CHAPTER THREE
Margaret’s POV
Pale yellow lights cut through my vision and I opened them to meet an open bed. Where was Raymond? I put on a bathrobe over naked skin and went to the door. The corridors were wide and well-lit. I had no idea where I was going. After the sexcapade last night, I dived into a pool of champagne, swimming to wash his smell out of my body. The thought of the fuck made me wince but hell yeah if you are asking if I'd get some again. Finally, taking the steps up, I reached the spot I remembered. I saw a slightly opened door, without any means of illumination. Out of hopes and curiosity, I got in but I got spellbound immediately.
“Sleep well?” I heard a voice from the darkness. I scanned my surroundings and there he was, Raymond, sitting in the Jacuzzi with both hands resting on the edge of the tub. “You had one hell of a headache last night, remember?"
I nodded, seemingly at loss for words. Was that his bulge I am seeing? "I can see you’re feeling better. Care to join me?” he interrupted and I tore my eyes from his prick. He tilted his head from side to side as if trying to relax his neck muscles. I knew what he was trying to do. If I must play this game, I must be more than conscious of all his delish tactics.
Keeping his eyes on me, he took a sip of the amber liquor from his glass. “Are you waiting for another invitation, Margaret? Or do you want a form of motivation or reawakening like yesterday?” His voice was serious, and his eyes reflected the light of the lamps illuminating the room. Looking at him, I realized I had been missing him for the past few hours. I had a crazy libido and what was revenge without good sex?
I reached for the belt of the bathrobe, pulled at it, and allowed the robe to fall to the floor. Raymond watched in rapt attention, his jaw working rhythmically. Slowly I walked toward him and slid into the water, taking a place opposite him. I looked at him as he took another sip. I moved closer and sat on his knees, pressing myself against him. Without asking for consent, I ran my hand through his hair. He moaned softly and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. I stared at him for an instant before leaning closer and biting his lip gently. He grew harder beneath me. I swayed my hips delicately, sucking on his lips, trailing my teeth along them until I slid my tongue into his mouth. He dropped his hands, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, pulling away for a moment.
He pushed me back and shot me a wide-eyed stare.
“Is that how you display your longing? Do I need to remind you of the rules? You know you have to beg for it right?.”
That hurt me. I pushed my conscience behind me as I was suddenly ashamed. I wanted to cry. but I knew I couldn't. I “I love it when you touch my hair,” Raymond said, stopping behind me. He snatched the sash of my bathrobe and tore my only cover away. He slipped out of the tub and I do the same.
As I pressed myself against him, I felt he was naked, wet, and hot. He turned me around and his lips clasped around mine. He kissed me hungrily. His hands moved around my body, stopping on my ass. He lifted me, kissing me all the while, and carried me to the bed, laying me on the mattress. For a while, he stood there, looking at me. I met his stare and lifted my arms above my head, spreading them to my sides, showing him my helplessness, but also my trust.
“If we do it now, I won’t be able to stop. You know that right?” he asked in a serious voice. “If you beg me to stop. I'll fuck you all the more”
The way he said it sounded like a promise. It only ignited my passion.
“So fuck me,” I said, sitting in front of him on the edge of the bed. He muttered something through his teeth in Italian and took a step closer, stopping a few inches away. With the faint light still on in the room, I could see his throbbing erection. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him closer, grabbing his manhood. It was amazing—thick and hard. I trailed my fingers down its length, licking my lips.
“Put your hands on my head,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “And punish me.”
Raymond exhaled loudly and grabbed my hair hard.
“Are you asking me to treat you like a whore? Is this what you want?” I leaned my head back obediently and opened my mouth wide.
“Yes, Raymond,” I breathed.
His grip on my hair tightened. He moved closer, and with a fluid, decisive motion, shoved his swollen cock into my mouth. I moaned, feeling it reach as far as my throat. His hips started pumping forward and back. I couldn’t breathe.
“ Just make sure I know you’re not teasing me,” he said, keeping his movements steady. I withdrew a bit and took him out of my mouth, continuing to stroke his cock with my hand.
“Same goes for you,” I replied, meaning it, before continuing to suck him. Raymond laughed, but as soon as I picked up the tempo, he gasped. I blew him harder and faster than his hands on my head were suggesting. He was panting, his hands balling into fists in my hair. I felt him growing even larger in my mouth. I took it as an invitation to show him who was in control now. He was sweet, his skin so smooth, and his body exuded the scent of sex. I delighted in him, wanting to sate myself with what I had yearned for from the beginning. Another part of me wanted to prove something to him—to show Raymond that holding him in my mouth, I held him in my power. I picked up the pace. He wouldn’t last long. I knew it, and he did, too. He tried slowing me down, but I didn’t let him.
