decked terrace with olive trees, in huge grey pots swaying gently in the breeze, several huge glass lanterns sit around an intimate sitting area with table and chairs. Candles, huge and vanilla sit everywhere over the planked dark surface, and unlit fairy lights in the trees and small Turkish ornate lanterns sway on branches ready to be lit.
“Wine?” Daniel asks, walking to the kitchen and taking a bottle from the rack.
The living space is down a few steps into a massive wide room, cream leather sofas sit in a semi-circle around an ornate low table, and at one end a white velvet Chesterfield studded chaise lounge, its ornately carved black frame is beautiful, as is everything here. At the other end a huge black Grand piano, with a simple silver candlestick sitting on top overlooking some sheet music.
“ Please .” I'm still amazed by the place. To the opposite side of where Daniel is pouring dark red into glasses with bowls so wide they could house a goldfish (thankfully not), is a bedroom with the double doors wide open so I can clearly see in. Bloody hell. I want this don't I? The bed itself is huge, the sheets black, the floor dark wood again.
I wander over to the window and look out over Regents Park, nice view. Daniel is silently behind me passing me a glass of wine. “Great view.” We both sip from our glasses, saying nothing. Then I feel his hot breath on my cheek, he hums to himself as he breaths me in, and kisses me feather-light on my neck just below my ear. A cascade begins, unstoppable from my ears to my toes. It feels like a warm liquid has been poured over me inside, delicate and divine, I tremble.
Daniel takes my glass from me and puts them both on the table, on coasters of course.
“Baby, are you sure you want this?” he whispers sincerely. I'm a little confused, I'm here aren't I? But he's just being respectful, and that makes it hotter somehow. He touches my hair, runs his fingers down my cheek slowly, always looking directly into my eyes, his pupils dilating to dark. He cups my chin and tilts my face upward to him. Holding me there, paused as if to give me the chance to react negatively to his question. “I'm going to fuck you Baby.”
“I want you to Daniel.” Because he needs my permission.
Daniel closes his eyes momentarily, and kisses my softly on the lips. Our mouths fit to each other perfectly, our tongues wrapping around each other’s, we both relax and our kissing deepens. He has the front lapels of my coat in his fists and is sliding the khaki twill from my shoulders, and it falls with a soft 'whoomph' to the ground where it's ignored. He has my cheeks in his hands tenderly, smiling, he plants gentle soft warm kisses all over my eyelids, down my cheeks to me ear. He bites my lobe gently and sucks me into his mouth. Oh God, this feels so good. My sex is scorching hot and trembling, the heavy feeling planting me to the spot so Daniel can work on me. Bloody hell . He takes off his suit jacket and throws it to the sofa (well, it's Prada .) I wriggle his tie to loosen it, get frustrated and pull it over his head. He grabs the hem of my padded shoulder sweat top and it's joined the parka on the floor. “Daniel?”
“Yes baby?” Baby? I decide I like that. He's kicking off his pointy boots and undoing my jeans.
“Is this how you get girls to obey, bring them here to clinch the deal?” I close my eyes, his mouth is kissing my breasts.
“Will it work?” He gently clamps his teeth around my nipples in turn, and another, intense almost painful pull begins inside me, from nipple to there .
“I've already said yes, you didn't need to do this, for me.” My eyes are shut, my head tilted back, opening my frame for him to enjoy, a welcome, a permission.
“This has nothing to do with work baby, it's you I want.” His hands are in my jeans, cupping my buttocks, squeezing and lifting me toward him. Our bodies bump together, and his
“Wine?” Daniel asks, walking to the kitchen and taking a bottle from the rack.
The living space is down a few steps into a massive wide room, cream leather sofas sit in a semi-circle around an ornate low table, and at one end a white velvet Chesterfield studded chaise lounge, its ornately carved black frame is beautiful, as is everything here. At the other end a huge black Grand piano, with a simple silver candlestick sitting on top overlooking some sheet music.
“ Please .” I'm still amazed by the place. To the opposite side of where Daniel is pouring dark red into glasses with bowls so wide they could house a goldfish (thankfully not), is a bedroom with the double doors wide open so I can clearly see in. Bloody hell. I want this don't I? The bed itself is huge, the sheets black, the floor dark wood again.
I wander over to the window and look out over Regents Park, nice view. Daniel is silently behind me passing me a glass of wine. “Great view.” We both sip from our glasses, saying nothing. Then I feel his hot breath on my cheek, he hums to himself as he breaths me in, and kisses me feather-light on my neck just below my ear. A cascade begins, unstoppable from my ears to my toes. It feels like a warm liquid has been poured over me inside, delicate and divine, I tremble.
Daniel takes my glass from me and puts them both on the table, on coasters of course.
“Baby, are you sure you want this?” he whispers sincerely. I'm a little confused, I'm here aren't I? But he's just being respectful, and that makes it hotter somehow. He touches my hair, runs his fingers down my cheek slowly, always looking directly into my eyes, his pupils dilating to dark. He cups my chin and tilts my face upward to him. Holding me there, paused as if to give me the chance to react negatively to his question. “I'm going to fuck you Baby.”
“I want you to Daniel.” Because he needs my permission.
Daniel closes his eyes momentarily, and kisses my softly on the lips. Our mouths fit to each other perfectly, our tongues wrapping around each other’s, we both relax and our kissing deepens. He has the front lapels of my coat in his fists and is sliding the khaki twill from my shoulders, and it falls with a soft 'whoomph' to the ground where it's ignored. He has my cheeks in his hands tenderly, smiling, he plants gentle soft warm kisses all over my eyelids, down my cheeks to me ear. He bites my lobe gently and sucks me into his mouth. Oh God, this feels so good. My sex is scorching hot and trembling, the heavy feeling planting me to the spot so Daniel can work on me. Bloody hell . He takes off his suit jacket and throws it to the sofa (well, it's Prada .) I wriggle his tie to loosen it, get frustrated and pull it over his head. He grabs the hem of my padded shoulder sweat top and it's joined the parka on the floor. “Daniel?”
“Yes baby?” Baby? I decide I like that. He's kicking off his pointy boots and undoing my jeans.
“Is this how you get girls to obey, bring them here to clinch the deal?” I close my eyes, his mouth is kissing my breasts.
“Will it work?” He gently clamps his teeth around my nipples in turn, and another, intense almost painful pull begins inside me, from nipple to there .
“I've already said yes, you didn't need to do this, for me.” My eyes are shut, my head tilted back, opening my frame for him to enjoy, a welcome, a permission.
“This has nothing to do with work baby, it's you I want.” His hands are in my jeans, cupping my buttocks, squeezing and lifting me toward him. Our bodies bump together, and his
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