His Secret Desire (11 page)

Katy felt the pit of her stomach tighten.

"Head back down again." He said and cupped
the back of her head to tilt it forwards. She opened her eyes wide
and looked up at him. The full force of his gaze filled her vision.
He was intent, silent and totally focused as he looked into her
eyes. The feeling that came over her was something like love and
something a little like wanting to be thrown onto the bed behind
her and fucked within an inch of her life.

Either would do, both would be better.

"What are you looking for?" She said, noting
the slight quaver in her own voice.

"If you have to ask then it's not there." He
said cryptically.

"Now open your mouth, wide."

She did so and felt his thumb and forefinger
gently steady her chin again.

"I need to examine your hair now. Stay
completely still."

Katy held her breath as he sat down next her
on the edge of the bed. He placed one hand carefully to the back of
her head and then began to run his fingers gently and methodically
through her damp hair. The first stroke already sent a rill of
electricity through her skin, down her neck and into her back. As
he continued, unhurried, careful, thorough and complete, the
tension began to build. His hands were strong but sensitive, his
caresses long and slow. She wasn't sure how much more of it she
would be able to bear without gasping, sighing or arching her back
to relieve the tingling sensations growing between her legs,
spreading outwards through her inner thighs. What other reason
could a straight man have for slowly combing out a woman's hair
through his fingers other than to make her wet and prepare her to
be slowly fucked at his leisure?

At last he finished and took a deep
breath.

"What was that bit for?" She said
breathlessly.

"Partly to see if you were concealing any
devices in that beautiful hair of yours, partly because it felt so
damn good."

She gulped, her eyes widening.

"What's next?" She said

"I need to examine your ears, your neck, your
throat. You can help by lifting up your hair."

"Why would I want to make anything easy for
you?"

"True. You certainly haven't done anything
without a fight up to now."

"Sure. It took you all of about eight hours
to relieve me of any clothing and get me into your bedroom. How
long do they usually put a fight for? Eight minutes?"

He scooped up her hair and then held it
deftly in place with one hand while he steadied her shoulders with
the other. Every movement felt expert, as though he had been
trained to handle her body and hers only, quite distinctly from
that of any other woman in the world. She closed her eyes
involuntarily and then waited, thrilling silently to each light
touch of his breath on her exposed neck while he examined her
ears.

His mouth, his lips felt so close.

And then there was the feather light touch of
his fingertips against her moist, clean skin. It was unbearably
delicious, better by far than the zing of Peaberry Blue Mountain
coffee on her empty stomach.

Slowly and methodically he began to cover
ground, passing lightly over the vertebrae at the back of her neck,
his finger trailing slowly down into each small indentation and
sending ripples of response down through the length of her spine
and all the way to her beautifully bare ass. He traced a finger tip
either side of her jaw line, passed over her forehead, carefully
tracked her hairline, and then softly found his way down to her
throat. At the base of her neck he found the perfect rounded dip
between her collarbones and then fanned outwards to the point at
which her bathrobe blocked him from further progress.

Katy's heart had begun to beat wildly and she
wasn't sure if what she was feeling was the beginning of an orgasm
or if she was becoming delirious. Certainly she had become steadily
more uncontrollably moist between her legs and she was wearing
nothing underneath the robe to hide the fact.

"Is this… is this going to go on for much
longer?" She said thickly.

"I'm afraid this is going to go on for as
long as it takes. The human body has many hiding places and as you
know, my company specializes in nano wearable and nano surveillance
technology. Relative to such a device the human body is almost
infinite, but still not impossible to examine effectively when you
know what you're looking for."

"I think I'm going to need a break before we
continue."

He stiffened in resistance to the
suggestion.

"You can take a break Ms. Maldon, but then
I'll need to start from the beginning again."

He was looking directly into her eyes, daring
her, challenging her to defy him.

"It's getting very warm in here." She
said.

"In that case, I suggest we proceed to the
next phase of your examination."

"And that would be?"

"I need to examine you fully. Your entire
body. I'll use a scanner first, I have one here." He took out a
small handheld device and showed it to her. "But then I'll need to
confirm via a full tactile examination. Despite all our advances in
technology, still there are some things for which the human touch
cannot be substituted; thorough surface examination of the human
body is one of them."

Katy didn't know whether she felt terrified
or elated.

"You can say no to this." He said. "And you
can say no to anything at any point during the examination."

She looked at Clayton again as though that
would somehow help her to clear her thoughts.

He was gorgeous. Impossibly so. She was sure
that beautiful women lay awake at night dreaming about this man and
his Mediterranean looks, his impeccable style and his incredible
confidence and calm. She thought of the cheerleaders and hotties
that Angel had spoken about. Nevertheless, to be laid out before
him like a slave or a concubine, explored and touched everywhere
imaginable at his slow, obsessive pace… was it a fantasy come true
or a nightmare?

"Let's get it over with." She said.

She hadn't been with a man in over four
years. She had even stopped satisfying her own needs some time ago
as her forced abstinence slowly, steadily sapped her libido away,
but in the last hours it had returned with such incredible force
that now she was seriously worried she might come all over this bed
while Clayton Hargrave watched, teasing her with barely a fingertip
to her skin.

Angel had been right. His friend and boss was
a peculiar man and he clearly wanted to know everything about her,
beginning with her body and then working his way inwards.

She didn't know if she would be able to take
it.

"We will be in complete darkness of course."
He said calmly and Katy felt a surge of relief. "I need to touch,
not see." He continued." These devices are made to be invisible so
visual inspection is not important at this point. Are you ready for
this?"

She nodded.

"Sure your sure? Angel is still on call."

"I'm ready."

