Hunting Lust (Orion the Hunter Part Three) (6 page)

He looked reluctant but he obliged and I quickly pulled down my skirt and fastened my top.  I took my purse from him and then held out my hand for my panties. 

“Oh crap! I’m meant to be cooking dinner tonight,” I exclaimed.

“There’s plenty of time for that yet.”
 

“I know but I need to go shopping for ingredients and I can’t when I’m wearing no
panties,” I explained.

“Ah, I see.  Why don’t you invite Angel over here and we’ll order something in?”

That’s a bit too cosy for my liking!

“Thanks but I know that Angel is looking forward to a girlie catch up.  With you being the topic of conversation probably,” I muttered dryly.

“I should probably be there to ensure that you don’t miss out any of the sordid details,” he chuckled and then stepped back, holding up his hands when I glared. “I was joking!  Write down the list of things that you need and I’ll go fetch them.  You can have a shower while I’m gone if you wish.  Just make yourself at home.”

I was gobsmacked!  He was offering to run an errand for me!  Where was my dark, brooding phantom who had no social skills?  I decided to take advantage of his good nature and scribbled down the list of ingredients that I needed.

“Oh and don’t forget to bring a bottle of white wine.  Nothing fancy – Angel will drink anything!” I told him as he disappeared back into the elevator.

Remembering the difficulties I’d had with no conditioner or hairbrush, I decided to take a quick bath instead.  I piled my hair up on top of my head and sank into the hot, fragrant water.  As I washed, something was niggling at the back of my mind but I couldn’t quite grasp it.  I still hadn’t been able to fathom what it was when I climbed out of the bath and wrapped myself in a luxurious towel.

I padded back into Lucas’ bedroom and towelled myself dry.  I looked at my clothes and the fact didn’t escape me that both times I had been here, I’d had my panties ripped off and had to leave wearing nothing to cover my modesty. 
Damn that man!
  I dressed and let my hair back down, running my fingers through it to attempt to establish some kind of order.

Lucas still wasn’t back and I wondered whether I should do a little snooping of my own.  Not looking in drawers and cupboards – not invading his privacy … no, just familiarising myself with his apartment … making myself at home.

I wondered down the hallway to the first doorway.  I cautiously opened the door to find a large, immaculate spare bedroom, complete with a beautiful brass-framed bed.  It didn’t look as though anyone had used it.  The room smelled of newness and the white cotton bedding looked pristine.  I closed the door and moved on to the next door.  I opened it, expecting to find another spare bedroom but the sizeable room was totally empty.  The walls were white and the signature oak flooring was laid but there was nothing at all inside.  I opened the next two doors and found that they too were empty.  I shook my head, realizing that the empty space that I’d seen so far was the same size as my whole apartment. 
Why would he want a whole floor to himself when he only used a handful of rooms?
  The thought occurred to me that it was probably to protect his privacy but it also might be just because he could.

I moved on to the next door. That one was locked.  I couldn’t help but wonder what was inside – why lock a door when you live alone, especially since the apartment could only be accessed by a private, key operated elevator?  What was in there?  I heard a noise and knew that Lucas was back.  I quickly shot back up the hallway and into the kitchen.

Moments later I heard him shouting my name and he sounded anxious.  I dashed out of the kitchen and met him coming out of the living room.  As soon as he saw me, he exhaled.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, confused.

“I thought you’d gone,” he said quietly.

“Why would I go?  Especially since you are being my personal servant!”

He didn’t look impressed with my attempt at humor.  “Come,” he said and strode back down the hallway.

“I have … twice,” I quipped as I trailed along behind him.

“For your insolence, I’ll make sure it won’t be three times today now.”

“You’re just jealous because I am 2-1 up!”

He stopped and turned abruptly.  “I should make you get on your knees and even up the score, right now.”  The look on his face showed how serious he was.

“You say it like it would be a punishment.”

“Wouldn’t it be?” He demanded as he stepped closer and leaned right in so that our faces were almost touching.

I looked into his mesmerizing eyes and whispered “No Sir.”

His eyes widened briefly and he pulled back, obviously surprised by my response.  Then he narrowed his eyes and looked suspicious.  “Why did you say Sir?”

I shrugged.  “I’ve no idea – it just seemed appropriate.” 

He closed his eyes for a moment and seemed mulling something over.  When his eyes opened again, they were a glossy black. 
I know what that means!

“Get on your knees,” he said sternly and automatically I sank to my knees.  He raised an eyebrow, seeming surprised that I had obeyed. 
Not as surprised as I am! But it’s just so damned hot when he makes his demands in that deep, sexy voice.
His hand went to his belt but he hesitated.  Instinctively, I reached up and unfastened it.  He didn’t move.  Emboldened, I soon had his slacks round his ankles and his hard cock in my hand.  His skin was so soft and silky.

I leaned closer and swirled my tongue around the head.  I heard Lucas gasp and his hands reached out and fisted in my hair.  I loved that I had an alpha male completely at my mercy.  Right now, I was the one who had all the power.  As I licked his cock, right down to the base, I wondered how often submissives have the Dominant eating out of the palm of their hand.  Fellatio was definitely the act for that!

