Story 10-chapter 3

Then, he leaned towards her and brushed his lips over hers. She moaned as his lips caressed, his hand moving through her hair and to her nape and pulling her closer. His tongue moved, probing, exploring and tasting. Her hands went to him, tangled in his hair and pressed his mouth down onto hers.

She was beginning to quiver, her knees feeling weak. The heat emanating from his body was clouding her senses, as was his taste, his scent. As if reading her thoughts he pulled her body against his.

She went willingly and as her beautiful breasts became crushed against Matthew's powerful chest, a thrill shot through him. She couldn't help the little whimper that escaped her as his lips moved to nibble on her ear.

"Does this look like fucking] to you, slave?" the whisper of his words was so erotic as it touched her ear.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her.

She was here as a servant for this rich and arrogant man who seemed cold, uncaring and conceited. Yet, this was the same man who had kissed her and seduced her mouth with exquisite expertise.

And that's probably how he will do it to your body as well, she thought. But, why kiss me? Slaves and prostitutes don't get kissed by their clients, or at least not like that.

All rational thought escaped her as she felt his hands slide down her back and under her bottom. Matthew pulled her against him so that she could feel his arousal pressing against her most private place.

Except for the fact that it's not private like it should be.

So many men had been there that for a moment, she felt weak with the thought. That was part of her body that should have been touched and explored because she agreed to it and not because some thug wanted to make some money out of her.

Her body stilled and became rigid as the thoughts rushed back to haunt her. Jimmy gaining her trust and being a friend there for her.... The same Jimmy pulling a knife on her one night and fucked] her.

Then, six months down the line, the same Jimmy still acting as if he owned her by shipping her out to rich bastards who didn't care who she was, just what she could provide.

A lump formed in her throat and tears spilled over her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Matthew tasted the salty liquid as he began to kiss his way across her cheek to her mouth. His eyes shot open as he realised what the dewy liquid was.

The sight he saw was a pale face, covered in tears with more spilling over every moment. He heard little sobs escape a swollen mouth and he felt the tiny body is his arms begin to shake as she cried.

A feeling of tenderness washed over him, one that he didn't expect. For some reason he wanted to find out why she was crying and if he could help. His hand stretched out and brushed her hair back from the beautiful tearstained cheeks

"What's wrong?" he asked, searching her eyes. She winced as he touched her cheek, brushing away a lingering tear.

Seeing him like this - so tender with a vulnerable air to him, made her cry even more. She closed her eyes as more tears came, escaping even though she struggled to keep them under control.

Matthew pulled her back towards him and cradled her head between his hands. "Sshhh," he soothed as sobs racked her body once again. "It's OK. You just cry."

Her arms wound themselves around his waist and she hugged him, at the same time burying her face into his chest. How could she tell him what was wrong? He'd never understand. In a way he was part of the problem by ‘renting' her for a night.

But then again it was his actions that had set off her chain of thought in the first place. She didn't know why but this man's tenderness and the way he seemed to care for her was pushing at her resolve.

As she'd awaited the man's arrival, she had built up a protective wall around herself. Telling herself that this man was a brute who didn't give a toss about her and who only wanted her for his own pleasure.

Now, with a few sweet kisses and tempting words, that wall had crumbled and he had broken through into the real person that she was.

This man seemed to care that she was hurting and now she found herself crying in his arms with him murmuring soothing words in her ear and stroking her hair so softly with one arm, the other around her tiny, trembling body.

Matthew released her gently and removed his cream coloured shirt. Placing it around her shoulders, he hugged her to him once again. He couldn't bear to see the look of pain on this woman's face - the way her eyes were swollen and puffy, the way her mouth turned down at the edges in her pain.

The thing most of all that he couldn't stand were the tiny, despairing sobs that broke from her every so often, no matter how hard she bit her lip.

Being hauled up against his naked chest was a completely different feeling from the pain she had been experiencing only moments ago. Now she felt warm, safe and in the starting phase of arousal again. The chest her cheek was touching was warm and solid.

The scent emanating from it was turning her on more than being bare skin on bare skin.

The shirt that he had placed around her shoulders was large and draped across some of the front of her body, but not all of it. The inner part of her breasts was exposed. The erotic feel of his skin touching the sensitive area of her chest was exciting but the beat of his heart increasing was more so.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against him, "I don't know what happened to me." She pulled back and met his eyes.

