TouchofaDom (12 page)

She came with a great cry as he continued to work her with
his cock.

As her climax faded, he came, pressing harder and deeper
than before, taking her up again until she climaxed a second time and collapsed
on the bed, the weight of his body covering her, enfolding her in his embrace
as he whispered, “You’re wonderful.”

“So are you.” She barely had breath or energy to say it but
she managed.

He moved, slipping out of her, and somehow they both crawled
onto the bed and under the covers. Her body throbbed and ached and thrilled as
her climax eased and she closed her eyes, nestling against him.

“Did I please you?” he asked. “Was that what you needed?”

“Oh, Branko, yes.”

He curled up beside her. “Good. I’ll do that to you again
and again.”

She hoped so.

* * * * *

Branko opened his eyes and stared first at the ceiling, then
turned to look at Adele, warm by his side. Something deep in him stirred, and
it wasn’t just his cock. She was magical. No other word for her. Beautiful, her
face still flushed from lovemaking and her lips parted as she breathed gently.
He wasn’t sure he knew the right word to describe her as a lover. Submissive
didn’t tell the half of it. Yes, she was submissive and stirred every Dominant
fiber in his being but she was so much more. Driven might be a good description
and therein lay the rub. He’d as good as promised her Luc would use his
contacts to help her out and now he was going to have to make good on it.

He hoped to heaven he didn’t let her down.

And wondered anew what she’d done to him that he felt this
desperate need not only to stand tall in her eyes but to help her in her
search. He was a fool. Maybe. Still best see if Maitre Poulain could do
something. None of them needed legal trouble but the threat of the
ordonnance
restrictive
pretty much implied her father was alive and dammit, Adele had
a right to know the man who’d sired her, even if he was a reclusive arsehole.

She stirred beside him and smiled before she’d even opened
her eyes. Seemed he’d pleased her last night.

“Good morning.”

Her smile broadened and her gorgeous blue eyes lit up as
they met his. She was so beautiful, face still flushed from lovemaking, hair
all over the place after sleep and those incredible eyes, still brimming with
sexy promise.

“Good morning to you, Branko. I don’t think I’ve ever woken
up feeling so wonderful. Even if my arse is still a bit sore.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Good Lord, no!” She sat up and flexed her shoulders. “You
laid it on hard, didn’t you?”

“Too hard?” He so hoped not.

“Just right.” Her smile pretty much underlined the truth in
her words. “The sort of hurt that feels incredible at the time and quite wonderful
the next morning.” She kissed him.

Really kissed him, there was nothing submissive or tentative
the way her mouth opened and took his. And darn it, he’d give back as good as or
better than she gave. He wanted her, all ways and everywhere and his cock hardened
at the prospect. He rubbed against her and she sighed. It wasn’t need exactly,
it sounded almost regretful.

“Branko,” she said, lifting her mouth a little, “you used me
up last night. I can’t take any more for a while.”

“Not even if it’s a nice, sweet vanilla fuck?”

Her eyes widened. “You’re serious?’

“Indeed, I am. Do you think I only know how to arouse you by
spanking?”

“Branko, you arouse me by being in the same room.”

For that, she deserved his very best efforts. “Let’s see
what I can do to take care of that problem.”

“I don’t see it as a problem.”

She seemed set to answer him back all morning. Best way to
put a stop to that was to kiss her. Rolling her on her back, he pinned her down
with his leg across her thighs. She chuckled under his mouth. Quite how she
managed that, he didn’t know but it was so damn sexy, he kissed her harder. As
she wrapped her arms around him, he cupped her breast, stroking and teasing
and, just for luck, gave her nipple a little tweak.

She yelped, but responded by breaking the kiss and licking
up and down his neck, ending with a little nip just above his collarbone.

