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back and kicked her legs but he held grimly on.
“You, Doris, are going to learn some discipline. Who the hell do
you think you are, acting like such a spoilt brat?”
“Don’t call me
Doris! My name is Dahlia! Hey!”
“Like hell it
is.”
As he spoke he
slapped her backside. A familiar heat flamed in her buttocks that
went shooting straight between her legs.
I cannot
believe that I’m actually aroused at this …
He let her
slide down his body so that her feet were safely anchored on the
ground once more, and held her tight in the circle of his arms.
She had stopped
struggling, and found herself gazing up into his glittering blue
eyes.
“Don’t you ever run off without telling me again,” he said, his mouth
clamping possessively down on hers.
The kiss was
fierce and her head swam with the intensity of it.
I can’t let
myself do this ...
But the thought
was silenced when he began kneading her breasts through the jumper,
making her heart pound and her knickers flood with wetness.
All too soon,
the lift doors opened to her floor and they broke off the kiss,
Doris coming to her senses a little and pulling away from him.
“Walk,” he
barked, grabbing her elbow with one hand and her suitcase with the
other, guiding her back to the room from which she had just
departed.
“Tell me,” he
said, once they were safely back in the hotel room. “What gives?
Why are you running out on me? Is it the dominance thing in bed?
Because if I came on too strong, I apologise. Mind you, I didn’t
exactly see you complaining at any point.”
Doris blushed,
absolutely hating herself for constantly reddening whenever she was
around him. He must think she was so stupid .
“No, it’s not
that, I just wanted to go home for few days, you know, re-charge my
batteries before we start filming and everything…” she said, her
voice trailing off lamely.
“You’re
lying.”
“I’m not.”
Maybe you
should’ve listened to me when I tried to tell you the truth, she silently added.
“Do you know
what I do to liars?”
Her blood
heated in her veins and she found she was trembling.
“I don’t want
to play your games, Curt. I really shouldn’t be here…”
“Take off your
clothes. Now,” he barked, interrupting her.
“Curt,
please.”
Although there
was little resistance in her voice. Even when he came up to her and
spun her round so that her back was pressed against him.
“Please,” she
repeated, but the word no longer held the meaning it should have
done.
His hands
reached round and popped open the fly of her jeans.
“Seeing as you
can’t seem to do it for yourself...”
Her jeans
pooled at her feet and unthinkingly she stepped out of them. Like
an obedient child, she lifted her arms above her head at his
insistence, and let him remove the jumper. Her skin goose-bumped at
his touch; a million little pinpricks all over her body that made
her heart hammer and her breath catch in her throat.
He undid her
bra and it fell to the floor in a whisper. When he reached round to
cup her heavy-with-arousal breasts, a soft sigh escaped her lips
and she squirmed against him. Her nipples puckered instantly at his
touch and she knew right then that she was lost to him. She would
do anything he asked of her and she would do it gladly, not matter
what it was.
“On the bed,”
he said gruffly. “Lie on your back.”
Meekly she did
as he asked, all thoughts of escape completely forgotten. There was
only him and her in the world, nothing else mattered.
He kneeled next
to her, slipped her knickers down her legs and spread her thighs.
The air immediately hit her arousal, cooling the wetness there.
She gasped when
without warning he buried his face between her legs, homing in on
her clit and tonguing it hard. She writhed on the bed and fisted
the duvet; the pleasure was so immediate, so intense, it was almost
pain. But her body quickly adjusted and in a matter of seconds, a
strong, sharp orgasm burst through her,
“You, Doris, are going to learn some discipline. Who the hell do
you think you are, acting like such a spoilt brat?”
“Don’t call me
Doris! My name is Dahlia! Hey!”
“Like hell it
is.”
As he spoke he
slapped her backside. A familiar heat flamed in her buttocks that
went shooting straight between her legs.
I cannot
believe that I’m actually aroused at this …
He let her
slide down his body so that her feet were safely anchored on the
ground once more, and held her tight in the circle of his arms.
She had stopped
struggling, and found herself gazing up into his glittering blue
eyes.
“Don’t you ever run off without telling me again,” he said, his mouth
clamping possessively down on hers.
The kiss was
fierce and her head swam with the intensity of it.
I can’t let
myself do this ...
But the thought
was silenced when he began kneading her breasts through the jumper,
making her heart pound and her knickers flood with wetness.
All too soon,
the lift doors opened to her floor and they broke off the kiss,
Doris coming to her senses a little and pulling away from him.
“Walk,” he
barked, grabbing her elbow with one hand and her suitcase with the
other, guiding her back to the room from which she had just
departed.
“Tell me,” he
said, once they were safely back in the hotel room. “What gives?
Why are you running out on me? Is it the dominance thing in bed?
Because if I came on too strong, I apologise. Mind you, I didn’t
exactly see you complaining at any point.”
Doris blushed,
absolutely hating herself for constantly reddening whenever she was
around him. He must think she was so stupid .
“No, it’s not
that, I just wanted to go home for few days, you know, re-charge my
batteries before we start filming and everything…” she said, her
voice trailing off lamely.
“You’re
lying.”
“I’m not.”
Maybe you
should’ve listened to me when I tried to tell you the truth, she silently added.
“Do you know
what I do to liars?”
Her blood
heated in her veins and she found she was trembling.
“I don’t want
to play your games, Curt. I really shouldn’t be here…”
“Take off your
clothes. Now,” he barked, interrupting her.
“Curt,
please.”
Although there
was little resistance in her voice. Even when he came up to her and
spun her round so that her back was pressed against him.
“Please,” she
repeated, but the word no longer held the meaning it should have
done.
His hands
reached round and popped open the fly of her jeans.
“Seeing as you
can’t seem to do it for yourself...”
Her jeans
pooled at her feet and unthinkingly she stepped out of them. Like
an obedient child, she lifted her arms above her head at his
insistence, and let him remove the jumper. Her skin goose-bumped at
his touch; a million little pinpricks all over her body that made
her heart hammer and her breath catch in her throat.
He undid her
bra and it fell to the floor in a whisper. When he reached round to
cup her heavy-with-arousal breasts, a soft sigh escaped her lips
and she squirmed against him. Her nipples puckered instantly at his
touch and she knew right then that she was lost to him. She would
do anything he asked of her and she would do it gladly, not matter
what it was.
“On the bed,”
he said gruffly. “Lie on your back.”
Meekly she did
as he asked, all thoughts of escape completely forgotten. There was
only him and her in the world, nothing else mattered.
He kneeled next
to her, slipped her knickers down her legs and spread her thighs.
The air immediately hit her arousal, cooling the wetness there.
She gasped when
without warning he buried his face between her legs, homing in on
her clit and tonguing it hard. She writhed on the bed and fisted
the duvet; the pleasure was so immediate, so intense, it was almost
pain. But her body quickly adjusted and in a matter of seconds, a
strong, sharp orgasm burst through her,
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