Delecto - Games of Mastery (part 1) (19 page)

“
What
time is dinner going to be, I'm starving,” I said.

“
Six, and
so am I.” And his unsubtly flaring eyes told me exactly what he was
starving for.

“
We could
have a nibble on a grissini,” I offered sweetly.

“
I have a
burning desire to nibble something, one of those will have to
do.”

As I returned
from the kitchen, two grissini in hand, my father appeared through
the door with Lucy. They were laughing at something but stopped to
admire my appearance.

“
The
fairy godmother waved her wand...and look what happened,” I
joked.

“
You look
lovely, darling,” Dad said, giving my made up face a careful peck
on the cheek. Lucy agreed, enthusiastically, with a tight
hug.

Sebastian came
to stand at my side and slipped his arm possessively around my
waist. I love the feel of it there and I also love the tightening
sensation stirring up my sex.

My father made
the introductions.

“
I should
order our taxi,” Sebastian suggested, a few moments later. “It's
five now, we should think of going.”

“
Well I'm
ready,” I agreed. I ate my grissini, slowly nibbling and catching
his eye, flirtatiously. The air started to sizzle between us, like
an electric current had been turned on full blast. We were about to
be alone. Away from family eyes. And I wanted that. To be alone
with him.

While he
ordered the taxi, I collected a wrap, to keep me warm on the trip
back to Sudbury. I picked up my sequined evening purse and my
weekend holdall. I passed Sebastian his tux, which he put on, and
then I said goodnight to Abigail who was already being monopolized
by Lucy.

“
See you
tomorrow, sweetheart. Sleep tight.” I brushed my finger across her
brow.

Abi's eyes
danced from Lucy to me to Sebastian. They lingered on him. He
leaned over and kissed her goodbye on the cheek.

“
See you
soon, Abi. Maybe we can take that walk in the park tomorrow
afternoon?”

She hissed very
enthusiastically at the suggestion, and he chuckled.

“
Okay,
okay...it's a date, princess. Weather permitting.”

I can see the
adoration pouring from her eyes. Mine are pretty well adoring
too.

We left the
apartment, and waited for the taxi downstairs, on the outside steps
of the building.

I turned to
Sebastian and picked up his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“
Thank
you so much for coming over today. It's been so good for Abi. I'm
sure she's already missing you.”

“
She did
seem to enjoy my visit,” he replied, grinning, and then his face
and tone took on a more serious expression. “Abi's lovely and I'm
only too pleased to make her happy in some way, but you're the
reason I came over.” He withdrew his hand from mine and placed both
his hands on my hips, pulling me close. My mind stirred wildly with
his masculine feel and scent. In that moment, he overpowered me.
Every sense I had was focused on him. “You're the one I want to
please. So, will you let me?”

His eyes held
mine and I drowned in them. Everything dissolved in my whole being
as his head came closer. As if in a dream, I watched his eyes
close, and mine fluttered close in response to his lips gently
brushed against my cheek. The warmth of his breath hovered on my
skin. He teased me back and forth with with the tip of his tongue.
I couldn't help but gasp loudly, as a searing heat flashed through
my body. He broke away and smiled at me.

“
Well
that definitely pleased me,” I answered breathily, trying to get
myself in order.

He leaned back
a little and looked into my eyes. His green gaze shone with passion
and honesty.

“
It
pleased me just as much.” My heart flew somewhere
magical.

I was carried
through the evening like a princess on the arm of her prince
charming. I had no idea what went on at the function, or what
anyone said to me, but for him. His eyes were on mine, his hand
held possessively in the small of my back as he danced with me, our
feet moving slowly, and his breath hot in my ear as he whispered
little things to me.

We laughed
together about nothing much. I think the two glasses of wine helped
with that. As we sat at the table, the hubbub of noise around us
faded into the background. He took my hand and caressed it with his
thumb.

“
It's
nearly ten. Shall we go?”

