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CHAPTER THREE
I returned to Kate’s London apartment with her. We had scarcely closed the
door behind us, when she burst into tears. I embraced her, “Honey, what’s wrong?”
“You flew over here to see me and I accepted an invitation to go stay in Paris for a week.”
“What about class,” I questioned, stroking her hair. Despite the build differences, we both had the same red hair, green eyes and medium complexion.
“My average is high enough, and I can make up work. I’ll be fine.”
As I said, I can’t begrudge her anything. Hugging her tight, I responded, “We have a month. Enjoy your week in France.”
She squeezed me tight. “Kira, you never bust my chops. I love you so much for that.”
“I love you, too.”
#
Kate departed with a herd of fellow collegians. I gazed about her very small, simplistic flat. First my child went off for a visit with others, then my sister. Here I stood, far removed from my Atlanta home base, alone.
I shivered. No, not quite alone. That bastard Englishman had picked a fight. Who knew if he would follow through. My estimation of men had fallen so low, I rather doubted I would hear from him.
I made myself tea and found a comedy to watch. Not long after, the doorbell rang. I answered and a very clean-cut Fed-Ex man handed me a cardboard envelope. I signed for it and he departed.
Closing the door, I ripped open the packet. My belly clenched. Bastan. He had sent me detailed medical reports showing his clean bill of health. Flashes of his harsh face and hard, dangerous body struck me in a powerful blow. I wanted him. But, I knew many men had a problem with my aggressiveness and physical power.
I vacillated. The lure of his animalistic sexuality drew me. He seemed unbridled, ungoverned and raw. That excited me. I had hurt him and he liked it. What would he do to me in bed? Or on the floor, against the wall?
Perhaps his interest had waned. Something very female in me wished to see if he would pursue.
So, I did nothing save purchase a few groceries and settle in to wait.
#
The following evening, the phone rang. I leaped to answer, expecting my sister, “Kate!”
“Bastan.”
His deep dark velvet and gravel voice made my joints week and my stomach clench. “How did you get this number?” I knew Kate requested it private.
“Did you receive my missive?”
“No,” I lied.
“You seek to stall me, Kira. I thought we understood one another.”
Nervous as hell, I responded, “Okay. I haven’t had time to review it.”
“Do so now. As we speak.”
“No,” I hedged, “I am working.”
“You work standing in the kitchen?”
I flipped off the light in a belated security measure. “You cocksucker. Where are you?”
“In a chauffeured car on the street in front of the building.”
In the darkness his voice became a force of nature twisting though me. Heart thundering, I replied, “I am not ready.”
Through the line, his tone intimidated. “I will make you ready and willing. Come down to me.”
“No.” I hung up and tossed the phone onto the counter.
I stood there, breathing hard and attempting rational thought. Then the door to Kate’s flat blew open.
Bastan stood there, all big baited male. “We had an agreement.”
Honor now forbid my resistance. “We did.”
Dressed in a black mandarin collar shirt tucked into black jeans, those over some sort of same hue boots, he strode to me. Towering over me, he gazed down. “I see. You want me to take you. Force you.”
Compelled to honesty, I confessed. “Yes.”
His black eyes glittered. “You have no idea who you deal with.”
To my surprise, I replied, “Show me.”
He lit up like a Christmas tree. “As you wish.”
I found myself over his broad shoulder, staring into his back. In the spirit of committed rebellion, I bit him viciously, and pummeled his kidneys. He cursed and staggered, than whacked my skyward ass so roughly my breath caught.
The doors of the building opened and I heard a car. A door opened and I found myself flopped into the vehicle’s back seat. Landing, I oriented myself, waited until he started to get in, then planted my feet on him and shoved. To my delight, he staggered backward.
Glowering, Bastan returned in a split second. He caught my feet this time, closed the car door behind. “Driver,” he growled.
The partition rose, isolating us and I lay panting upon the wide seat. We stared at each other.
He asked, “Why did you test me?”
He looked liked Satan’s agent. All dark danger and sexual threat. Deciding to tell the truth, I responded, “I wanted to see if you would come after me.”
He came down upon me, his hard mouth devastating. I embraced him, intimidated and so attracted I ached.
He murmured, “I want to fuck you now.”
He smelled so odd, and still attractive. Like hot, feral male animal and herbs. “I want you,” I replied, beyond shame, and arching up to press against him. “But, I would rather us completely alone.”
He kissed me again, his tongue ravishing my mouth. Raising his head, he growled, “I shall honor that. All the same, I need a taste.”
Shuddering under the onslaught of excitement, I pushed my hand below the waistband of my jeans, under my panties and into my swollen, drenched cunt. Then, I brought them to my lips, rubbed the abundant lubrication there, and invited, “Kiss me.”
Bastan devoured the flavor of me as he seemed to seek consuming my mouth.
