Starr Fated (36 page)

“So beautiful.
You are so beautiful,” I murmured in awe.

I slowly bent
down to kiss one nipple through her bra, while I caressed her other
breast, before swapping sides, and repeating my actions. Her breath
hitched as I sucked, and then nipped each nipple, still through the
lace of her bra. She threw her head back and grasped my head
between her hands as she groaned with pleasure.

“Oh God, Liam,
that feels so good,” she moaned in a husky voice.

I lifted my
head to see that her eyes were dilated with desire – desire for me,
and what I was doing to her.

As I kissed
her, I slid my hand down her body and very lightly ran the tip of
my index finger over her the crotch of her knickers, just to test
her reaction, to see if she shrank away from such an intimate
touch. She didn't, in fact she instinctively arched herself towards
my hand. It would have been so easy to carry on, take things
further, but I resisted the temptation.

“Here endeth
the first lesson,” I whispered, as I carefully did up the buttons
of her dress, then gently stood her up and pulled her dress down
while she leant unsteadily against me.

“Liam…I…” she
stuttered, as she looked at me in bewilderment.

“Don’t want
you to over stimulate you on your first lesson, do we?” I smirked,
ignoring the desperate unsatisfied ache in my balls.

“I’ve been
accused of being a cock tease in the past, but you are such a…
a…”

“I think the
term you are looking for is a pussy tease,” I chuckled.

Seraphina
blushed deep red in embarrassment.

“Well maybe I
wouldn’t have used that term,” she muttered.

“What word
would you have used use then? What do you prefer? The waffley way
some people just refer to ‘down there’ or ‘your sex’? Or maybe the
correct medical term of vagina?”

She burst out
laughing when I said that, but I wanted to get her used to talking
about these things. I didn't want there to be any embarrassment or
silly whisperings, and truthfully I rather enjoyed indulging in
dirty talk in certain scenarios, so I wanted to get her used to the
idea.

“Not vagina
then. Okay, so what’s wrong with calling it your pussy? I think
it’s rather a sweet word, and it’s what I like to use. Of course
the dirty word is cunt, which is a very naughty word, isn’t it?” I
whispered in her ear. “But sometimes it’s fun to be naughty,
wouldn’t you agree?”

“You are such
a bad boy, aren’t you Liam? I’m way out of my depth with you,” she
sighed, as she clung to me.

“Don’t worry.
Your own personal bad boy will always be here to rescue you. I
won’t let you sink in the depths.”

Once we were
both decent, I walked her down to her apartment.

“One last
thing, Seraphina. No touching yourself to relieve the sexual
tension I'm building. Do you understand? You are not to touch
yourself in any way. Save it all up and I promise it’ll be worth
the wait.”

Seraphina’s
mouth dropped open in shock, but she just mutely nodded her head
before she disappeared inside. I went back to the solitude of my
apartment, undeniably frustrated, but also immensely pleased with
how Seraphina had reacted tonight.

Liam
Starr was
a controlling
bastard who played me and wound me up over that first weekend that
we were together until I was in such a state of turmoil that at
times I didn't know whether to kiss him or slap him. All I knew was
that I couldn’t resist him, except that I didn't have to resist him
because he always pulled back just as I thought I was finally going
to get some form of sexual relief, although I still didn't know
exactly what that relief would feel like, did I?

He’d forbidden
me to touch myself, and he reminded me of that again on Saturday
night when we parted, having spent most of the day together
wandering around and exploring the Butler’s Wharf area. Then we’d
returned to my apartment where I cooked us a simple pasta meal that
he enthusiastically wolfed down. Then he started paying all his
games with me again.

What was so
annoying, what I didn't understand, was that I found myself unable
to go against Liam’s order not to touch myself, despite the fact
that tucked away at the back of one of my drawers in the bedroom,
still in its box, was a scary looking Rampant Rabbit vibrator from
Ann Summers that Abbey had given me last year on my birthday, to
try and get me to experiment.

