Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (13 page)

In another moment, Torsten was back at her side. "Our villa is ready." 

"Our... villa...?" 

"After that cramped room on the plane, I feel like having a bit more space. Let's follow the lady. " 

The smiling woman from the front desk now stood at the open front door. As Torsten and Helena followed, her smart Louboutin heels clicked sharply on the steps. She led them around the left side of the main property, following a paved garden path. 

Adorable cherub statues and freshly cut topiaries stood on either side of them as they rounded the side of the main building. More trees and greenery surrounded them, along with the sounds of small, gentle fountains and chirping birds. Helena inhaled the freshness of the air around her. She couldn't believe they were still in a city of over two million people. 

They came to a clearing and approached a beautiful structure that looked like a miniature version of the main building, complete front the elegant stonework, to the front door made of rich, dark wood. 

The smiling woman approached the door and unlocked it with an antique-looking lever-lock key. 

"Enjoy your stay!" she exclaimed in French as she dropped the key into Torsten's hand. 

"Merci beaucoup," he answered with only a slight accent. 

Torsten pulled the door open and stepped aside with an exaggerated, flourishing bow that Helena couldn't help but laugh at. She stepped into the chic apartment, but Torsten did not follow.

"I have to go to the theater for sound check. You are welcome to come document as your job entails. Or you can enjoy the villa and be good and naked when I get back." His tone made clear which option he preferred. 

Helena smiled coyly. "How different will it be from all the sound checks and rehearsals from before we left?" 

"Completely the same," Torsten sighed with an eyeroll. "Except that we're in Paris." 

"I suppose I can use zee footage from Norway while I update zee tour blog from le terrace," Helena mused in a mocking French accent.

Torsten laughed as he enveloped those arms around her and pulled her in for a hungry, needing kiss. They had been naked barely an hour ago, and still couldn't pull away from each other. 

"Remember, you are to be naked when I get back," he whispered to her gruffly. 

"Or what?" she teased. 

"Or I'll tear off your clothes and make you." He hesitated and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Actually I'm more likely to throw myself at your feet and worship your pussy, begging for a taste."

"A Norse God of a man worshipping at my feet? A tempting offer."

With a final quick kiss and grope, Torsten pulled away from her with a smile. "I'll be home in a few hours." 

Home
. She found it interesting that he used that word. Being around him really did feel like home, no matter where they were.

Helena turned around to observe her new home for the next two nights. If she and Torsten could just stay in this beautiful little cottage, in this quiet garden, in the most romantic city in the world, she’d leave her whole previous life behind and make this home in a heartbeat. 

Helena spent her first half hour in the villa just walking in awe from room to room, gazing at everything and hardly daring to touch any of it.

It was lavishly decorated, yet still airy and spacious. Eclectic wallpaper adorned the walls, each room with a different pattern. The walls in the lounge expressed a nature scene. Trees and birds stood out against a pale blue sky. In the open master bedroom, a noble, gold damask pattern stood out against a royal blue background. 

But the enormous bathroom, complete with its own spa and massage tables, was painted in a romantic, deep red. 

Helena stood in the bathroom and slowly began peeling her clothes off. She was still sweaty from the sex marathon with Torsten on the plane. 

That’s right. I’m part of the mile high club now.
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She approached the tub seated under a window that opened like French doors. Upon opening them, she was relieved to see a high row of topiary shrubs guarding her privacy. 

The rectangular tub was roughly the size of a large dinner table, at least twice as long and wide as any normal bathtub. She turned a faucet and began lighting the candles which sat in elegant red votives along the edge of the tub. Their light filled the room with a gentle red glow.

A bowl of freshly picked rose petals sat under a soft, folded towel on the window ledge.

Wow. Living in luxury means you don't even have to wish for certain little things,
 Helena thought to herself. 

She stepped into the tub gingerly as it filled up. The hot faucet was turned all the way up, but the water didn't scald her. It was just hot enough and rolled over her skin like a gentle massage. Like a lover's touch. 

