"Come Oona. Come to my bed." He whispered whilst indulging while feasting further upon her sweet flavor along the soft satin skin of her elegant neck. "Let me fuck you."
"Yes Sir."
Slowly he sat up and reached down to pick her up and carried her through to another room that held a fireplace so large he could have walked through it without having to duck down. Luc was a tall well built handsome man who has been her opponent in many a courtroom showdown. At this moment though he was a gentle giant who set her down before a massive sturdy forged metal four poster bed.
The magnificent bed stood alone in the center of a highly polished hardwood floor but faced the fireplace squarely. The wall color reminded her of the soft moss carpet found deep in the woods and appeared to be covered in a soft green that she knew if touched would be an old velvet. Covering the bed was a deep duvet covered in deep dark green old soft silk velvet and plenty of fluffy dark green pillows.
The intriguing combination left the impression of elegant decadence and natural comfort. Oona felt it spoke of the man who, before accepting his invitation for dinner and possibly more she had respected his dedication to his client be they guilty or not, but had this evening so easily seduced both her mind and body. The fine champagne over dinner had not impaired her but it had allowed her to relax her guard thereby opening herself to this man.
Tonight she felt like a woman first and a tough Assistant District Attorney a very distant second. Not sure how he was able to do it but in the short period of time they had spent together Luc had made her feel very womanly, seductive and beautiful. Oona knew she could intimidate people and was comfortable with that in a work setting. But in the bedroom her needs were entirely different.
"Do you trust me? Trust me to fulfill your most secret fantasies and not hurt you?"
Startling her was the swiftness in which the answer came to her mind, Oona answered quietly.
"Yes."
"Puce."
"Puce?"
"Your safe word."
"Oh."
She had fantasized about this moment but now that it was here she was scared. No, she was not scared but excited and nervous.
"Take off the robe."
Oona stood facing him with the fire to her back. Staring at his feet in order to gain some confidence she noticed at some point he had taken off his shoes. The sight of his bared feet worked on her tension in the moment and gave her self-assurance a boost. She felt safe and wanted this.
Because she could see him and he couldn't see her all that well she accepted the advantage and remained facing him. Small advantage that it was she took it all the same.
Reaching down to untie the belt holding the robe closed, she rolled her shoulders back and slowly dropped her arms down behind her. The stylish, yet revealing garment dripped down her arms and fell to the floor with a heavy swoosh.
Looking for his eyes to drop to her impressive bust line so she could find an excuse to stomp out of the room, to where she did not know but somewhere, had her almost missing the fact that his hard-on was growing before her very eyes.
Impressively increasing in leaps and bounds.
When she raised her eyes from the bulge in his trousers his massive cock was making up to his eyes she was taken aback by the seriousness she found there. There was no smile, no mocking, but there was a look of pure respect, absolute desire and something else she could not define.
At that moment she knew that this night Luc would indulge her most wicked desires, there would be more pleasure than she had ever experienced before and in the end she would have an unbearably difficult time walking away from this man.
Maybe she would not take that final step after all.
"Take off your teddy for me."
Taking a deep breath, Oona slipped first one thin strap and then the other off her arms whilst maintaining a hold on the two tiny triangles that constituted the top. With her head held high she released the garment allowing it to slide down only to catch on her hips.
His eyes would drop at any moment. She knew they would. But they didn't. It was when he raised an eyebrow that she realized he was still waiting.
Putting her hands on each hip Oona shimmied first right then left working the teddy over her lush hips before it dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet.
It was him! This was not expected at all. Not once had his eyes left hers during the whole shimmy thing that sent her large breasts into swaying motion. Men always looked at her chest and rarely strayed further. Now she was very excited and her slit was getting wetter by the second. This man spoke and her pussy pulsed to its rhythm, she stripped and he looked at her face first not at her breasts.
The moment was empowering and wonderful, she wanted to stay right here, with him. But Oona could not resist a quick peak at his cock and found it larger than it had been. Inside she knew that there was more to come.
"Clasp your hands over the opposing elbow behind your back."
It took her a second to figure out what he wanted and then she understood and reached her hands back. The position naturally thrusting her breasts out further. She trembled for moment and dropped her eyes.
"No. Eyes on mine unless I tell you otherwise. I want to see your passion. I want you to see what you do to me."
With her eyes on his she watched as he looked at her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head and back to her face. No, to her lips! To test the finding she dipped her tongue out for a small moistening to an upper corner and watched as his eyes flared.
That is interesting.
Oona felt a little awkward standing before this compelling and fully dressed man in nothing but stockings and heels. It took a moment for her to acknowledge it was more of a carnal quivering than embarrassing convulsion that burst within her stomach.
"You are very beautiful. I hear your sultry voice and my cock gets hard, I smell your uniquely flowery scent and my cock gets harder - I see you standing naked and I must fuck you."
