LucienAfter they had bathed again, he carried her back to the bedroom. She had her arms draped around his neck and was already nodding off. Proserpina had been exhausted and had stood like a child as he bathed her and dried her.He cursed himself for having taken her repeatedly but she was too much for him to resist.The need to have her milk his thick shaft was too great.As he gently laid her on the bed and drew the sheets over her, she clung to him and murmured with a sleepy, seductive smile,“I love you, Lucien…’With a contented sigh, she turned over and slid off into a deep sleep.But Lucien lay awake, troubled.*Schwartz had called him. He had information, he said, that Dmitri was going to make a do or die attempt to get back at Lucien.Through the people, he loved the most, his family.*Lucien had arranged for the security to be increased. He had no intention of going anywhere without his family till the man was killed.But.He turned to look at the woman who was sleeping be
When Lucien stepped out of the shower, he found his wife standing before the walk-in wardrobe, looking downcast.He raised a questioning bushy eyebrow and she looked at him mournfully.‘Lucien,’ she sighed. “None of my bikinis fit me anymore.’He threw back his head and roared with laughter. Then he crossed to where she stood, draped in a fluffy pink towel and yanked it down. Forcing her unwilling body against the wall, his hands cupped her large breasts greedily and soon he was nipping at them while she protested helplessly.Finally, she pushed him away, face pink and said in a small voice, crossly,‘Lucien Delano, are you even listening to me? … They do not fit and it’s not funny.’She looked so indignant, he smiled inspite of himself.He ran his hands over her hips, drawing her close.“Fine,’ he grunted. ’Change of plan. I shall take you to the lake house instead.’*She looked up at him, studying him solemnly, her hands clasped in front of her, her lower body pressed against his st
Lucien He watched her for a while. The slim chain with the diamond key-shaped pendant he had put around her neck to show his ownership of her, was half-hidden. It lay between her plump breasts and he felt a rush of excitement. Every time he saw it, he thought of how powerless, how totally at his mercy she was in bed when she lay beneath him. Submitting to his every pleasure.*She glanced up and saw the look on his face and turned pink. As she made to shift away, he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her hard, a kiss of ownership.A kiss of possession.Branding her with his mouth, biting her lower lip harshly.“Lucien,’ she murmured weakly against his mouth,‘Your men… our children...’He growled arrogantly as his head moved lower, intent on the pale mounds, visible through the neck of her colourful peasant blouse. He felt his shaft hardening in readiness. A large hand moved to the plumpness of her breasts, squeezing hard and she gasped, moving her son to stop him from waking the
LucienThe drive to the lake house had been a silent one after that. Proserpina had retreated into a shell, responding when her children spoke, replying to him in monosyllables.It was soon apparent to everyone that there was trouble between them.It continued through the afternoon, into the dinner when she went about, a dull spectre of herself. Lucien was first angry and then exasperated. He did not know how to deal with this. He had seen her crying, had seen her angry.But this was different. It was as though she had shut herself off from him and he found he wanted in. Desperately. They had planned to leave on the third day and he was damned if he was going to sleep alone without her responding to him.But he knew he was feeling guilty over the way he had spoken to her.When he looked for her after dinner, when they usually sat together with the children, she was missing.“Where’s your mother?’ he growled at his daughter. She gave him an arch look, reminding himself of his reflection
Lucien Delano “No, my Master.’ She whispered against his mouth, tantalising him, ”Today, I am going to blindfold you first.’He frowned in astonishment. He had never been the submissive type; he had never been blindfolded when he was f*cking a woman.Hell, no one had dared to blindfold him ever.It meant relinquishing control, and he had never done that.Lucien Delano never gave up control, not in the bed, not out of it.He stiffened.But she held him to her body and whispered fiercely, her head tilted back, the soft brown eyes gleaming,“You OWE me this once, Lucien Delano.’*He grunted and allowed her to blindfold him.He sat at the edge of the bed as she did it and then she pushed him onto the bed. Suddenly, he felt powerless as she took his arms. Guiding them gently but firmly above his head, he felt her tie them, binding him firmly to the railings of the bed above his head.*Now he was mildly mystified and getting a little uneasy.‘Are you going to kill me, woman?’ he growled,
ProserpinaI turned, touching my heavy breasts and sighed,‘Really? You are SUCH a bad student, Mr.Delano.’Shaking my head reproachfully at him, I turned to him and touched my wet panties.He stilled, his eyes riveted on the skimpy garment.'Oh, Lucien,' I sighed and dimpling again at him, I went on.'I am wet...I think I shall go and take a bath, maybe.'The man on the bed looked dangerously flushed, the veins on his forehead standing out as he snarled,'Woman, I will f*cking make you pay for this,'"Temper, temper, ' I sighed and took my nipples in my hands, rolling them lightly. Lucien Delano watched, helplessly, the sound of his heavy breathing loud in the room. His thick member was oozing pre cum and I wanted to lick it off.Not yet, I told myself sternly.Schooling my features, I dimpled at him and stopped.Moaning softly , I slid my hand between my thighs and touched myself. I raised my eyes and met his gaze, as the tension between us sizzled.*LucienHe had never imagined it
ProserpinaI felt him lifting me up, carrying me gently to the washroom; he held me as we stood under the shower, the warm water running over our bodies as we fused our mouths to each other, hungrily.He grunted, his erection pressing into my belly again as he said against my mouth.“I am always the Boss. Your Boss. Remember that, my little slave.’I whispered mindlessly, exhausted but happy,‘If you say so, Master.’With a snarl, he lifted my breast to his mouth and bit the nipple.I whimpered.“I will punish you, my sweet.’ He whispered against my cheek.“But not now.’ He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and we kissed mindlessly again.’ You are too tired.’ I sighed and let him wash me, touching my thighs and my sex with infinite gentleness.*LucienHe held her as she slept, a small figure, her soft curves making him aware of how precious she was to him. Her cheek rested on her hand and she was smiling slightly.Although she had tied him up with all her strength, he had known he cou
Proserpina When Lucien sauntered in for breakfast, I glanced at him and looked away quickly, a blush stealing up my face. In a casual shirt, the open buttons revealing the crisp grey hairs matting his chest, the jeans hugging his powerful thighs, he looked as cool and in charge as ever.How does he do it? I thought. I felt drained and my sex was sore, my breasts hurt and I had dressed in a blouse that covered my chest. The bite marks on my breasts were prominent and I did not want anyone to notice. His eyes raked me and his lips twisted knowingly as I turned away dimpling.He was almost two decades older than me, this lover of mine yet he could make me climax helplessly; make me beg for him so effortlessly.He was on the phone again, a frown appearing on his harsh face as he listened.*Ria looked up at him and in her customary, blunt manner, she demanded,“Have you and Mumma been making babies again, Pappa?’Her father looked up and into my hot flushed face as I stormed across to her