Pearced (18 page)

Bingo! Crime drama enthusiast,
needs tea
.

Daniel is staring at me, and the business men are staring at him.  A tall elegant man, scruffily smart with floppy long hair, dangerously shaved at the sides, and tattoos visible on both hands and up his neck.  His black 1968 Rolex watch betrays a wealth and taste and his skull ring is custom made in sterling silver. A complex and unusual combination.  The group stare until their floor ‘ping’s’ and the tab lights up 14th floor business suites, with a '
twenty4
' hour gym, poor buggers. 

One final glance and we're alone finally, I lean forward and kiss him, and he kisses me back hard, like he's been waiting to kiss me for too long.  And I enjoy it, thankful too for the interior design of the elevator as I lean my back on the wall,
it’s warm and comfortable.  Daniel pushes me into the soft leather interior he kisses me so hard, then he traces kisses across my face to my ears, down my neck to my throat.

The lift slows with a slight jolt and stops, 'ping', two tiny little  Japanese ladies wearing pastels get in the lift, one peach the
other mint, not sure why that's important.  All accessories matching and daintily Stepford Wives wearing little white lace gloves.  They give us a wide berth giggling to themselves behind their daintily gloved hands but not taking their eyes off Daniel, embarrassment?  Little matching box-bags with brooch closures sit across their forearms, and their patent sensible court shoes with bows on the front end the skinny legs with wrinkly hosiery.

Daniel continues his sweetly soft kisses on my neck,  and turns me so my back is to his front, I can feel him hard against me, pushing into me to remind me I’m all his, and he can do this to me any-time and anywhere we wants.   He whispers into my neck, “
This is what you do to me
Tharie
.” He hisses to my earlobe and kisses me on my neck, “I’m hard for you again,” he trails hot kisses on my neck.   He turns me round to face him, grateful for my long parka, “I bet you’re wet for me aren’t you?” He slides his hand into my jeans, bending his knees to force it down, slips his fingers into my knickers “I’m right, you are.” I moan under my breath.  He continues his torment of me, knowing I’m helpless and can do nothing.   “I can make you cum Tharie, right here.” He softly tells me, and happily the doors open on the next floor and the ladies get out, still giggling, hiding their mouths behind their gloved hands. Could they hear?  Whether in amusement or not it's hard to say, but I’ve lost caring, my senses are on high alert.

I can feel Daniel pressing his hard cock into me and my jeans are down by my arse and my knickers soon follow.  We're in a lift, someone could come in!  One hand is up into my bra teasing my breasts, the other circling my clitoris with his fingers slowly at first and getting faster.  I'm wearing a black cotton Vivienne Westwood fitted shirt and resin coated black super skinny jeans with zip pockets, a wide studded belt, and 24 hole, very old and scuffed Doc Martens. Daniel has opened the front of my shirt, if anyone came in now they would see his hand inside my oversized khaki parka, cupping my naked breast under an Elle McPherson black lace bra.  His fingers pinching my nipples and his lips join in the agony....67...69...70...his fingers begin to penetrate me and
its slow sweet agony. Ping! 72th floor!  God no, I don’t want to stop. I yank up my jeans, luckily there’s no one on our floor.

Daniel silently takes my hand smiling broadly and leads me to room 7254, slides his key-card into the slot and with a snap sound and we get a green light where there had once been red. 
He has his hand back in my bra whilst he works the door.   Nothing gets between Daniel and sex, not even a tricky door lock, and it opens with a 'whoosh!'  Into a great white fresh smelling room, a wall of gently scented air hisses out at us as the door opens with a view of the city as the floor to ceiling windows wrap around a curved corner.  A knock at the door and our bags are here, I stand there shameless with my shirt undone and my bra around my waist as Daniel tips the bell boy. He doesn’t even glance my way, expect they see some really weird stuff don't they?

“Tea?” Daniel pours some bottled water into the kettle, and flicks the switch.

Come and flick
my
switch.

“Naturally,” I reply, though I make my real desire clear by unbuttoning the front of my jeans.  “I’m agitated by the long haul of that flight Daniel,” I grab the zip pull of my jeans.  “I need to find some peace,” I kick off my shoes, “perhaps a little lie-down?” And unzip my fly, I pull my tight jeans off my legs with as much sensuality as I can, it probably isn’t sexy at all.  Is that a small piece of hay on the floor? Bloody hell.

