Freed by Him Page 10

  As I pulled up outside her house, I noticed that she'd become fidgety and struggled to keep the smile off my face. We both spoke the same time and laughed.

  She thanked me again for last night and I shrugged it off.

  "Now that we've slept together though I think we should go on an actual date."

  "I haven't decided if I like you yet," she taunted.

  "Enough that you want to fuck me though," I countered with a wink, quoting her words back to her from the night before as she flushed, looking embarrassed.

  “Well that's a first," she muttered and I looked at her, stunned. I hadn't even considered that she might be a virgin. Shit, for the first time I felt thankful that I hadn’t pressed my advantage the previous night.

  "Oh God, I'm not a virgin! The look on your face!" She burst out laughing."It's just not something that's generally a big deal for me."

  I frowned, and she squirmed in her seat. I turned to face her, leaning forward slightly and looking at her intently.

  "Explain? You can’t make a statement like that without an explanation," I probed, and she shrugged trying to appear relaxed but looking anything but.

  "Sex - I don't get the hype; I don't understand the huge fuss..."

  I was looking at her as if she was crazy. How the hell could she possibly make that statement? The guys she’d been with must have been complete losers.

  I couldn’t help the grin that took over my face. Their obvious loss was going to be my gain. It was going to be fun showing her just how enjoyable sex could be, I was going to make it my mission to make her realise just how ridiculous that statement was.

  She caught my smile and misunderstood it. "Oh, don't look at me like that! It's different for you, you're a guy, guaranteed to orgasm and your penis does all the thinking!" she muttered sarcastically and I let out a loud guffaw.

  "Princess, if you're still able to think they've been doing it wrong" I smirked at her as I continued, “And I can assure you, an orgasm should be a given…you’ve obviously met some right selfish bastards, luckily, I’m a generous guy.”

  Her cheeks began to colour with a rosy hue. Damn, she was adorable.

  "So, a date?" I prompted her and she sighed, but a small smile played on her lips.

  "OK, I think I can manage that. You'll have to let me know about your shifts. The next few days are crazy for me," she answered with a grimace.

  I immediately responded, "Wednesday?"

  She laughed, "That's keen!"

  "I think you already know that I like you. I'm not gonna play games. I see what I want, and I go get it."

  "And I'm something you want?" She raised her eyebrows, not looking a hundred percent comfortable.

  "From the second I saw you," I answered bluntly.

  Before she could respond I reached out and put my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her towards me. She instinctively tilted her head back and I captured her mouth, gently at first, her cherry lips soft and plump. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, sucking and softly nipping, as she let out a soft moan.

  I felt myself start to harden instantly. Everything about her turned me on. As she opened her mouth, I slid my tongue in, gently teasing her, probing and exploring. My hand twisted in her hair holding her in position as I tasted and tormented her. The feel of her, her smell and taste - it was addictive, I could kiss her forever and it wouldn't feel long enough.

  Reluctantly, I pulled away, both of us breathless, and she let out a groan of frustration.

  "Sweetheart, if you don't get that sexy arse of yours out of my car and into your house, I'm gonna take you back to my bed and listen to you moan like that all day long."

  She flushed and unbuckled herself, changing the subject as she opened the car door.

  "I'm not sure what time I'll be able to get away on Wednesday." She pulled a face looking uncertain, and I grinned at her undeterred.

  "I'll see you Wednesday."

  As she walked away I called out to her and she turned back. "Challenge accepted."

  She looked at me in confusion as I drove away.

  Lena

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! I walked into the house, kicked my shoes off and went straight to the kitchen to grab myself a drink, more out of habit than an actual need.

  Jesus! That kiss had left me a molten mess; my head was all over the place. There had been other guys in the last few years, but nobody had ever affected me like this.

  I'd slept with guys more out a need to know that I could do it and because it was expected of me, rather than any physical need or desire.

