A STORM IS COMING

Sylvia could not look away. The pictures in the hall hadn't done David Wells any justice. They hadn't shown muscles that rippled beneath his bronze skin. They hadn't shown how powerful his arms were as they wrapped around the maid. They hadn't shown his sexy backside either. Tanned, hot, and incredibly toned. 

Mesmerized, she watched him thrust into the maid furiously. Watched him toss his head back in a groan, his eyes closed as he relished the feel of the maid clamped tightly against him. Her thighs clenched jealousy and she shuddered at the sensations that simmered within her. 

David's eyes opened suddenly, and piercing green eyes met hers. She gasped in surprise at being caught and for a minute, he held her gaze while he fucked the maid. Feeling conflicted and incredibly turned on, she tore her gaze away from his and raced back to her room. 

David watched the blonde run off and arched a brow, intrigued by her. Somehow the maid before him no longer seemed interesting. Heck, she had never seemed interesting. Susan or whatever the heck her name was. She had been too easy. Slobbering all over his dick like some possessed witch. Tossing her off his cock, he stepped away, eyes fixed on the spot the blonde had stayed a few moments before. 

"Damn," he whispered, recalling the look in her eyes. She had one of those wide alluring fuck-me eyes. Hazel ones that shifted with the light. Her lips had parted when she watched them. Oh, he'd like to see them part when she screamed his name.

"Master David?" Salome or Susan- he couldn't quite get her name right- looked at him warily. "you haven't come yet?" 

He chuckled. The maid looked so tired. She'd exploded so many times he had lost count. Too bad she couldn't keep up with his stamina. Perhaps he had to look for someone else to slake his lust. Someone like the sweet Blondie that had run off, leaving her jiggling ass imprinted in his mind. 

"You can go, Sophie," 

"It's Shane sir," she mumbled and he shrugged. He didn't give a fuck. 

"Who's the blonde? I haven't seen her around." He asked. 

Shane winced while adjusting her uniform. He had barely finished fucking her and he was already thinking of his next prey. "She's new. Came in today-"

"What's her room number?" He asked, grinning wolfishly. 

****

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sylvia hissed at herself, pacing her room restlessly. Why had she stayed to watch them? "For goodness sake why Sylvie?!" 

Now she couldn't get him out of her head, and out of her system either! For the past hour, she had tossed and turned on her bed, unable to sleep, and had simply given up trying. She could see him every time she closed her eyes. His mesmerizing eyes. His body, good Lord, his hot, hard body. She ached to feel him pressed up against her. To feel his powerful hands grip her hips as he fucked-

A knock on her door woke her out of her naughty thoughts and she froze. 

"Who's there?" She whimpered, drawing closer to the door despite the ringing bells in her head that warned her.

"Open the door," came the deep reply that sent shivers up her spine. 

Somehow, even though she hadn't heard him speak before. She knew it was him. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her door open and there he stood. He was shirtless. The pants he wore hung loosely on his hips, revealing an enticing V that made her throat dry. Droplets of water clung to his hair, rolled down his broad chest, and then disappeared into the V. He must have showered before coming to meet her. 

"Fuck," He whispered. "You're even hotter close-up," 

That was an understatement, David mused, stepping into her room. She was a beautiful, scratch that, she was a fucking goddess. She had to be a nymph. Ah yes, a nymph. Her shoulder-length golden hair spilled over her lightly tanned skin like silk. His hands itched to hold it, to run his fingers through it. 

And there was the rest of her. The silver nightdress she wore barely covered her. Her breasts, heavy and supple, moved with each labored breath she took in. Reaching for the negligee, he tugged it down, groaning when her breasts spilled out of it. 

"Pink," he groaned, ogling her nipples. "Fuck me they're pink."

Sylvia couldn't bring herself to step away. Not with the way he looked at her. As if she took his every breath away. Turned on by his hungry eyes, she reached for her breasts, fondling them slowly. The warning bells in her head rang louder but before she could heed them, David covered the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss. 

