IN HIS KEEPING: TAKEN

She could see candlelight flickering on the walls outside his room.  She gasped when she looked through the doorway.  The room was bathed in the light of a hundred candles.  All white.  Big ones and small ones.  Fat ones and tall ones.  Vases filled with wildflowers and roses festooned the tables and dressers.  A bottle of Perrier-Jouet Fleur de Champagne was chilling in a silver ice bucket on the bedside table.  She could tell from the hand-painted flowers on the bottle.  Two etched crystal champagne flutes stood beside it.  The candles, flowers, and champagne seemed almost out of place in this rustic wood and leather bastion of masculinity.  The bed was enormous.  It could easily sleep six.  It was made of peeled cedar logs.  Four tree trunks were the legs.  A huge arching branch had been fashioned into a headboard and a smaller branch the footboard.  Between them was a plump mattress covered in taupe colored silk sheets topped with a patchwork quilt in shades of brown and beige.

Connor brought her to the bed and carefully let her down.  ‘I want to look at you!’ he said.  ‘Put the pillow down please.’  He sat down on the bed and stood her in front of him.  It was obvious from the look on his face that he expected her to obey.  But she didn’t!  She couldn’t.  She was too embarrassed.  She clutched the pillow tighter and lowered her eyes.  She couldn’t even look at him.  When she didn’t comply, he grabbed the pillow and threw it on the floor.

‘No!’  Sylvie stepped back, crossing her arms protectively over her breasts.  There was something dark and dangerous about him.  He scared her.  He’d obviously planned to make love to her.  But his words, his actions, weren’t kind and gentle.  They were gruff and demanding.

‘Enough of this foolishness!’  Connor growled as he grabbed her wrists and forcibly pushed them down to her sides.  ‘Don’t ever do that again.’ he ordered.  ‘Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me.  Do you hear me?  Never!  You’re mine Sylvie.  And I won’t be denied!’  His eyes swept over her body, drinking her all in.  The small firm breasts.  The dark pink nipples.  The tiny waist.  The flat belly.  He let go her wrist and grabbed her by the back of the head.  His fingers tangling in the waves of her hair.  His mouth hungrily claiming hers.

Sylvie’s heart was pounding.  She could barely breathe.  She struggled to get away from him, but Connor wouldn’t allow it.  He held her tightly.  She was going nowhere!

His mouth was hot and wet against hers.  His kisses frightening in their ferocity.  He had mastery over her.  She had to accept that.  Connor crushed her lips with his.  His tongue becoming a battering ram, forcing her lips apart.

Incapable of fighting him off, Sylvie stopped resisting and yielded to him.

Connor pulled back and smiled when she ceased struggling.  Now that he was sure of her surrender he could be gentle with her.  He stared at her a moment, relishing the fact that she was his.  What a pretty little thing she was.  Those luminous, innocent, big blue eyes.  The long dark lashes.  The turned up nose covered in a hundred little freckles.  The pouty pink lips.  The fair velvet skin.  The mane of golden brown hair.  She didn’t look 25.  In shorts and flip-flops, with her hair done up in a ponytail and no makeup, she looked 15, if even that.

He sealed his lips to hers, his kiss searing hot.  Connor grabbed her round the waist.  She leaned into him, her breasts pressed against his chest.  But the lower part of her kept its distance, fearing contact with the prominent bulge growing in his jeans.  He reached back and grabbed her bottom.  Sylvie whimpered when his hand touched her well-spanked cheeks.  She could feel his growing erection, steely hard against the softness of her belly.  She was trembling, half in fear, half in anticipation.  She’d spent her entire life believing no man would ever want her, especially a man like Connor.  He was so sexy, so good-looking, his face, his body.  He was smart, successful, and rich as Midas.  What did he want with someone like her?  He could have any woman he wanted.  But he wanted her.  He wanted a geeky nerd?  Why?  Was this his idea of a joke?  A mercy fuck?  Or was he playing at passion?  Acting out a scene from his book?