“
Yes,” I
agreed, very readily. I wanted to be alone with him. And I was
dying for what was coming when we got back to his house.

As we sat in
the taxi, en route to Sudbury, my heart was thumping in my chest
with excitement. I tried to keep myself calm but it was impossible,
having him sitting so close to me, his leg and arm pressed against
the side of mine.

“
Enjoy
yourself tonight?” he asked, linking his arm through mine, scooping
up my hand and holding it on my lap.

“
Fabulous. Lovely food, dancing, beautiful people to look at,
and all in the name of charity, what's not to enjoy?”

He chuckled and
raised my hand, drawing it to his lips. “Hmm, and what about my
company? Did that hit your spot?” His voice held a subtle hum as he
gazed at me over the top of my hand, his lips brushing it
rhythmically.

But I couldn't
answer, I had lost the power of speech momentarily as his teeth and
tongue grazed me. I would have loved to have made a witty comment,
to deflect his attention from my obviously aroused state of being,
but it seemed I was incapable of that, all that emerged was a high
pitched squeak of a “yes”. But I loved the look on his face. His
flare of passion in his eyes and the not so subtle promise of
pleasure.

Then he sighed
loudly and yawned, “God, I'm so tired. I didn't sleep at all well
last night.” His eyes flicked to mine, accusingly, but smiling. I
can see he does look tired. I imagined him laying there thinking of
us, of things we could have been doing, tossing and turning. I feel
some guilt about my part in that. But I had self preservation on my
mind then. I feel differently now. I know him a little better.

We arrived
through the door and he placed my holdall on the central table. He
turned to face me as I stood nervously, hovering by the door.

He held out his
hand and I moved toward him on unsteady legs, grasping his hand for
support. He pulled me in to his body. His hand slipped into my
hair, his head close to mine, his eyes searching my face.

“
You're
so nervous.” He stroked my face gently with his
fingertips.

“
I know I
am, very,” I replied, honestly, trembling beneath his
touch.

“
Don't
be, Manda... there's no need to be nervous with me, and you're so
beautiful, in every way.” He kissed the tip of my nose, his lips
easing across my cheek and down my neck, so slowly, and sensuously,
with a tantalizing touch of tongue.

“
Oh, Sebastian...
” His name left my lips on a sigh.
I was almost
fainting in his arms, and how I adored his subtle shortening of my
name. It was intimate and no one had ever called me Manda before.
It was unique to him. It made what he was doing to my body, and how
I felt inside that much more special.

He licked
gently up to my ear and nipped my earlobe between his teeth, his
tongue running over the top of my earring and then swept his lips
back down again, sucking here and there at my sensitive skin. His
stubble bristled at me, gently scraping and contrasting with the
soft smoothness of his lips and tongue. Everything tightened up
hard in my sex and stomach and I gasped out loud. I loved this
erotic state of being. How he could set me on fire with a few
sweeps of his mouth. His hands slid up and down my body, caressing
my bare back. His fingertips stroking everything in gentle
circles.

Was this a
dream? Was I really doing this? Last night I was crying my eyes out
in my shower after brutalizing myself for being dirty and intimate
with him, and now, it seemed, I was completely accepting of it
going a lot further the second we were inside his door. I was
allowing myself pleasure with him. And even more strangely, it felt
like a positive development.

All that had
happened today had broken my resistance to him completely. Not that
my resistance was very strong to begin with, but now, it was non
existent.

He'd made an
effort to treat me nicely. He'd brought me roses. White ones that
he knew I loved. He'd pushed to take me out. He'd given me a
wonderful evening. He'd made Abi so happy, my heart sang. And I'd
so enjoyed being around him. Every second he'd been in my home was
a pleasure from beginning to end. It was no small wonder I wanted
this so much.

He was being
very sweet and gentlemanly, softly seductive and attentive but we
both knew that the real Sebastian would come out of hiding soon.
The highly passionate, darker one. The one who said and did base
things. And I had to be honest, I wanted to see and experience the
full on animal side to his nature.