She had to look up a fair amount as he was much taller than she and that seemed to be so much more as she was close to him. She saw him look down at her, his eyes taking in the tearstained cheeks, the still swollen mouth and the pain in her eyes.

Although pain was clearly evident, Matthew could also see desire. She wanted him and that thought made him happy.

He didn't know why, but at this moment in time he wasn't concerned about having his way with her, he just wanted to find her problem and solve it. He still intended to have an immensely pleasurable night with her, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate fully if she was upset.

Matthew reached out and helped her to put her arms in the shirt sleeves and he walked with his arm on her elbow to the bed. She was reluctant but went as his grip tightened on her skin. He sat down and indicated the spot beside him. She didn't move.

"Come on," he said softly. "I'm not going to fuck you. I want to talk to you about why you're upset."

She couldn't believe this. This man had had her tied up, he had then tempted her, threatened her, kissed her, hugged her and now he wanted to talk.

"Why?" she asked, her arms wrapped around herself. "Why?" she repeated. "Shouldn't you just get on with whatever it was you had planned for me?"

Her tone wasn't loud or angry, but he could tell it was bitter. He only wanted to talk to her.

"I only want to help you," he told her.

"Help me?" she boomed. She turned and began pacing the tent, her arms flailing in all directions as she spoke, her voice becoming emotional. "You want to help me?" he nodded. "Help me into bed you mean!"

She turned and walked away again, keeping her back turned. He came up behind her and still keeping his distance he spoke softly, "You know I don't mean it like that. If I did, don't you think I would have done it already?" he waited for a response, "So, is there anything I could do for you?"

"The thing you could do to help me is just... just..." she couldn't think of how he could help her. If he fucked her then Jimmy would come in the morning and take her away, and if he didn't the same would still happen. If he helped her escape then both their lives would be in danger. She was so confused.

Now she was angry. All this being soft, soothing and caring was most likely just his way to get her into bed with him. So she liked him, he was an attractive man and he wasn't the first of her clients that she had thought that if they'd met under different circumstances then maybe they could have had a relationship.

She turned on him. "Why are you doing this? You're making things complicated." She released the shirt and pushed her hair back from her face. He looked down at the line of flesh revealed where the shirt lapels had fallen apart. "Why can't you just act as if I never started to cry? As if you still wanted me."

He stood up. "Believe me, I do still want you," was his reply. "But it's not easy to seduce someone when they're crying." He looked up at her face, "Especially as I don't know if it were I that hurt you," he brushed away a fresh tear, "if it was me who made you cry." He searched her eyes, "Believe me, I would never ever hurt you intentionally."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, drew his head toward her and began to kiss him. He obliged by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him, fitting her body firmly against his.

He moaned against her lips as she kissed him using all her knowledge and power to do so. He opened his lips as her tongue sought his mouth. She found his tongue ready to dance with hers in a mating ritual that was so sweet and full of pleasure.

He cupped her bottom with his hands, drawing her to him again. She felt his erection pressing against her and knew that he did still want her. "Was it me who hurt you?" he looked into her eyes as he spoke.

"No," she whispered. "Tonight, all you've done is give me pleasure."

Hearing her confess that turned him on even more. He moved his mouth across her throat and down, past her shoulders to the revealed skin of her breasts. Pushing the shirt away, he held the silken weight of her breasts in his hands. He heard her sharp intake of breath and his tongue poked out and traced the line of one rosy peak.

"Do you like that?" he asked her, stroking one hand down to tangle in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. "And that?" he asked, his hand pressing against her warm, slick mound.

She clung to him; it was all she could do. "Yes," she whispered, over and over while he touched her. She pulled the shirt off and threw it onto the floor.

Next, Matthew picked her up and took her over to the bed. He lay her back against the pillows and removed his clothes. Snuggling up beside her he began to kiss her all over. He moved down from her hair to her nose, he continued to her mouth, her throat, and her shoulders. His tongue licked down one arm and then up the other.

He caressed her inner wrists while suckling on her fingers.

"You taste so good."

She was in ecstasy. This man was driving her wild and she wanted to touch him. She had never felt such pleasure in all her life and she wanted to return at least some of it. She reached out her hands blindly to touch some part of his body