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“But you know
that is impossible,” he says coldly as he dismisses her words. The sadness in
her eyes is evident, but he does not care as she continues to let him play in
her mouth.

He stops and
slowly removes himself from her mouth, and then quietly leaves the room without
saying a thing. Before he gets to the door he says: “I’ll be fucking you all
tied up throughout the night, so now is your break. Enjoy it, because when I
come back you will be the one begging me to stop!”

As he walks out
the room, he hears her moaning desperately, “Please don’t go, baby, please.”
The need in her voice is sexy to him. He turns around and winks at her before
slamming the door.

CHAPTER 3

Sierra Malcolm is the last child
of three by Vincent and Lynette Malcolm.
Sierra, whose father is of Scottish descent and mother English, was
given the Spanish name because her parents felt she was destined for great
heights, like the mountains themselves.
She is reminiscent of her mother
with her beautiful smile and good looks, but she did not inherit her mother’s
luxurious blonde locks or her light-blue eyes, nor did she inherit her father’s
grey eyes. Instead she has deep brown eyes that smoulder whenever she is
excited, like right now as she is called to get her degree certificate. She
did, however, inherit their pale white skin which is now glowing as she had
spent hours at the tanning salon the night before graduation. Her dark-brown
hair compliments her glowing skin. Sierra is wearing a custom-made dress by a
most sought-after French designer. Her stunning slim figure fits perfectly into
the dress that is hidden under her ceremonial gown.

As she walks up to
the podium, she sees her parents looking at her lovingly as she collects her Master’s
degree. Lynette Malcolm is dressed in a cream dress that almost matches her
pale skin and blonde hair. Her greyish-blue eyes brim with happiness as she
claps incessantly for her daughter. Vincent Malcolm is in a classic grey suit.
He claps calmly as his grey eyes widen with happiness at his daughter’s
achievement.

“We are so proud
of you, darling,” her mother says happily as she places a soft kiss on her
cheek.

“Me too, my
darling daughter,” says her father as he places a gentle kiss on her other
cheek

At the age of
twenty-two she is graduating from Oxford University with a distinction in her Master’s.
Her mother and father could not be any more proud of their little princess. She
has greatly impressed all her family and peers with her sheer intelligence. For
her first undergraduate degree she received first-class honours from Cambridge
University but decided to take her Master’s at Oxford.

Although there
are only three people maximum admitted in the graduation hall per student, many
more had come and waited outside to see her in her ceremonial attire. Everyone
is ecstatic about her accomplishments at one of the best universities in the
United Kingdom and the world. “You’ve made us so proud,” her father beams
happily at her. She smiles gladly, hugging him lovingly.

The entourage
moves from Oxford to Kensington where her parents live in a magnificent mansion
that Vincent, the patriarch of the family, had designed himself for his
beautiful wife. The building has character and history as it initially belonged
to Vincent’s great-great-grandparents. The mansion had become worn out over the
years so he chose to re-establish it in its former glory but with a modern
appeal. The Malcolms are a family of style and beauty, with the blonde-grey-haired
Vincent the head of the family.

However, in
recent years the fortunes of the family has been dwindling due to the recession,
taxes and matters that Vincent does not divulge to his family. However they are
rich compared to the rest of the population.

The Malcolm’s
real estate is in a part of London that is mostly inhabited by wealthy people.

Sierra’s father
is a multimillionaire, but in recent years his wealth has gone down substantially.
However her father made sure his children had all the luxuries available to
them and if that meant overly spoiling them, so be it. The Malcolms have
privileges that are available only to a certain few. But it all came at a cost
to the patriarch of the family.

Some might say
that poverty was slowly creeping to his door, but only the rich would say such
a thing. The masses thought he was filthy rich, but he knew he was becoming
poorer.

As the entourage makes
its way to Kensington for Sierra’s graduation party, Sierra lovingly kisses her
father on the cheek. The old man is deep in thought but he manages a smile for
his youngest child.

The party thrown
by her parents is superb and Sierra is having the night of her life, when a
handsome stranger walks up behind her, his eyes green with envy. The figure in
front of her is almost perfection personified in her mind. He is tall and
well-built with a slim frame, dressed in a finely tailored designer suit. He is
exquisite. He gives her a bright smile and she feels her knees weaken at the
sight of him.

“Would you like
another glass of champagne?” he says to her.

Not sure of what
to say, she just nods. The handsome stranger seems familiar but she cannot
ascertain where she knows him from, but he looks a similar age to her elder
brother.

“Forgive my
rudeness. My name is Sebastian Benoit; I also went to Oxford a few years ago
with your older brother. I am twenty-seven years of age, and a plastic surgeon
on Harley Street with my own practice.”

He places a soft
kiss on the back of her hand. She feels shivers flow through her from the touch
of his lips on her skin, as she breathes softly.

“I must admit
you are absolutely beautiful; there is nothing a surgeon like myself would want
to change about you.”

Not sure of whether
to take his comment as a compliment or see him as just a guy that is way too
confident with the ladies, she inclines to the latter, but still thanks him.

Sierra can see
perspiration forming on Sebastian’s skin. She knows that she awakens a desire
within him as he clearly becomes embarrassed at the uneasiness created by the
sight of the lovely young hostess. She stares at him intently, almost taunting
him as he smiles awkwardly at her. He seems to become embarrassed for some
reason, and excuses himself and walks away.

Her heart rate quickens
as he retreats and walks away from her. His walk has an aura of urgency, which
intrigues her. For one to be in a hurry but still maintain composure made the
doctor more interesting for her. She laughs almost instinctively at the social
wreck she had made out of Doctor Benoit, before continuing drinking her
champagne happily.

