Sinful Desires Page 7

  He does? I’m confused. “Why are we here then? I thought this was a place to share partners or to get chained and whipped in a dungeon?”

  “Not necessarily. It can be anything we want. We’ve done it in an underground garage, in the closet of a hotel, in the hotel room in Spain and we’ve pretty much christened every wall in your house. Heck, we even did it in a public bathroom during a gala with your brother-in-law a few feet away. I’d hate to think we might be becoming predictable, so I reserved this room just for the two of us. I wanted to fuck you in a place where hedonistic pleasures are encouraged. There’s something taboo about this place. I believe it can only turn this night into something neither of us will ever forget.”

  I’m so relieved by his words, but I’m still a little nervous. “How many times have you been here before?” Please, God, make this his first time.

  “This is my first time with you, love. I have a quite a few friends who’ve experienced a night of filthy sex in this very room. I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want to experience this with,” he says, caressing my cheek.

  “All I want is you,” I whisper. “You could fuck me in stairways in the lobby of this club, in the elevators at the W Hotel or even in the middle of Heathrow Airport. I wouldn’t care. I’m not an addict, but you’re my cocaine, Nikolaj.”

  With a growl, he claims my mouth with a hard kiss as he unbuttons the first few buttons of the shirt I’m wearing. “Fuck,” he says before fisting the top of the shirt and ripping it open. The clinking of the little plastic buttons hitting the ground is the only noise you can hear until the next sexy song starts playing.

  Right on cue, the most appropriate tune for the moment fills the room.

  Wow. Randall Breneman’s Bad Sometimes. Nikolaj has thought of everything.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Nikolaj says in a rich deep voice, his eyes locked onto mine. “Look at your round tits.” He licks his lips before wrapping them around my breast and sucking my nipple until I whimper.

  Oh, Jesus.

  “So, baby, do you want to be bad tonight? Do you want me to fuck you like an angel or ravish you like a starved demon?”

  “Fuck me any way you want. I’m totally yours.” Desire crashes through me like a hurricane as I hurry to get him out of his clothes. I want his warm naked body against mine.

  “I’m going to drag you to the dark side tonight and show you what your body was made for, baby,” he says, driving his fingers deep inside my wetness. “Oh, is that for me? How long have you been dripping like this?”

  “Since I slipped into the clothing you asked me to wear. Once I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help it. I stripped out of the coat, sank on the red sofa in the hotel room and touched myself until I came hard dreaming of sucking your cock.”

  Slap. “Bad girl. You weren’t supposed to climax. You’ve robbed me of the pleasure.”

  “I’m sorry, baby, but I couldn’t wait. I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

  “Then it’s a good thing you’re still dripping,” he says, curling his finger inside me.

  “Oh,” I moan.

  “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow because I want to claim every part of you.”

  I open my mouth to respond, but his fingers are doing dirty things to me and they are preventing me from thinking. He smiles when he sees I’m speechless. He yanks his hand out and pushes his wet fingers, dripping with my own juices, into my mouth.

  “Lick, baby.”

  I obey and lap his fingers eagerly between desperate moans. I need his cock so much I can barely stand it.

  He grabs my head between his hands and kisses me passionately, forcefully as he pushes me near the armchair. He drops his hands to my hips and spins me around, bending me against the high back of the sole chair in the room.

  “Bend over, baby, and spread them wide,” he says, squatting behind me.

  I position my naked body and lean forward, holding on to each armrest for support as I yank my ass up in the air. I glance down and see him looking at my red high heels as he gently caresses my legs and ass. It doesn’t get hotter than this.

  “Oh, your ass is a luscious man trap. Every time I see it, I only want to fuck your brains out,” he says, sliding a finger along my crack. “I wonder if it’s as sweet as your pussy.” He rubs over my asshole. “You’re not completely a part of me yet, love, and you know why?”

  “No,” I exhale. Fuck, he’s going to make me lose it here.

  “Your asshole isn’t mine yet.”

