IntheArmsofaLover (11 page)

Did she? She’d loved the feeling of helplessness and being
at his mercy with Tommy but this wasn’t Tommy. It was a man she’d only known
for a few days. But a man she’d let spank her and fuck her and a man she wanted
to spank her again and fuck her endlessly. Did she trust him this much? But how
much was it? She would have control. “Only my hands, you won’t do anything to
my ankles.”

“Not until you tell me you ask for that.”

“No, give me your word that today my legs will always be
free and unrestrained.” Who knew what she might say in the throes of passion?

“Agreed. Do you consent to the scarf?”

Just his asking sent a thrill right deep into her pussy and
she’d swear her nipples itched. “I consent.” She held out her left wrist. “To
be restrained in this way by my arms.” Dear heaven! She need this and wanted
it. “But no more. Not yet.”

“Your agreement gives me such joy, Poppy. You cannot imagine
how your trust thrills me. I will not abuse it.”

“But you might abuse my body, just a little. Eh?”

“If you wish. You will enjoy a little usage I think,” he
replied, as he wrapped one end of the scarf around her wrist and tied it
securely, pulling on it to test his knots.

Poppy shivered with anticipation. “I’ve enjoyed everything
you’ve done to me so far.”

He smiled, taking her chin between his thumb and finger. “Even
the spanking?”

“Especially the spanking.”

“Poppy, I am so happy I found you. Now, lie down on your
back and let me make you secure. Remember, you will be able to release yourself
at any moment.”

He leaned over her, threaded the scarf though the slats and
then handed her the free end. “Here you are.” She wrapped it around her hand
and pulled. He was right. She was secure, restrained, tied to the bed, but in
complete control. “How does that feel?”

“Good.”

“Excellent. Now, don’t you dare move, I’ll be back soon.”
And with that, he walked out of the door.

Damn him! What was he playing at? Silly question, she could
answer that easily. He was being Dominant. And it was working, lying there,
alone and restrained, well sort of restrained. Poppy closed her eyes and let
the sensations of helplessness and submission waft over her in delicious waves.
This was so much what she wanted, and bless him for working out a way to restrain
her but leave her in control. A total oxymoron if you thought about it, but it was
perfect. She was restrained, waiting for him to return, submissive to his
desires and whims. Longing for his touch and his attention. Would he make her
wait for climax, keeping her hanging and begging for release? They’d agreed no
spanking for a few days but there were a thousand and one other ways a dominant
could show his power to a submissive.

Poppy tugged on the scarf, testing the strength and the
limits of her control, Satisfied, she shortened the length, leaving her arms
stretched over her head as she spread her legs and put her feet flat on the
bed. She was open to him, available and needy. And still he didn’t return.

Was he going to leave her like this for hours? Surely not?
He might. He could if the whim took him. That thought in mind, she relaxed and
lay there, quiescent, despite her building desire, and closed her eyes.

His kiss on her shoulder made her jerk. “Stéphane, you
surprised me.”

“Good, I plan on surprising you all day. Would you like to
be blindfolded?” Would she? “Or I could gag you? I have both in my tool bag.”

“No gag.” She’d really hated it the couple of times Tommy
had used one.

“But you don’t refuse a blindfold?”

Not the best question when her arms were pinioned over her
head. “One thing at a time, okay?”

He ran his hand up the inside of her arm. “I understand.
Perhaps next time?”

“Perhaps.”

“I see I have work to do this afternoon,” he replied, as his
hand stroked down her side and across her belly. She shivered as his fingertips
brushed the top of her pussy, but they didn’t stay. Instead he moved his hand,
fingers splayed onto her belly and whispered, “‘Keep your feet and legs like
that. I like to see you exposed.”

“I’d like to see you naked.”

“I knew you would, which is why I’m going to ask you to
close your eyes. No blindfold, you can open them whenever you wish, just as you
can release your arms. But you will enjoy heightened sensations if you block
out the room and the light and focus only on your body and your reactions to my
attentions.”

As she closed them, knowing he was right about increased
awareness of her body, he planted a kiss on her navel. It sent a ripple up and down
her body. He was good!

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I must inspect you.”

He had her lower lips parted and she felt breath on her damp
pussy. “You are, a little bit. Seems I need to work you harder to get you as wet
as I want.” His weight on the mattress moved and now his breath was in her ear.
“I want you sopping wet for me, aching for me, begging me to fuck you and since
I have you helpless and bound, I can do whatever I want to you.” His hand
cupped her breast. “You are my prisoner, my captive, and I love to see you like
this.” He pinched her nipple. Not hard but enough to make her jump. “You see? I
can do what I want to you and all you can do is lie there and enjoy it. Or not enjoy
it, as the case might be. There’s nothing you can do about it, except submit.”

He moved again. Where was he? She fought the urge to look.

She gasped as his mouth closed over her breast. He was
suckling her, playing her nipple with his lips and tongue as he tugged and
teased and his hand came between her legs. She wanted to be touched, stroked,
entered, but instead he cupped her pussy and whispered, “You are such a sexy
little lover, Poppy, and you’ll let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“No!” She wasn’t that far gone with need.

