Orient Fevre (2 page)

“Lick it, kitten. I know how much you like cream.”

I did what he told me. I licked his fingers clean, savouring the salty ocean flavour flooding my mouth.

“I bet you taste scrumptious.” He ambushed me with another kiss, his tongue ravaging my palate, scavenging the remnants of my cum. “Yummy. Just like I thought you’d be.”

I replied with incoherent splutters. My cunt throbbed. My head throbbed. My body throbbed. That was one of the best orgasms I’d had in a long time. My God. And he hadn’t needed to fuck me with his cock to make me come like that. Who was this man?

“Thanks. That was…incredible.” I untangled from him and flopped onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” He stooped over me.

I groped at my ankles to pull up my panties.

“We’re not finished.”

“We aren’t?”

He snorted. “Not even close. I’ll decide when our fuck is going to end. Until then, kitty-cat, you’re mine.”

He grabbed my ankles and slipped my boots from my feet. He yanked off my crumpled pants and flung them away. Guess I wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

He leant down on me, wedged his powerful thighs beside my hips and undressed the rest of my clothes. My leather vest flew over the coffee table. My bustier skated across the floor. Before long, I found myself lying naked under him with a throbbing head and a quivering pussy, surrendering to the will of this perfect stranger whose name was still unknown to me.

I licked my lips as he ran his hands all over my body, caressing my fevered skin. His touches caused sparks of electric lust. His palm settled on my breasts, tightened, and squeezed me hard. I heaved. His fingers found my pouting nipples, pinching and rolling until a deep-drawing sensation stirred from the depths of my sex, making my cunt contract in hunger. I was ready for another round, and this time, I wanted to be fucked by his cock.

But he had other plans for me. He leant down and took my nipple into his mouth. He engulfed me, almost feral, his teeth biting into my tender flesh, sucking my hard bud, trapping it between the roof of his mouth and his tongue until I flinched from another sudden orgasm. I fisted his hair, yelling with surprise. He released me while I shivered from the aftermath of the climax, and my mind was wiped blank from the exquisiteness of the pleasure.

“Sweet kitty, you’re so easy to please.”

It took several seconds to sort my mind in order. “Are we finished now?”

“Not even close.”

Damn, this man was insatiable.

“Can I see your cock, then?”

“Patience.”

He got up from the floor and lifted me in his strong arms. The high ceilings of his penthouse swirled before my eyes like a dizzying kaleidoscope as he carried me to another room. He laid me on his bed, a huge four-poster luxury swathed in a red and black satin duvet. The fabric felt so smooth against my bare skin. It was fragrantly scented of lilac and jasmine. I ran my hands on the duvet and inhaled the sweet scent. I wished I had a bed like this in my stateroom back on Orient Fevre. I’d have something to look forward to after a hard day at work.

“Wait here.”

I answered him with a purr. I wasn’t going anywhere with a bed this sweet. He disappeared from my view and returned with some wicked things in his hands. Two pairs of handcuffs were among them. He grabbed my arm and cuffed one wrist to the headboard.

“Wait!” I was alarmed. “Don’t you think we should discuss the safeword first before you do this to me?”

He cocked an eyebrow up. “The safeword is my name.”

“But…I don’t know your name.”

“Do you want to know?”

I clammed shut. He must have thought I was being ridiculous that I was willing to be fucked at his whim and yet, I refused to know him personally. I’d planned for tonight to stay as a nameless fuck, my own way of a personal detachment. If I knew his name, I’d be thinking about him all the time. There was something about this man that drove me wild.

He grinned. A row of white pearly teeth looked dazzling against his luscious tanned skin. His eyes glittered. “We’ll see how long you last without the safeword, kitten.” He grabbed my free wrist and handcuffed me to the other post. “What’s your name by the way?”

“I’m afraid that information is highly classified.”

“I can check on your ID implant and snoop everything I want to know about you. Not like you’re going anywhere, anyway.”

“Why don’t you?”

“‘Cause I want to hear it from your own mouth.”