  I tense, letting out a choked breath. He can’t be serious. The man is nine inches long and his girth is insane. He’s going to rip me apart.

  “You promised me all of you, baby. Do you remember?”

  Gosh, did I?

  “In my opinion your tight asshole should also be included.” His finger slides over me again and although I can’t see him, I can imagine the expression on his face. He has me trapped in a compromising position where my ass is ready for his cock, but letting him go there could mean I may not be able to walk for days.

  “Have you ever let anyone else claim your ass before me?”

  Shit. I’ve only done it a few times. I did it with Glenn, a music executive I was seeing, because I didn’t fear his small cock would rip me in half. Then there was Peter, a kinky doctor I was seeing briefly. His cock was as small as Glenn’s and his girth was quite slender, but we never actually went all the way. Since Peter turned out to be an early ejaculator when he fucked my pussy, we thought anal sex would help him last longer. After a few attempts, it was clear it was best to keep it at hand jobs and blowjobs to get him off. He was never able to have a hard-on long enough to penetrate my ass. Nikolaj is a different story.

  Do I tell him the truth? “Well, only once, but he was very small—only five inches. He wasn’t as big as you are.”

  “I’m crushed you’d allow another guy the pleasure of exploring your tight asshole, but you’d refuse me.” Nikolaj feigns being hurt. “A small guy could never allow you to experience the kind of pleasure I can offer you, baby. You do know that, don’t you?” He wiggles his finger gently, probing inside me while his other finger finds my aching clit.

  “Oh, Lord,” I moan at the pressure of his fingers. My body is already trembling and he’s barely touched me.

  “Are you quivering, baby?”

  I nod nervously, confused by the duality shaking my core. On one side I want to give myself wholly to him and on the other I know firsthand how his huge cock pounds my pussy hard and leaves me sore the next day.

  “We don’t have to rush anything. I want us to ease into it, baby,” he says before kissing my ass cheeks. The touch of his lips instantly calms my nerves. “Let’s take it nice and slow before we take it rough.”

  “You promise to be gentle?” I ask in a feeble voice as I turn to look at him.

  What I read in his eyes is disarming. It’s raw, dirty and very hungry. “I promise.”

  He spreads my ass cheeks wide, exposing me further. Then I feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue against my tight asshole.

  “Jesus,” I gasp, falling forwards, and tighten my grip on the armrests. It’s a good thing this chair is resting against the wall or he’d send me flying across the room with his tongue action. “Fuck, this is so good,” I whimper with pleasure.

  “I can make it better,” he groans between licks as he strokes my clit.

  “Christ,” I cry out, lifting my ass up and pushing myself further against his tongue. Nikolaj is stroking my clit, rubbing mercilessly over and over as his tongue toys with my backside. I toss my head back so hard it frees my pinned hair from captivity and my cascade of curls falls against the moistness of my skin. “Yes,” I hiss, shaking.

  Damn, this man’s mouth is potent. His tongue is going to drive me to push this chair right through the wall. His tongue probes deeper into me and I don’t know how long I can withstand such intense pleasure without breaking apart. My
whole body is overtaken with unbridled passion. If this isn’t Nirvana, it’s pretty damn close.

  Nikolaj stops licking and eases the pressure against my clit.

  “Oh, no. Don’t stop,” I beg.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  The sharpest of his spanks are tame compared to the void I feel from the absence of his tongue against me.

  “I don’t want to make you come quite yet,” he declares, standing up. “You know what I want from you, baby. Tell me I can have every part of you,” he whispers in my ear.

  I’m so turned on I’m unable to answer. I turn my head, slightly feeling his lips against my cheek.

  “I want to fuck your ass, baby. Will you allow me to take you to the dark side?”

  He’s so close to me, asking me questions I’m in no position to answer—not after what he’s just done to me with his tongue.

  “Trust me. You’re going to enjoy it as much as I will.”

  I nod, ready for him to fill my asshole with his huge cock.

  “Do you see the window over there?”

  I nod again, looking to the right of the armchair I’m still gripping onto for dear life.

