Chapter 5 Charged up

Margaret's POV

It was 2 AM but I sure as hell I wasn't getting sleep. Raymond seemed charged up by my first orgasm for the day. He hastened his stroke and finished me completely with his thumb pressing on my G-spot. My brain was in complete disarray as I couldn't comprehend what he was doing to me

"I'm sorry!" I cried after the next wave of painful bliss overcame me.

The mysterious man relented, let my body cool down, softly kissed, and stroked all the places that were hurting now. My hips collapsed to the mattress when he was finished. As I lay still, he slipped his hand beneath me and loosened the strap around my wrists so I could slide my hands free. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

Slowly he pushed himself up, reached for the nightstand, and fished out a box of wet wipes. Gently he wiped the spots he had been attacking with such brutality just a moment ago.

"Apology accepted, although what I wanted to hear you say isn't a goddamn apology," he said, and vanished back into the main comparison, kept still for a moment longer, analyzing everything, but I couldn't believe what had just happened.

I only knew one thing: I was so calm now, and so sore, as if I had been fucking him for hours. What did he want to hear, I asked myself, surely it wasn't what I wanted to hear too right?

"Let's take a wine break. Go bath and change into something sexy. I told you to give me commands but you flaunted those instructions. It is time to give you mine" I sluggishly climb off the bed to freshen up. When I returned, Raymond was sitting in his seat, biting his upper lip. He turned his head, sending me a look.

"My lips smell like your pussy now. Suddenly I'm not so sure if you were the one punished." I blushed at his words but acted unaffected l. I sat down opposite him, seemingly unmoved by what he said.

"My pussy feels like your dick. So, what are our plans for later?" I asked coolly, snatching the champagne glass from his hand.

"You're getting adorably insatiable. What sort of a sex goddess are you?." He asked and poured himself another glass.

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He wrapped his muscular arms around me and hugged me. He sighed, sliding down to his knees. In that position, with his forehead nestled between my breasts, he grew immobile. I ran a hand through his hair, stroking his head. He was defenseless, exhausted, and totally reliant on me.

"I want you," he breathed.

"I can't fight it," he said, his hands wrapped around my hips. Alcohol buzzed in my head, where fear was warring with a strange calmness. I took Raymond 's head in my hands and lifted his chin to look him in the eyes.

He raised them, sending me a look completely filled with love, trust, and humbleness.

"Raymond," I whispered, caressing his cheek.

I sighed and collapsed to the rug next to him, feeling my eyes close. I thought about how wonderful it would be to meet him in different circumstances, where I wouldn't be his enemy, where all those anger and hate wouldn't have happened.

"Fuck me," he said gently, laying me down on the soft carpet. My heart skipped a beat. He hung above me, propped on his elbows, with his body pressing against mine, covering it all, and his eyes searching for answers in mine.

"Ask me. Say please," I suggested, turning onto my belly.

"You only need to ask. You don't have to command." Now we were going to change roleplay.

Raymond hesitated for a moment, watching me. His stare wasn't cold this time. It gave way to desire and passion.

"Please, Fuck me," he burst out and laughed.

"Not a problem," I replied, rolling over on the carpet. Curious, I watched, waiting for his next move.

He took off his jacket and hung it over the backrest of the armchair, unclasped his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves. He was getting ready for something big. I giggled quietly. When Raymond disappeared behind the door, the only thing left for me was to scan my surroundings.

The thick bright rug on which I was lying neatly harmonized with the rest of the huge room. The only other furniture was the two soft armchairs and a small black coffee table. The door led to other rooms-probably the living room first-but down on the floor I could only see the tall windows obscured with heavy drapes, and a wide terrace behind them, followed by the sea in the distance. Waiting expectantly for my nemesis, I was suddenly struck by a worrying thought. I let myself drop back to the rug.

"Close your eyes," I heard from the next room.

"Please." I rolled over to my back and did as I was asked.

With no idea what position to take, I felt Raymond standing above me.

"You look like a body in a coffin that way, Margaret," he said, laughing.

Right, those hands lying on my chest with fingers knitted might have looked a bit like that.

"I'm not here to talk about death," I retorted, opening one eye and smirking.

"I'm here to fuck. You do realize this is my last day here, right?" Raymond bent over and took me in his arms.

As always, he did it so easily that it seemed that I weighed next to nothing. Raymond carried me down a short corridor and soon I felt a blow of warm air carrying the smell of the trees. He put me down and gently took my face in his hands, kissing me softly. I reached out with my arms to touch him. He didn't resist. I started unbuttoning his shirt while his lips wandered up and down my neck.

"You smell like cum," he whispered, pinching my chin between his teeth.

"Can I open my eyes now?" I asked.

"I want to see you."

"Yes, you can," he replied, and his hand hovered toward the zipper holding my dress in place. I raised my eyelids, revealing a stunning vista. We were on the terrace of the top floor of the hotel and could see most of the island of Lido.