I returned to Kate’s London apartment with her. We had scarcely closed the
door behind us, when she burst into tears. I embraced her, “Honey, what’s wrong?”
“You flew over here to see me and I accepted an invitation to go stay in Paris for a week.”
“What about class,” I questioned, stroking her hair. Despite the build differences, we both had the same red hair, green eyes and medium complexion.
“My average is high enough, and I can make up work. I’ll be fine.”
As I said, I can’t begrudge her anything. Hugging her tight, I responded, “We have a month. Enjoy your week in France.”
She squeezed me tight. “Kira, you never bust my chops. I love you so much for that.”
“I love you, too.”
#
Kate departed with a herd of fellow collegians. I gazed about her very small, simplistic flat. First my child went off for a visit with others, then my sister. Here I stood, far removed from my Atlanta home base, alone.
I shivered. No, not quite alone. That bastard Englishman had picked a fight. Who knew if he would follow through. My estimation of men had fallen so low, I rather doubted I would hear from him.
I made myself tea and found a comedy to watch. Not long after, the doorbell rang. I answered and a very clean-cut Fed-Ex man handed me a cardboard envelope. I signed for it and he departed.
Closing the door, I ripped open the packet. My belly clenched. Bastan. He had sent me detailed medical reports showing his clean bill of health. Flashes of his harsh face and hard, dangerous body struck me in a powerful blow. I wanted him. But, I knew many men had a problem with my aggressiveness and physical power.
I vacillated. The lure of his animalistic sexuality drew me. He seemed unbridled, ungoverned and raw. That excited me. I had hurt him and he liked it. What would he do to me in bed? Or on the floor, against the wall?
Perhaps his interest had waned. Something very female in me wished to see if he would pursue.
So, I did nothing save purchase a few groceries and settle in to wait.
#
The following evening, the phone rang. I leaped to answer, expecting my sister, “Kate!”
“Bastan.”
His deep dark velvet and gravel voice made my joints week and my stomach clench. “How did you get this number?” I knew Kate requested it private.
“Did you receive my missive?”
“No,” I lied.
“You seek to stall me, Kira. I thought we understood one another.”
Nervous as hell, I responded, “Okay. I haven’t had time to review it.”
“Do so now. As we speak.”
“No,” I hedged, “I am working.”
“You work standing in the kitchen?”
I flipped off the light in a belated security measure. “You cocksucker. Where are you?”
“In a chauffeured car on the street in front of the building.”
In the darkness his voice became a force of nature twisting though me. Heart thundering, I replied, “I am not ready.”
Through the line, his tone intimidated. “I will make you ready and willing. Come down to me.”
“No.” I hung up and tossed the phone onto the counter.
I stood there, breathing hard and attempting rational thought. Then the door to Kate’s flat blew open.
Bastan stood there, all big baited male. “We had an agreement.”
Honor now forbid my resistance. “We did.”
Dressed in a black mandarin collar shirt tucked into black jeans, those over some sort of same hue boots, he strode to me. Towering over me, he gazed down. “I see. You want me to take you. Force you.”
Compelled to honesty, I confessed. “Yes.”
His black eyes glittered. “You have no idea who you deal with.”
To my surprise, I replied, “Show me.”
He lit up like a Christmas tree. “As you wish.”
I found myself over his broad shoulder, staring into his back. In the spirit of committed rebellion, I bit him viciously, and pummeled his kidneys. He cursed and staggered, than whacked my skyward ass so roughly my breath caught.
The doors of the building opened and I heard a car. A door opened and I found myself flopped into the vehicle’s back seat. Landing, I oriented myself, waited until he started to get in, then planted my feet on him and shoved. To my delight, he staggered backward.
Glowering, Bastan returned in a split second. He caught my feet this time, closed the car door behind. “Driver,” he growled.
The partition rose, isolating us and I lay panting upon the wide seat. We stared at each other.
He asked, “Why did you test me?”
He looked liked Satan’s agent. All dark danger and sexual threat. Deciding to tell the truth, I responded, “I wanted to see if you would come after me.”
He came down upon me, his hard mouth devastating. I embraced him, intimidated and so attracted I ached.
He murmured, “I want to fuck you now.”
He smelled so odd, and still attractive. Like hot, feral male animal and herbs. “I want you,” I replied, beyond shame, and arching up to press against him. “But, I would rather us completely alone.”
He kissed me again, his tongue ravishing my mouth. Raising his head, he growled, “I shall honor that. All the same, I need a taste.”
Shuddering under the onslaught of excitement, I pushed my hand below the waistband of my jeans, under my panties and into my swollen, drenched cunt. Then, I brought them to my lips, rubbed the abundant lubrication there, and invited, “Kiss me.”
Bastan devoured the flavor of me as he seemed to seek consuming my mouth.
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