She took a handful of petals from the bowl and scattered them across the water's surface. They floated delicately, as did their scent in the air. 

The candles also contained subtle, flowery smell. Their flames flickered gently in the breeze from the open window, casting red-tinged shadows on the walls. Steam rose from the water like a mysterious mist. 

Helena sank into the water up to her shoulders, stretching her legs out and resting the back of her head on the edge of the tub. She closed her eyes and took in the warmth on her skin, the delicate floral fragrance in the air, and the gentle chirp of crickets outside her window as the day darkened into dusk. 

Now this is some Parisian romance.

She had no idea how long she sat in the tub when she suddenly jolted awake. Heavy footsteps thudded on the ceiling above her and her heart froze in panic. The only thought that surfaced to her mind was that the water never got cold. 

"Helena?" 

Her breathing and heart rate returned to normal. Torsten was back. 

"Down here, in the spa!" 

The footsteps moved to the edge of the ceiling and started down the stairs. She smiled as she watched his form reveal itself gradually with each step down the stairs. First his boots, then his

calves and thighs, his pelvis which she had gotten to know so well that day. Next his trim torso and chest, and finally, his shoulders and handsome Nordic face. 

"I see you did as I asked and won't make me beg," he mused. 

"Get in with me," she urged, lifting one foot out of the water to make a small splash. 

Torsten removed his clothes devastatingly slowly as she watched. As he peeled his shirt off, his bare skin seemed to glow red from the candlelight. Like he was some seductive demon from Hell, preparing to steal her soul in exchange for the greatest pleasure she ever felt. 

"How was sound check?" she asked. 

"Shitty, as it always is, trying to sound decent in a new location," he grumbled as he stepped into the tub next to her. "But we got it done. We're ready for tomorrow night and that's all that matters." 

He dropped an arm around her shoulders as Helena slid herself against him.

"Do you like it here?" he asked, playing with a wet lock of her hair. 

"So far, so good," she conceded.
Are you kidding? I love it here.

"I'll take it." 

He pulled her into his lap and slid his arms around her waist. He kissed her deeply, and she immediately felt him growing harder between her legs. 

She switched her position to straddling him. A low moan escaped his throat as she slowly rubbed her vulva against his thickening cock. His hands slid down her back and he grabbed full handfuls of her ass. He moved her hips harder against him. 

"Grind your sweet clit on me, love," he ordered. "Use me to make yourself come." 

"But I want you inside me." Helena reached down to stroke his pulsing shaft underwater, already fully hard. 

"No. You know my rule." Torsten covered her mouth with his as she began to protest. His grip tightened on her ass firmly as her hips moved back forth. 

The ache to have his cock inside her made the build-up to her orgasm agonizing. She rubbed her budding clit against his rock hard shaft, but it was barely enough. She needed to be filled up if she was going to fall over the edge. 

"Please, I need your cock to come." 

Torsten smirked at her. He knew she did. He was just waiting for her to beg for it. 

"What do you need, love?"

"I need you to fuck me," Helena panted. "Please, I'm so fucking close..." 

He lifted her hips and paused, holding her swollen, aching vulva just an inch away from his cock’s head. His eyes never broke contact with hers as he pulled her down at the same time he thrust up. 

She screamed at the sudden intensity of his cock plunging into her. Her orgasm burst through her almost instantly. Torsten's cock barely pumped into her two more times when she came. 

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest as she shuddered and writhed on his cock. 

"Did you get started without me?" he demanded.

"No, that was all you," she answered in between ragged breaths. 

"I like making a minute-woman out of you," he growled into her ear. "I want to make you come faster and faster every time. Until I'm making you come with my mind." 

Helena laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder. 

Funny, handsome, sexy, fantastic lover, musically talented and financially successful? You just may be the total package, Torsten.

After coming down from her orgasm, she lowered her pussy all the way down Torsten's shaft. She cupped his tense, heavy balls in one hand and stroked them as she began to ride. Torsten groaned an "oh fuck, love," and leaned his head back. His hands dropped away from her and he rested his arms on the edges of the tub. 