"Okay then." He used the hand held scanner to
click off the lights and the room was plunged into thick darkness.
"Now undo your robe, remove it and then lie back down on the
bed."

This was it. Soon he would be upon her. She
was giving her body up to him in exchange for freedom from her
enemies and from the police, but wasn't there part of her that
wanted this too? Was she just as perverted in her desires as this
twisted, ivory tower billionaire?

She shuffled off the robe and then lay back
onto the covers. Darkness or not, she felt her nudity keenly from
the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes and everything in
between.

"I need you prone first." He said. "Turn over
and lie on your front."

For some reason the request shocked her. She
had been ready to lie on her back and wait for him. Lying on her
front seemed somehow as though it would leave her even more
helpless, more exposed.

But still she complied.

It was this or be confronted with Angel's
anger; be caressed into unwilling but explosive orgasm by a drop
dead gorgeous billionaire or take a ride out to the middle of
nowhere with an angry, violent thug.

You take your pick…

Katy rolled over and the feeling of
helplessness she had anticipated was more than she could have
imagined. She felt herself go wet and weak inside.

"Turn your head to one side." He said,
sounding more intense than ever in the darkness. "To it to the
left. Put your hands behind your back..Separate your legs
slightly."

She followed his instructions to the letter
and instantly felt more open, more exposed than ever. It was as
though he were gently fucking her already.

"Okay." She whispered again. "I'm ready for
you."

"Good. Now lay still. Don’t move, don’t say a
word. I need to concentrate."

Concentrate on not coming in my pants you
dirty little bitch. 'I'm ready for you', God damn it. You are going
to pay for that little girl.

Clayton loved the search. This was only the
fourth time a beautiful fantasy girl had submitted to him, but then
again, this was only the fourth woman he had asked to submit to his
request. It was a perfect record. So why the hell did he feel like
he
was the one being used this time and why the hell did
that make him so damn hard and out of control?

He heard the woman below him take a deep
breath and then wait.
Stick to the plan.
He told himself.
Stick to the plan.

Katy heard
him
pad around the room as
confidently as though the lights were still on. The bed dipped down
to her left as he leaned his weight onto it and she heard his
breath come closer in the darkness.

"Just stay still." He repeated. It only took
a moment for him to conduct the electronic scan and it was over
nearly as soon as it had started. She heard the device fall softly
to the bed.

The anticipation of his impending touch was
excruciating and then all of a sudden it was there; the feather
light contact of his fingertip to the gooseflesh skin on her back
caused her spine arch spine involuntarily, raising her ass sharply
upwards from the bed.

A short gasp escaped her lips.

His hand then made its leisurely way down
along her back, finding every tiny contour of her spine and the
soft flesh to either side. Katy felt herself begin to shake,
imperceptibly at first but then more with each new inch of her body
that he covered with his touch.

"Stop that." He told her. "I need you to be
absolutely still."

"How can I? It feels like you're… like
you're…"

"Like I'm getting to know you more than you
want me to?"

"God, that's putting it mildly."

"Just stay still. Do your best."

He had covered most of her back, her neck,
her shoulders and arms. Each time his fingers reached the base of
her spine they crept just a fraction to her ass. What would he do
when he finally got there? Was he going to skip it entirely? A
gentlemanly omission?

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

He continued tracing with one light fingertip
over every part of her behind, both sides, while she chewed on the
bedspread, stifling moans.

"Stop contracting." He said with apparent
calm. "I need to go a little deeper and I need you to relax."

She unclenched as well as she could and then
his fingertips carefully found the base of her pelvic floor, the
sensitive area between her pussy and ass. The touch set her on fire
- tongues of raw sexuality fired through her and staying still was
an absolute torture.

"Don't move your legs closer together. I need
them slightly apart."

"You're a fucking pervert." She hissed. "This
has nothing to do with technology."

"If I'm the pervert then why are you so wet
down here?"

She bit down on the blanket again and tried
to relax as his finger traced higher, softly parting her behind and
then running slowly between her quivering cheeks. She arched her
back again and moaned.

"Fuck you." She hissed.

His finger passed all the way through just
lightly passing the bud of her ass and causing her to tip into
orgasm as he did so. She choked her response as well as she could.
No one, but no one had ever come close to making her climax like
this before.

"Okay." He said with a choked voice. "You can
relax. I'm going to do your legs now."

Hours ago having him run his hands the length
of her naked legs while she lay face down on his bed would have
been unthinkably erotic, but by comparison to what he had just done
it felt like a welcome relief; tender caresses, safe and mild.

"I hope you're not ticklish." He said as he
came to her feet.

"Are you kidding me? After what you just did
to me you're concerned about my feet being ticklish?"

"I'm not concerned. I'm just being polite by
letting you know I'm ready for the soles of your pretty little feet
now."

The careless compliment by the man who had
just made her come on his bed face down in front of him sent
another streak of sensation through her. He wanted her, everything
about her seemed to please him and it was exhilarating.

She felt him straddle her legs and the
feeling of him unexpectedly astride her was yet another shock to
her impressions. He had controlled her up to now only with words
and options that weren't really options, but obviously he was
capable of physically restraining her as well. She felt the weight
of his rippling, muscular ass come down onto the back of her thighs
and the unbreakable grip of his fist around one ankle. He folded
her knee towards him, completely immobilizing her foot.

As his finger tip came into contact with the
delicate skin, instead of the tickles she anticipated, the feeling
was indescribably sensual. She began to pant heavily into the
bedspread while his fingers traced every contour of her foot and
then explored in detail, the spaces between each toe. Her back
struggled to arch again but with his weight on her legs it was
impossible. He took his time, then released her foot and did the
same with the other side.