  “I want you to stand right in front of it. We’re too high here for anyone to see us and there are no buildings across from us. I want you to come undone overlooking London.”

  Oh. My. God.

  He kisses my cheek before taking a step towards the small table where I dropped the vibrator earlier. He places the toy between his teeth before wrapping his erection and pouring an insane amount of lube in the palm of his hand.

  What have I agreed to?

  I place my hands against the window. I spread my legs open as I lift my ass high, knowing in the next few seconds I’ll experience what it feels like when a real man dominates your body fully.

  “Holy fuck,” he says as he slowly enters me, stretching my backside with every inch. “Are you okay?” he grunts.

  I nod my head violently, too consumed by the moment to bother answering.

  “I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to claim your ass, baby. It should have been mine a long time ago.”

  “Ohhhh,” I cry, surprised by how well his big cock fits inside my asshole.

  “Baby, this is better than I ever imagined. Your ass is so sweet and so tight.”

  “Ahhhh.” I clench the muscles of my pussy to heighten the sensation.

  This is so kinky—anal sex in a public place. Only Nikolaj would think of something so perverted. “You like it dirty?” I ask.

  “I only like it this dirty with you,” he says, entering deeper.

  I close my eyes and tilt my head back, sliding down his cock, begging him to fuck me hard. Nikolaj pounds me with so much determination I fear the window will shatter under my fingers.

  Suddenly I hear a buzz and before I open my eyes, he assaults my body in the sweetest way possible.

  “Fuck,” I scream, pounding my fist against the window when he presses the vibrator against my throbbing clit. Did he turn it on with his teeth? “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant as the sex toy rubs relentlessly against my aching nub, sending me to orbit. “Oh, yeah, baby. Right there. Please don’t stop.” My own voice is unrecognizable to me. He’s taking my body to a place it’s never been before. This is the best sex of my life.

  “Jesus, baby, I can’t hold it much longer, but I want you to come before me,” he says in a raspy voice, pounding me harder.

  I can’t answer. I’m too far gone, already relishing the first wave of the core-shaking pleasure threatening to erupt inside me.

  I can’t believe he’s going to make me come in front of a window overlooking a secluded area of London.

  I’m sweating so much my hands glide against the window as he pounds into my ass over and over again.

  I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.

  I’m sobbing now, gasping for air, desperately trying to hold on to the window as my hands slide down. My legs are trembling uncontrollably as my body prepares to surrender to him entirely.

  “Baby, come for me,” he whispers in my ear.

  He rams into me one more time hard and adds just enough pressure against the vibrator, forcing me to break apart screaming his name as I explode, allowing millions of magnificent little climatic ripples to send me to ecstasy and back.

  “Nik,” I yell, fully aware I’ve fallen into the dark side and there’s no coming back. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” I hiss, succumbing to the intoxicating warmth of the orgasm rushing through me. It’s so strong tears roll down my cheeks.

  He can fuck my ass any time he wants if he’s going to make me come in this mind-blowing way each time.

  He growls my name before he collapses against my exhausted body. My legs fold beneath his weight and he catches me just as my knees are about to hit the wooden floor.

  I’ve never in my life come this hard.

  “Oh, my sweet baby. I’ve worked you too hard,” he whispers in my hair as I sob.

  He’s robbed me of everything—my thought, my words and my power—but I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s taken every part of me. I fully belong to him—the man I love.

  BOOK 5—SINFUL DESIRES

  Chapter Six

  The night in London was surreal. I woke up the next morning wondering if it had been a dream, but the second I tried to drag my body out of bed, reality set in. I was sore beyond belief. Although my body ached far more than I ever expected, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I’m unlikely to ever forget the passionate hours I shared with Nikolaj at the kinky underground club where he claimed all of me.