“
Let's
take this upstairs.” He released me and picked up my holdall and
taking my hand, he led me up the stairs. My heart was thumping like
a big bass drum as we arrived in his room. I sat on the bed while
he closed the drapes, and then he turned toward me.

“
Bathroom's there, if you need it.” He started to take off
his jacket and tie.

I grabbed my
bag and shot off into the bathroom. Inside I stood with my hands
braced against the vanity unit, staring at myself in the
mirror.

I felt very
inadequate and innocent at that moment. It wasn't that I hadn't had
sex countless times before. It was more a matter of how it came
about. I wasn't a natural seductress. I wasn't confident in that
way. And certainly not with someone so experienced as he obviously
was. And neither was I adventurous. Strangely, I'd never wanted to
be. Until now. I wanted excite him, wildly, and to raise his
temperature like he raised mine. But for now I needed to play the
part, until, hopeful the role came more naturally to me. Like
breathing and walking. I opened my bag and looked inside, at my
lacy black camisole and shorts style panties which I'd brought with
me for a moment like this. I hadn't been sure what to bring for
this weekend away and I allowed for a few possibilities. These
seemed to suit the current situation. Kind of naughty girl pajamas.
I undressed, removed my shoes and put on the sexy underwear. It
hugged my curves tightly and looked good. I brushed my hair and
sprayed a little more perfume into the air around me. Then I sat on
the edge of his large bath, trying to gather my confidence, enough
to leave the bathroom, dressed like I was. I sat for a few minutes
drumming my fingers nervously. The confidence wasn't coming.

“
I'm
being ridiculous, it's not as if I'm naked.” I told myself sternly.
I stood up and with a deep breath I sauntered out to the bedroom,
trying to hide my petrified expression.

Sweet
Jesus.

The sight of
him couldn't have had more of an effect on me than it did. My
stomach squeezed so tightly I felt all the breath rush from my
body.

He was lying on
the bed, still dressed, in his pants and shirt, and completely fast
asleep.

I came silently
to his side, looking down at his face. His peaceful, handsome face.
My eyes absorbed every part of it hungrily, microscopically. I
stared obsessively at his eyes and mouth.

At that moment
something took hold of my heart, ripped it out, and gave it to
him.

I opened my
mouth in shock, as I turned and walked slowly to the other side of
his bed.

I slid in
between the cool sheets, carefully, so as not to wake him.

Although my
entire body ached for what he was going to give me, it seemed
tonight was not the time. In a way I'm pleased. I wasn't sure of
myself. I want to be sure. I want to meet him in a blaze of passion
and desire and heat. No doubts. No hesitancy. No nerves or fear. An
unstoppable, exhilarating meeting of our bodies and minds.

Another time.
A better time.

I drifted off
to sleep, looking at him and thinking about him. I was besotted
already. I needed to learn more about him. And I wanted to.
Tomorrow would be a day for learning.

He woke me with
a touch of his fingers, standing at my side. He was dressed in his
usual smart attire, and his clean scent swamped me.

I sat up and
stretched.

“
Well...”
he said, running his eyes up and down my lacy and somewhat see
though camisole. “I was about to ask if you'd like a moonlit drink
on the terrace, last night, but my body sent me to bed and made me
pass out on you. My apologies for that. Did you sleep
well?”

“
I was
out like a light, too.” I smiled wryly.

He knelt down
at my bedside and pulled me toward him and kissed me, his mouth
hard and needy, his tongue forcing mine into submission. His arms
wrapped around my back and my brain evaporated in my head with the
rush of heated desire rushing through it. My heart fluttered wildly
in my chest, dying for more of it and more of him. But he leaned
back, breaking contact.

“
That was
your kiss goodnight and good morning, it needed to be an extra long
one,” he announced with a wicked grin. He stood up and collected me
a fluffy white robe and held it out for me to place my arms inside.
“Come with me...come see.”