Then he was staring at my sex.
I immediately tried to close my thighs, but his harsh-sounding ‘no’ stopped me.
“Place your legs over the arm rests, Yanna.”
I froze.
Constantijin’s face was implacable. “Do it.”
Slowly, I lifted my legs and placed one on each armrest.
“Open wider.”
Striving to get past my embarrassment, I pushed my thighs to open wider with my hands. I gasped when Constantijin suddenly knelt down and I gasped again when he parted my folds as widely open as my thighs.
“Constantijin!” I had to scream his name. It was impossible not to, with his tongue entering my fully opened sex.
He lifted his head, his eyes glittering with fierce desire as he warned me with silky softness, “Don’t let go of your thighs. Keep it open for me.”
My entire body shaking, I pressed my hands harder against my thighs to keep it spread open, whimpering as I saw his head slowly descending. And then his tongue was on me again and I screamed. He was unmerciful, his tongue thrusting in and out in a furiously fast rhythm that had the entire room whirling around me.
I was so out of my mind with desire and I felt myself perversely pulling my thighs wider open even though what I really wanted to do was to grasp his hair so I could make him kiss me more deeply.
Constantijin lifted his head again. “Do you like it?”
“Wh-what do you think?” I managed to gasp.
“What do I think?” he murmured. “I think I want you to beg.”
The smirk I hated and loved was on his face and I retorted breathlessly, “Not on your---aaaah.” Constantijin was now sucking my cl*t while shoving one finger into me at the same time. My h*ps rose to meet his mouth and finger even as I kept pushing them to spread wider.
“Wider,” he commanded between sucking hard on my cl*t and I struggled to obey him even though I felt myself stretched beyond my limits.
“Are you ready to come, Yanna?”
“Yes,” I cried out. I was gone now, every common sense obliterated by my need for him and what he could do to my body.
“Beg for it,” he growled.
“Constantijin, please!”
One hand went under my bu**ocks and then he was lifting me up at the same time he bit my clit, his other fingers thrusting in deep and hard into my core. I screamed as I shattered, my hands instinctively pressing my legs flat on the armrest as my essence kept pouring out.
I woke up in Constantijin’s arms in his couch, spread on top of him like a harem slave intent on being turned into a human blanket. I blinked, a little dazed at first and then I was blushing when I saw his smile. It made me remember what had just happened.
“Welcome back, schat.” He pressed a kiss to my hair.
My entire body tingled at his kiss. I was still completely na**d and he was still fully dressed. It should have felt wrong but it didn’t. I wrapped my arms more tightly around him. A surprised-sounding chuckle escaped him before he wrapped his arms around me as well.
I snuggled closer, mostly because I liked knowing that I had the right to do this.
“Damn, but you feel f**king good in my arms.”
I giggled.
He lifted my chin, and my breath caught at the gentle smile on his lips. “It’s true.”
Oh, Lord. Constantijin in a tender mood was a sight to behold.
“It feels good, too,” I admitted shyly.
As the minutes passed, I found myself slowly getting panicking. What had I done? What was going to happen? There was no turning back now! Oh my God, I was going to have sex with Constantijin someday!
“What are you thinking?”
“That you’d take my virginity someday?” Oh, f**k. What did I say?
Constantijin choked.
And under me, I felt him stirring to life.
I blushed.
Seeing that, he grinned. Cupping my face, Constantijin said, “It’s not the right time yet but soon – very soon – I will take your virginity.”
Faking a frown, I retorted, “Confident much?”
A slow, sexy, and unapologetically confident grin was his only answer. It was enough to have my body heat up. Then his eyes trailed down, and I gasped, remembering belatedly that I was still na**d and he was not.
I looked around wildly, wondering how I could get myself dressed again when my clothes were all over his office.
Constantijin chuckled. “Let me help you dress, sweetheart.” He stood right after, carrying me in his arms effortlessly before letting me carefully slide down to my feet. I stood there, feeling even shyer as he picked up my bra first.
My body tingled as Constantijin pressed one kiss on each nipple before putting my bra back on and even clipping it for me.
Then he knelt down.
“Constantijin!” But it was too late. My hands curled around his shoulders helplessly as he tongued my cl*t playfully and sweetly, nipping it before letting go and grinning up at me.
Breathless and aching, I glared down at him. “You…” Words failed me and I could only continue glaring at him impotently as he lifted one of my legs up, pressing a tender kiss on my foot before putting my lacy briefs back on. When both legs were in, Constantijin pulled it up with exquisite slowness, placing more tender kisses on my skin as I did. By the time he was done, I was a shaking mess, and all I could think about was why? Why wasn’t he going to take my virginity now?
Oh, Lord. Why did nobody tell me sexual infatuation didn’t just make fools of us? It made sluts of us, too!
He chuckled again, and when our eyes met I had a sinking feeling he knew exactly what my thoughts were.
“I want to savor you, sweetheart,” he murmured even as he gently fixed the collar of my blouse.
I was fascinated with every movement of his hand and more so by the thoughts and feelings behind his actions. Constantijin Kastein was fixing my collar. Constantijin, who practically delegated everything he had to do to his countless minions.
Oh, the mind boggled!
“…Yanna?”
I blinked up at him. “Sorry?”
He frowned. “I asked you a question.”
Giving him a sheepish smile, I said, “Sorry, I was…” I bit my lip, not wanting to let him know how near to obsessed I was with every little thing he did.
He raised a brow.
God, even that small action was sexy – enough to have my body tingling again. “I was just thinking,” I heard myself saying – well, fine, lying – “what others would say if we get caught.”
His eyes narrowed. “Get caught…by whom? The boy who keeps hitting on you?”