James was on fire. Her velvet insides were squeezing him greedily, the warmth of her pressed against the inferno beginning at the base of his cock and moving upwards. He was sweating, when did he ever sweat? His lips sought out a pink nipple, suckling it hard. The only thing that seemed to matter was the clutching warmth and softness of being inside Maura and the whimpers she tried to hold back. Frantically moving his mouth to hers, he whispered against her lips, "I want to hear every moan, every little gasp you make. They belong to me. You are not allowed to keep them from me." Sucking her lower pips between his, James grinned, gratified to hear her moan in a deep and helpless gasp.
“I can feel you everywhere…” Maura’s moans drifted off until he brought her attention abruptly back to him with an especially greedy thrust. Her corresponding yelp made him groan, sending his sinuous hips into overdrive, pushing up into her, scooping back out. Feeling her heels slide down from his hips to his taut ass, squeezing him, James closed his eyes, gritting his teeth against his orgasm. Gathering his senses, he put his lips to her ear, feeling goosebumps sprout helplessly along her slim neck.
"Darling..." he managed, "sweet girl, it's time for you to come for me. Come for me, sweetheart. Come for your Sir." As her legs started shaking, James added sharply, "Now, Maura!" With a shriek, she let go under him, squeezing so hard against his thrusting dick that he shoved desperately into her, as far as he could go, feet bracing against the footboard to hold himself inside her as her body shook and trembled against his.
His hands held her face gently, steady as his eyes looked into hers, watching her try to look away, to avoid the intensity of his gaze. But his heated grasp drew her back. "Even those tears belong to me," James soothed, licking the moisture off her soft cheeks as tears spilled over her spiky lashes. "You belong to me..." he groaned as he came in a rush of heat and relief, feeling their combined finish slick over his cock, dripping down his legs and onto his sheets as he held her trembling body tightly.
Chapter 5: I Do So Enjoy Watching You Blush
In which Maura encounters the awkwardness of The Morning After.
It's not as if Maura hadn't woken up sore from taking a beating before. As she'd said to her class, her Da saw to that. But, stretching one long leg painfully and then the other, the beating her body took from James all night was a completely different thing. There wasn't an inch of skin that he hadn't licked, sucked, bitten over the course of the very, very long night. Rolling over carefully to take stock of her injuries, she had to admit it was far more pleasant than waking up back in their little house in Belfast after her Da's latest drunken rage.
Just as she was slowly sitting up in bed, James walked into the bedroom, a smile curving one corner of his mouth. "Feeling a little under the weather, darling?"
She looked at him resentfully from under a curtain of black curls. "I'm fine, Mr. Pine." Maura instantly felt foolish, but what was she supposed to call her boss? He’d easily dismantled all her long-held defenses last night - four times - after treating her with nothing but professional disinterest since he'd hired her all those months ago.
His brows drawing together told her this had been the wrong answer. "Now, now, Maura. That's not what you called me last night, is it?"
His wicked smile made her flush painfully. James sat on the bed, leaning his bare, sculpted chest into her. He was only wearing black lounging pants and she could see, with some alarm, that his crotch was already beginning to swell.
"Mmm..." he hummed approvingly, reaching out one broad palm and running it down her cheek, neck, and then over the swell of her breasts. "I do so enjoy watching you blush, it's impossible for you to hide it. It starts on these pink tips of yours-" James leaned down to draw one nipple into his mouth, then the other. "-then moves up this lovely, long neck..."
Maura closed her eyes, biting back a groan.
"And then that sweet rosy flush covers your cheeks," he purred, hovering over her as he chastely kissed one high cheekbone, and then the other. She could feel his lips pull up in a grin along her skin as the moan she'd been trying to hold down made its way out her lips. "I told you, I own those sweet noises. You are not allowed to hide them from me."
"Mr. Pine, uh, James- um- damn!" Maura felt another blush rising up her chest. "What the hell should I call you?"
Pushing her down on her back and sliding his lean hips between her legs, he gazed down at her with those blasted, beautiful, penetrating blue eyes. "You call me Sir."