I shrug off the shirt and let it fall, readjust my bra (it’s a set after all, and I didn’t want to spoil the illusion Agent Provocateur had in mind for this scene), and stand there in my black lace underwear.

'Click!' Kettle's boiled. 

I look at Daniel, noticing his kettle has boiled too.

Daniel adds the steaming water to our cups with care and deliberately slowly, we have bought our own tea bags.  Well you just can’t be too sure, remember the LA fiasco? Well, of course you don't of course, you weren't there. Handles facing south as always.  I catch my reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door, glad I don’t have one at home and have to appraise myself regularly, there’s just too many crucial things to do than to enhance my appearance, horses don’t care what I look like.  I make myself look, I wonder what Daniel sees?  My hair is halfway between shoulder and bra strap now, blunt cut with a fringe grown beyond my eyebrows unbrushed as always. My bruises are fading across my body, my skin is pale almost tinted green, smooth and well-toned my hip bones are a little too prominent and my legs are long and gangly.

I catch him appraising me from behind in my reflection, and look at him over my shoulder, “I’m going to fuck you Tharie,” he tells me matter of factly, “but first, you need to drink your tea.”

Important things first, I’d be the first to agree.

He grabs the handles in both hands, “and do something for me.”  He removes his old tux jacket with a scuffed satin lapel.  Hands me my cup, kicks off his shoes and rolls off his socks, the tattoos on his feet visible.  “Take off your bra.” His eyes never leave mine, as he pulls his faded black t-shirt over his head in one swift movement.  His toned and gorgeous torso decorated with drawings so intricate and fine following the contours of his beautiful body.  The beautiful ‘v’ shape of his torso as it meets his jeans is so alluring, and he smells gorgeous.  “Use your fingers on yourself Tharie, I want to see you masturbate while I watch.” I can already see he is hard, and he doesn't stop watching me, his cup in his hand looking straight at me, not flinching.

Would you like some popcorn with that too sir?

Without missing a beat I do exactly as he asks, as if it’s the most normal request in the world. I’m going to have to re-evaluate what ‘normal’ is now aren't I?  I run my hand down my breasts, down over my stomach, I close my eyes briefly and my fingers reach the top edge of my knickers.  “
Yes.
” Daniel hisses through clenched teeth, his eyes burning with intense arousal, his gaze never leaving mine, he sips his tea. Such control. Such calm. Such arousal.  Happy to oblige my little fingers work their way down tracing the lace edging between my legs, peeking inside for a moment then outside again.  Up to the top edge again and inside, down to the little tiny mound and very gently, feather light touches to the fold of my sex. “Mm,” he has gained my trust, I open my eyes and lock with his.  A deep breath.  Stimulating myself, watching him watching me, makes this so hot.

I work faster, the feeling building inside me, my practised hand makes me wet, Daniel strides to me takes my wrist firmly, “stop.”  No!!  Lifts my hand to his lips and closing his eyes gently sucks my fingertips, his eyes shut.  I unbutton his fly with one hand, well I am a jeans expert remember? And take off his jeans in a no nonsense fashion, never tiring of seeing this gorgeous body.  Daniel moans loudly and sucks at my nipples in turn as if my body needs playing in a certain order to get the desired tune.  Almost painful his teeth pull at the tip of my nipples, whilst the
other is worked with his fingers. “I can make to cum just like this.” Daniel hisses at me, “but I’d rather do it like this.” And his fingers are working my clitoris with the skill of a practised hand. Pulling against the fine lace, careful, that's new!  My breath comes in short bursts and I feel too weak to speak.

He lifts his head and kisses me very hard, his tongue probing into my mouth, flicking it over the tip of my own, turning me on even more.  I'm building and building, his fingers faster and faster, “you're so wet baby” faster, gentler, “just for me,” he blows soft warm kisses on my neck, “I want to taste you.” And he falls to his knees in front of me, both his hands at my hips pulling my knickers down, his hands over my buttocks, his tongue flicking over my clit, it's too sweet a feeling and I fist my fingers in his hair.  Faster and harder he gently sucks me into his mouth, tantalising my nerves with his tongue, his fingers inside me deeper and deeper, steady rhythm, sucking and licking.  Oh god, oh god, oh bloody hell.

