‘Oh my God,’ he said with a sigh. ‘Suck me, Angel.’

I did, and it nearly sent me past the point of no return. His cock was long, thick and straight, and the skin, warm and dry. He drove into me with slow, steady strokes and with each one, I longed for him to be on top of me, driving into the soft flesh between my open thighs. With each thrust, his shirt tails mingled with my hair, the buttons catching in it and tugging at my scalp. For some reason, it didn’t hurt – if anything, it just made me more excited.

His thrusts were coming quicker and deeper, pushing further into my mouth with every fresh assault. Just when I was expecting him to come and spurt his seed into my waiting mouth, he pulled out, leaving me there, my mouth still open, my breath coming hard and fast.

He stood, looking at me consideringly, for a moment or two.

‘Well, Angel,’ he said, finally. ‘Whatever am I going to do with you?’

I knew what I wanted him to do, and he knew it, too. I could see it in his eyes.

‘Well?’ he said. ‘You won’t get it, if you don’t ask for it.’

I mumbled it, almost under my breath, embarrassed to be saying such a thing aloud.

‘What did you say?’ he said, looking amused again. ‘I didn’t hear you.’

‘I said, fuck me,’ I repeated, slightly more audibly.

‘Louder.’

‘Fuck me.’

‘Louder.’

I no longer cared or felt embarrassed. I was lost in him.

‘Fuck me. Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.’

‘See?’ he said. ‘You can be vocal when you choose to.’ He walked around me. ‘I might even do it, since you asked so nicely, but you didn’t say please, you know.’

‘Fuck me, please,’ I said. I was aching for him so much by now, and he was so infuriating, I couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

He raised his eyebrows at my tone, and looked away, examining his nails disinterestedly. ‘I may do yet, but after that, you’ll have to beg.’

I was at my wit’s end by now. I was sure he was going to send me insane with desire. ‘Please, Sir,’ I said. ‘I beg you, fuck me.’

‘Are you sure?’ he said, bending down to pull me up. ‘On the bed, then.’

He pushed me backwards, onto the bed, and stood above me, looking down on my prone body, drinking it in. ‘And you said you weren’t submissive,’ he said, amusement all over his face.

I looked back at him, absorbing this new revelation.

‘Sit up, Miss Anderton, the time for games is over.’

I sat up on my elbow, and looked at him. He’d taken off his shirt and tie and was kicking off his shoes, his boxers…everything. In a moment, he was naked, and I couldn’t help a tiny gasp of desire. He was breath-takingly, earth-shatteringly beautiful, the tanned planes of his chest and arms and stomach as perfectly etched as his face. I was almost beside myself from the aching in my clit and the passion in my heart. If he didn’t take me soon, I thought I might actually expire, right there on his bed.

He didn’t seem to notice the effect he was having on me. At least, there was no longer any trace of amusement in his eyes, when he spoke. ‘Listen, and listen carefully,’ he said.

I nodded, trying to focus on his words, rather than his hard-muscled nakedness.

‘If I fuck you now, you’ll never fuck another man, ever again. Is that what you want?’

‘It’s what I want,’ I said. No one could ever surpass this man. Everything about him was beyond compare. It was a no-brainer.

‘Not even in your wildest fantasies, not without my express permission. Do you understand?’

I understood. My fantasies were no longer my own. I wanted it that way. At last, I had someone to share the burden.

‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Fuck me, please, Sir. Fuck me forever.’

    Forty Three

Him

It took everything I had to restrain myself from jumping straight onto her and ploughing her furrow, there and then. Her lithe, golden body, stretched out so invitingly across the sheets, coupled with the desperation in her voice, almost sent me over the edge.

I took a deep breath and regained my composure – to some extent, at least. ‘Lay back down, Angel,’ I said. ‘And spread your legs.’

Her eyes widened slightly and she looked uncomfortable, but she did as I said, pulling her knees up towards her and letting her thighs drop open. She lay there, looking awkward, as I let my gaze come to rest between her legs.

‘Wider,’ I said. ‘And pull your lips apart – I want to see everything.’

She hesitated, looking at me beseechingly, as if begging me to change my mind. There was no chance of that, though. Now I had her safe, her vulnerability and innocence were too much of a turn-on.

‘No secrets, Angel,’ I said. ‘I want you totally open, in every way.’

She gave an almost inaudible gasp at my words, but I got the feeling it was a gasp of excitement, rather than of shock. She put up no further protest, anyway, and put her fingers to her folds, parting them until she was fully exposed to me.

‘Beautiful.’ I couldn’t keep the lust from my voice and, forgetting everything I’d intended to do, I sank down between her legs, my fingers taking over from hers. I spread her even wider, until the soft pinkness of her inner flesh was exposed, then sank my tongue into her, lapping at her sweet juices as I toyed with her clit.

She let slip a sigh of pleasure and opened her thighs still wider. I pushed my tongue inside her, running it around her tight, grasping walls, before pulling out again. She let loose a wail, and I pushed back inside her, fucking her with my tongue, as she continued to moan.

She lifted her hands up, running her fingers through my hair. I let her carry on for a few moments, then I moved up on top of her, unable to restrain myself anymore.

‘I’m going to have you now, Angel,’ I murmured into her ear. ‘Now and forever.’

‘Yes,’ she whispered, her hands locked into the back of my hair. ‘Please, Sir.’

‘Good girl,’ I said, running my mouth across hers. Her lips were soft under mine, her breath hot and sweet.

I positioned my cock at her entrance, and held it there for a moment, savouring the anticipation that had been building inside me, ever since I’d taken her in my arms by the sofa. It was practically at boiling point now, and I was half worried I’d blow my load the moment I breached her.

She gave a cry of anguish. ‘Fuck me, please, Sir. Fuck me now.’

I guided my cock between her parted lips. As I pushed inside her, I took hold of her elbows and pinned her arms above her head, clasping her hands in mine to keep her in place.

She let loose a louder cry. ‘Oh, please, Dear God, let me touch you.’

I couldn’t help smiling, even as my cock throbbed harder with each thrust. This wasn’t the shy, self-conscious angel I’d walked with on the Embankment. This was the real deal. I had her now. She was mine to own, to use, to love – this enchanting contradiction of a woman.

‘Please,’ she repeated, with another wail. ‘Let me touch you. I need to.’

That she could seem at once so sweetly innocent and yet so ripe for corruption was almost too much for me to take. As I drove into her, she arched her hips up towards me, clutching at me as if she were afraid I’d disappear, or change my mind. She couldn’t have been more wrong. I could’ve stayed there forever in her, my fingers entwined with hers, her legs wrapped around my waist.

But not tonight. I needed her too badly and I relented.

‘Very well,’ I said, letting her hands free, and at once they were everywhere, running all over my body, as if she wanted to touch all of me at once. The sensation of her fingers, gripping the back of my neck, sent further thrills down to my cock. I drove into her harder, grinding against her with each stroke, eager to share the pleasure she was giving me. She ground back, her hips circling and matching me, thrust for thrust.