Everything that happened afterward passed in a blur of fiery passion. Her negligee got torn to shreds as her back touched the bed. David was ravenous. His mouth slid down her neck, eager to taste, hungry for more. She felt soft and warm and tasted as sweet as he had imagined she would. Spreading her legs, he licked his way down her stomach, pushed aside her panties, and holding her gaze, he lowered his mouth to her wet, dripping core. 

"Oh, my God!" Sylvia screamed at the feel of his rough tongue against her sex, stabbing, probing, and sucking on her wet flesh. Her hands sought and found his hair, gripping it as he ate her out, not stopping until she convulsed on his tongue, her juices rubbing all over his face. 

He loved it. The look on her face when she climaxed. Her eyes would widen and then snap close. Her mouth would part in a silent scream as she tensed and exploded. 

"What's your name?" He whispered, stepping away briefly to get rid of his pants. For some reason, he wanted to know her name. He wanted to know her. 

"Sylvia," she panted, struggling to sit up. Her eyes fixed on his cock the minute his pants dropped and she licked her lips. "Come here,"

"Bossy," he grinned, shifting towards her. "I like that very- Oh Fuucckk!" 

He groaned, throwing his head back when she slipped her mouth over him. His hands slipped into her hair instinctively, guiding her mouth across his length. "Just like that, fuck me....That feels so fucking good Sylvia." 

She moaned around his throbbing length, encouraged by the sounds he made. He pulled away then, panting heavily. Dammit he had been so close to coming. He had to be inside her or he would lose his damn mind. 

"Please," she moaned when he ran the head of his cock down her core teasingly. She needed him so bad. 

Swiftly he thrusted into her, groaning at her tightness. She felt good. Too fucking good, his body shuddered and he knew he wouldn't last long. Slowly their tempo rose, their pace unsteady and fervent as passion burned hotter between them until they both climaxed. 

Drenched in sweat, David rolled off her, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. That had been intense! He glanced at Sylvia to see her looking up at him, a mocking glint in her eyes. 

"Tired already Master David?" She murmured, drawing circles lazily over his chest. 

"Minx,"  David grinned. "I am just getting started." 

****

Sylvia rolled out of bed the next morning, feeling sore and utterly disappointed with herself. David must have left an hour or so. They had barely gotten any sleep through the night. He had been insatiable. 

And she loved it. 

Slapping her hands on her cheeks, she groaned in shame. "If Dad could see me now, he would be so disgusted with me!"

Her father was barely cold in the ground and she had gone ahead to hump one of the very suspects of her father's murder. 

Infuriated, she scrambled out of bed, removed the bedsheets and tossed it in the laundry. Rushing to the bathroom, she scrubbed herself until she was raw and pink and clean from David Wells' touch. 

No matter how much she wanted it, she would never let him touch her again!

***

"You're late!" Luna exclaimed when she stepped into the kitchen. "Some help you are. I've done all the dishes."

Blushing, Sylvia mumbled an apology, shame coursing through her veins. "What can I do to help?" 

"Go help Shane serve the dishes," Luna said with a sniff that told Sylvia she had fallen out of the older woman's good graces. 

Damn you David Wells!

Grumpily, she carried a tray and followed Shane out of the kitchen to the dining room. Her breath snagged when she noticed David sitting with his father, sipping coffee from a mug. 

It had to be unfair for him to look so good. She was supposed to hate his guts. But after what they had shared a few hours earlier, a small part of her hoped that he would acknowledge her. Even if it was just a tip of his head in her direction. 

Throughout breakfast, David ignored her completely, as if she didn't exist. As if he hadn't spent a good part of his night in her bedroom. Tears burned the corner of her eyes as she retreated to the kitchen with Shane. 

"Sylvia?" Leonard called just before she left the dining room. 

She turned around then but kept her gaze on her shoes. "Yes sir?"

"Tell Luna to cook up a storm tonight.  June Castello will be joining us for dinner."