The gentle lightness of the flicking tip of Daniels tongue driving me crazy. “No please” I breathe, “Daniel!” I can barely get the words to form, he is taking me to the brink of pleasure then letting me fall away again, up and down I’m going insane.

“Not yet baby, I haven’t finished with you yet.”  No one warned me falling would be like this, I read the poems and listen to the songs, they don’t prepare you do they? Love? Like a drug. Side effects may include…..exhaustion, sation, elation, sedation…

Daniels clever mouth pulling me into it with his lips then blowing over my tender hot wetness I’m on the brink of going insane, on the edge of orgasm. His fingers plunging deep inside me slowly, so very slowly, my knees start to go. He catches me and takes me to the bed laying me face down me gently with my feet on the floor and my back to the room. He grabs my wrists up behind me in a full Nelson, but gentle, and ties my wrists together with my bra, my beautiful black lace balconette.  I’m sure they test it for tensile strength don't they? Bloody hell.

On top of me now he passes his cock briefly over my face and I flick my tongue over its warm dripping end sucking it into my mouth gently for a brief moment. He moans loudly, moves down my body and licks me again very slowly and very gently, breathing hot breath down my spine to stimulate my nerve endings. Bloody hell again.  Moving between my legs and underneath me  he works his fingers on my clit, sliding along my cleft, back and forth,  and the other hand deep inside again for a
few teasingly agonising seconds.  He spins me on my back, my hands still tied, now above my head.  Kissing me down below, then his tongue is inside me moving and licking, and his thumb rubbing over the mound of my sex.  Retreating he sucks my folds into his lips and nibbles them gently. I am twisting and my hips are grinding and bucking into his hand and face in succession begging for release.  My tied hands attune my mind to the feelings make me more aroused.  He rubs the end of his cock all over my clit wetting it and driving me crazy “Daniel please, I want you inside me.”

“I know baby,” moving up and down over me, “but, you must wait.”  He rubs his cock in sweet agonising passes over my sex, rubbing back and forth over my clit, then pauses and the end tip enters me, and comes immediately out.  In and out several times, quicker, and quicker, further and further inside then out again.  I am in turmoil, my insides are on fire and if only I could struggle to free my hands so I can release myself from this agony. Daniel senses my deep frustration and kisses me in reply, plunging his tongue deeply and hungrily into my mouth.

“Please Daniel,” I beg, “I need you hard inside me.” I tilt my hips toward him to reinforce my point, he just kisses me gentler.

“I know baby,” he kisses me, “but I love watching you forced to wait.” And he fills me up hard and fast his eyes shut hard.  Quick thrusts all the way to the end of my insides, such a beautiful sensation. I am climbing and I can’t stop it now, higher and higher, my nerve endings torn and raw.  Then suddenly a cascading release, awash with a surge of unspeakable pleasure I collapse in total exhaustion around this man and he follows me “oh, Tharie, what are we doing?” He withdraws himself from me, pulling out slowly, emptying me.  I decide that was a rhetorical, post coital question and it didn’t qualify an answer, instead I lay there stroking his hair in silent wonder at how different my life is within a single week.  “Let’s drink our tea, I have a table booked at Nobu tonight if you'd like it?” I love Nobu, but I can eat any-time

“No Daniel,” I whisper running my fingertips round his buttocks, “I’d like to stay in.”

Smiling Daniel kisses me again, and we slip into a sated sleep.

Actually when we wake I am starving, so we go to Nobu for some incredible vegetable tempura and a bottle of chilled cloudy bay.

...and of course, tea to....almost finish.

Chapter nine, Thursday
:
24thoctober2013, the next morning

I wake and wonder if the maid will notice my bed hasn’t been slept in. Then I decide I probably shouldn’t care, because
she
certainly won't.   I pick up Daniels room phone, he's sleeping on his front beside me, I can get a really good look at his arse...I mean the ink on his back, there's one that goes from his shoulder-blade across his ribcage and ends past his hip bone into his amazing arse. Deep breath, I dial the kitchen and order breakfast.