  The rest of our trip in London was absolutely delightful. We spent a leisurely day in London strolling down the quaint streets, window-shopping and browsing through the aisles of a bookstore that still sold hardcover books of classic literature. We ended the day at Claridge’s enjoying a supremely elegant afternoon high tea. I’ll admit to having had my fair share of high teas in London, but I had never set foot in one of the most sought-after locations in the city. The setting was perfect for a relaxing time with a lover and the pianist-cellist duo whose harmonies blended so well with the chatter only added to the romantic mood.

  When I took one bite of my cucumber and organic chicken sandwich, it became clear as daylight why Claridge’s had succeeded in serving afternoon teas for over one hundred and fifty years. The attention to detail was like nothing I had seen so far. Their selections of tea were impressive and after much hesitation, I selected a classic and my all-time favorite—Orange Pekoe. The scones were out-of-this-world delicious and the perfectly formed pastries were the ideal way of ending such a spectacular meal.

  The day was like a dream, but although I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would rather be than by Nikolaj’s side, it was still difficult for me to fully appreciate every moment because I was so nervous about meeting his parents. Since I hadn’t done this since I met my monster-in-law-to-be—I mean Luke’s mother—I’m out of practice as to the proper decorum when one meets one’s boyfriend’s family and it ate at me the better part of our last day in London. Not to mention the added pressure of a milestone birthday for Nikolaj’s dad and a twenty-fifth anniversary celebration for the von Henningsen vodka company. It’s all left me feeling overwhelmed.

  I think Nikolaj must have sensed my nervousness because he spent the better part of the day prepping me for the family meeting by sharing funny stories of his childhood and reassuring me of how much his parents and his sisters were looking forward to meeting me.

  At seven o’clock in the evening, we made our way to the airport to board Nikolaj’s private jet to Copenhagen.

  I thought we’d end up rushing to his home once we landed, but during the flight he revealed we were spending the first part of our trip at his parents’ family home. Nikolaj’s mom was so taken aback by the fact that her youngest was finally bringing a girlfriend to meet the family, she insisted on us staying with her and Nik’s dad instead of seeking refuge at Nik’s own Copenhagen home. Nikolaj
nearly had me in stitches laughing at his mom’s reaction. He also confessed all three of his sisters were dead certain he was bluffing about me until the day of our arrival.

  After getting acquainted with my boyfriend’s family for a few days, I quickly realized I had spent all this time worrying for no good reason. To my delight, I get along famously well with most of Nikolaj’s family. How can I not? They’re so warm and inviting they made me feel right at home from the second they welcomed me into their family.

  I say most because even after a few days on Danish soil, I can’t seem to warm up to Nik’s oldest brother. It’s not for lack of trying, but I’m still not certain how anyone in this world can handle Jakob. The man is a first-class menace and his animosity towards the love of my life has me spitting bile.

  During our first few days in Copenhagen, we met Nikolaj’s best friend Martin. I was very excited to finally meet the man who had pushed Nikolaj to come claim me in Barcelona. It was like meeting a long-lost friend. Martin invited us both to his home for dinner on our second day in town. Martin is a riot. Since he’s nearly as clueless as Nikolaj in the kitchen, he enlisted the help of his girlfriend Eloise to impress us. The poor woman prepared a five-star meal before leaving for a business trip to London a few days ago. She placed her epicurean feast in the freezer and Martin proudly displayed our scrumptious meal on the table after reheating it. The rascal tried to pass the meal off as his own, but Nikolaj saw right through him and pressured him to confess.

  The last few days have been a reflection of my unpredictable relationship with my sexy dirty-talking blue-eyed hunk—fast and furious.

  Things were unfolding smoothly and so far, I’ve had a wonderful time mingling with the von Henningsen clan and discovering Copenhagen’s hidden charms. Unfortunately, the wind turned earlier today. After much anticipation, a large group of friends and family members have gathered at the paternal home to celebrate Nikolaj’s dad’s milestone birthday. It was all laughter, hugs, champagne and caviar until Jakob arrived with a shy-looking blonde hanging from his arm. From the way Nikolaj tensed when he met his brother’s eyes, I knew things were going to get nasty. I just never anticipated things could go downhill so fast.