table?’

‘Absolutely.’ Seb’s voice was low, sensuous. ‘My God you do choose your places, look at those portraits, Mrs Thatcher, Winston Churchill – what an audience.’ He backed Breeze up to a table clothed up in white underneath a mantelpiece literally dripping with fine blossoms. Pale green hydrangeas, heady lilies, white roses, and alstroemerias filled the room with scent. Seb laid Breeze down on the table like an exotic dish at a banquet and stroked his hand tantalisingly over the flimsy gauze blouse. Her heart was already racing with excitement at his touch. His passion for her was something she had come to need desperately. He made her feel sexy, desirable, lusty as he picked at the buttons on her blouse unclothing her and breathing in the perfume between her breasts like a thirsty man drinks at an oasis in the desert. In an instant, he had prised out her breast and was feasting on it hungrily. Feeling the pressure of his toned chest bearing down on her, she knew she wanted him deep inside her. Pulling his shirt out, she ran her fingers over the ridged muscles of his back, feeling him tense with desire at her touch, pulling him to her, onto her. The table was cool and hard beneath her but as he raised her up and held her arse in his hands, pinioned her with his lean body she wanted him, only him. She slipped her hand down to undo him. His length bounced into her hand. It was massive, solid, potent. They had to be quick, but she wanted the moment to last. She raised her legs provocatively then placed Seb’s cock over the silk of her panties and started to rub. She was instantly aroused, she started to cream immediately, felt her inner secret place moisten as she used Seb as a sex toy against her throbbing opening. He was still working at her breasts, with one held firmly in his hand. As she worked his cock, used him, he propped her higher on the table. Then, licking his finger, and looking deep into her eyes, he opened the cheeks of her arse and slipped his finger between them to find her G-spot. His finger probed her tightest opening. Sliding just the tip in, she was startled and excited in equal measure. His finger there heightened every sensation, as she forced his cock to press harder through her panties, denying herself the ultimate pleasure of skin against skin but delighting in the wetness oozing over her. The connection with his gaze though made everything more intense, the honesty of his silver flecked eyes staring into hers gave their lovemaking an honesty which touched her heart, intensifying every glorious sensation of his finger pressing into her most secret opening. ‘Do you like that?’ His breath snagged, ‘I can feel you tensing, feel you getting ready for me.’

‘It’s ... it’s scary, but ... don’t stop.’

‘You make me so hard. Everything about you drives me crazy Breeze. You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like this.’

It was too much, too intense, too scary. She had to bring them to completion, had to let him in. Like a harlot, she parted her legs wider, felt him press his finger in just a fraction further, heightening the sensation so that she thought she would come there and then but she didn’t want to, didn’t want to give herself that totally. But she needed his relief, needed to feel his length. He plunged his cock into her, like a piston firing a high performance car, right up to the hilt; she was so moist, so ready for him. With his finger expertly placed, Breeze had to stare at the stern portraits to stop herself from coming, she wanted to give herself totally to Seb and yet she didn’t. That would be too much of a surrender. Still, she felt her hips rise up to meet him, still her heart pounded; still the sweat broke out on her forehead. His digit was causing an ecstasy which spread through her suddenly causing her vision to become blurry, please God he would come first. She wouldn’t give herself even though he was almost impossible to resist. His cock was divine, enormous, throbbing with power, he gazed at her, wanting all of her. The table juddered as he drove into her, taking her almost to completion, pounding her, thundering into her, gorgeously, filling her when like a bull stampeding, he groaned and shot his load. She felt satisfaction and triumph and relief that she had held her own orgasm back, that she still had something to tempt him with, that she had still kept some of herself from him. And yet, as he stood, arms rigid against the table, pumping the last remains, emptying himself into her, one part of her wished she could give in totally to him. Wished she hadn’t held back. His sandy hair flopped forward and she reached to brush it back. A gesture of tenderness, which he matched by grasping her hand and kissing her palm. 

‘Spend the night with me.’

It was part command, part a desperate plea. And in that mad instant, her body clamouring for a release she had not allowed herself she heard her voice say, ‘Yes. Yes I will.’ And her fate was sealed. For, try as she might, she wasn’t sure she could resist giving Sebastian Dark the ultimate prize much longer. 

