arms in the air and yell “here I am!”
Of course, I’m sure Victor would not approve
of that. I was about to get down on my hands and knees, to offer myself from
behind as Victor liked to do, but I stopped short. I turned around and gave him
a leveled stare. “I want to face you while we make love.” I stumbled at the
words “make love”. It was the first time either of us had ever mentioned it
that way. For some reason it just seemed right to word it that way. I walked up
to him and lifted my chin as I spoke, “And I want to be on top.”
My eyes hadn’t adjusted enough to see the
expression on his face. Was he angry, surprised, or turned on?
My body tingled with excitement as he
complied, settling down on the cold, balcony floor. He pulled me with him, and
I eagerly slid my pussy over his cock. I began moving my hips back and forth,
positioning my body forward a bit so that my clit rubbed up against the skin
right above his cock. I looked into his eyes and he stared right back into mine.
The moonlight glinted off our bodies, forming a sort of ethereal halo around
us.
“God, you feel so good. I’ve never imagined
anything feeling like this.” His fingers teased my nipples before sliding down
my side to rest on my hips.
I continued moving my body up and down his
cock, enjoying the heat that began to rise up from my pussy towards the rest of
my body. “I want to get closer to you,” I said to him. “As close as possible.
I’m trying, but I don’t know how.” He didn’t respond as he continued to let me
control our lovemaking. I glanced up as the night life in the city continued on
around us; everybody in this entire city was oblivious to our moment of passion
out on the balcony.
I came quickly, the feel of having sex on top
of Victor brought about a new, pleasurable feeling that I had a hard time
controlling. I moaned loudly as he thrust deeper inside me. My entire body was
throbbing as Victor came quickly afterwards; he grabbed tighter onto my hips as
he pushed his release into me as far as he could. I then collapsed next to him,
resting my head near his as I pressed my body against him. I leaned close to
his face and kissed him next to his mouth, as light as a feather. He gave me a
somewhat distant smile before we both turned our heads to stare up at the
glowing moon and stars that hung in the sky above us.
Later, we curled up in each other’s arms in
the warmth and comfort of our bed. His arms were wrapped around me as I rested
my head on his shoulder. My eyes were heavy as I felt a blissful sleep wash
over me.
“Don’t press me about our relationship
anymore until the end of the contract. Then we can renegotiate.”
My eyes snapped open. I was shocked and
slightly hurt by his words. My first instinct was to move away from him, but
his arms were heavy around me, trapping me on the bed. Where would I go,
anyway? My head began to throb as I tried forcing my tears away. I was
beginning to suspect that there was much more that I didn’t know about this
man. What are you trying to protect? I asked him silently. Are you
trying to protect yourself? Why?
There was more to him than his cool demeanor
and stylish good looks. Someone or something hurt him in his past, and I was
determined to figure out how to get him past that pain. I closed my eyes and
tried to find the sleep that had abandoned me. It turned out to be a restless
night after all.
Chapter
Eleven
Our last night in Paris came too quickly. We
headed out to a fancy party that included some of the more elite people in
society, or so I was told from Victor. From what I could gather, the party was
part business, part pleasure, and a little bit of showing off.
“You’re going to be my trophy on my arm
tonight,” he said as I stared in shock at the boxes of jewelry he handed to me.
“So, I want you to look the best you’ve ever been for me. Pick out something to
wear from
Of course, I’m sure Victor would not approve
of that. I was about to get down on my hands and knees, to offer myself from
behind as Victor liked to do, but I stopped short. I turned around and gave him
a leveled stare. “I want to face you while we make love.” I stumbled at the
words “make love”. It was the first time either of us had ever mentioned it
that way. For some reason it just seemed right to word it that way. I walked up
to him and lifted my chin as I spoke, “And I want to be on top.”
My eyes hadn’t adjusted enough to see the
expression on his face. Was he angry, surprised, or turned on?
My body tingled with excitement as he
complied, settling down on the cold, balcony floor. He pulled me with him, and
I eagerly slid my pussy over his cock. I began moving my hips back and forth,
positioning my body forward a bit so that my clit rubbed up against the skin
right above his cock. I looked into his eyes and he stared right back into mine.
The moonlight glinted off our bodies, forming a sort of ethereal halo around
us.
“God, you feel so good. I’ve never imagined
anything feeling like this.” His fingers teased my nipples before sliding down
my side to rest on my hips.
I continued moving my body up and down his
cock, enjoying the heat that began to rise up from my pussy towards the rest of
my body. “I want to get closer to you,” I said to him. “As close as possible.
I’m trying, but I don’t know how.” He didn’t respond as he continued to let me
control our lovemaking. I glanced up as the night life in the city continued on
around us; everybody in this entire city was oblivious to our moment of passion
out on the balcony.
I came quickly, the feel of having sex on top
of Victor brought about a new, pleasurable feeling that I had a hard time
controlling. I moaned loudly as he thrust deeper inside me. My entire body was
throbbing as Victor came quickly afterwards; he grabbed tighter onto my hips as
he pushed his release into me as far as he could. I then collapsed next to him,
resting my head near his as I pressed my body against him. I leaned close to
his face and kissed him next to his mouth, as light as a feather. He gave me a
somewhat distant smile before we both turned our heads to stare up at the
glowing moon and stars that hung in the sky above us.
Later, we curled up in each other’s arms in
the warmth and comfort of our bed. His arms were wrapped around me as I rested
my head on his shoulder. My eyes were heavy as I felt a blissful sleep wash
over me.
“Don’t press me about our relationship
anymore until the end of the contract. Then we can renegotiate.”
My eyes snapped open. I was shocked and
slightly hurt by his words. My first instinct was to move away from him, but
his arms were heavy around me, trapping me on the bed. Where would I go,
anyway? My head began to throb as I tried forcing my tears away. I was
beginning to suspect that there was much more that I didn’t know about this
man. What are you trying to protect? I asked him silently. Are you
trying to protect yourself? Why?
There was more to him than his cool demeanor
and stylish good looks. Someone or something hurt him in his past, and I was
determined to figure out how to get him past that pain. I closed my eyes and
tried to find the sleep that had abandoned me. It turned out to be a restless
night after all.
Chapter
Eleven
Our last night in Paris came too quickly. We
headed out to a fancy party that included some of the more elite people in
society, or so I was told from Victor. From what I could gather, the party was
part business, part pleasure, and a little bit of showing off.
“You’re going to be my trophy on my arm
tonight,” he said as I stared in shock at the boxes of jewelry he handed to me.
“So, I want you to look the best you’ve ever been for me. Pick out something to
wear from
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