The bedroom proved to be as opulent as the rest of the suite. Stylishly furnished and dominated by a king sized bed, its sheets pulled back from it.
High thread count so doubt, comfortable to the skin. Gunthor looked like he had spared no expense for her seduction. But the room had been dimly lit and what she saw she had glimpsed as Gunthor still holding onto her wrists pushed her closer to the bed. He released her and she shrugged her bra off standing there in front of him unable to move.
"I…I don't know…"
He gazed at her unbuttoning his shirt.
"Yes you do…ever since you were on that elevator…you were doing that for me."
She frowned because she hadn't even known anyone was watching let alone the man in front of her.
"All I could think about since I saw that tape was what it'd be like to have you in my bed…"
She couldn't believe that, not really, not considering that a guy like himself, dripping with wealth could have anyone he wanted. He wasn't conventionally handsome but his rugged looks and innate confidence would make any woman with a pulse drop her panties for him. But for some reason he wanted to get in her panties and she still didn't know why.
Not that she cared right now; she felt a soft breeze coming from an open window somewhere caress her breasts and her pussy felt chafed by her panties. What it wanted was Gunthor's cock buried deeply inside of it. That instinct within her overrode everything else. The instinct to mate…for the male of her species to dominate her and fuck her…how could her body know what it craved when it never had it?
He stroked her face with the fingers of one hand purposely inching her closer to the bed and then he held onto her, sliding down to suckle her nipples one at a time…sliding his tongue over them before his lips trapped one nipple to suck on it…gently at first and then harder…until she moaned. His hair on his head, brushed against her body…and she wanted to run her hands through it and she wanted to push him lower until his face was level with her panties.
How sinful was that, to crave a man's mouth on her pussy, his lips gently tugging the lace off of it, the tongue teasing the lace against her lips. But Gunthor's mouth remained focused on her nipples his hands riding down her bare back onto her lacy covered ass. She arched her back feeling suddenly weak and then he got up again and pushed her hard against the bed.
She didn't move, she just looked at him from where she lay with her legs splayed a bit. He finished removing his shirt after undoing his cuffs and sliding it off his body. Her mouth watered as her eyes took in the span of his chest, the hair sprinkled on it, the dusk colored nipples…and a scar laced in silver near his shoulder almost as if he'd been…no Gunthor was a business man who knew nothing of danger.
Then he started unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his muscular legs, kicking off his shoes and left now in black briefs.
The briefs were pulled down next and what she saw almost made her heart stop. God, he was hard, long and thick, his cock riding high. She wanted to touch it, to wrap her fingers around to feel its hardness wrapped up in satin…and yes, she wanted to taste it, to run her tongue over its surface from the dark head down the veined shaft, pulsating with life. He wouldn't fit but she'd take as much as him as she could, with her mouth. Like Sandra was doing to Chad right now? No…no…she mustn't think about what he did; only what she wanted.
The man standing close by who would soon be in her bed taking her places she'd only kept private inside her head.
He stood there a moment and then he joined her on the bed, the mattress creaking beneath their weight slightly. He parted her thighs and slid in between them. Lifting himself up on his elbows, his chest brushing against her breasts in ways that made her gasp…she couldn't find her breath suddenly.
Lowering his mouth on hers, he kissed her hard as he positioned himself better.
"Open yourself up for me…"
She just looked at his face looking down on hers. Her legs felt open already, leaving her exposed with a man's body in between, hardness against the lacy panties still covering her pussy.
He maneuvered his body more forcing her to open her thighs wider, and she bent her knees. Oh what was she doing here, lying naked well above the waist anyway. Her boss pressing her against the bed, his cock trying to breach her panties into her pussy…the only thing preserving her virginity was a scrap of lace.
She ran her hands over his bare back, feeling the ridge of his muscles honed from an active lifestyle she knew nothing about. They drifted down to his hips, and she gripped him there. Then she felt his hand skim over her waist and she knew what he wanted.
To rip off the last barrier between them and what they both wanted and what they both wanted.
She closed her eyes, feeling the fabric etch into her skin just before it tore away and then the next thing she knew his fingers were caressing her pussy, his thumb skating over her clit and she bit her lip and gasped.
"Ready you are…hardly the shy young virgin…"
She sensed the humor in his words and then she sobered up. She braced herself for his first thrust, would it hurt? She had seen his erection and a part of her had thought it might…at least at first. Wasn't the first time a woman had sex always a disappointment anyway?