“
Coquinne!
” he muttered, going for the other breast.
God! They were so warm and smooth and abundant. He stroked one then the other
as she murmured something that sounded like “more”. His hand went lower,
stroking circles on her lovely belly before he moved his leg. He wasn’t going
to let her go anywhere but he so wanted to play her cunt.

She had other ideas. Once her legs were free she rolled on
her side and reached for his cock.

“You are lovely,” she told him, as her fingers traced up one
side and down the other. He hardened even more under her touch and when one
finger pressed gently on the sensitive underside, he pulled her hand away.

“Very nice, my dear, but I don’t want to end everything
before you’re hot and ready.”

“I’m pretty close to that now,” she said, with a quite
alluring smirk. “I told you that being in the same room with you gets me going.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I want you always hot for me,
Adele.” He cupped her bush. “You said you used to shave down here.”

“I said I did it once. It was fiddly doing it and itched
like nobody’s business growing back.”

“So.” His fingers tunneled through her dark hair. “No
shaving for me? Not even to please me?”

“Are you serious, Branko?” Not really, but she hadn’t
outright refused.

“What if I were?” His finger parted her outer lips and he
stroked the soft pink within. She was aroused, no mistaking that.

She sighed. It was do darn sexy. “Don’t ask me to do that,
please.”

“Very well.” It wasn’t one of his fetishes, but she was fun
to tease. “I’ll just spank you whenever I feel the need.”

Her hips jerked and, in an instant, she was wetter than
before.

“Branko,” she whimpered as he tapped her clit. “You’re
killing me.”

“On the contrary, I’m making you come alive. You need
another good, hard fuck and soon. If you deserve it, I’ll give you just that.”
He eased a finger inside her, then three.

She gasped. “That’s good!” His thumb played her clit. “Wonderful!”

He pulled out his hand and she cried, “Don’t!”

“I have to, to make room for my cock. You do want my cock,
don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Good, put your hands over your head and leave them there.”

“I thought you said this was a ‘vanilla’ fuck!”

“It is, otherwise they’d be tied over your head. Now get in
position, hands high, legs wide and I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

A “jiffy” was as long as it took to roll on a condom.

He settled between her legs, his arms flexed. She wanted to
touch him and told him so. “You may touch me,” he said. “But not now. Wait
until you feel my cock filling you up. Understood?”

“Yes!”

She was in such need and he loved to watch her face as she
forced herself to lie still and wait. She was aroused and wanting and…hell, so
was he. Positioning himself over her, he rubbed his cock between her pussy
lips. She was slick and warm as he moved his hips and pressed the tip of his
cock against her cunt opening.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Branko.” She kept her
hands still but brought her hips up to meet him and he entered her, deep and
hard as she closed around him like a sweet, soft glove.

Her legs came up to his hips and she held him tight.

Nothing submissive about her here and it was so wonderful.

She called out, “Branko!” as he started pumping. He was
driving into her with all his force and strength.

She was screaming now, yelling, shouting. He sensed the
rising tension in her body and drove into her even faster. Angling himself to
go in deeper, to touch the very heart of her cunt and as she called his name
and shouted her passion, she came.

Now it was his turn. As if remembering she could move them, she
placed her arms around him. He was anchored to her by her arms and legs and he
loved it. She gave another sexy chuckle and her lips on his neck tipped him
over the edge. He came with a shout and collapsed on her. He tried to move. “I’m
too heavy,” he said.

“No. I like to feel you on me. It’s so sexy and you’re still
hard. I want you to stay.”

He was still hard but softening and soon he eased out, but
for what seemed like ages, they lay together in a panting, tangled heap.

He did not regret his rash promise to help her and seconding
Luc to join them. She was worth it.

If Branko had his druthers, he’d have stayed in that room
for weeks on end. However they both had jobs to keep and easygoing as Luc was
as an employer, he did expect his letters to be answered and his meals served
on time.

After a day wandering Monaco and admiring the rather
pretentious yachts in Monte Carlo harbor, they were back at Les Santons by
five.