Connor grabbed her bottom and lifted her off the floor.  She winced in pain; then moaned when she felt him push his manhood against the cleft at the apex of her thighs.  Sylvie looked up at him, her eyes smoldering with passion, his ravenous with desire.  She parted her lips.  His velvet tongue teased her, first tracing over her lips, then sliding between them.  He tasted sweet, like fine wine, as he delved into the soft, waiting warmth of her mouth and eagerly explored it.  Caressing and circling her tongue.  Rhythmically moving it in and out of her mouth.  Going deeper and deeper with each thrust.  Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, when he suddenly withdrew it.  She’d never been kissed like this before.  She didn’t know how to respond.  What she was supposed to do?  Her tongue shyly explored his lips and mouth.  Connor’s tongue circled hers in welcome, then gently suckled it, coaxing her to enter.  She was tentative at first, but succumbing to his charms, began to gently suck the tip of his tongue.

Connor let out a groan, pulling back from her kiss.  One hand held tight to her throbbing bottom while his other moved up to her shoulder.  Sylvie felt herself tipping backward as he slowly lowered her onto the bed.  The silk sheets felt soft and luxurious against her bare skin.  Sensuous!  Seductive!  Erotic!  Connor loomed over her, his eyes studying her intently, every hair, every curve.  Sylvie didn’t take up much room in the bed.  Small boned and petite, she looked almost childlike.  But she belonged in his bed, lying naked, waiting to be taken.

She felt his full weight as he lowered himself to lie on top of her.  His lips sought the softness of hers.  Her mouth parted.  Their tongues entwining.  His silken tongue stroked hers, then playfully flicked the tip.  He lavished attention on her mouth; his hand gently fondling her bottom until the heat of their bodies became almost too much for either of them to bear.

Connor traced her face with his fingers.  Then again claimed her mouth with a fiery kiss.  It took Sylvie’s breath away.  Their lips parted as he lifted himself and lay down beside her.  He bestowed kiss after kiss on the soft warm skin of her face.  Her cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of her nose.  Then he kissed and licked the shell of her ear, working his way down to the nape of her neck.  His lips caressed her shoulder and chest, the kisses becoming more urgent and passionate as they trailed down to her breasts.

His hands cupped and kneaded the soft, warm, mounds of flesh.  First one, then the other.  Connor covered them both in warm wet kisses.  He gently squeezed her right breast.  Then brushed his lips across the nipple.  He drew circles around it with the tip of his tongue, and then teasingly nipped at it until it became erect, hardening under his attention.  He brought his lips down on the pink little peak and began sucking greedily.  While he feasted on the one, his fingers pulled, kneaded, and squeezed the other until Sylvie whimpered and shuddered from the dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure.  His tongue swirled over her sensitive aching nipples again and again.

Sylvie couldn’t help but wriggle in reaction to his ministrations.  That action reignited the sting and tenderness in her bottom.  It hurt, but instead of dampening her ardor, it aroused her.  Sylvie was conscious of an unfamiliar sensation, an incessant tingling, developing between her legs.  She was suddenly wet down there, oozing nectar.

Connor continued to suckle while his hand explored her body.  Petting the soft skin of her shoulder.  Trailing his fingers from the hollow under her arm, to the indentation at her waist, then to the firm flesh of her hip.  He rubbed and kneaded, his fingers clutching her bottom.  She whimpered when he squeezed.

Connor released her nipple and smiled.  ‘Tender?  Don’t worry.  I’ll soon make it better.’  His hand moved to her stomach, fingers lazily tracing circles round the rim of her belly button.  He leaned down and gently blew on her tummy.  Then startled her when he began to alternately tickle her with butterfly kisses and wet raspberries.  Sylvie had never seen this side of him before.  Playful.  Laughing.  His mask was slipping.  He was letting down his guard.  Gone was the cold, curt, demanding demeanor, the arrogance.  Was this the real Connor?  Sylvie wiggled and giggled, trying to hold him at bay.  But her tormentor wouldn’t be satisfied until every inch of the area south of her rib cage and north of her panties was covered.

