Chastity Flame (12 page)

"I guess I don't associate chartered
accountancy with world travel. Always imagined it would be in a
dark office somewhere in the back of a huge office building, behind
the door—"

"Marked beware of the tiger." Chastity
laughed. "It's not like that, you know."

"Oh, I know, I know. Chartered
accountancy is really a thrill ride, a non-stop phantasmagoria of
exhilarating adventures." Damien grinned and she punched him
playfully on the arm. "I just never thought I'd meet an accountant
as exciting as you." He leaned over to kiss her. It was a gentle
kiss—they each had a wine glass in hand—but it warmed Chastity at
once.

Smiling, she heaped up her plate with
the aromatic rice and a selection of different dishes. Chastity
couldn't remember enjoying a meal this much in a very long time.
She gazed at Damien's profile while he filled his plate, too.
Everything about it drew her, from his firm jaw to those cheeks
with the skin so velvety and dark that she always felt the urge to
reach up and touch them. He wore his shirt open at the neck and a
bit of his hair peeped through and drew her eye. She set her
chopsticks down.

"Come here," Chastity said, pulling on
his sleeve. Damien leaned down and their lips met in a kiss that
lingered, his tongue probing her mouth with eager strokes. Her hand
encircled his neck and continued pulling him toward her until they
hit the floor. Damien reached for the buttons on her blouse, deftly
releasing them as he continued to twist his tongue around hers
until he could slip his hands onto her bra and begin to massage her
breasts while she groaned with pleasure.

Chastity worked her own arms around so
she could unbutton his shirt as well. It felt so good to let her
hands roam across the expanse of her chest, to flick his nipple and
feel him jerk. She grinned and he returned the smile before diving
down to release her bra, push it up and feast his mouth on her
breasts. Chastity relented and lay back, enjoying the sensations.
Damien's hands were so warm and insistent. The way his tongue
circled her nipples and the urgency of his mouth closing around,
moving around, moving back and forth between her breasts—they
conspired to make her delirious with passion. She writhed on the
floor, keen to feel him inside her once more.

"Let me up," she croaked at last and
Damien pulled her up to a sitting position again. "I think we need
to be wearing less in the way of clothing."

"Agreed!" He immediately shed his
shirt and unbuckled his belt while Chastity threw off her blouse
and bra. She undid her own trousers as his fell to the floor,
freeing his erection that made her practically lick her lips with
anticipation. Laughing, she pushed him back into his armchair and
climbed onto his lap.

"Time for dessert," she purred,
wrapping her arms around his neck and mashing her breasts to his
chest as she bit into his lips like they were peaches to be
devoured. Damien slipped his hands inside her knickers to massage
her bottom. Chastity stuck her tongue through his lips and wrestled
against his, fucking his mouth the way she knew he liked. She could
feel the heat of his prick between her legs, feel it prong up
against her belly. It made her so wet.

Damien was struggling to remove her
panties. It was impossible from this angle, but that didn't keep
him from trying. "Off," he murmured at last when she took a break
from his mouth. "Take them off!"

Chastity slipped off his lap and drew
her knickers down. As long as she was down there, she decided to
have a taste of her favorite lollipop, too. Damien moaned as she
kneeled and took him in her mouth, sliding his length deep in her
throat, then slowly teasing him back out again. She reached down to
cuddle his balls while her mouth transported him to bliss. Chastity
loved the salty taste of him, the rigid flesh, the velvety skin.
But she didn't want to go on too long and risk bringing him to the
edge too soon.

"Condom," she said, raising her head
at last from her careful ministrations.

"Drawer next to the bed," Damien said,
his voice rough with suppressed passion. She trotted over and
retrieved one, ripping the package open and tossing it over her
shoulder. Falling to her knees again, she rolled it slowly over his
waving cock, enjoying the sight as much with her eyes as she had
with her mouth.

Chastity looked up at Damien and saw
his eyes were dreamy with lust. He was being nice, letting her do
what she wanted and again she felt that odd pang of disconcerting
fondness for him. But she brushed it away because she only wanted
to think about being astride him in the big chair and riding him
like a horse.

She started to come as soon as she
lowered herself onto him. Caught, she paused and let the feeling
roll over her. Damien held her arms as she cried out, but she
wasn't willing to settle for that. "That was just the beginning,"
Chastity told him. She began to rock back and forth, rising up just
a little with each pass, and soon Damien was groaning with delight.
Chastity began lifting herself higher and jamming down with as much
force as she could manage.

Damien's hands moved from her back to
her backside, urging her to go faster and faster. Chastity felt
another series of orgasms beginning and redoubled her efforts as
the walls of her vagina began to pulsate wildly. Her tits joggled
together as she moved. She felt him stiffen inside her, crying out
incoherently and straining upward as she slammed down to meet him,
milking the last of the vibrations for all she could
get.

"That was wonderful. You are amazing,"
Damien said, moving his hands back to her breasts, thumbing the
excited nipples, which made her squirm in his lap. He laughed at
her wiggling and added his mouth to her nipple, biting gently with
his teeth while she sucked air in and arched her back with
pleasure. Chastity buried her hands in his hair, running her
fingers through its short length, playing with the curls as she
enjoyed the touch of his tongue and teeth on her sensitive skin.
She realised that she didn't want it to end, which made her feel
oddly comfortable. It was easier now to bury that warning voice
that said beware.

"I think I might need to get up,"
Damien said at last. Chastity slowly got to her feet, feeling a
little shaky. She leaned in to kiss Damien before letting him up.
Once up, he curled his arms around her for another kiss. "We have a
play to get to, don't we?"

Chastity chuckled. "Yes, I think that
will require getting dressed."

