She followed Gunthor into the lounge area and she saw him walk to the door. After opening it, he had a gentleman push in a trolley with various covered dishes on the cloth spread. The man wheeled it inside near the wet bar and then removed some items and placed them in the cupboard and refrigerator in the bar.
He left after Gunthor thanked him.
"Some Salmon and baby potatoes," he said, "steam vegetables and a few other menu items for later…"
She felt famished from what they'd just done and he directed her to sit on the sofa while he served her plate. He seemed perfectly comfortable doing so and after he brought her a plate and another glass of that delicious wine, she dove in and found the food delicious, just what she needed. He ate but when she glanced up at him, she caught his eyes on her as if he were evaluating her.
"Nothing…I just like women who enjoy their food," he said, "Too many deny themselves such pleasures dieting to nothing."
She bit into the sumptuous potato layered with butter, garlic and chives.
"You don't like women who diet?"
"I don't like women who deny themselves what they really want."
She paused after swallowing another bite.
"What about women who deny you?"
He pursed his lips.
"I don't know…it's never happened yet."
That unnerved her somewhat because he seemed so sure that it would never happen.
"Are you sore…?"
She shrugged still enjoying her food. She had some tenderness between her thighs but not much.
"You'll enjoy a bath later on," he said, "I had them stock it with lavender salts…that should make you feel more comfortable."
She nodded, reaching for her wine.
"You're going to need that to get through the weekend."
"You're not going to hurt me are you?"
That question had burned in her mind because he'd been dominating, rough at times with her. Not that there weren't moments it had sent a rush through her body the way he controlled her but there was more than a hint of danger with him. She still knew next to nothing about the man who had taken her virginity. Not to mention what he really wanted from her.
But he chuckled softly.
"No…there's a difference between the edge of pain which can be quite pleasurable and hurting someone…as you'll find out."
She felt comfortable in her silky robe and her body felt more relaxed from the wine he seemed to have stocked in this suite.
"Gunthor I don't know…"
"You enjoyed what we did. What I did to you," he said, "I remember what you screamed even if you've forgotten."
She blinked her eyes still sipping from her glass.
He took her glass away from her and put it on the table.
"No buts, Marie. You told me to fuck you harder, to nail your pussy good among other things and I did that didn't I?"
Her face flushed because she really didn't remember much about what words had slipped out in the throes of the pleasure that she'd been riding on the edge of until he'd pushed her over with those final thrusts.
"You wanted to make you mine and I did."
She sighed, feeling him inch closer to her.
"Now that we've both been fed, I need you to come closer…to sit by me…"
She furrowed her brows.
He gave her one of his penetrating looks.
"You know why…"
So she did slide on over until she sat right next to him, his cologne, his essence wafting around her, making her heady…and a little on edge. He slipped his hand on her thigh, encased in sheer stockings. She'd never gotten around to taking off the rest of her clothing. He rubbed her there, and it felt nice the way his hand slid over the sheer material so her skin tingled beneath it.
"I want you to put one of your hands in my lap."
He opened up his robe and she saw the hair sprinkled on his chest getting narrower and thicker as it went lower.
"Do it Marie…I want to feel your hands around my cock stroking me until I get hard," he said, "It shouldn't take long…"
She looked at him a bit unsure.
"I want Marie?"
He smiled at her grasping her thigh.
"I'll tell you when to stop Marie…and what to do next."
She felt herself tense.
"Relax Marie…just do what I tell you…when I tell you."
She arched her brows.
He stroked and palmed the inside of her thigh, looking at her.
"I don't believe you want to know Marie. You're not ready for that yet."
She felt a little fear inside of her at the tone in his words, almost like a threat. But then he smiled at her and she took her hand and put it in his lap, feeling the heat of his cock beneath her fingers…she stroked the cloud of hair before she turned to face him a little bit and reached for his thick shaft. He's already started getting hard and when she wrapped her fingers around him, she felt him grow against her. She reached over to explore his balls with one hand while she worked her hand on his shaft, not sure whether she knew what she was doing until…
He arched a bit and gasped and so she stroked him, moving her hand over from his head to near his balls.
He hissed then and she took that as encouragement to keep with it. His cock felt both hard like iron in her grasp yet soft like crushed velvet, she marveled at the dueling sensations and the heat that seared her fingers. How it twitched beneath her fingers, the stiffness…she wondered what it would feel like riding her throat.
"You are doing well Marie…and it's important that you know how to…handle me. When we're in the conference room, I'll let you know where your hands are supposed to be…"
She didn't think she could surrender that type of control but said nothing; she just kept working him with her hands watching him react, trying to suppress his groans. She wondered if he'd tell her to take his now fully erect cock in her mouth. She felt her body tighten at the thought.