Helen was already settled in the kitchen with her eternal
cup of coffee. “Hello,” she said as they walked in, “had a good weekend?”

“Wonderful,” Adele replied.

And why not? It was the truth but the interested gleam in
Helen’s eye stirred in Branko an inexplicable urge to protect Adele. Although
from what, he wasn’t too certain. She could take care of herself after all.

“I’ll be off, then,” he told her. “See you in the morning.”
Or would he do better to stay for dinner? “Is Luc here?” he asked Helen.

“He is,” she replied, “and that’s why I’ve been lurking here
since he got back. He’s rather testy and I thought I’d better warn you, Adele.
If he complains about the food, it’s not your cooking. His mother set him off.”

“He doesn’t get along with his mother?” Adele asked.

“He does, but once in a while she gets on a high horse and
demands he take care of something or other.”

“What’s it this time?” Branko asked. Might as well be
prepared.

“She wants to get some income from a parcel of land she owns
over near La Turbie and Luc has been given the privilege of making it
productive. Seems he offered to build apartments on it and almost got himself
thrown out of her house.”

“Does this happen often?” Adele asked the room in general.

“This is the second time since I’ve been here,” Helen said.
“Last time she wanted to raise all the rent on her properties and he told her
she couldn’t as the government had reintroduced rent controls. I think she
wanted him to run for the National Assembly and get the law repealed. She
settled down then. She will now. I hope.” She turned to him. “What do you
think, Branko?”

He thought now was not the time to ask Luc’s assistance with
Adele’s problems. “It’ll calm down. It always does. Give it a few days.” He
smiled at Adele and hoped she understood.

She nodded. “Okay, so tread warily for a few days and make
sure there’s a really good meal tonight. Got it.”

* * * * *

It was Wednesday before Branko judged things calm enough to
broach Adele’s needs to Luc. Luc hadn’t resolved the problem over the land but
his mother had stopped calling him every couple of hours to demand action and
the household had settled into the usual routine and he, Branko, was about to
shake things up again.

But he’d given his word to Adele and she was counting on
him. Damn, he’d do it.

As it turned out, Luc broached the subject first.

“How’s the new cook getting along with Helen?” he asked.

“Pretty well, you’re pleased with her cooking?”

“Yes. She’s not the same as poor Madame Louise but she’ll
do. Settling in all right, is she? Everything went well over the weekend?”

Luc was asking… “It was close to incredible, after a bit of
a rocky start.”

That got his attention. “Trouble, was there? You know my
rules.”

“No, nothing like that, it’s a bit involved.” He went on to
fill Luc in with the events and revelations of the weekend. It took some time
and then Luc had a few questions of his own, hardly surprising given the lack
of solid information.

“So.” Luc swiveled back in his chair. “You really expect me
to get Poulain and his agencies looking into this. She’s already been warned
off with an
ordonnance restrictive
.”

“She takes that as confirmation he’s still alive. So do I,
come to that.” So would Luc, surely.

“Certainly sounds like it but does she realize her long-lost
father may not be the sweet papa of her childhood fantasies? He’s been gone
well over twenty years and obviously doesn’t want contact.”

“She’s not a fool, Luc, but she’s an only child with
virtually no family. Mother dead, one distant uncle whom she’d never met until
recently, a senile grandmother and aunt she’s never seen. Adele has enough
gumption to realize the man could well have remarried, have another family,
gone to jail or who knows what? But we do know he was once a bookkeeper at
Velours
Noir
.”

“Nice bit of detective work you did there.”

A thought struck Branko. “Did you know him?”

“Unlikely, my dear Branko. I was still at school when he
would have been there. All we know is he worked there for a few years and lived
in Nice.”

“Maybe still does. Won’t hurt to try.”

“It will cost money. Are you prepared to have me take it out
of your wages?”

It might beggar him. Branko knew what Poulain and his
associates charged but what the hell? “If required, yes.”