Connor pulled back to study her.  Sylvie was a far cry from the other women he’d been with.  She wasn’t a gold digger.  Quite the opposite!  To her way of thinking the rich were a devious, greedy, arrogant lot.  Their wealth proof of their numerous moral failings.  Her attitudes and behavior confounded him.  He thought all women were out beating the bushes in search of wealthy men.  Lying awake at night plotting ways to snare one.  But Sylvie was the exact opposite.  She hadn’t tried to seduce him, though he’d given her ample opportunity.  Instead, she’d kept him at arm’s length.  Maybe she was just smarter and more cunning than the rest?  The fact that she acted like she couldn’t care less about him, was what made her so damn intriguing.  It wasn’t every day he had to pursue a woman to get her into his bed.  They usually came willingly, in droves, fighting each other for the privilege.  But not this one!  Sylvie had to be dragged kicking and screaming.  But then that would make her submission all the sweeter.  His cock was throbbing.  He wanted her.

Connor’s hand moved to the top of her panties.  Sylvie’s body tensed, heart pounding wildly.  She breathed in a great gulp of air and tried to dial back the fight or flight response rising inside her.  She wanted him didn’t she?  Wanted to lie beneath him and feel him moving inside her?  So why was she terrified?  She’d lusted after him since the first day she came to work here.  Wasn’t this what she wanted?  Zero hour had arrived.  She had to make up her mind.  Shit or get off the pot Sylvie!  If she was going to put a stop to this, she’d better do it now—before it was too late!

His fingers slid over the silky fabric, coming to rest on her mound.  Before she could protest, Connor slipped his fingers between her legs and began fondling her through the panties.  Sylvie sucked in a deep breath.  God, it was really happening!  She was about to lose her virginity to this man.  Panic set in!

‘Connor, I don’t think this is such a good idea,’ Sylvie protested, trying to push his hand away.

Refusing to be deterred, he slid the silken fabric to the side and grinned at her when he felt how wet and slick she was.  ‘Could have fooled me!  If this is any indication, I’d say you’re ready and raring to go.’

Sylvie blanched.

‘Stop fighting me Sylvie.  You want this as much as I do.’  His fingers gently stroked the velvety petals of her sweet slit.  He explored every fold, every crevice, finally focusing on the little nub that peeked out at him from the lips at the top.  He rubbed the shy little knot, gently coaxing it out.

‘Oh!  Oh my God,’ Sylvie squealed in pleasure.  It felt so good.  It never felt like this when she touched herself.

‘Feel nice?’ he asked, looking smug.  Pleased that he was having this effect on her.  He repeatedly squeezed the little nub until he could feel it swelling from his efforts.  Connor brought his mouth to hers, in what was at first a gentle kiss.  But as his fingers continued to knead her bud, relentlessly pinching and releasing it, his kiss became fierce and demanding.  Like a heavy weight bearing down on her mouth.  He slipped his finger between her swelling nether lips, gathering more of her juices, and bringing them up to her throbbing clit.

‘Yes,’ she whispered, gasping, barely able to get the word out.

His finger played on her clit, as though he was a virtuoso and she his violin.  Every squeeze, every stroke elicited a reaction: a shudder, a moan, a wriggle.  He grabbed her bud, rolling it between his fingers, sending shock waves through her core.

She felt a tightening, a burning, a prickling.  He was igniting a fire deep inside her.  Sylvie felt hot, like she would combust, burst into flame at any second.  Queer stirrings emanated from her groin.  A visceral need to be touched, to be ravished, to be taken.  She groaned as it grew, becoming a gnawing, painful ache.

His fingers slipped into her.  First just the tip went in.  Then he penetrated her to the knuckle.  Finally the full length of his finger disappeared into her warm, wet passage.  Her honey covered his fingers.