But he had other plans.
So she did and she took her hands off of him. He'd seemed to be getting very aroused at what she did but he hadn't wanted her to finish him off. So what did he want?
"Marie…I want you to sit in my lap facing me...but let's take off your robe first…"
She watched as he took his hands and slipped her robe off of her shoulders, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her breasts riding high, firm and full and he then palmed them, rubbing them, her nipples throbbing from the pressure.
"Now get on me…thighs on either side of me…"
So she did just that feeling clumsy at first because on the sofa there wasn't much room to maneuver.
"On my thighs…"
She sat down, his thickness in front of her and then she knew what he wanted her to do.
"Now I want you to sit on my cock," he said, "and ride it…ride me…"
She looked doubtful.
"I know but you're going to fuck me now and I'm going to watch you…"
She moved closer and she felt his hardness against her pussy lips and like he told her to do, she eased herself down on him, his cock pushing against her, to get inside of her while her pussy wrapped snugly around him. She didn't feel all that comfortable, his fullness pressing against her so intimately and her thighs gripping him.
"Now ride me…whatever way I lead you…"
He put his hand to grip her waist and started pushing her to rise up, so she did and felt the slickness of his cock inside of her as she pulled away from it, but just when she thought they might be separating, he pushed her down on him again.
Her eyes widened as he filled her all over again…and again…because he wanted her to ride him up and down, from top to bottom. She felt the friction against her walls, against her clit and oh my god, she felt her pussy ache in the most exquisite way. She gasped and her hands tried to clench the couch beneath them.
"Put them on my chest."
She pressed her hands against his slick skin and his hands slipped to her stocking clad thighs, gripping them as he urged her to ride him harder.
"There will times I'll need you to come into my office, slide your dress up and offer up your pussy to me when I'm at my desk. I'll do things like this…"
He grabbed one of her breasts with a hand and told her to lean forward a bit. When she did that, he took her nipple in his mouth and suckled it. She moaned as his lips worked her nipple into a frenzy as she rose up and down over him, her pussy squeezing his cock.
"But this weekend…"
"Is just the beginning," he said, after he released her breast, "I will give you what your boyfriend can't…"
"He's sharing Sandra with my business colleague," he said, "Stavros is in town to seal a business merger and has been known to share women…"
She felt her pussy began to convulse around his cock and knew she was close…so she undulated her hips against him and that heated up her blood.
"What about you…do you share women with him…?"
But Gunthor didn't answer and gripped her thighs again as she raised and lowered her pussy over his cock. She tensed beneath him so she knew he was about to climax. She felt the tightness in her belly start to uncoil and she closed her eyes as she felt the tides of sensations that she now craved striking her...so hard she almost stopped.
"Keep going Marie…I'm so close…"
She breathed harshly as he own orgasm hit, while she arched her back and cried out…while she felt his seed splash through her.
She stayed on top of him as he recovered from his own release. He stroked her dampened face.
"Very good Marie…you're an eager learner…"
She looked at him.
"I hope so…now it's time for you to take your bath…"
They disentangled from one another and she reached for her robe. Her pussy stung a bit and she felt so wet.
"What about you?"
"I've got some…business. It shouldn't take long…"
She nodded as he got off the couch and went to the bathroom where she soon heard water bubbling. She got up to go check it out and her eyes widened at the luxuries that awaited her. A shower with tiled walls and what looked like three different jets but the tub…it was sunken and like a spa and now it was filled with bubbles. It smelled of lavender…and jasmine. The lights in the bathroom were soft, almost like candle light. She started pulling off her garters and stockings finally.
"Just slip underneath the waters and relax," he said, "This way you won't wake up sore in the morning. I've got an outfit for you to wear when you get out."
She nodded and slipped her robe to get into the spa and soon found him to be right. He left the room to do his business as he called it. She closed her eyes and so many emotions swam through her, half she couldn't identify.
Guilt flashed through her as she thought what she'd been doing with her boss. She had just fucked him on the sofa inside his suite, while he'd tongued her nipple. She hadn't thought about Chad once. Except that he'd been cheating on her with his assistant and was in some other suite somewhere fucking her with one of Stavros' colleagues. Visions flashed through her mind of what that must be like, to have two men fucking you at once. She didn't think she could handle it, she could barely handle the one in her bed now.
Gunthor aroused her but he unnerved her too. He was in the other room waiting for her to finish her bath and she didn't know what he'd tell her to do next. What if he wanted her to do something she didn't want? He didn't seem to be a man that would like that but she was still in control of herself and he would just have to deal with that.
But as for now she relaxed in the heated waters that swirled around her, wondering what would come next.
Then she heard the door open outside and a man's voice. Her heart nearly stopped and she thought did she really want to listen?