It was just as they were doing up the last buttons and Breeze was tidying up her hair that a rap came on the door. ‘Looks like we’ve been found out.’ Seb grinned as they made their way to the door and unlocked it. The Polish security girl pursed her lips and looked askance at them as she said, ‘Have you and your brother quite finished your inspection?’

‘Oh yes. Quite.’ Breeze stuck her nose up in the air, ‘it’s just what we wanted.’

As they made their way into the hallway, Seb was enjoying the game and lingered at a political cartoon framed and hung on one of the pillars which depicted two old grandees sitting in the lounge at the Sharlton Club looking at their newspapers. 

‘Look Mary, this is a classic.’

‘Read it to me.’ Breeze powdered her nose while the Polish girl looked impatient.

‘One of these old guys is saying to the other, “The sex drive of a stoat, the morals of a Tunisian brothel keeper, gentleman, I think our search for a new British Prime Minister is over.” That’s brilliant don’t you think?’ Seb let out a full-throated laugh and they finally left the Polish security girl in peace.

Chapter Eight

‘I’VE BOOKED US DINNER at the Ritz and then a suite afterwards.’ 

It was a natural progression from the Sharlton Club to go the five minutes around the corner to the world’s most famous hotel. Breeze was wide eyed. ‘The Ritz, wow. I’ve walked past here so many times and peered up at the windows from Piccadilly but I’ve never been inside. You must have been pretty sure I’d agree to staying the night to have pre-booked. Am I that shallow that you were so certain of me?’ 

He ushered her past the liveried doorman and through the revolving doors.

‘You’re not shallow, Breeze, no one could accuse you of that. On the contrary, you’re deep, enigmatic. You play all your cards close to your chest. I wish I could get closer but you won’t let me.’ They walked into mirror-glassed, gold-leaved, rococo splendour where every second step took them under another glittering chandelier.

‘Perhaps it’s just that I don’t have that many aces to play.’ She looked at him from under long lashes. ‘I think it’s you who always holds the strongest hand.’

‘I suppose you say that because I’m the one who caught you out. I might appear to have all the power, the money, the status, and the captain of industry tag always attached to my name in the papers. But actually, Breeze, you seriously underestimate your power to fascinate. I loved the Sharlton. You’re irreverent and inventive and I’ll always remember rutting like rabbits underneath all those stern disapproving portraits.’ 

‘Do rabbits rut?’ she asked then blushed as the waiter approached, but if he heard he was too discreet even to raise an eyebrow. 

‘Mr Dark, it’s an honour to have you dining with us tonight.’

Seb motioned to her to sit down on one of the red velvet chairs and she looked around open-mouthed at the extravagant sculpture of reclining gods, the trompe l’oeil Greek gardens painted on the walls and the swags and tails at the window. The Ritz was an explosion of exquisite bad taste which somehow worked perfectly because, like a huge-bosomed bar maid it didn’t try to hide how over the top it was.

‘You seemed to find that cartoon very funny,’ Breeze said as they ordered confit duck ravioli followed by Dover sole and lobster fricassee. 

‘Oh I did. You see, the thing I value above everything is loyalty, that’s the most difficult commodity for a rich and successful man to find. That cartoon was poking fun at the highest in the land. It really struck a chord because it shows that even the most well respected office holders can lack integrity and loyalty. Those characteristics in the people I do business with, and my employees, is the thing I most look for, but it’s as elusive as gold dust. I think years of discovering how difficult it is to find is one of the things that has made me jaded, made me lose my faith in people, almost.’

Breeze had been enjoying her starter but suddenly it tasted like cardboard in her mouth. She thought of Richard and Mr Vanhoffer and their vile secret that she knew. The three of them, her included were like vipers trying to sting Sebastian. Did she really want to be part of that? She was trying hard to hate Seb as she had when he’d first exposed her but somehow she couldn’t any longer. He talked animatedly; jokes came quickly to him when he was relaxed like this. She couldn’t take her eyes off features which had once seemed steely and sharp but in reality had a softer side. She liked the strong Roman nose, the glittering eyes with their shards of lively silver and the blonde lights in his hair which had felt so soft under her fingers and which she ached to touch again. She realised she was looking forward to their night together. She wanted him to hold her close, to make love to her. She ate only half her main course before closing her knife and fork and saying, ‘Seb, how hungry are you?’

He stopped mid-forkful, and his smile made her melt. ‘Why? Are you thinking of perhaps taking desert in our room?’