****

The following day, after a night
of drinking and partying at her parents’ home for her graduation, Sierra is at
Harrods in Knightsbridge having cocktails with her friends, when she sees him
again. He is sexier than she remembered. As he gets closer, her friend Alison
gives her a certain look, almost as if she’s jealous of the handsome man that
is staring directly at Sierra. Sierra sees the look but dismisses it as Alison
is her best friend.

Sebastian looks
dapper in a midnight-blue suit. She is happy to see him because she knows she is
looking incredibly hot and that he is lusting for her. She had seen his
uneasiness around her the night before and she knew he wanted her just as much
as she wanted him. On this particular afternoon, she is wearing tight neon
skinny jeans with a pair of nude high heels topped off with a white cropped
shirt. She had sensed Sebastian taking in her attire from head to toe before
she even fully laid eyes on him.

“Well hello,
Sebastian, I didn’t expect to see you here,” she says, pretending as if she is
oblivious to the fact that he seems to be purposely following her to gain her
attention.

She senses that
he is beginning to feel embarrassed by his obvious infatuation as his cheeks blush
red.

Noticing and
feeling sympathy at his embarrassment, she eases the tension by inviting him to
sit with her and her friends while she orders a bottle of champagne for her
newly invited guest. She can’t stop staring at his green eyes. The deeper she
looks, the more she longs for him.

Her mind races
to thoughts of him stripping off her clothes there and then and having his
wicked way with her till she begs him for mercy.

“Are you
alright, Si?” asks Alison.

“Yes, I’m fine,
I was just thinking about …” Realising what she was about to say, she stops
herself and quickly changes the subject.

Sierra’s friends
had planned to go clubbing so they leave her and Sebastian together in
Knightsbridge. She kisses her best friend Alison on the cheeks before saying
goodbye to the rest of the ladies, then she faces Sebastian and notices his
hypnotic stare as it tries to entice her.

As they sit in
the bar they both become lost for words. She finally utters something about
taking a black cab home because her friend had driven her to the bar.

Sierra notices
how cleverly Sebastian seizes an opportunity to be in her good books, by offering
to drop her off in his Aston Martin. She accepts his offer and they leave the
bar.

The car is fast
and smooth, just like the gentleman driving it. Sebastian has control of the
car and Sierra imagines how it would feel if he took control of her body like
he does his vehicle. Her body shivers at the thought. He’s focused, his green
eyes concentrating on the road with intensity. It excites her as she thinks of
how blissful it would feel to have him concentrate on her body in such a way.
Enjoying the ride, she lets him know she doesn’t want to go home immediately.

He takes her to
his penthouse apartment in Canary Wharf. The flat is beautiful and has stunning
decor. For a man he has impeccable taste and she is quite impressed with Doctor
Benoit. A huge chandelier hangs from the ceiling; she is shocked that the
colours of the bulbs change depending on what he wants, simply by stating a
colour.

Sierra is
impressed at his sense of style. He offers her a glass of rosé while taking her
jacket off her. Inviting her to explore his suite, she gladly obliges. The
master bedroom is magnificently decorated. A painting by Pablo Picasso is mounted
on the wall, and yet again she is pleasantly surprised. Not only is this
particular painting by the artist a rare one, but she knows that it is
expensive even though it is not the original.

She has always been
attracted to men who are into the arts. Whether written, sung, spoken, seen,
heard, or played, she just likes artistic men. So not only does Sebastian have
great taste and style, but he is also into the arts. She smiles to herself,
knowing that he is ticking all the boxes in her head. The Jacuzzi in his en
suite gleams at her as if it’s inviting her to get naked. She ignores the
thought and hurriedly follows him to the kitchen.

Sebastian asks
her what she wants to eat. Being a lover of seafood she requests lobster and
prawns. Not only does he tick all her boxes, he has all the right ingredients
in his fridge, and he proceeds to cook lobster and prawns for her.

“Wow,” she says
out loud, unable to keep her admiration of him to herself. “I didn’t know you
had such fine culinary skills.”

“Well I don’t
like to brag, but I do,” he smiles playfully. His smile is dashing and it
drives her wild inside as his eyes sparkle.

The aroma of the
food entices her as he ushers her to the dining table. He looks provocative in an
apron that barely fits around his muscular physique. He almost looks as good as
the food. The man is too damn fine, she thinks to herself as she feels
butterflies in her stomach, not sure if it’s her hunger or just the feelings he
gives her.

The food is
literally finger-licking good, and as she is about to lick the gravy off her
fingers, he tells her to stop. Walking towards her, he takes one of her fingers
in his mouth and licks the gravy off for her. She feels her lace panty getting
moist. The feel of his tongue and lips on her flesh arouses her. She can’t wait
for dessert, as she imagines ripping the clothes off him afterwards. She looks
at him with a subtle admiration as he continues to tick all the boxes she has
in her head about her ideal man. He is tall, sexy, well-educated and has enough
of his own money to not want any of hers, or rather her father’s.

She hears him
say her full name “Sierra Malcolm” almost as if her last name is the only
relevant part of her name, and she remembers that she is a woman making it in a
man’s world. She does not want her father’s name or money to validate her. She
wants to make it on her own with her own talents and strengths, but being from
the Malcolm family makes it extremely hard to step away from the title of
Vincent Malcolm’s youngest and his only daughter. She sometimes resents her last
name as she feels it opens doors for her but not for all the right reasons. She
wants to be a force all by herself, not because of who her father is. She is
almost angered at the fact that she lives in a man’s world, until her brown
eyes meet Sebastian’s envious green stare. She sees that he craves her
attention, so she blocks the previous thought from her mind and smiles
sensuously at him.