“It’s the same
model I’ve got. I use it when I'm not seeing anyone and feeling a
bit horny, or sometimes I use it to perk things up with a partner.
Takes a bit of getting used to, but believe me, this is the best
type of BOB there is,” she’d explained.

“BOB?” I’d
asked in total puzzlement.

“Battery
Operated Boyfriend. BOB. Never lets you down, never suffers from
brewers droop, as long as you remember to keep some spare batteries
to hand. And this one really isn’t that noisy, in case you’re
worried what other people might think,” she’d told me.

I’d never even
been tempted to take it out of its packaging before, and the only
reason I'd brought it with me was that I'd been embarrassed at the
thought of one of the boys finding it if they’d gone in my old room
to clear things out.

Now I found
myself looking at it longingly, desperate to ease this aching and
tingling and craving I had in the depths of my…pussy. Liam made me
use all sorts of words that didn't come naturally to me, but they
seemed sexy and arousing when he used them. Somehow I knew if I
went ahead and played around with BOB, he would know. He would also
know if I spent too long in the shower relieving myself, or if I
acted out what I wanted him to do to me in bed with my fingers. He
was building up my tension like a coiled spring, and he knew
precisely how tightly wound I should be. So I just had to suffer,
as he well knew. Bastard. I bet he wasn’t holding himself back from
some self love. Perhaps I should ask him. He kept telling me that
he wanted me to speak freely, to ask him any questions as he was my
sexual tutor.

That Liam had
amazing self control was without question, even though he made no
secret of the fact that he was extremely turned on during our
making out session on Saturday evening. We stuck to his rule of
keeping our clothes on, but when I let my hand rest against his
fly, of course I felt his enormous erection.

“Do you like
the feel of my cock? That’s what I call it, but is there another
name you’d prefer to use?” he asked me with a dirty smirk.

I blushed and
mumbled something about not having any other preference, but I felt
unable to remove my hand from this intriguing and fascinating part
of his anatomy.

“So answer my
question, Seraphina. Do you like the feel of my cock? Because my
cock sure as hell likes the feel of your hand.” He slowly took my
hand to rub it up against his length.

“Answer me,”
he commanded.

“Yes, I like
the feel of it,” I squeaked.

“Then undo my
trousers so that you can get an even better feel,” he ordered, his
deep blue eyes blazing into me.

“I..err..I…” I
stuttered, unable to tear my eyes away from his.

“You know you
want to. You know you want to feel my length, to help you imagine
what it’ll feel like when I finally let your pussy have my cock,”
he whispered wickedly. “Because I know you’re soaking wet for me,
isn’t that right, Seraphina? So undo my zip.”

I nearly
combusted on the spot, but of course he was right. Bastard. I no
longer cared or worried about how something that size was going to
fit. All I knew was that I desperately wanted him inside me.

I slowly undid
the zip of his trousers with a shaking hand, and then felt him
through his fitted white boxers. He felt long and hard and
massive.

“Yessss,” he
hissed, as he sucked the air in through his teeth. “That’s it. Feel
how hard my cock is, just for you. This will be my gift to you,
this will be your reward for being such a good, patient girl. My
cock is going to drive you wild with pleasure when you decide
you’re finally ready to let me delve deep into your pussy,” he
whispered, his eyes closed as I let my fingers explore.

“Can you feel
all of my cock? And these are my balls, you mustn’t forget them,
but they need a very special touch.”

He guided my
hand downwards, and I found myself fascinated to feel their
softness though his boxers. I really wanted to see what I was
touching, but of course that wasn’t allowed yet. He was so good at
this game. He was ensuring that by the time we actually got around
to making love, I would already have lost most of my inhibitions.
He was a brilliant teacher, a Master in fact. Oh my God. My Master.
He was completely dominating me, wasn’t he? He was calling all the
shots, each and every one. And I was loving every freaking second
of it. It was the most exciting, sensual, erotic game I had ever
played. It was a good job we’d agreed that I wouldn’t start at
Starr Capital until Simon Draper left, because with my current
scattered wits I would have found it hard to concentrate on my new
job.