“Oh, my sweet, I think you will, because we both know you want
my cock.” As he spoke his hands moved, both together, stroking up and down her
legs and over her thighs. “If you didn’t want my cock so much, you wouldn’t
have made yourself so open and available, now would you? Your lovely cunt needs
me, needs a through fucking, and you’ll get one. “He took his hands away. And
she sighed with disappointment. “When I decide you are ready and have earned
it.”

Damn him!
But he was right, teasing and anticipation
did heighten the pleasure. What next?

Something smooth and warm fluttering down between her
breasts and across her bell. A scarf? Fur? No, it didn’t feel like fur. “What
is it?” she asked.

“Won’t tell you,” he replied, “and because you asked, it’s
going away.”

Damn him, it did. But instead his hands opened her legs
wider, easing her knees down to the mattress, so her legs were splayed and she was
completely exposed. “You’re getting wetter now,” he said as his finger eased
between her pussy lips. “Much better, my girl, but I need more, so hang on
there.”

He went but not for long. Very soon she felt the mattress
give under his weight, his knees brushed either side of her chest, and his hand
stroked her face as his cock brushed her lips. “Suck me, Poppy, pleasure me.”

Reaching him wasn’t that easy with her arms restrained but
he took hold of the back of her head and lifted her, supporting as he moved her
up to his cock. He came in deep, very deep, but she took him, caressing him
with her tongue and sucking with her lips.

Her pussy flowed, her heart raced and her clit itched with
need. This was utterly wonderful…but he was gone, pulled out, her head laid
back gently onto the pillow.

“No! I was enjoying that.” And she was pretty sure, so was
he. What man didn’t?

“I know, Poppy, my dear, but I need to see if it had any
effect on you.”

That shouldn’t be hard to discover, she could smell it had.
But he obviously wanted to play it to the limit, opening her pussy lips slowly
and stroking her moisture before pressing in deep with several fingers. The
latter she hadn’t been ready for and let out a cry.

“Hush,” he said, his voice sounding like an impatient
schoolteacher. “Nearly ready, you need just a little more.”

What she needed was a nice big fuck but decided to play
along with him. “What more do I need?” After a pause and a deep breath, she added,
“Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” His hand ran down her side,
just brushing her breast. When she turned to have him stroke her breast, he
took his hand away. “Lie still,” he whispered. “Don’t you dare move.”

That, no doubt, meant he was planning something to make her
jump—or at least wiggle. Where was he? Off somewhere leaving her hanging? No.
He was between her legs and kissing up the inside of her thigh. He hadn’t
specified silence, so she let out a long and heartfelt sigh. “That’s
wonderful!”

He actually chuckled as he reached her groin and gave her a
lovely long kiss that was half suck, half slow lick and, by skipping her heated
pussy, repeated on the other side before covering her opposite thigh with a
another trail of soft kisses.

She needed more but sensed he wanted her acquiescence.
Besides, it was so darn hot to be on the receiving end of his ministrations. He
could do this all day. Except it would drive her batty.

He moved again. She was tempted to open her eyes and see
what the hell was going on but just then he touched her pussy. He was opening
her, stroking her and he was in her, hard. God knows how many fingers, two?
Three? However many, they were fucking her as his thumb pressed gently on her
clit and she cried out his name.

“Like that?”

“Yes, but I’d like your cock more.”

“You are so demanding. One day I will take it upon myself to
teach you patience and restraint but not now.” His thumb still stroked her clit,
bringing her closer and closer to the edge. “Can you be patient a little
longer?”

“I have to, don’t I?”

“But of course you do, as we both know you will.” Gently, he
eased the pressure of his thumb and withdrew his fingers. “I want to fuck you,
but on your knees. Can you roll over for me and do that?”

Not easy with her arms over her head. “Give me a hand, I
don’t want to let go of this.”

“Wonderful, my dear, and I will be delighted. “ He gave her a
little push as she rolled onto her belly. His hands on her waist, helped her to
kneeling. He even tucked a pillow under her chest to support her.

What next? Was he going to fuck her arse? Was she ready for
that yet? He was behind her, his thighs brushing hers as he grasped her hips
and pulled her toward him as his cock nudged the entrance to her pussy. That was
what she wanted. What she needed. She pressed back, seeking more of him, all of
him.

‘‘Impatient, aren’t you?”

She actually thought she’d been incredibly patient but kept
that to herself. “I need this.” Damn it sounded almost like a whine.

“I know you do.” As he spoke, his hips shifted and he came
in, slowly but deeply until he was pressed in all the way. “Like that, Poppy?”

“Wonderful, fantastic!” She rocked her hips, wanting more,
needing him to fuck her well and steadily and he obliged. Holding her hips firmly,
he pumped back and forth as she sighed and moaned and his gasps and grunts
echoed in the room. It was beyond belief. Her entire body seemed infused with
sexual need, desire and raging arousal. Her clit throbbed, her cunt flowed and
she let out a series of cries as her arousal built. Sensing her need, he cupped
her pussy as his finger found her clit. That was all it took. She came with a
great, wild leap of sensation and cried out his name as her body spasmed with
joy and satisfaction.