  Of course I got horny - I was human - but I’d only ever had orgasms by my own hand, never from the actions of a guy. I was always too caught up in my own head to relax and let myself go.

  But Nate, holy shit, this guy was something else, I wanted him more than anyone in my life. Just being near him made my skin tingle; when he touched me my heart stuttered. He made my skin blaze where he trailed his fingers; his eyes were like pools that I could lose myself in. He made me want like never before. I felt safe; he made me feel secure and protected. I'd tried to tell myself that it was just his job but it was something more, it was who he was, his presence.

  I cringed, thinking of my outburst the night before. I seemed to lose my mind around him.

  What the hell did “challenge accepted” mean?!

  I went straight up to my bedroom. I tried to alleviate the ache between my legs, but even BOB left me wanting more. I cried out as I came but it still didn't feel enough. My mind still fixated on thoughts of him, cursing, I threw on jogging bottoms and my sports bra, and went downstairs to take my frustrations out on the running machine.

  I'd managed nearly five miles when my phone began ringing. I glanced down and saw that it was Maddie. I clicked to answer as I slowed down.

  Her excited voice came screeching through the phone line, demanding to know how my night had gone.

  I laughed and told her that I didn't have much to report.

  She sounded confused, "Don't tell me you two didn't get home and rip each other's clothes off?! He was in total alpha mode last night! I thought for sure he was going to throw you over his shoulder caveman style."

  I groaned into the phone. "Oh, Mads ... he dragged me home then refused me cos I was drunk. It was horrible."

  I sounded like I was whining but I couldn't help it. Being sexually frustrated was a new experience for me and it wasn't something that I was enjoying.

  She sighed thoughtfully down the phone and I huffed back at her, making her laugh at me.

  "Oh dear! He's got you all strung up hasn't he?" she said in amusement. "Mmm, a gentleman! I'm impressed, I thought for sure he'd have had you up against the wall as soon as you got in the house ... or before!" She snorted in amusement.

  "I'm glad it’s giving you something to smile about,” I complained grumpily, “I’m in the middle of a workout I'll speak to you later."

  I ended the call, turning my phone to silent and pounding out another 3 miles before storming off for my second shower of the morning.

  The next few days in work started early and ended late. My phone beeped to alert me to a text and I glanced over to it, but ignoring it, I carried on with my paperwork. It beeped again about 30 minutes later and again a few minutes after that.

  Sighing, I put my paperwork down and grabbed my phone opening the message. It was from Nate and I smiled. We’d spoken a few times since Sunday, but he hadn’t mentioned catching up again tonight. I thought maybe he'd forgotten or even changed his mind.

  The text was straight to the point. He asked simply, "Can you get away tonight or do I need to come to you?"

  My smile quickly disappeared; there was no way I could get out of here tonight with everything that was going on and I quickly tapped out a reply, "I'm sorry I'm swamped, raincheck?"

  His reply was instantaneous and left me feeling gutted, maybe he wasn’t that interested after all. "OK"

  Luckily I wasn’t able to dwell on it,
my phone rang again dragging me back into the chaos that was ensuing, all thoughts of Nate were swept from my mind.

  My head was aching and my stomach grumbled. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 6.30pm. Today had flown by; I hadn’t even stopped for lunch. I was almost finished for the day, earlier than I’d expected.

  The desk phone rang and I snatched it up, seeing it was a call from Anna my receptionist. She spoke as soon as I answered, without waiting for me to acknowledge the call.

  "Hello, Ms Nicholls, sorry to disturb you but there's a gentleman at the main door looking to come and speak to you."

  "A gentleman, for me?"

  She sounded unsure. "Yes, he gave his name as Nate Masters."

  My heart leapt, but I kept my voice neutral. "OK, that's fine, tell Byron to let him in and send him through."

  She sounded uncertain and curious but confirmed that she would do so. Within a few moments there was a knock at my door and I called out that she could enter.

  The door swung open and there he stood – Nate - in my doorway, flanked by Byron, the security guard from downstairs, and Anna who was looking at me intrigued.