As I took his cock fully in my mouth and into the back of my throat, I heard him gasp and moan.  I withdrew but used my teeth to graze his length as I did so.  I heard him curse and it made me smile.  How to reduce a bad ass millionaire into a quivering wreck in seconds!  I suddenly felt so turned on.  I don’t think it was just because I was sucking his majestic cock.  No, the thought of having power over him was making me wet. I decided to do some research into Dominant/submissive relationships when I had some time alone.  The more I heard about it, the more I liked the sound of it.  I hadn’t realised that I had stopped moving as I thought.

Lucas grasped each side of my head and began to fuck my mouth. 
Oops, that’ll teach me to get distracted!
  I lapped his length with my tongue as he began to get into his stride.  I quickly wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, to prevent him from going too deep, and began to pump him with my fist.  With my other hand, I cupped his balls and tickled the soft skin immediately behind them.

“Fuuuuck, that’s so good!” he shouted and I felt the tension in his legs and his grasp on my head became slightly uncomfortable.  “Oh Issy, oh fuck!”  He pumped warm semen down the back of my throat; I struggled to swallow it all but I did.  His hands relaxed on my head as I licked him clean.  I kissed the tip, making him gasp, and then sat back on my heels feeling pretty pleased with myself.

I looked up and he was gazing down at me, an expression of utter bliss on his face. 
I’ve done that!  I’ve taken you to paradise.
  I smiled and he shook his head slightly.  “That’s just one of the reasons why I don’t want this month to be over.”  His voice was so sincere but I really didn’t want to be reminded of the whole business of the trial, or whatever it was.  I was just happy to have a great time … and lots of great sex!

He righted his clothing and helped me up, off my knees. He held my hand and led me the rest of the way to his bedroom.  I saw grocery bags on the chaise longue but my attention was drawn to all the beautiful lingerie that was laid out on his bed.  I looked from the lingerie to Lucas and back to the lingerie.  He laughed softly.  “Well, I seem to be unable to stop myself from destroying your panties so I thought it fair to replace them.”

I sat on the bed and picked up one of the matching Agent Provocateur sets. A lovely deep blue silk bra and thong set.  I held up the skimpy thong and raised an eyebrow at Lucas.  He grinned. “I saw that set and thought it was made for you.” 

“Did you now?” I said as I picked up a beautiful black lace set.  “They are beautiful Lucas but I can’t accept them.  You’ve only torn a couple of pairs of panties and, I have to say, I find it incredibly hot when you rip them off me so I’m not complaining.  This is too much!”

Now it was his turn to raise eyebrows, “Incredibly hot, eh?  It’s a good thing that I got spares then.”

He walked over to the chaise and picked up a pile of panties from behind the grocery bags.  “Three spare panties for each bra – that should keep you going … at least for a while.”

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish.  Not only had he been thoughtful enough to replace what he’d ruined, but he’d had the foresight to bring replacements for future casualties!  I was stunned but impressed.

He allowed me to put on one pair of panties to go home in but decreed that the rest of the lingerie was to stay there.  I was collecting the sets up in my arms to put in his dressing room when I noticed the time on the clock.  It was after 4 o’clock!  Dinner!

Lucas insisted on driving me home and helping me in with the groceries.  James, the doorman, greeted me like a long lost friend as he pushed the elevator button for us.  There was no sign of Angel in the apartment.  I asked Lucas if he wanted to stay for a drink but he said he had to go because he was expecting a delivery.  I wondered whether there would be consequences for him, spending so much time with me when he usually put in 16 hour days at the office.  He assured me that he paid very capable people a lot of money to run things smoothly in his absence.  We agreed to meet for lunch, in his apartment, the next day and then he was gone.

I set about getting the dinner going and gasped when I looked in one of the grocery bags.  Inside was the long, black box from the restaurant.  I opened it to find a bottle of the same wine that we’d had with our lunch – the wine that I had said I loved so much.  He could be so thoughtful when he put his mind to it.  I fished my cell out of my purse and sent him and thank you text.

He replied immediately. 
‘It is nothing compared to what you have given me today … and yesterday!  Thank you x

That reminded me that I’d left my bouquet at the office. 
Damn!
Well, at least my office would be fragrant when I walked through the door in the morning.  I busied myself with cooking Angel’s favorite: chicken in a tarragon and cream sauce served with watercress salad, whilst singing along to my iPod.

Just before it was ready, Angel came crashing through the door.  “Hey, you dirty stop out!” she called.

“That’s no way to greet your best friend who is getting over a head injury but is still cooking your favorite meal!” I replied in mock indignation.

She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.  “Your head is okay, isn’t it?”

I smiled and nodded.  “Of course it is.  Where there’s no sense, there’s no feeling or so they say!”

Angel laughed and then turned her attention to the chicken simmering in the sauce.  “Oooh, you really are cooking my favorite!”

“I know.  I’m such a great friend – what can I say?”

She stuck her tongue out at me and announced that she was going to freshen up and then set the table.  I told her not the bother, that I’d rather just chill on the sofa. She shrugged and asked me to open a bottle of wine. 

I shook my head good naturedly.  It seems I was being bossed around by everybody today.  Just then, Muse’s Supermassive Black Hole began playing on my iPod.  Out of nowhere, my sex clenched and delicious warmth spread through my lower belly. 
Oooh!
  Memories of bending over, holding onto the footboard of Lucas’ bed whilst he slammed into me overloaded my senses.  I could almost feel Lucas inside me.  I pressed my thighs together and squirmed.  I had to fight the urge to touch myself. 
What the hell is going on?  How can a song and a memory have such an effect on my body?