I writhed, my handcuffs clanking against the headboard. “Violet. My name is Violet Cross.”

“Violet Cross. I love it. Such a pretty name.” He took off his watch and placed it by the nightstand. He disrobed, unbuttoning his black shirt. “Tell me, who’s this loser you’re trying to forget tonight?”

I gulped. Was I that easy to read? “What are you talking about?”

“You’re a classic example of rebound. You’re a pathetic drinker, got lost in a bar, and didn’t mind picking up a random guy as long as you got laid tonight. So, who is he? Or perhaps, she?”

“That’s not your business.”

“I want to make sure that I’m not going to fuck an attached woman. I don’t like taking somebody else’s lover, even though you’re so damn pretty.”

“I’m free. Don’t worry about it.”

He purred, considering. His gaze feasted on my sprawled, naked body. He burned me again, caressing me with a pair of invisible hands. My nipples hardened and the thrums in my pussy intensified.

“Good enough for me.” He kicked off his boots and shoved down his jeans. He was a commando type of guy. His cock sprang from his dark thatch.

Just like I had suspected, he had a magnificent cock—a cock truly primed to blow. He was huge even though he wasn’t fully erect yet. I thought about taking a nibble at that mouth-watering cock at some point later.

“What do you think?” he asked me.

I unconsciously swallowed my saliva. “Sweet.”

He laughed. He grabbed one of his toys and climbed on the bed. My eyes widened when I got a good look at what was in his hand. It was an anal plug.

“Whoa…I don’t know about that. It won’t fit.”

Curiosity flashed across his face. “Don’t tell me you’re an anal virgin.”

“No. Yes. Well sort of.”

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

“Not with a cock if that’s what you mean.”

He let out a smile as if he was a sugar addict who’d been presented with an unexpected cupcake. “There’s a first time for everything. You did grant me an all-access pass.”

“Can I revoke it now?”

“Too late, kitten. I’m going to fuck your every hole, and you’d better like it.”

“Oh man.”

A dark thrill crept through me as he splayed my legs wide apart and stroked my pussy lips.

“Pretty,” he commented on my cleanly shaved sex. “Just like the rest of you.” He oiled me with my own juice, his fingers eddying on my anus.

My sphincter contracted at his very touch. My pussy spasmed.

He pushed a finger in my ass, burying it knuckle-deep. I tensed. My muscles clenched from the intrusion, tightening around his finger. I felt violated, so lewd and tawdry, but excited at the same time. My ex, Mac, had liked playing with my ass once in a while, but he’d never had the guts to actually fuck me there. I was too tiny, Mac had said, and he’d worried he would’ve hurt me. But this nameless man, a finger bang extraordinaire, didn’t seem to mind if he hurt me there.
He was going to fuck my every hole and I’d better like it.
The notion elicited a sheer anticipation inside of me.

“Damn. You’re tight,” he announced in a matter-of-fact tone. “I guess today is my lucky day. Yes?”

I only whimpered. He inserted a second digit into my asshole, stretching me to prepare my body for a bigger object. My heart thundered. I stole a glimpse at his granite-hard cock. He was fully erect now. Oh fuck. He was going to tear me apart. I sucked a hard breath and the panic caused my sphincter to contract.

“Relax, kitten,” he cooed to me, “try to relax for me.” He pulled his fingers out. He wetted the toy with his saliva and pushed the blunt tip of the anal plug into me.

“God.” I mewled.

The plug was five times bigger than his fingers. The rings of muscles of my sphincter denied the entrance at first, but then surrendered when he forced that toy inside me. A scream halted in my throat as the slick, thick, cylindrical toy invaded my virgin hole. My muscles clasped around the plug, protesting the intrusion. A deep, dark feeling overcame me. The toy felt weird, surprisingly good, in a wicked nasty way. I was so turned on by the impact, my pussy creamed.

“There, there,” he rasped, almost lovingly, his voice thick with lust and approval. “How’d you like it?”

