The Belgravia Club (4 page)

Claire hung up. My heart pounded a
little. So he did like me! I would definitely be going to the club this Friday
and this time I would make my feelings clear.

To my delight and surprise, I
didn’t have to. The next day the girl at front desk said a man was waiting for
me at the front desk and would only give his first name – Paul. Breathless with
excitement I kept calm and told her to send him up to my office. I decided I
was going to be cool and professional. No excited schoolgirl stuff.

‘Hello Paul. So you found me then!’
I laughed as we kissed each other on the cheeks.

‘It wasn’t exactly difficult. I
suppose I should have called, but to be honest I wanted to see you right away.’
He moved closer to me as I leant against my desk. He looked amazing in a dark
navy suit and light blue shirt, the shirt open at the neck showing a glimpse of
his dark chest hair.

I couldn’t believe it. Struggling
to remain calm, I said ‘Oh really, why’s that then?’

He smiled devilishly and said ‘I
think you can guess. Is there a lock on this door?’

My heart pounded again as I smiled
back and said ‘Yes.
Just a minute.’
I closed the door
and turned the key. My office is in a converted Georgian townhouse off Berkeley
Square, not some open plan modern place, so there was little chance of us being
disturbed.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.
‘This may sound strange, but I’m a business woman so I’ll be upfront. Am I
paying for this?’

Paul laughed.
‘Of
course not!
I only get paid at the Belgravia Club. This isn’t business –
it’s
pleasure!’

I felt a thrill as I realised there
could be no doubt that it was me he wanted. I tossed my hair back seductively
and walked to my desk. I was wearing my grey Karen Millen suit and a black
blouse. I could see Paul’s eyes take in my black
stockinged
legs as I hoisted myself up onto the edge of my desk. This was my territory and
I was going to do things my way.

‘Fuck me.
Now.’
I said, without a smile this time.

Paul didn’t say anymore. He didn’t
need to. He took off his jacket and began kissing me hard, his tongue probing
my mouth as I reached up to feel his strong jaw and run my hands through his
hair. His hands were gripping my waist and then kneading my breasts, using his
thumbs to rub my nipples erect through the fabric of my blouse.

My desire for him had become urgent
and I slipped off my blouse and skirt. Paul smiled as he ran his hands up my
legs, feeling them through the sheer material of the holdup stockings.

His trousers didn’t have a belt but
side adjusters, the mark of a good tailor I thought to myself
inconsequentially, so I loosened them and let them drop the floor as he
shrugged off his shirt. His black shorts were hugely tented at the front and I
eagerly pulled them down over his cock, which was as large and powerful looking
as I had remembered in my fantasies since I had last seen it.

Breathing in the scent of his body
I knelt before him and licked and stroked his cock, working my thumb over the
glistening tip as I pleasured his balls and shaft. ‘Enough’ he said. ‘I’ve been
waiting for this and I can’t wait any more’.

Nor me, I thought, as I let him
lift me up onto the desk and peel off my knickers. I breathed heavily into his
ear and said ‘I want you now. Fuck
me,
fuck me hard on
this desk’. He smiled as he straddled me and almost unbearably teased my clit
with the head of his cock. Just as I felt I couldn’t stand it anymore he
swiftly entered me and I gasped with pleasure. I gripped his gorgeous, toned
arse in my hands and pulled him into me as he began thrusting; I knew I wasn’t
going to last much longer.

He began with long, rhythmic
strokes which built up into a swift and merciless ramming as he lifted both my
legs up to his shoulders, his pelvis slapping against my arse. I still had my
bra on so I forced it off my breasts to enable him to roughly handle them. I
was close to coming and began to gasp for breath.

Finally he stroked my clit with
just the right pressure to bring me to a shuddering climax as I dug my nails
into his back; my whole body yearned for his and the relief was incredible; I
felt the warm gush of his own climax as his eyes closed in ecstasy and his
thrusting subsided to a gently caress before he withdrew. We both laughed out
loud with the release of tension and kissed deeply and passionately.

A few minutes later he had gone,
leaving me trembling and exhausted in my chair, too full of happy hormones to
do anything but a token amount of work. We’d swapped numbers and with the
promise of a meeting next weekend, I realised I had no more need of the
Belgravia Club for the time being. Had I found a good man?
Only
time would tell, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

Also by Clarissa Fenton from
Cavendish Velvet Publishing:

Belgravia County

Mayfair hedge fund manager
Sara Marshall is unsure where she stands with the attractive but evasive Paul
Harris, whom she met through London's decadent Belgravia Club.
When he invites her to stay the weekend with him at the house of two friends,
idyllic
Wycham
Hall in Oxfordshire, she jumps at the
chance. But when Paul fails to turn up, Sara realises she has outstayed her
welcome - or has she...?
WARNING: This 7700 word novelette contains explicit sex and is for adults only.
It can be read on its own or as the sequel to
The Belgravia Club
.

Danger in Belgravia

After a sensual weekend in
the country with a married couple, career girl Sara is called back to London
urgently by her friend Claire, organiser of the decadent Belgravia Club. Is
Claire really being threatened as she says - or is she drawing Sara into a
dangerous game?
WARNING: This 7300 word novelette contains explicit sex and is for adults only.
It can be read on its own or as the sequel to 'Belgravia County'.

Sara’s Secret

Successful career girl
Sara Marshall has a secret: she is a member of a highly select group of women
from London's rich and beautiful elite who meet to turn their fantasies into
reality...but when Sara makes the mistake of getting emotionally involved with
one of the hand-picked men paid to 'entertain' her, she is drawn into a world
of blackmail and deception - which could prove deadly...
WARNING: This c.100 page novella contains explicit sex and is for adults only.
It is also available in three separate, previously published parts:
The
Belgravia Club
,
Belgravia County
and
Danger in Belgravia
.

Lone Female

 
'Sometimes I do it in a
policewoman's uniform, Carl. With black stockings and skirt just that bit too
short. You should see the looks on their faces...do you like that? You're not
the only one who gets off on uniforms...’
By
day Carl Sanders is a frustrated salesman, stuck in
a dead-end job with a boss he hates.
By night, he wears a stolen uniform and impersonates a police officer, pulling
over lone female drivers on deserted back roads, getting high on the power -
and the sex - that his alter-ego brings him.
Carl reckons he understands female psychology, but his compulsive behaviour is
making him take bigger and bigger risks, and one night he picks on the wrong
woman. When the beautiful but dominant Laura threatens to expose him, it looks
like the game is up - but the game has only just begun, and this time Carl has
to play by her rules...
WARNING: this 21,000 word novelette contains explicit sex and is for adults
only.