Discovered (3 page)

Chapter Two

“I'd like to run away from you, but if you didn't come and find me ... I would die.”

~ Shirley Bassey
~

EMILY

What in the world
am I doing? Here I was in a car with a perfect stranger heading to God knows where and all I could think about is that damn kiss we shared. How could one kiss make me feel so alive, so beautiful, so… wanted?

When he crushed his mouth to mine
, his clearly experienced tongue dominated my mouth completely. He consumed me. That kiss was so determined and passionate that all my reservations just melted away. When he broke away and whispered sensually into my ear, letting his warm breath dance on my lobe, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and was unable to do anything but let him lead me to his car. My body craved him in a way that it had never craved another. I was in trouble, he was trouble, but I didn’t know if I had it in me to break away.
Not just yet anyway.

The car ride to his house was only ten minutes but it felt longer. He didn’t say a word
, for which I was thankful, since it gave me a chance to clear my head.
Was I really ready for this, for him?
He was beyond a doubt intense but how could I trust him? How would I know that I wasn’t just a play thing to him? And if, indeed, I was just another play thing, another notch, a fling just for one night…would I be ok when it ended? Could I look myself in the mirror and be ok with that?

I didn’t have time to really consider
the answers to all of the questions swirling in my head because he stopped in front of a decorative iron gated entryway which had cast iron columns on each side. He pushed a button on his steering wheel and the gate swung open, revealing a rounded driveway and a gorgeous fountain surrounded by colorful flowers. My heart instantly began to pound against my chest.

Pulling up outside, I got my first look at his home. It was breathtakingly beautiful
and screamed luxury. It was a contemporary, three-story building with exceptionally well-tended, lush landscaped gardens and huge double oak front doors.

After parking directly in front of the house and exiting the vehicle, Julien opened my door and held out his hand for me. Hesitantly I took it. The tantalizing fragrance
s of roses and lilies assailed my senses, helping to somewhat calm my nerves. Holding my hand, he led me inside. It was just as stunning as the outside, with gorgeous dark, hardwood floors, a stunning crystal chandelier acting as the centerpiece of a grand double bridal staircase,  and contemporary but comfortable looking furniture. Clearly expensive, but tasteful art hung on the walls and while everything was neat and tidy, it appeared ‘lived in’. It really was beautiful and was well-lit with soft lighting that made the space seem cozy and inviting.

I expected him to show me around a little but
after closing the massive double doors behind us, in an instant; I was spun around to face him, his lips immediately seeking mine, his tongue demanding entry in to my mouth. Upon contact he groaned as he devoured me. I could feel his hunger, the desperation in his kiss as he pinned me against the wall. The hot, wet, soothing caress of his mouth pressed firmly against my own. My legs felt as if they would surely buckle beneath me, if not for his hips pressed firmly into mine. While I matched his passion, his heat, he was overpowering me, taking control of
all
of me.

Oh my God…
He really wants me and God help me… I want him too!

“
Do you know what you do to me cheri?” he asked, breaking our kiss while running his hands all over my body, further inflaming me. He cupped my breast, stroking his thumbs deliciously over my erect nipples, kissing down my neck and along my shoulder, nipping me with his teeth. My mound was wet, dripping with excitement. My skin came alive at his touch. Without warning he gave a sharp yank to my dress, the thin straps snapping in an instant. I was so lost to him to I barely noticed as the dress slipped from my body to pool around my feet, quickly followed by my lace bra. He lowered his head and kissed, licked and sucked on my heavy breasts, making sure to circle my nipples with his magical tongue. Biting my lip, I threw my head back and moaned with each delicious flicker, savoring the heady pressure pounding through my body.

“
Tell me that you want me,
Mon amour
.”

H
e pushed away causing me to whimper in disappointment. I stared up into his intense eyes which seemed to bare his soul to me. They were filled with intense passion, lust and desperation. Where was the hint of over-confidence I saw at the club? I wondered. Maybe I had been too quick to judge, too quick to assume the worst of him because standing before me was a man whose eyes told me all that I needed to know. He needed me just as badly as I needed him.

“
Yes, I want you…” I murmured, as my body trembled, giving away just how excited and nervous I was as I stood before him in only my high heels and a skimpy thong. Staring into his eyes, thoughts and feelings continued to bombard me. He sparked such intense lust and passion in me, like nothing I had ever experienced before, my mind was conjuring up all manner of dirty and sexy things that I wanted him to do to me…no, things I
needed
him to do to me.

He let out a guttural growl as he
lifted me in one swift move into his arms; and the smell of his musky cologne teased my nose. His strong hands gripped me tightly as if he was afraid I would escape his grasp. He ascended the double bridal staircase, eyes still determined.

Entering his bedroom, he took me straight to his huge four poster bed, placing me gently in the middle, my back resting on the cool, soft
and plush bedding. Straightening, he stood over me, feasting his eyes on my body; His searing gaze, heating my skin just as if he had caressed me with his hands. That one look caused a shiver to race up my spine.

“Do you trust me?”
he asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes…
” I responded immediately, my eyes skimmed down his body, coming to rest on the growing bulge in his pants. The site of his large erection sparked a new flood of moisture from my core.
Why are we still talking?
“Do want whatever you want with me Julien. Please… just take me!” I wanted him inside me so desperately that I was prepared to beg, either that or I was going to scream in frustration.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk
Mon amour
… you must be patient” he scolded as he eyed me mischievously. Walking to night stand, he opened the drawer and pulled out a black, silk scarf. “If you trust me, stand up and turn around.”