Helena was just getting into a good rhythm as she rode him when he suddenly raised his head and looked at her with panic in his eyes. 

"What time is it?" he demanded. 

"Uh, 8:30 if that clock is correct." 

"Fuck!" 

Torsten promptly pushed Helena off his lap and raised himself out of the tub. She watched, stunned, as he grabbed a towel and hurriedly dried himself off. 

"Get dressed, or we'll be late." 

"Late?" 

"Yeah, I told you we're getting dinner, remember? I made reservations for 9. If we're late, they'll give our spot to someone else." 

"But, what about..."

Torsten smirked that cocky grin she was growing to love. He gently took hold of her arms and stood her up in the tub. "I can wait, love. I know you'll take care of me." He kissed her deeply and delivered a naughty smack to her left ass cheek. "We've got plenty of time to enjoy each other. But this trip together may be once in a lifetime." 

They dried off and got dressed within fifteen minutes upon realizing the time. Having to do nothing but throw on pants, shoes, a shirt and a jacket, Torsten was ready in five. Each article of clothing was tailored to fit him perfectly so no one could guess he just threw them on. 

"I'm glad Mr. Famous Rock Star doesn't take longer than a woman to get ready," Helena remarked while flipping through clothes in her luggage. She settled on a slinky black bodycon dress that showed just enough thigh. 

“You’re welcome to take away my man card if I ever do,” Torsten replied, glancing at his watch. 

Once in the car, Helena watched Torsten sneaking glances as she applied her makeup. She secretly loved that he couldn’t his eyes off her. His right hand squeezed around her thigh, his other remained on the steering wheel. 

“When we’re back in Norway, I’m buying a self-driving car,” he grumbled. 

“Why’s that?” She finished applying lipstick and closed the visor mirror.

“So you can finish riding my cock on our way to dinner.” 

“I like a man with his priorities in order.” She grinned and placed her hand over his while excitement flooded her system like a drug. It had been years since she’d been on a proper date.

After a bit of speeding and running a few red lights, Torsten brought the car to a screeching halt at the base of a massive skyscraper. Helena looked up. The top of the building seemed to disappear into the clouds. 

"Let's hurry up!" 

Helena opened her own door quickly before a valet could get to her. Torsten was already out of the car and tossed the keys to the approaching valet. He took her hand and pulled her in the grand lobby of the building. She barely had time to admire it before he pulled her into the elevator. Within a second, he mashed the button for the top floor. 

As the elevator ascended slowly, he paced back and forth in their metal box impatiently. 

"Is it that big of a deal if we're a few minutes late for reservations?" Helena inquired after watching him for a few moments. 

"Yes. Normal people wait for months to get on the list of this place. When I called, I told the manager who I was and he pulled strings for me. I got him free VIP tickets to tomorrow's show."

Helena studied him as the lift continued to climb. The building had at least fifty floors from what she could tell, and they were only a fraction of the way there. Torsten paced like a caged animal waiting to pounce on prey. 

"You must be hungry" she joked. "It can’t be that big a deal to be a few minutes late." 

Torsten stopped and looked at her directly with a smoldering look. 

"Look, I hate using my privileged status to get things normal people can't. I never do it. But I wanted to, this time, because..." 

He trailed off and looked away from her, as if ashamed. She stepped closer to him and put a hand on his arm as she tried to study his face. Finally, he looked at her again. 

"I told you I'd treat you like a queen. And I intend to." 

Despite the chill in the spring Parisian air, Helena felt the edges of her heart melting. 

"Torsten... you don't have to go against your morals to woo me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead to his. His hands slid to her waist. "I'm already yours," she whispered.

With a soft ding, the elevator doors opened and Helena gasped. 

Across the vast room before her, the entire wall was a window, a single pane of glass. Through the glass in the distance, the Eiffel Tower stood illuminated.