he
controlled her was so intoxicating she could not help herself.
“That’s a good girl, obey me and come for me now,” he whispered
watching her pleasure ride her face.
Mara’s climax exploded flaring in a warm flush across her
features. With glazed eyes she
looked up at her handsome captor bringing her to orgasm so easily. He looked down at her now ramming his
fingers inside her to coax every last drop of pleasure out from her, his lips
curling sensuously, enthralled by her helplessness in his arms.
Mara lay restrained in his arms waiting for her breathing to return
to normal and her heart to stop racing. The tension she had carried around in her body for so long was beginning
to dissipate in to warm contentment.
Stephane removed
his fingers slowly but continued to caress her until her body calmed.
“Good girl. You are nice
and calm now,” he said speaking to her like a child again.
But that wasn’t what annoyed her. She actually liked it.
He stopped stroking her and re covered her vulva with her
panties. He brought his fingers to
his lips and inserted them in to his mouth sucking on the juice that coated
them.
‘Very tasty,” he smiled obviously amused by her shock.
“Well, the note isn’t in there. Let me check your bra.”
The French billionaire pulled down the strap of her left breast to
expose her flesh. He cupped the
swelling milky globe and caressed his thumb over the erect darkened peak making
her Mara breathless again.
“Such beautiful breasts, Mara. It’s a shame they must be covered. Maybe if I took your clothes away I could stop you hiding things from
me,’ he whispered and tweaked the peak hard as if to punish her for her
indiscretion and took her mouth.
Abruptly he let go of her arms and pushed her back up into a seating
position and sat back unfolding the piece of paper he had retrieved from the
cup of her bra, a mocking sigh escaping his lips as he scrunched the paper into
a ball and threw it out of the window.
She looked at him confused, hurt and then her eyes narrowed, a dark
cloud brimming over her features. He had cruelly taunted her, exposed her body and sampled its
delights. What was more she’d loved
every minute of it. Every emotion
raged through her body. She wanted
to cry, hide and slap him.
Her hand reached up to deliver a slap but he caught her wrist
easily.
“Now, now, Mara. Watch
your temper. You wouldn’t want me
to stop the car, throw you over my knee and spank your bare bottom, now would
you? Even though that is exactly
what you need. You are looking very
disheveled, I suggest you dress and cover yourself before we get home.”
Her free hand tried again but he caught it.
“Remember what I said. Now, dress or I may decide to carry out my other threat and take your
clothes from you. I am warning you
anymore attempts like that and I will.”
“Haven’t you humiliated me enough,’ she shouted glancing at her
clothes as she tried to cover herself and then at the driver.
He laughed.
“No not nearly enough, and you only have yourself and Ryan to blame
for that,” he said harshly.
Unable to find the words she fumbled with her clothes and turned
from him to look out of the window desperately wishing that the car would reach
its destination and she could escape to the confines and safety of her room to
lick her wounds in private.
Mara climbed the stairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her
fuming that she had allowed herself to be humiliated again. Nothing was working but she refused to
give up. She threw her briefcase on
the bed in a rage and then regretted it thinking of the important information
it contained. If she didn’t get
away soon it wouldn’t be just her own life on the line but Raymond Matisse’s.
She hadn’t just come to France to seek agreement on
controlled her was so intoxicating she could not help herself.
“That’s a good girl, obey me and come for me now,” he whispered
watching her pleasure ride her face.
Mara’s climax exploded flaring in a warm flush across her
features. With glazed eyes she
looked up at her handsome captor bringing her to orgasm so easily. He looked down at her now ramming his
fingers inside her to coax every last drop of pleasure out from her, his lips
curling sensuously, enthralled by her helplessness in his arms.
Mara lay restrained in his arms waiting for her breathing to return
to normal and her heart to stop racing. The tension she had carried around in her body for so long was beginning
to dissipate in to warm contentment.
Stephane removed
his fingers slowly but continued to caress her until her body calmed.
“Good girl. You are nice
and calm now,” he said speaking to her like a child again.
But that wasn’t what annoyed her. She actually liked it.
He stopped stroking her and re covered her vulva with her
panties. He brought his fingers to
his lips and inserted them in to his mouth sucking on the juice that coated
them.
‘Very tasty,” he smiled obviously amused by her shock.
“Well, the note isn’t in there. Let me check your bra.”
The French billionaire pulled down the strap of her left breast to
expose her flesh. He cupped the
swelling milky globe and caressed his thumb over the erect darkened peak making
her Mara breathless again.
“Such beautiful breasts, Mara. It’s a shame they must be covered. Maybe if I took your clothes away I could stop you hiding things from
me,’ he whispered and tweaked the peak hard as if to punish her for her
indiscretion and took her mouth.
Abruptly he let go of her arms and pushed her back up into a seating
position and sat back unfolding the piece of paper he had retrieved from the
cup of her bra, a mocking sigh escaping his lips as he scrunched the paper into
a ball and threw it out of the window.
She looked at him confused, hurt and then her eyes narrowed, a dark
cloud brimming over her features. He had cruelly taunted her, exposed her body and sampled its
delights. What was more she’d loved
every minute of it. Every emotion
raged through her body. She wanted
to cry, hide and slap him.
Her hand reached up to deliver a slap but he caught her wrist
easily.
“Now, now, Mara. Watch
your temper. You wouldn’t want me
to stop the car, throw you over my knee and spank your bare bottom, now would
you? Even though that is exactly
what you need. You are looking very
disheveled, I suggest you dress and cover yourself before we get home.”
Her free hand tried again but he caught it.
“Remember what I said. Now, dress or I may decide to carry out my other threat and take your
clothes from you. I am warning you
anymore attempts like that and I will.”
“Haven’t you humiliated me enough,’ she shouted glancing at her
clothes as she tried to cover herself and then at the driver.
He laughed.
“No not nearly enough, and you only have yourself and Ryan to blame
for that,” he said harshly.
Unable to find the words she fumbled with her clothes and turned
from him to look out of the window desperately wishing that the car would reach
its destination and she could escape to the confines and safety of her room to
lick her wounds in private.
Mara climbed the stairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her
fuming that she had allowed herself to be humiliated again. Nothing was working but she refused to
give up. She threw her briefcase on
the bed in a rage and then regretted it thinking of the important information
it contained. If she didn’t get
away soon it wouldn’t be just her own life on the line but Raymond Matisse’s.
She hadn’t just come to France to seek agreement on
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