His mouth settled on hers, this time brushing back and forth tantalizing as if he were trying to get her attention. She gripped his hips with her fingers, to contain the sensations that his mouth elicited and the rubbing of his cock against her pussy, god when would it happen? When would he ease her ache by joining them together?
"What…lie still for me…so I don't hurt you too much."
She gasped and tried, but her muscles tensed and his kisses intensified. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her jaw line and when he got in a sensitive area of her neck, he bit…not hard but enough to startle her.
But before she could react, she felt his hips thrust powerfully, quickly and then a stab of pain as his cock breached the lips of her pussy and slid inside….she swallowed her cries and he kissed her again on the mouth. He withdrew slightly, and thrust again deeper this time as she held onto him.
This put them closer than they'd ever been, their faces inches apart as he looked down at her, his cock buried deeply inside of her. Her pussy had stretched when he had penetrated her and when the stinging ebbed; she started feeling the headiness of him filling her so completely. He stopped moving and she adjusted her bent legs to encase his body against hers.
"You feel good…"
She sighed, feeling him inside of her, fighting not to move, knowing he wanted to take her much harder.
She didn't know how to put it into words. The sensations were so new to her, she didn't want to think, only to feel. Then he grew restless and she felt his hips thrust again, driving him deep inside of her, slamming her into the mattress.
He bucked against her, and her legs tried to grab him, her thighs holding onto his upper legs. She tried to keep up with him, tried to raise her hips before the next thrust. But he pushed her against the mattress and pulled her hair to kiss her again.
"You can't stop it Marie…"
"I don't want to stop it…I want…I want to…"
She couldn't think of any words to describe what she wanted and the ones that came to mind she couldn't say them. She wasn't a whore. He pinned her to the bed as he fucked her, pounding his cock into her. She clawed at his back and bit into his skin as each thrust pushed her harder than the last, her pussy squeezing his cock trying to milk it.
"Marie... hold on to me…"
She tightened her grip on him as he thrust into her, and the feel of his cock rubbing against her sent shards of intense feelings, more pleasurable, through her pussy.
He pushed his cock inside of her and pressed her against the bed and then he started rocking against her and the feeling of hardness against her clit…she clenched his hips harder, more fiercely as the pleasure threatened to rip through her with each movement. And then like that, she felt her pussy convulse sending more blissful sensations through her body leaving a trail of heat. Her body tensed and then released it and she cried out loudly…not even knowing what she said.
He shuddered against her and then she felt hot blasts of semen shoot through her body and he sank on top of her, both of them drenched in their exertion. Her pussy still spasming around his cock in the most delicious way…god how could she have denied herself such pleasure for so long…?
She felt him maneuver on top of her, felt his weight shift and she turned to look at his face.
"You are a very desirable woman," he said, "Chad doesn't deserve you."
She snuggled against him in this haze, her heart rate dropping to normal. She felt like she had ran a marathon with a sprint at its end…only no runner's high could match what she'd just experienced.
"I should clean up…I'll be right back."
She watched him get off of her and leave the bed, admiring his backside. She lay back flat on the bed, her body aching in new places and thought, what had she done? What would her boyfriend think…then she remembered what Gunthor had told her about him…and Sandra.
Now that Gunthor had taken her virginity what would he want? Surely the chase was always the fun part for the man but she'd been caught and would he be finished? But then he returned with a damp cloth and he washed her in between her legs where she felt wetness and not just hers. She widened her eyes.
"Do you hurt?"
She shook her head.
"I felt so wonderful…god I never knew it could be like that."
He looked over her carefully with a smile.
"It can be more than that…we'll get something to eat and then I'll show you how much…"
He put a finger on her mouth.
"Marie…I've decided to change the rules…"
He smiled at her.
"I am a busy man but I have certain…needs. You are going to be the woman who takes care of them."
She looked at him shocked.
"Gunthor, I don't think…"
He chuckled at her.
"You're naked in my bed, and we walk outside now and everyone at that party will know I fucked you."
"I don't think I can be her…Gunthor…I've never…until now."
He studied her carefully.
"You'll learn and I'll tell you what I want, when I want it," he said, "in return, I will take care of your needs…as any man cares for his mistress."
She just looked at him, thinking this was moving too quickly for her. Why on earth would he want a woman as inexperienced as she when he could have so many other more sophisticated women in between the sheets?
He got off the bed again and went to the closet pulling out a black robe and tossed her a feminine one. She slipped it on and over her naked body.
"Now let's get something to eat and we'll talk a bit about what it means to be in my bed."