‘Absolutely. A special sort of desert.’ She put down her serviette and allowed him to escort her out of the blousy dining room and into the privacy of their suite. The Royal Suite was sumptuous, split-level, a curious oval shape. As she looked out at the night settling over Green Park, she felt Sebastian caress her from behind. He ran kisses up her neck distracting her from the plane trees spreading their branches over lovers escaping arm in arm from the madness of Hyde Park Corner into the sanctuary of the green oasis. The scent of newly cut grass wafted upwards as Sebastian’s arms enclosed her, pressing her against the gym-toned sleekness of his chest. She turned to him, and felt her body tingle as he undressed her. His eyes delved into her soul as he carefully undid her clothing, peeling it away. She stood naked before him and watched, the round globes of her breasts rising and falling, his slow undressing. When he stepped towards her and cleaved his body to hers it sent ripples of pleasure through her like the first rumblings of an earthquake. When he lay her down and ran his fingers over her body from her toes, up her ankles, over her calves, kissing her skin with hungry passion, she buried her fingers in his hair and luxuriated in its softness. When he mounted her, she wrapped her legs around him with an abandon that said more eloquently than words, ‘I need you.’ As he cupped her breasts in his hands, as she saw his eyes flicker with ecstasy as she grasped the rock hardness between his legs and guided him into her, she realised she had come to a decision. He was going to make love to her, to sleep a full night with her and this time she wanted him. All of him. All her life she had been told to be independent, to be an island but she didn’t want to be the Ice Queen any more. This man was special. Coupling with him, giving herself to him was the ultimate. It might destroy her. He might decide that having won the final prize he would discard her, throw her to the wolves, leave her behind. But sometimes she reasoned as she teased open her petals and guided him inside, you had to take risks. Sometimes it was worth it. 

Sebastian raised himself up to kneel on the bed with her locked over the magnificence of his cock. He brought his arms around her, his muscles sinewy as he lifted her onto him, as she slid down the enormity of him. Her hair fell forward, and he breathed in the scent of it. ‘Come for me, Breeze, come over me, come inside me, give me everything.’ Her whole body was welded on to him, gloriously trapped in his hold, his cock like a ramrod filled her and tantalised her. He grabbed her buttocks and started lifting her up and down so that the sensation of his ridged cock sliding over her aching clit, massaging the little bud to sensitivity was heaven. Breeze threw her head back and he closed his mouth over her nipple, so softly, so carnally she could hear his lips doing their work as he licked and flicked with his tongue. Her clit swelled like a ripe red cherry. Every piston movement of his cock made her wetter, as he drove faster, her heart racing to keep up. 

‘You’re gorgeous, I need you, I want to fuck you forever,’ he breathed in her ear. ‘I want to drive you wild, hear you cry out for more.’ His voice as smooth as milk chocolate lilted like a chant as she closed her eyes in sheer abandonment, giving herself up to his driving force. So this was what being ravished really meant, it meant having every sinew of your being focussed on one man, being possessed, being … Red hot desire moulded his muscles into relief. He had leant down, without her even seeing it and now, as he eased her forward slightly off his burgeoning cock, she felt a vibration so delicious, so unexpected, so wildly exhilarating it forced goose bumps racing up her skin. The vibrator was small, discreet, he played it just long enough on her ripe clit to practically drive her up through the ceiling. He threatened to melt her under his red-hot gaze. then he switched it to the shaft of his cock. Instantly he hardened and swelled inside side her filling her totally. Then, like a magician pulling a dove out of a hat, he started to bounce her and as he did, he tantalised her with the vibrator, moulding it onto her clit with such exquisite pressure she knew she couldn’t hold herself much longer. Rising, upwards and downwards in a mounting rhythm, her eyes seeing stars, her luscious come juice trickling over his prick, her breasts bouncing up and down in his face, he urged her on. He breathed, his voice reaching her as if they were floating in space, ‘That’s it, Breeze fuck me, fuck me good. Come over me, let me feel you lose it.’ That did it, that brought her over the hill. His filthy words, his total abandon, his pounding cock relentlessly driving her up and down, the vibrator deliciously tantalising her cunny made her explode, forced her to come in sensational jolting pulses. Breeze let out a scream and a long aching sigh as her orgasm rode him again and again, the sweat beading on her brow, her whole body pulsating like a softly purring machine. The first time, the first time she had ever given herself fully with him inside her and the relief, the blessed relief felt like being reborn.