Flickering lights illuminated the night, shining over the waves breaking on the beach. The terrace was enormous-it had a private bar, a Jacuzzi, a few chaise longues, and a canopied gazebo with a bed inside, which made me think of the one in Raymond's garden.

The difference was that the interior of this one was completely covered by canvas walls, and the mattress itself had a full set of sheets and a couple of pillows on it. I was pretty sure we'd be spending the night right here. My dress slipped off and slid silently to the floor. Raymond's hands slowly traced a path along my naked skin, and his tongue lazily slid between my lips.

"You're not wearing underwear again, Margaret," he breathed, his lips still close to mine.

"There's no need to waste time bringing them down if I could do without them anyways.."

"Good riddance?"

"Yeah, definitely. Good riddance" I replied, pulling off his shirt and falling to my knees. Steadily, I unbuckled his belt, glancing upward, looking for a reaction from that magnificent man.

His hands were hanging limply beside his body. He didn't resemble the man who had so terrified me just a few weeks ago. With a quick, confident motion, I pulled his pants down, revealing an impressive erection.

"I can see you've been in a hurry, too. Or the meeting you've gone to wasn't of the kind I imagined," I said, looking at Raymond with a question in my eyes.

"Where are your boxers?" With a growing smile, Raymond shrugged and ran his fingers through my hair. Slowly, I reached around his hips, placing my hand on his buttock and pulling him toward me.

I was only inches away from his penis now. I gently grabbed the base and kissed the tip. Raymond moaned the fingers in my hair drawing circles. I caressed him softly with my tongue and my lips until he grew steel-hard and swollen.

I opened my mouth and slid it slowly into my mouth-all of it-wanting to feel every inch. I pulled away and pushed back at him, played with it, kissed it, and bit it until I felt the sticky fluid seeping down my throat.

Raymond watched me the whole time, panting heavily. He bent down, slid his arms under my shoulders, and lifted me. He kissed me on the lips, stepping toward the steaming Jacuzzi built into the terrace.

Stepping inside, he sat me down astride himself. With his eyes looking deep into mine, I brushed his lips against the skin of my face and neck, until he reached my breasts. He softly sucked and bit my nipple, while his hands tightened on my buttocks. Suddenly his finger slid to my pussy and tugged on my clitoris.

I moaned! Raymond lifted me and steadily but carefully impaled me on his penis. I moaned, throwing my head back. The hot water intensified me every sensation. Raymond's movements were steady and delicate at the same time.

He was passionate, and greedy, but also tender. He bit a nipple and I moaned out a loud moan of delight, which he immediately stifled with his tongue.

He was impaling me harder and harder. The water sloshed against the walls of the Jacuzzi to the rhythm of his stroking hips, and a different wave-a wave of ecstasy like I hadn't known before-rose inside me. Everything around me grew as if damped and subdued. I focused entirely on Raymond.

With his free hand, he reached under the water and gently rubbed my clitoris. It was like pushing a red button deep inside me. The finger exploring my anus slid deeper and sped up its motion.

"One more," I whispered, keeping the orgasm at bay with difficulty.

"Slide another finger into me." That nearly caused Raymond to lose control.

He pushed deeper inside my mouth with his tongue, and his teeth bit on my lip harder, causing a pang of beautiful pain.

"Margaret," he breathed, obeying.

"You're so tight." Without thinking, if I should, if I was allowed, I simply came as he said that.

With a gasp and then a cry I reached the climax of pleasure. My entire body flushed and cooled down in a few seconds.

Raymond waited until I was calm again and carried me to the bed. I was only semi-conscious when he pressed his body to mine and entered me again.

He snuggled his face in my hair, and his hips rushed at me, hard. I could feel he was about to come, too. I writhed and moaned, my nails biting into the skin of his back. My kisses on his neck were greedy, and I bit his shoulders, listening to his breathing-growing faster and faster, heralding an explosion.

He pushed both hands beneath my back and hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. His hand clutched at the back of my neck, and he looked me in the eyes.

"so fucking tight, Margaret," Raymond said, and I felt a wave of hot seed spilling inside me.

His bliss was intense and lasted for a long while. His eyes never wavered from my face the entire time. It was so sensual and sexy that I felt my own muscles tightening with his, and I joined him. Finally, Raymond collapsed on me, his body taking away my breath.

"You're heavy," I said, trying to slide from beneath him.

"And your cock is perfect." Raymond burst out laughing and rolled over, freeing me.

"I'll take it as a compliment, baby girl."

"I need to wash myself," I said, trying to get up. Raymond pulled me toward himself.

"I can't agree to that." He reached out with a hand and took a box of tissues from the night table. He gently wiped me clean before covering me with the duvet.

"You'd sure have to take all of these memories with you. You half-ass boss Williams doesn't fuck this good you hear me?" What a smug!