‘I think we can dispense with these,’ he announced, pulling her panties down and exposing her bald mound and shorn pussy.

Sylvie gasped as he dragged the silk down her thighs and over her knees.  Finally yanking them off her ankles and dropping them to the floor.  She was panting with lust and longing.  Her stomach was doing flips and dips, climbing and plunging like a roller coaster.  She trembled at the thought of him inside her.  His cock filling her.

His hands coaxed her thighs apart.

Sylvie gasped, her fear palpable.  ‘No!  Let me go!  Stop!  Don’t do this!’

Connor hooked her legs over his shoulders and spread her legs wide apart.  Sylvie was mortified at being so exposed to him and tried to wiggle away.

‘Stay!’ he commanded.  ‘I’m not going to hurt you.  I’m going to make love to you.’

Sylvie tried to cover herself with her hands, but he roughly pushed them away.  She was his.  Disregarding her protests and pleas, Connor’s mouth and tongue began their assault.  He could see her most private places, smell them, taste them.  Her face went scarlet with embarrassment and shame.  She started to cry in humiliation.  But Connor wouldn’t be denied and began exploring the most intimate parts of her anatomy.  Places that had previously been off-limits to anyone, even herself.  His tongue hungrily licked at her clit, teasing and taunting, taking pleasure in the whimpers and moans he elicited.  Without warning, his tongue pushed into the tight warmth of her passage.

She couldn’t breathe.  Sylvie was gasping for air, trembling and groaning.  Pleasure rippled through her.  It was like electricity pulsing through her veins.  It was both excruciating and exquisite.  A rapturous torture.  A delectable torment.

His tongue continued to work its way in and out of her, licking and caressing her most intimate place.  He lapped at the moist swollen folds of flesh.  Then began to gently nip at her bud with his teeth.  The sensation was too much; she began writhing in response to both the pleasure and pain of it.  Delving deeper still, he explored her warm, soft insides, while his thumb and forefinger rolled, kneaded, and pinched her quivering nub.

Her bud was raw from his attention, aching and burning.  He gently began to finger her again.  She was tight, as though she hadn’t had sex in a very long time.  Too tight.  He eased in a second digit.  Twisting his fingers as he inserted them; he stretched and stroked her passage, his hand slick with her arousal.  She moaned, her hips lifting, as he drove his fingers deeper and deeper inside her.  She was ready.  He pulled out and turned his attention to her bare mound.  He brushed his lips against the silky skin, breathing deeply of her scent.  The clean smell of soap, the faint but enticing smell of musk.

Connor stood up without saying a word and began to undress, freeing himself from his cloths.  He ripped off his shirt, jeans, and finally his boxers.  Leaving them in a heap on the floor.

Sylvie gasped at the sight of him.  He was beautiful!  Perfect in every way.  Her eyes drank in every inch of his chiseled body: his pecs, his abs, his bulging biceps, long muscular legs, tight round ass, and his big, thick, glorious cock.  She couldn’t take her eyes off it.  She’d seen him naked on that first day, but his penis had been limp and smaller then.  The sight of his steely erection shocked her.  It wasn’t just big…it was huge!  At least twice as long as she remembered, maybe more, and twice as thick.  She stared at the purplish redness of its head, the long pulsating shaft, the ropelike blue veins engorged with blood, wondering how something that big was ever going to fit inside her.  She gulped.  Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all!

Sylvie looked scared as she watched a drop of pre-cum seep from the slit at the top of his cock.  Her eyes widened.  Connor’s fingers grazed her cheek.  Her chest heaved at his touch.

His hands moved quickly to her thighs.  Sylvie reacted as though he’d struck her and quickly clenched them tightly together.

‘I don’t think so little girl,’ he said, looking at her reproachfully.  He didn’t like teases!  ‘Open!’ he ordered, prying her legs apart.  ‘Wider!’ he commanded, tapping on her inner thigh.  He expected to be obeyed!