"Shower first," Damien corrected.
"Sound like a plan?" He smacked her bottom as she turned to walk
away and she yelped in surprise, immediately trying to retaliate as
he scooted past her. They were both giggling like lunatics by the
time they got in the shower. Damien pressed Chastity up against the
marble wall and she shivered against the cool, smooth
surface.

He took her face in his hands and
kissed her, biting her lip as he drew away and then opening her
mouth with his tongue. Then he leaned back and turned on the water.
The steam quickly rose and Damien pulled Chastity in front of him
to enjoy the full force of the water. He grabbed the soap and
worked up a lather, then began to massage it into her skin,
starting with her neck and working his way down, carefully touching
every part of her skin.

Eyes closed, Chastity felt more
pampered than she had at any spa. The whole of her attention
focused on Damien's fingers as they roamed her body, sliding down
the crack of her ass, slipping between the lips of her cunt as she
rocked back against him, and found him hard again. She gasped as
his fingers continued to stroke back and forth, back and forth,
until again she experienced the shudders of an orgasm welling up
from inside, making her cry out as she slumped against him. "You
are good," she muttered.

Grateful, she turned and kissed him,
grabbing hold of his waving prick and taking the soap from his
hand. Chastity was eager to do a little work herself and Damien
gave her a lopsided grin and reached one hand out to steady
himself. Chastity latched onto his nipple with her lips and teeth
and began to stroke his pulsing flesh with both her hands, slowing
down and speeding up as his body cued her, reaching down to squeeze
his balls now and then. As he stiffened, she worked her hands even
faster and was rewarded with a sudden spurt of pleasure. She rubbed
the spunk all over the tip, enjoying the sight of the creamy
goodness even as the jets of water washed it away.

Damien took her head in his hands
again and kissed her gently on the lips, the cheeks, the eyelids.
"Oh, Helen, you are a treasure."

Chastity sensed terror spring to life
under her skin, but she quelled it with the thought, it's all
right. It's just for now. It doesn't mean anything. "Damien, you're
the best thing I've ever seen in the National Gallery."

They both laughed and the hot water
splashed against their skin as they kissed again and
again.

Chapter Nine

"He was a lot better than I thought he
would be," Damien said over his beer as they stood in Chandos.
There was too much of a crowd to grab a table, so they stood close
together as the throng jostled around them.

"She was wonderful, of course,"
Chastity added, trying not to stare too much at Damien's handsome
face. She had very nearly melted when he caressed her leg during
the last act, never enough to be obvious, but his touch had already
become electric to her. Chastity had been ready to repeat the
afternoon's performance right there in the theatre, but she held
back. No need to get arrested in the West End and embarrass
Monitor, although the thought made her smile.

"Oh, of course she was," Damien
agreed. "But I guess I really hadn't expected all that much from
him and yet—there was that moment in the bedroom scene where I was
completely riveted."

"Yes," Chastity agreed. "People can
surprise you." She smiled up at Damien who returned her gaze with a
matching smile. A strange prickle rose up her spine. What was this
feeling? She didn't want to think silly notions were filling her
head, but it was almost as if she could hear bells.

There was vibrating too, which is what
made her realize that her phone was going off. Chastity rifled
through her bag until she found it and brought it up to her ear.
Only a few days and already she wanted to throw it against a wall.
"Yes?"

It was the ever efficient
receptionist, Valerie. "You're going to Aalborg. Flight from
Stansted in the morning. Be packed and ready for your cab at five.
Monitor has further instructions, which will arrive with the
driver. Alright?"

"Yes," Chastity said, suddenly feeling
completely deflated. When she hit the end call button, she looked
up to see Damien looking at her with a distinct sense of
disappointment.

"Work?"

Chastity sighed. "Yes. I have to leave
at five am for a flight at Stansted. Off to the continent
again."

"So, what does that mean for tonight?"
Damien asked, running his hand down her arm. "Do you have to go
home and pack?"

Chastity looked up at his face, those
broad chocolate eyes, the black brows now beetled with concern.
"You wouldn't let me oversleep, would you?"

Damien grinned. "We'll set all the
alarms. I promise." He leaned over and they kissed and Chastity
wondered yet again what was going on between them.

When she got home in the dark morning
hours, she was still wondering, although her body was pleasantly
fatigued enough to make it a muffled bell in the back of her brain
as she hastily packed for Denmark. Layers, layers, she reminded
herself, barely closing the bag when she heard the taxi toot
outside. She made herself stop, close her eyes and run a check of
her necessities. No need to neglect details just because Damien was
filling so much of her head.

The driver handed her the big envelope
without a word and sped down the street. Chastity tipped the
contents out into her lap and sifted through it. There were photos
of the hacker, likely receipts that may have been charged by him
through a series of false IDs, and a note from Monitor hoping that
she might be able to work on her previous connection with him.
Well, that remained to be seen—he might only see her as the enemy.
She would have to try to reassure him. Apparently he had moved to
Copenhagen. That ought to make it easier, she sighed. Much bigger
town—if he hadn't already skipped to Sweden by now.

Chastity found herself asleep almost
immediately in the comfortable first class lounger. Before she knew
it, the flight attendant was shaking her awake. She yawned and
realized that thoughts of Damien arose without bidding and she
frowned. It was one thing to be thinking about him while she was in
town. On the road, London should be left behind and that included
everything in it. Chastity had always lived independently and she
didn't expect that to change.

As her taxi negotiated its way toward
the hotel, she considered the difficulty of locating the hacker.
Monitor's assumption was that he would find her. Of course, this
meant taking up the guise of journalist again. She had an
appointment to meet with Sandi and Anders Rimmer, who were supposed
to be the most forward-looking internet pioneers in Denmark. There
was a sheaf of notes in the envelope with background information on
their plethora of ventures, which she would have to take a look
through and get up to speed.