But he wasn’t finished. Holding her steady—she suspected
she’d collapse under him otherwise—he drove himself to climax, taking her with
him to a second, sweet and fluttering one on the heels of the first.

They were both panting as he slowly withdrew and they ended
up arms and legs entwined in a lovely sweaty heap as he kissed her and she
turned to kiss him back. It was only then she realized her arms were still over
her head and now were twisted with scarf.

“Help me,” she said. “It’s all caught up.”

“
Mon Dieu
, it is indeed.” He leaned over, untangled
the free end from her grasp and carefully unthreaded it from the headboard before,
with a bit of difficulty, untying his knot. “You held this too damn tightly,”
he said. “Rather enjoyed it, did you?”
Did he really have to ask? “It was a good way to do it. “ She was well on her
way to trusting him but better not commit yet, particularly when her brain was
drowning in hormones, pheromones and whoever knew what else.

They lay together for some time and having his arms around
her was sheer bliss. But she had promised him lunch and there was still the thought
of everyone arriving later.

“Fancy a bit of lunch?” she asked.

“Yes, we both burned up a lot of calories just now.”

They showered together, the new shower had plenty of space
for two. Had that been part of the plans? And Stéphane opened a bottle of wine
while she put the water to boil for the ravioli and retrieved the salad from
the fridge. Looking at it, it seemed a puny meal after all that activity but
she had cheese for afterward and sooner or later Adele
et alia
would be
arriving and she’d promised to bring a dessert.

He loved the ravioli—at least there weren’t any left—and
between them they took care of the salad, most of the wine and were happily
making inroads into the
Bleu d’Auvergne
when Poppy heard a car coming up
the drive.

They could have given them a little more time together but
never mind.

“Who’s that?’ he asked.

“Helen and Adele and the others, bringing dessert, I think. “

“That’s not Luc’s car.”

He was right, it was as shiny and flashy as Luc’s but his was
dark green and this was a sleek, metallic silver. Poppy went to the door and
watched, curious and a little irked at the intrusion on their privacy, as the
car pulled to a stop and four people got out.

It was the man getting out of the backseat who caught her
attention first. “Didier?”

He appeared as stunned as she. “Poppy? What are you doing
here?”

“I live here.” Well, almost.

“What? Why are you here? The place is abandoned.”

“No, it’s not. Didier, what on earth…”

She didn’t get to finish, the other man, whom she vaguely
remembered meeting with Didier said, “You! What are you going here?”

This was getting a bit repetitive.

Stéphane saved her the trouble of replying. “Jean Prioux!
What are you doing here?”

Jean
Priou
x? So this was the black-sheep
brother as well as Didier’s friend from that day in the café. Poppy stared at
the four standing in the drive. Jean looked as if he’d just swallowed a giant
lizard. Irked wasn’t even the beginning. Didier scowled, and muttered something
in her direction. And the two women just looked lost. Although one, with an incredibly
short skirt and knees that really needed covering up—catty but true—stepped
forward to take Didier’s arm.

“Is this where you promised to take me
chouchou
?’

He came toward Poppy, blonde still clinging. “Why are you
here? I demand an explanation.”

He could demand one for all he was worth but wasn’t getting
one any time soon. She didn’t own him one. Besides, she was more curious about
Jean Prioux.

So, it seemed, was Stéphane. “This is a surprise,” he said,
giving Jean a look that could not be described as either friendly or welcoming.

“Why?” Jean asked. “Why should I not come and see my farm?”

“Your mother’s farm?” Stéphane countered.

“And what is she doing here?” Jean asked with a jerk of his
head in Poppy’s direction. Using our property for your trysts, are you? How
very professional. I doubt Maman has acquiesced to that.”

Now he was pissing her off. “I’m here because I’m the farm
manager. And I live here. Maître Poulain comes up to ascertain that the farm is
back into use, according to your request. As you can see, the house is
habitable, and we’ve cleared two fields, the rest will be done soon. We’re well
ahead your deadline to putting the land into production. If you’d like to view
the premises, I’ll be happy to oblige. There’s still work to be done renovating
the barns and outbuilding as we plan on producing soap and perfume and other
products. Would you like a tour?”

Poppy couldn’t believe that such a torrent of French had
come almost unbidden. Just showed what you could do when stirred up.

“You cannot be the manager,” Jean said “It is a front. A
deception.”

“Yes, it is,” Didier said—blonde still attached to his arm. “She
is lying. I know this woman, she works in a shop in the flower market.”

He looked so smug it would be fun to deflate him. “I used to
work in a shop there, yes, but when I was offered the job here, I gave notice.”
Okay, she’d stretched the truth a smidgen, she still had a week to work, but
never mind.

“So.” Jean put on a particularly nasty sneer. “Seems you
have installed some floozy in the position. This you can justify to my lawyer.”