~*~

I insisted
that Liam had Jamie round as usual for Sunday lunch, so when Abbey
rang me on Sunday morning and asked if I was free to meet up with
her at the Victoria and Albert Museum where she was heading to do
some research in their Fashion Collection section, I jumped at the
chance, preferring not to be anywhere near the brothers while they
met up.

In some ways
it would be a welcome relief from the intensity of spending several
hours at a time with Liam, but I’d also miss him. How had this all
happened so quickly? No, it would be good to get away and spend
time with my best friend, I decided.

I’ve always
enjoyed browsing round the V & A, so I was happy to tag along
with Abbey. We were going to have some lunch there too, and it
happily distracted my mind from what might be happening between
Liam and Jamie.

Inside the
museum, I put my phone on silent, then Abbey and I spent a happy
few hours, gossiping and viewing the exhibits. I avoided giving too
many details when she asked about the state of play between Liam
and me, because I wasn’t ready to share the intimate details until
I’d processed them further in my own head. Luckily Abbey picked up
my reluctance and didn't push things. She knew me well enough to
understand that I’d talk to her when I was ready.

It wasn’t
until we were about to part company at around four o’clock that I
took my phone out of my bag to check it.

“Shit!” I
exclaimed. There were six missed calls and three text messages, all
from Liam wanting to know where I was, each one more demanding in
its tone than the previous one.

“What’s the
matter?” Abbey asked.

“It’s Liam.
He’s going totally ape shit because I didn't tell him I was going
out, or where I’d be. He thinks I've been ignoring his calls,” I
explained.

“Tough. He
doesn’t own you. You really need to stand up to him and nip this
kind of overbearing behaviour in the bud. Even if he did buy you a
pair of divine Jimmy Choos, that still doesn’t give him the right
to know your every movement,” she advised.

“I know you’re
right. It’s just that everything has been going so well between
us,” I sighed. A row with Liam would not be a pleasant experience,
that much I was sure about.

“Start off as
you mean to go on. He’s so used to controlling every little piece
of his empire that he’s forgetting that you’re not part of it.
Don’t let him walk all over you.”

“I thought you
approved of Liam.”

“I do, but
that doesn’t mean to say I can't see his faults. Just tell him
you’ll be back when you’re good and ready, and let him stew for a
bit longer.”

“Hmm, I’d best
call him back, put him out of his misery.”

“Okay, hun,
you do whatever you think best. Just don’t be a doormat is all I'm
saying. Look, I've really got to dash, so I’ll see you again
soon.”

“Bye,
Abbey.”

I took a deep
breath, then rang Liam’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“Where the
fuck have you been?”

“If you’re
going to swear at me, I’ll just hang up,” I told him. I heard him
exhale loudly.

“I've been
worried about you.”

“Why? You were
busy, so I met up with Abbey,” I explained.

“But why
didn't you answer my calls or texts? That’s why I gave you with a
decent phone, so that we could always keep in touch.”

“We were in
the V & A; I had my phone on silent. It’s what you do in a
museum.”

“But don’t you
check your phone regularly, especially when it’s on silent?”

“Yes, and
that’s how come I've seen your messages now. But while I was
looking round I didn't feel the need to constantly check my phone.
I knew you were occupied with your brother.”

“I got rid of
him hours ago so that I could spend time with you, only to discover
you’d gone missing without bothering to leave a message to tell me
where you’d gone.”

“I wasn’t
missing. I just assumed you’d be busy all afternoon, because I
remembered that Jamie never used to get back from his lunch with
you until early evening.”

“He couldn’t
wait to get back to this girl he’s seeing, and I didn't mind
because I wanted to be with you. I miss you,” he sighed. “I’ll be
away on business again this week, so I wanted to make the most of
this weekend.”

“Well, you
didn't tell me you were going away, did you?” I argued. “You need
to remember that I have other friends I want to see, so you can't
just assume I’ll always be free and at your beck and call. I do
have a life of my own.”

“I suppose we
both have some adjusting to do. Look, I don’t want to argue. Are
you on your way back now?”