His lips fell greedily back on hers as James heard that sweet hitch in her breath. His hands started moving restlessly over her, but as his heated, silk-covered crotch started rubbing persuasively against her bare one, Maura moaned painfully before she could stifle it. He pulled back with a frown. "Am I hurting you?" His eyes ran over her clinically, then he raised up. "Oh, my poor darling, you're sore, aren't you? And I left you covered in bites and bruises. Not exactly my most honorable moment as a gentleman."
Clutching the sheet to her breasts, she refused to look at the smirking man. "I somehow suspect you are not at all contrite, Sir." The title slipped out without a thought, and Maura cursed herself.Nice, Maura, you jumped right into ‘docile cow’ status there. Well done.
"Poor thing," he consoled, moving down her body, peppering her with gentle kisses. "I can help you feel better." Maura's overtaxed center throbbed painfully when James’s lips landed on her, but his warm tongue and persuasive suckling on her clit made her sigh and arch her back.
His hands kept her still with his grip on her hip bones, James ran his mouth over her lower lips. Maura's center was swollen and red, and he diabolically soothed her with more sucks and kisses, murmuring teasingly. "Such a pretty pussy, darling. So sweet..." When his tongue ran into the slim furrow and darted inside her, her fingers slid into his silky curls, gasping her appreciation. Smoothly sliding one thick finger, then two inside her, he grinned against her delicate, swollen clit as he felt her move against him. Sadistically holding her hips motionless, he continued the soft suckle of lips and tongue of her clit as he lightly rubbed inside her, his long fingers reaching and stroking deeper than she knew was possible.
The G-spot?Maura thought, dazed and half-conscious with pleasure.Whatever, there's no such thing, but my god that’s… oh! I hate him for this. I hate that he’s so goddamned good at it!She was alternately aroused and horrified when James lifted his face to smile at her, his lips and chin glistening with her slick.
"Don't turn your beautiful eyes away from me," James ordered, "you will watch me. I own your delicious cunt, and you will see me enjoy it." He darted back down and she moaned again, helplessly. The shaking from his laughter only heightened her arousal until she literally came against her will, hips desperately trying to move against the hard press of his hands. Listening to her helpless gasps, he grinned and suckled her clit one more time, gently pressing his fingers back against her sensitive walls inside.
"Please, Sir, I appreciate all the effort here," Maura moaned, "but I am so far past enjoying- I’m losing all the feeling below my waist. That can’t be good.”
Reluctantly, James drew his long fingers out of her and gently gave her sore clit one more soft kiss, smiling at her involuntary shudder. "Here, darling, I'm going to give you a bath."
Laying exhausted in his gigantic white tub while her boss sat on his knees beside her was an utterly surreal experience for Maura. Her sexual experience was admittedly limited- she was slow to trust, and then being recruited by MI6 directly out of University didn't help matters. Maura was too afraid of compromising her hard-won position to be intimate with anyone once she became an intelligence agent. Sir- James, she angrily corrected, was her first lover in over four years.
But to have the warm, capable hands of a man she knew had used them to garrote, stab, or shoot another human being run gently instead over her was impossible to reconcile with the brutal crime lord who hired her. Closing her eyes, she could feel him gently lift an arm, running a soft sponge over her, or a foot, kissing her toes when he rinsed them.
"Here, darling, step out now," his voice roused her from a half-sleep, and Maura obediently raised her arms as he put them around his neck, lifting her from the tub and setting her on the thick white rug. He knelt behind her, gradually drying her soft skin and hair. James lifted her easily to rub lotion on her. But Maura balked, confused as he attempted to put her over his lap. "Shhhh..." he soothed, "I'm just going to make this lovely little pussy less sore, all right?"
"How?" She hated how small her voice sounded.
"I'm going to rub some cream on you. You won't hurt as much as you're healing." Perversely, James's voice sounded so kind. Maura never heard his exquisite British accent without an edge of mockery or cruelty. But try as she might, she could hear nothing but concern for her comfort. Laying her wet curls and cheek on his thigh, she carefully tried to soften her rigid stance. If she'd been looking up at her boss, Maura would have seen the look of absolute triumph as he watched her trustingly relax against him.
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