Luc didn’t need to crackle like that. “You are smitten,
Branko.”

No point in trying to deny it. “She has impressed me, in
many ways. If I can help her with this, I will.”

“You really mean it. Very well, call Poulain. I suppose
you’ll want to take her down there to talk to him?”

“Yes. If it’s convenient.”

“See what you can set up next week. I need you this weekend,
it’s the exposition in Marseille.”

Damn! He’d forgotten about that. No weekend with Adele.
Double damn. “I’ll call Poulain.” He could do that much for her after all.

* * * * *

He’d expected her to be more appreciative. “So what happens
next?” True, she was chopping onions so that might be why she sniffed.

“We go and see Poulain on Tuesday and he will take all the
information you have and initiate a search. His contacts are very good.”

“I see.” She gathered up the chopped onions and tossed them
in the pan heating on the stove. The spit and hiss from the fat rather matched
her frown.

“Adele. He’s good, if your father can be found, he’ll find
him.”

She ran her hand through her hair and let out an exasperated
sigh. “I believe you, Branko, and I’m going to make a point of thanking
Monsieur Prioux. I know I sound like a spoiled child but I want to find him
now. I’ve waited years!”

Branko put his arm around her shoulders. “After all this
time, it’s surely worth waiting a few more days if it gives you an answer.” He
wouldn’t add it might be weeks or months. Missing person searches weren’t
exactly easy. He kissed her on the back of her neck and knew she was smiling.
“We’ll get you an answer.”

She turned and looked up at him. “It’s not that, Branko,
honestly. It seems I’m so close but really I know little more than I have all
my life.”

“We know he was in Nice, and if that letter you received is
anything to go by, he’s most likely still alive, possibly in the area but
guards his privacy.”

“Do you think that means he doesn’t want to see me?”

Quite possibly. He drew her close. “Could be he feels guilty
and can’t face you.”

A loud sizzle from the pan got her attention. She lowered
the gas and gave the pan a stir. “He should feel guilty but that’s no excuse.”

“Adele, my love. Sooner or later we’ll learn something. Be
patient.”

“I’ve waited this long, I suppose a few more weeks won’t
kill me. You’d better scram. I’ve a dinner to prepare.”

“I’ll ‘scram’ then. Sorry about the weekend. I’d hoped to
invite you to my house and have you over my knee again but alas.”

“Waiting sometimes makes it even better.”

She was right there. Didn’t make it any easier, though. He
wanted her, no, needed her and a weekend without her body next to his was just
something to be endured.

* * * * *

They got Poulain’s report ten days later. It was sparse and
unenlightening and Branko hoped Luc didn’t feel he’d wasted his money.

“You want to show it to her?” Luc asked, after he’d tossed
it to Branko to read. “It’s not what she hoped for, is it?”

No, it wasn’t. She’d known all along finding him was a faint
chance at least but this? Her father presumed dead and a surviving stepmother.
Odd wasn’t the word, no trace of a death certificate and a presumed bigamous
marriage since there was no evidence of a divorce. Poor Adele. Or did it just
underscore what she already knew of him? “Mind if I take it to her now? She’s
been anxious.”

“Go ahead. If you like, tell her to leave dinner for Helen
and me and then you can take her off to console her.”

“Thanks. I will pay for the search.”

Luc waved that idea away. “No need. We’ll charge it to
employee search or something. It’s worth it to keep her. She’s good and you’ve
been remarkably pleasant and good-tempered since she arrived.”

It was true. With Adele around, he was relaxed and keyed up
at the same time. Tonight wouldn’t be sex games. Tonight, he’d give her a
shoulder to cry on if she needed it. Otherwise they’d have dinner at
Le Nid
d’Aigle
, the little
auberge
up high in the old village, and then
he’d take her to his house and make slow love to her or do whatever she wanted
as many times as she desired. She could cry on his shoulder all night if that
was what she needed.

Things didn’t quite work out that way.