  I smiled at her and told her that she should head home as it was getting late.

  She nodded and bid me good night, glancing one last time at Nate as she left.

  Byron advised me he would wait by Anna's desk ready, to escort Nate back out.

  I shook my head to disagree, but he smiled politely and firmly insisted, before giving Nate a measured look and pulling the door closed.

  He stood looking at me, a small half smile on his face. It seemed strange to have him standing in my office. He was dressed casually in jeans and a tee shirt, his dark hair spiked up haphazardly. He held up a small bag in his hand, his eyes sparkling.

  "I bring food." He held out his hand grinning at me and I laughed in return.

  "Very much needed. I'm sorry I couldn't get away but you didn't have to do this," I apologised to him and he shrugged.

  "I wanted to see you."

  Before I could reply my phone rang again, and I cringed. I flexed my arms, stretching my shoulder and back, before looking at him in apology and answering the call.

  A heated, lengthy conversation followed and when it ended I sighed, shaking my head. I knew that exhaustion and annoyance would be marking my features.

  "I'm sorry. Honestly, this week has been a nightmare..." Before I could continue, he walked over to the desk and spun my chair around so that I was facing the back of the office and he was in front of me.

  He leaned forward so that he was eye level with me. "Been a shitty week huh?"

  "You have no idea," I sighed tiredly.

  He placed his hands on either side of my chair, resting on the armrests, and pushed the chair backward so that it hit against the desk. He moved forward so that he was crouched in front of me.

  I looked at him in confusion, feeling slightly uncomfortable and nervous as his eyes sparkled in wicked delight. His lips pressed together as if to suppress a smile.

  "Would you like some help to relax?" He cocked his eyebrow at me and I felt myself flush again, cursing myself and hating my inability to stop myself blushing like a schoolgirl around him.

  Before I could speak he reached over and took the phone out of its cradle, placing it face down on the desk.

  "First thing, no distractions - put your phone on silent."

  I hesitated for a second before picking my phone up off the desk, and turning it to silent then putting it back down, knowing that by doing so I had given him permission, to do what though I wasn’t sure.

  My heart rate had doubled; I felt like my whole body had a pulse. My mouth had gone dry; I was unable to swallow as my throat seemed to have closed up. I had nervous butterflies in my stomach. My head was telling me to speak, say that I was fine but that I had work to do, to thank him for his visit but explain how busy I was, but my body had no intention of listening to my head. I was nervous but not intimidated by him, it was more the thrill and anticipation of what was going to follow.

  He leaned forward and I caught his aftershave, the smell that was completely him now. He pushed my hair from around my face, his fingers causing fireworks to go off in my stomach. Tingles ran all around my body as he began to kiss my neck and any resistance I thought I had was gone.

  I closed my eyes and felt myself sink into his touch, his strong, firm hand caressing my neck before twisting in my hair, whilst the other held me around the waist. I arched my head backwards allowing him access and moaned as he nipped and grazed my neck with his teeth, gently sucking and nibbling as he moved upwards. Finding my lips he kissed me gently at first, teasing my mouth open before taunting me with his tongue. He took his time, slowly building the pressure. I could get lost in his kiss. He consumed me, taking everything from me, leaving me breathless but feeling that he was the oxygen I needed to breathe.

  He pulled away and I felt bereft. Without me realising he'd opened my shirt and I felt his hands on me, his fingers trailing down and inside my bra. He pulled it down, exposing me but before I had time to think about it he'd taken my breast in his mouth. Sucking and teasing my already erect nipple, his hands moved deftly down my body. All the tingles seemed to be sending shockwaves crashing down and straight to the ache that was building between my legs.

  Running his hands over my thighs and between my legs, he pulled me into a half-standing position and slipped my pencil skirt off.

  My head was screaming at me to think and stop. I was in my office and, although it was highly unlikely anyone would enter, Byron was just outside the door.