I did as he
asked; although I’m sure my shaking body conveyed to him just how apprehensive I was.

“
Good girl. Now just relax,” he whispered into my ear. His warm breath caressed my neck, causing goose-bumps up and down my arms. He placed the silk scarf around my eyes, tying it securely behind me. For a brief moment, panic overtook me and my breathing accelerated as my world was plunged in to darkness. In an instant I felt Julien’s reassuring presence at my back, calming me. Still standing behind me, his big, strong hands lifted me and placed me back on the bed, laying on my front.

Holy Crap! What have I gotten myself into? Am I ready for this?

“Now come up on all fours,” his voice was soft yet commanding.

Though my nerves were still very apparent, I did as he asked. I didn’t fully understand why, but I found his commands so hot and such a freaking turn on!
He urged me to spread my legs wider, giving him a better view and exposing fully my now saturated thong.

“
Délicieux ma belle
, you are so beautiful,” he growled in a husky voice.

I could hear the sounds of his clothes hitting the floor just before I felt his strong hands gripping my thighs. The tip of his erection pressed at the entrance of my mound causing me to moan softly. Pulling away, h
is fingers gently grazed back and forth across the wet fabric between my legs, teasing me; making me bite my lip in an attempt to withhold the moan that was desperate to escape. Quickly he pushed my thong aside, a moment before I felt his finger, gently trailing through my soaked slit, probing at my entrance but not quite entering me. I couldn’t contain the moan that ripped from my throat. Without conscious thought I opened my legs wider, trying to convey my need for more.

“You’re so wet for me
Mon amour
.” He rasped; his voice husky with desire.

I couldn’t remember
when I last felt this turned on. Had there ever been a time I had wanted a man, hell,
needed
a man to consume me so completely, the way Julien wanted to? And it was what I wanted, what I needed; for him to explore me completely, for him to possess me, mind and body.

“
Please Julien, stop torturing me. I need you now!” I begged in frustration, thrusting my hips against his questing fingers when he failed to enter me.

Letting out a low grunt, he grabbed a hold of my waist, and as easily
as if I weighed nothing, he flipped me over on to my back. The show of pure male dominance left me breathless in excitement.

“How is it that you have driven me completely
insane
Mon amour
?” he asked as he tugged off my now soaked thong, throwing it carelessly to the floor.

I wanted
him to take me right then and there; instead he let his fingertips softly fondle me along my swollen lips. I could feel his eyes focused intently between my spread thighs as he continued to pet me, even though I was still blindfolded. I tried repeatedly to entice his finger inside me, opening my legs even further and thrusting my hips against his hand. He denied me, pulling back whenever I got too close.

I grunted
in frustration. The pressure between my legs was steadily increasing with each passing moment but this was his show and this was his way of making sure I understood that. I wanted him to do with me what he pleased, touch me, and take me however he wanted.

I reached out to touch his sculpted torso,
wanting to admire his solid feel underneath my hands but he pulled my hands away, holding them above my head without releasing my mound from his soft caress. “No touching. If you move your hands, I’ll be forced to punish you. Do you understand?” he whispered into my ear before kissing and sucking on my neck.

To
o weak to give voice, I nodded as my breath quickened under his excruciatingly skillful lips.

“
You see
Mon précieux beauté
, it is the anticipation of what’s to come that heightens the pleasure when I eventually take you… just... like… this…”

Before I had a chance to
ask him what he meant, he slammed into me, filling me with one brutal thrust. A loud gasp ripped through my throat as I realized just how thick and swollen his erection was. Thankfully it didn’t take long for my body to adjust to his invasion. He. Was. Perfect!

Withdrawing
almost fully, he then plunged back inside of me, filling me deliciously with his girth; causing me to scream his name. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, suckling gently; his breathing was hot against my bare skin, causing me to shiver. “Oh God, please don’t ever stop!” I screamed, no longer in control of myself.

Instinctiv
ely I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting and forcing every inch of him inside me. The slapping of our skin and our breathless moans echoed throughout the otherwise quiet room...

“
This is mine
ma belle
, all mine. Do you understand?” he demanded, before grinding his pelvis in to mine, stimulating my nub, as he continued his skilled assault of my greedy sex.

I tried
valiantly to hold off on my release for as long as I possibly could, so eager was I to continue to bask in the wonderful yet agonizing pleasure he was bestowing upon me. But my efforts were futile; his skill as a lover simply undeniable. As my sex began contracting around his still thrusting erection, he snaked a hand between us and began expertly rubbing my wet, swollen nub. With the next thrust he gently pinched it between his fingers and I screamed as I flew apart beneath him.

“
Julien,” I cried out as I gave into the power of my release, my body pulsating with a fierce, intense pleasure.

At my peak, Julien had slowed his movements, content to leisurely thrust inside me. Rolling his hips against mine,
he deliciously prolonged my orgasm. As soon as I came back down from my high, he renewed his assault on my sex, pounding in to me with controlled force. Breathing heavily he crushed his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue in to my more than willing mouth. He surrounded and consumed me so completely; I had never made love like this. No other man had ever so skillfully manipulated my body.

Ripping my lips from his, I screamed as another, more powerful orgasm, tore through me. Above me Julien groaned loudly as my sex contracted ferociously around his erection. With one more thrust he threw his head back, as he too joined me in a powerful orgasm. He stretched me so completely; I could feel every pulse of his release.
Oh my God!