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“We’re getting there, don’t worry.” He shifted, leaning above me to check my handcuffs. Satisfied with what he saw, he wedged himself between my thighs, his broad chest against my swollen nipples, belly to belly, and his hard cock resting on my stomach. The erection felt hot on my skin. His tip glistened with pre-cum. “Last chance. Do you want to know my name?”

“This is supposed to be a quickie.” My voice sounded desperate. If I knew his name, I’d be thinking about him after this was over. If he stayed anonymous, I’d be okay. It would be a nameless fuck. Nameless cock. And I’d move on.

“Well, kitten, you picked the wrong guy.” He leant down, brushing his lips over mine, teasingly. “I don’t do quickies. Ever.”

“Great. I knew I shouldn’t have picked you in the first place.”

“Why did you?”

“You’re delicious.”

His laugh rang to the ceilings. “Do you want to know something? It’s fate, our encounter. We’re like moths to a flame.”

“Burn me then.”

“Mmm.”

I shuddered as he stroked his ready cock and positioned his tip on my drenching pussy. He thrust, spearing me open with his pristine virile meat. The thick, fat cock ripped my pussy with semi-brutality. I yowled. Even though I was more than ready, the initial penetration was not without pain. New heat exploded, searing me alive. My overly sensitive cunt walls contracted as his veined shaft grinded my passage. He plunged down until he hit my cervix. I was breathless, the air around me thinning. He felt hot. Too fucking big. So damn good.

I gasped a lungful of air, the sinful pain and ecstasy seizing me in a tight grip. My eyes flew wide, mesmerised at the sight of our joining sex. There was still more of him left, a few good inches. And judging from the look on his face, he was planning to shove that cock all the way inside me, making me take him whole, stretching me beyond the impossible.

“I don’t think so,” I cried, shaking my head. “You’re nuts!”

He shushed me quiet, tossing his thick long hair to his back. “You’ll take me. All of me.” Arrogance laced his voice. “Give me a few minutes until you get in the groove.”

“You crazy son of a bitch.”

“And this crazy son of a bitch, darling, will be the only son of a bitch you’ll ever love for the rest of your life.” He ground his hips, gyrating.

His thick cock plundered my cunt, ripping the last strands of my sanity to pieces. I keened.

He shushed me again. “Sssh, kitten, be quiet. Feel me. Good, isn’t it?”

I wanted to say yes, but only gibbers came from my mouth. My pussy throbbed with burning desire. My body quaked with fire. And my mind? It was lost somewhere between heaven and hell when he started fucking me in short, jabbing thrusts. He watched me, assessing my reactions. I felt like a fish out of water, panting for breath from the exquisite pleasure he gave me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, feeling him skin to skin as his cock continued to ravage my pussy, but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. The helplessness incited a new delirious ecstasy within me.

“What do you feel now, kitten? Still good?” He licked my lips. “God, I can feel you’ve creamed. You’re so wet. Sticky. Oh fuck. You’re so fucking unbelievably good.”

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard. He didn’t stopped until I could feel his balls slapping my perineum and his dark thatch grounding my clit. I threw my head backward, feeling as if I’d been punched from the inside.

I heaved, shouting a silent scream. Like he’d promised, he made me take him all. Whole. His massive hard cock was completely inside my woefully tight cunt.
And I’d better like it,
he’d said. The worse thing was, I loved it, every inch of him, feeling him throb in my depths.

He snarled like a crazed beast, his eyes blazing with fire. “See? You can take all of me. Now, kitten, I’m going to make you beg. Pity you don’t want to know my name, ‘cause you’ll need it.”

I writhed against my bonds. My brain was temporarily on vacation so I didn’t fully digest what he meant until he started fucking me again. No more gentleness this time. Only slam upon slam of battering fucks. Hard. Rough. Unmerciful. I found myself tethered at the precipice of an orgasm. A little more and I’d be gone. The pleasure built, climbing higher and higher…my body tensed, my voice lost in my throat.

He stopped in an abrupt fashion. He pulled out, leaving me empty. My pussy mourned its lost.