  It was unprofessional and completely unlike me. However the throbbing between my legs had robbed me of all ability to think. I'd never been so turned on; I could feel how wet I was already.

  He sat me back down and began a slow sensuous torture, running his tongue up the inside of my thigh before switching legs as he reached the top, drawing circles with his fingers.

  He hooked my underwear and slowly dragged it down; I felt such a rush of conflicting emotions.

  He reached up and kissed me tenderly on the lips as if reading my mind and quickly shushed me before beginning his slow torture again, going right there where I needed him before moving away again.

  Desperate for his touch, I arched my hips slightly and heard his soft chuckle. He peppered my inner thigh with soft kisses, before he ran his tongue along the outside of my lips. I moaned softly, before he licked right over me making me gasp.

  His fingers continued to press and tease on the outside of my thighs as his tongue moved up and down before plunging into me.

  I moaned, louder this time, my hands fisting at my sides. He gently sucked on my clit, and I felt waves of pleasure washing over me.

  His hand moved and a sudden panic caught me, reality crashing me back down with a bump.

  "No hands," I choked out causing him to pause for a second before he continued his delicious assault, not allowing me time to stop.

  He was alternating between soft gentle strokes and more forceful persistent licks, plunging his tongue into me and sucking my clit.

  It took a few minutes but I began to lose myself again to the sensations he evoked in me.

  This felt very different from the feeble attempts that Richard had made. This was like nothing I’d experienced before. His tongue continued teasing and tasting me; torturing and tormenting me so that the pleasure and pressure began to build.

  My moans became louder as I struggled to retain control; my body tingling; legs shaking; the throbbing between my legs becoming the only thing that mattered.

  Thoughts had been pushed from my mind. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the sensations that were flooding me.

  His stubble brushed over and over on my clit as he sucked and licked, adding a new sensation that pushed me over the edge.

  I felt my body clenching and tensing as the orgasm overtook me. Moaning loudly I bit down on my lip as warmth flooded my body. I f
elt lifeless and weak, collapsed in the chair. I knew he was looking at me, but I couldn't open my eyes.

  Holy fuck, now that’s what an orgasm was about! That had been so much more intense than any I’d ever given myself.

  "You are absolute perfection," he said in awe, "Jesus, sweetheart, the sound and feel of you falling apart as you lose yourself to me; the taste of you on my lips..." He exhaled loudly. "I’m gonna be needing a whole lot more of that."

  Just his words were enough to turn me on. I smiled shyly, opening my eyes to look at him and found him smiling back at me. "C'mon princess, let me take you home, you're exhausted."

  Lena

  I woke to him gently shaking my arm and found that I'd fallen asleep in his car again. He was looking at me in amusement, a small smile on his face.

  "This is becoming a habit…crazy few days?" he queried and I sighed.

  "14 hour days." I rubbed my hand over my face and turned to face him, waiting for the lecture.

  Work and travel had been an issue in every previous relationship - not that there had been many, or that this was even a relationship. We’d barely seen each other but still, most guys tended to think they wanted a strong independent woman but actually found the reality intimidating and emasculating.

  He pulled a face but didn't say anything. He reached for the bag he'd carried into my office and handed it to me.

  "Go in, eat this and go straight to bed." He spoke sternly, but his face belied his tone.

  "Yes sir," I mocked, leaning over I gave him a chaste kiss on the lips "Thank you ... for the food, for earlier, everything."

  "Anytime Princess. Go and get some rest.”

  He waited until I'd entered the code and opened the front door before driving away.

  I quickly ate the baguette to ease my grumbling stomach before brushing my teeth and crawling into bed, still clothed.

  I left work early on Friday to head to my first session back with Paul, keen and focused. He was pleased and teased me mercilessly, earning himself a few put-downs onto the mat.

  The workout was exactly what I needed and I left feeling exhilarated, driving back home with the roof down and music blaring. In spite of my long week I felt energised.