“Not so fast,” he hissed, but I ignored him.
A moment later, when I didn’t slow down even for an instant, he pulled out, pushing me away. I licked my lips lasciviously as he stood and stared at me, breathing heavily. He pushed me over on the bed and turned me onto my belly, clinging to me with his whole body.
“Are you trying to prove something to me?” he asked, licking two fingers. “Relax, baby girl,” he purred, sliding them both inside me. I let out a loud moan.
Two fingers were all it took to fill me.
“I think you’re ready.” Those words made a shiver run down my spine. The anticipation, the uncertainty, the fear, and the longing all swirled inside my head. Raymond gradually entered me, and I could feel each and every inch of his thick penis. His arms wrapped themselves around me, almost painfully. As he slid inside me fully, he froze, only to pull out and rush in, harder. I moaned as my arousal and pleasure mixed with pain. His hips hastened, and his breath with them. The wonderful friction I felt was rippling in waves across my entire body. Suddenly, he slowed down, and I exhaled with relief. Raymond’s hand slid underneath me, raising my hips, and his knee spread my legs wider.
“Show me that beautiful ass of yours,” he breathed into my ear, caressing my asshole.
I startled. Was he going to try something I wasn’t ready for?
“Raymond…” I whispered, looking back at him.
He grabbed my hair and pushed my head into the pillow.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he breathed, leaning over me. “We’re going to get there, but not tonight.”Slowly and rhythmically he pushed himself against me, bending my spine so that my butt thrust upward.
“Oh yes,” he panted with excitement, holding my hips tighter. I loved being fucked from behind, and the control he exerted over my body in this position made me equally afraid and aroused. He bent down a bit, sliding one hand over my clit. I spread my legs even wider so he could play with me.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, pushing his fingers between my lips. When they were wet enough, he moved the hand back down to rub my pussy. He was an expert and knew perfectly well where to aim his hand to take me to the brink of ecstasy. I grabbed the pillow harder, unable to bear the frantic pace of his hips. I moaned and writhed beneath him, calling out in Polish.
“Not yet, Margaret,” he said, and turned me over. “I want to see you orgasm.”Raymond slid both hands under me and hugged me tightly as his penis slid inside and out, harder and faster until I felt myself contracting inside. I swung my head back and allowed the orgasm to take me over.
“Harder,” I moaned. " Go harder, Raymond! I want to feel all of you. Give me all of you!" I shrieked. He pushed at me twice as hard. I could feel him close on my heels, but I couldn’t stop the emotion anymore. I cried out, my body tightening as I came, and Raymond’s hips didn’t stop stroking, impaling me. Another attack, and another. I heard jingling in my ears. It was too much. With a wild howl, I came for the second time and my sweaty body collapsed to the mattress. Raymond slowed down, becoming almost sluggish in his activities. He clutched my wrists and lifted my arms, towering over me on his knees and observing my breasts—satisfied and triumphant.
“Come on my belly. I want to see it,” I breathed, depleted.
Raymond smiled and tightened his grip on my wrists.
“No,” he replied, and picked up the pace, pushing wildly again.
A while later, I felt him spilling inside me with a warm wave. I froze. He didn’t stop coming for a long time, pressing me down as I thrashed my hands out in ecstasy. When he was finished, he collapsed onto me, sweaty and burning. I practically tried to gather my thoughts. I was feeling my enemy, everywhere in my body, I yearned to wrestle myself from under him, but his weight didn’t let me move.
“I was quite thirsty. Could have put that to better use" He laughed and propped his head on his hands, staring at me weakening.
“You’re right— I could fill you up in a round two if you want. It could be now. You just have to say the word baby" Saying that he touched my throbbing clitoris and I shivered.
He smirked!
“Will you fuck me now?” I asked, looking at him with a plea.
“Unfortunately, yes. With pleasure" he stood up and pulled me until I was dangling from the edge of the bed.
My stomach rumbled.
"Fuck" I growled. My stomach chose to register at this time of all other times that there was nothing inside of it.
"Food first?" Raymond asked.
"Hmmm-hmmm" I replied with a slight head shake.
"You look hungry and drained," he retorted.
"Not for food" I protested and he chuckled. I launched at his waist but he withdrew laughing harder.
"Claws off tiger…As much as I'd appreciate devouring every bit of you and savoring your juices therein, I don't like it when the women I'm interested in don't eat. Food first. Every other thing should come second" he regarded me for another second and pressed his mouth into a hard line "the things I want to do you you are just so crazy and bizarre but I won't touch you any further unless you eat. I don't want you passing out on me"