Sylvie’s face turned twenty shades of crimson as she spread her legs, splaying them for his pleasure.

In one fluid motion, Connor lay down on top of her, settling himself between her thighs.  ‘A little more,’ he instructed.  He watched her intently.  She looked like a deer caught in the glare of oncoming headlights…terrified, confused.  His gaze was so piercing, so unsettling, she had to turn away.

Sylvie obediently opened herself to him.  But she was conflicted, distressingly so.  Part of her wanted to feel his cock pounding and raking her insides, filling the emptiness.  The other part wanted to flee, disappear.  He kissed her.  A long, hard, deep kiss.  His body rubbing and grinding into hers.  She could feel her excitement building; it was a frightening mixture of pleasure, anticipation, and dread.  She closed her eyes, wanting to shut him out.

He positioned the plump crown of his throbbing manhood at her opening.  ‘Look at me!’ he ordered, as his cock plunged into the tight warmth of her womanhood.  Her muscles clenched against his invasion, but it was no use.  She whimpered as his rigid flesh penetrated deeper, stretching her opening wide.  She flailed at his chest, trying to push him off.  But her meager attempts at resistance only served to excite him more.  Sylvie screamed in pain as he pierced her again and again, burying himself deep inside her, shredding her virginity.

Connor pulled out then rammed into her again, impaling her on his cock.  Her hips bucked as he grabbed her still-tender bottom and began pumping furiously.  He expected, no demanded, her total surrender.

Connor’s hips rocked.  Each thrust driving deeper into her, stretching her till it felt like he would rip her apart with his lust.  The sensation alternated between unbearable pain and sublime pleasure.  She didn’t know which to obey.  Connor’s body jerked as her muscles alternately clenched, caressed, and squeezed his throbbing cock.  He could feel her trembling beneath him.

He drove into her hard, then pulled back from his invasion.  The force of each powerful thrust lifting her off the bed.  She shuddered at the ferocity of his assault; its brutal intensity.

Her throbbing sex tightened around him as he fucked her, plumbing her depths with single-minded diligence and flawless precision.

Connor filled her completely.  Her passage stretched to its limits to contain his girth.  He was so snugly encased inside her that every movement rubbed her raw.  The friction it produced was both torture and ecstasy.  Scalding, burning heat and blissful delirium.  She couldn’t take much more and began to writhe beneath him.

Connor could see that she was close.  She was panting, lips parted, eyes half-closed, head rolling from side to side.

‘You’re mine Sylvie.  Mine!  Say it!  Say it!’ he demanded, trying to keep himself from exploding inside her.

‘I’m yours,’ she whispered, tears forming in her eyes; her surrender complete.

Connor’s lips brushed her cheek seductively.  ‘Come for me Sylvie.  Do it now baby.  Now!’

Sylvie’s eyes rolled back, body arching, as the orgasm began to build.  Her fingers clawed at his back then grabbed his ass and squeezed hard.  Her mouth sought his.  She kissed and licked his lips.  Then began nipping and sucking as though she wanted to eat him alive.  She was wild: panting, gasping, thrashing, every muscle in her body vibrating.  Her hips rose and fell to meet each thrust.  Harder!  Faster!  Deeper!  Sylvie whimpered, softly at first.  But as the intensity increased she began moaning.  Her body convulsed as she spiraled out of control.  It felt like a volcanic eruption had gone off inside her, sending fiery sparks and flaming heat pulsating throughout her body.  She stiffened, shuddered, and shattered as wave after wave of divine pleasure rippled through her.

He watched her body quaking as she succumbed.  Now she was his!

Connor let go a groan of pleasure as he exploded inside her, the warmth of his cum bathing her insides.

He continued pumping, eking out every last drop of pleasure from their orgasms.  When he was completely spent, he collapsed on top of her.

They lay unmoving, tangled together, utterly and wonderfully exhausted.