"I’m having trouble focusing here, Sir,” she moaned.
He put his cheek next to hers, making her look down again, Maura could feel the bristle of his unshaven skin against hers, his warm breath on her face. "When you press here-"
“Th- there?” she wheezed, “That’s nice.”
James forced her finger to make one more pass over her g-spot while his torturous thumb increased its movements. "This is what makes you come with those lovely, twining squeezes; can you feel it?" Still staring at their joined fingers, Maura gasped and came, arching helplessly against the heel of his hand holding her pelvis down. He closed his eyes, painfully hard now at the feel of their fingers getting soaked together. Deliberately, he pushed them against the spot again, relishing the moans as she came again, gently grinding the heel of his palm against her clit as she tried to pull her fingers out. "I so adore your beautiful face when you come apart," he breathed into her ear, still moving their fingers inside. "I want to see that expression one. More. Time." He punctuated each word with a kiss on the artery throbbing frantically in her neck.
"Sir," she moaned, "I don’t think I can- OH!” Maura wailed as his clever fingers pushed their joined ones deeper and incredibly, she felt herself coming again. To her utter shock, a rush of moisture slid down between them, drenching his hand and shirt sleeve. She tried to hide her embarrassed face behind a curtain of hair, but James chuckled, moving the curls behind her ear and enjoying the vivid blush.
"What a lovely gift, darling." His tone was pleased and greedy. Pulling their wet fingers out, he pulled them up to her mouth. "Aren't you utterly delicious? Have a taste." James slid his finger and hers into her mouth, forcing Maura to taste the truth of the pleasure he’d brought her. He pulled the square of linen from his suit pocket, then shook his head. "I'm afraid it's going to take more than a handkerchief to tidy you, Pet." He stood, his painfully large erection right in front of her for a moment before walking into the bathroom and retrieving a hand towel. Looking down, she let out a humiliated moan to see a puddle from her pooling on the chair, staining the back of her dress and slicking along her bare thighs.
James knelt down in front of her, wiping her legs and between them, then the little pool of fluid from the chair. She could see the wet marks on his shirt sleeve and wanted to die right there from embarrassment. Glancing up to her face, he 'tsked' gently. "Have you never gushed as you've come before, Pet?" Maura shook her head, wishing she was anywhere but here. "There's nothing sexier," he whispered into her ear. Finishing with the towel, He pulled her up from the chair and started unzipping her dress, eyeing the wetness at the hem with a filthy grin. Pulling a dry pair of undies up her legs, he wrapped her in a hotel robe and put her in bed, drawing up the covers. "Now you can rest, Pet." He dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Don't you feel better now?" When she couldn't look at him, James leaned over her, hands pressed on either side of her head. "Answer me."
Clearing her throat, Maura whispered, "Yes, Sir."
"Very good, Pet." James stood and buttoned his suit jacket. "I have a meeting downstairs. You have two men here; you may ask them for whatever you need. Try to get some rest." Lifting his shirt sleeve to his nose, he gave a long, appreciative sniff, chuckling at her mortified gasp. Turning the lights down, he left the suite, leaving Maura to fall instantly asleep.
Chapter 17: Dining with Satan
In which Maura experiences what it’s like to be treated like a delicate flower.
Maura woke as the sun was setting over the ocean outside the doors of the suite. She lay still for a moment, trying to place where she was. The lingering effects of James's evil drug weighed down her muscles, twitching with the need to move. Creeping out of the bed, she checked the terrace first. Her mouth pursed in thought.Three-story drop to the beach, I can rappel off the terrace below-
"Mr. Pine says you're not allowed out here," a voice growled behind her. Spinning, she spotted not one but two bodyguards. Without a word, she walked back in, slamming the doors behind her.
“James said two..." she calculated, making her way across the bedroom. The first bolt of fear struck her heart when she swayed, suddenly having to lean against the door for support. "How long does this devil's brew stay in me?" Still dizzy but determined, she opened the suite doors to the front room to find yet two more men, slumped on the sofa and watching a cricket match in Arabic.
Damn that man straight to hell! Maura longed to hit someone, anyone, but all of her strength at the moment was occupied in standing up.
"Mr. Pine says-"
"I know, I know!" she snapped, "I'm not allowed!"
As if he'd been called with a summoning spell at a crossroads, the Devil himself appeared, talking with two more guards he'd stationed outside the door. Two bodyguards my arse, she thought, unreasonably pleased he thought she was dangerous enough to require six men to keep her in check. Another bout of dizziness made her sway. James was there in a moment, picking her up easily and heading back into the bedroom.
"Still dizzy, Pet?" She nodded, trying to wiggle free of him. He was too close to her - the heat of him sweeping over her chilled skin, warming her. "Hmm, perhaps I gave you too generous a dose," he pondered, smirking a little as her eyes narrowed. "But you've also not eaten since yesterday, or judging by your untouched trays at the house, the day before."
James set her on a big chaise lounge just outside the terrace doors where Maura could see the dazzling expanse of the Mediterranean. He returned with a tray set with a large glass container of juice, bread, cheese, and sweets. "You'll feel better once you restore your blood sugar." He settled next to her on the padded seat, pouring her a glass of juice. Maura eyed the glass suspiciously, making no move to take it. He laughed. "There's nothing in this, Pet. Only fresh-squeezed orange and mango."
After downing half the glass, Maura sat for a moment. James removed his jacket and tie, rolling up his sleeves. She watched him pop a small fig in his mouth, staring thoughtfully at the sea. "How was your meeting?" she asked, not liking the quiet intimacy of the moment.
He smiled at her knowingly, "Oh, let's not discuss business, so boring." James lifted a tiny, fragrant olive to her mouth. "Try this, they're delicious." Maura raised her hand to take it from him, but he shook his dark head. "Open your mouth." She resentfully did as she was told, chewing the savory olive as he watched closely. "Good?" She nodded, taking another drink of her juice. "Have another, Pet."
James held another to her full lips, but she leaned back. "Thank you," Maura said carefully, "but I can feed myself. Sir." She added hastily, hoping to soften him. It didn't work, and James held the morsel to her lips again.
"Open, Pet." His voice was deeper, and looking at him, Maura could see the polar blue sweep into his irises. Reluctantly she did, letting him hand-feed her. The feeling of passivity was excruciating for her, having to accept nourishment from the large hand of Satan.
Finally, she pleaded, "I'm very full, thank you." He smiled, taking a linen napkin and wiping her lips. Oh, GOD, he's wiping my mouth? Like an infant? James's thin lips curled up; he must know his relentless babying was driving her mad.
"How do you feel?"
"Better, thank you," she answered, surprised to find that it was true. Suddenly desperate to move, Maura pleaded, "Do you think I could take a walk? Just on the beach? I won't go far."
His eyes narrowed. "Not at the moment, I fear. We need to get ready for tonight."
"What's- what's tonight?" He was already pulling her to her feet.
"Dinner with our guests, Pet." Still pulling her by her hand, James drew her into the bathroom, turning on the shower and starting to undress. He looked up, pulling his shirt off. Maura stared at his leanly muscled chest until she caught his knowing grin. "Take that off," he ordered.
