The Domville 4 (The Domville #4) Page 2

  ‘Clear, Sir,’ she nodded vigorously. ‘No one ever fuck me as good as you. I belong to you.’

  ‘Excellent. Then do as you’re told now, spread your legs for me.’

  ‘The door not locked,’ she reminded me, but complying immediately regardless.

  ‘No, it’s not,’ I chuckled. She always got off on the thrill of being caught. I carefully screwed the lid of my luxurious pen back on, then trailed it over her buttocks and down between her engorged lips. She cried out as the cool precious metal slipped inside her. ‘I’m going to make you come with this, then, when I’m in a boring meeting later, I can suck on the end of it, tasting your essence coating it. I can imagine I’m eating your sweet pussy right in front of everyone around the table and no one will have a clue.’

  ‘Hmmm, Sai likes sound of that. Pen fuck me now!’ she giggled, so I obliged.

  The Singapore Domville

  Charles

  I headed through my permanent suite at The Domville, inhaling the scent of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. I checked my watch, noticing that it was almost 8 p.m. and Laura always served dinner for 8.30 p.m. sharp, unless I advised her that I was running late. I just had time to fit in a quick run, eat and then continue working from my office. I had a key client meeting coming up in Hong Kong next week and needed to bring my A game to the table. Securing these clients would add substantially to my year-end bonus. I tugged off my tie and stripped off down to my boxers, quickly dressing in my running shorts and trainers and headed down the corridor to the gym. My suite at The Domville was a three bedroomed one, with a separate office, home gym and attached servant quarters. I’d been here for five years now, it didn’t feel like part of the hotel, it felt like home. I dimmed the lights and turned on the built in surround sound system to pump out my work out mix as I hit the treadmill. I’d deliberately positioned it to face out over the Marina, towards the Singapore Flyer, currently lit up in neon pinks and purple. It was a spectacular view, one shared with my office, bedroom and lounge. The spare bedrooms and kitchen all faced out at a right angle, affording a glimpse of the bay between the skyscrapers on either side of us.

  I grabbed the freshly laundered towel off the side rail of the treadmill to mop my brow. Even in here, with the air conditioning on, I could still almost feel the humid atmosphere seeping in from outside. It had taken me many months to acclimatise, the heat still getting to me on occasion, but I now found England decidedly chilly whenever I returned. Not only did this suite feel like home, so did Singapore. I saw an image of me reflected in the glass against the relative darkness of the evening sky outside. Sweat was glistening all over my torso, rivulets dripping down the centre of my pecs, meandering their way over my abs, heading south. I cricked my neck as I ran. I needed all my focus for the next couple of days on work. My brain needed to stop sending so many signals to my cock. Sai and Laura were a distraction, a very enjoyable distraction, but one nevertheless. Damn it, just thinking about them had me hard, I was going to need a cold shower before dinner. I slowed the treadmill to a standstill and ran the towel over my face again. As I dropped it I caught a glimpse, in the reflection of the vast floor to ceiling window in front of me, of Laura standing in the doorway watching me.

  ‘Good evening, Charles. Dinner’s nearly ready,’ she called. I nodded as I tried not to focus on how sexy my name sounded on her lips, or how amazing she looked tonight wearing a maxi dress that hugged her in all the right places. She was of mixed descent with an English mother and a father from Malaysia. She had all of the charms I loved about Far Eastern women, but with a rounded backside and larger pair of breasts on her. Fuck it! I was thinking about sex again.

  ‘Thanks, Laura. I just need a quick shower and I’ll be there,’ I smiled.

  ‘Ok.’ She flashed me a smile in return, spun on her heels and disappeared.

  I headed to the en-suite attached to my gym and made sure the water was of a glacial temperature. My libido needed a serious dampening down. I was always the same when a crucial meeting was coming up. My body seemed to flood with testosterone and I had a constant raging hard on. The fact that I only fucked Sai and Laura out here was testament that I had some form of control. I had women throwing themselves at me on a regular basis. Arisa this morning had been a serious lapse. I blamed the stress of the Hong Kong deal, I could plead temporary insanity for that decision this morning. As I gritted my teeth with the artic downpour above me and soaped up my body, I idly wondered how she’d discovered she could shoot ping pong balls out of her vagina in the first place. What would make a woman think, I’ll stick a smooth round ball inside me, with no idea how I’m going to get the damn thing out? I suppressed a laugh at the thought.

  Carly had worked as a nurse in Accident and Emergency back in London. The tales she used to come and tell me beggared belief. One woman who had stomach pains, was found to have half a rotting cucumber still inside her. Like you’d forget that was up there? Or her partner? Was he so small he didn’t even notice she was already full, or that his cock looked green and smelled of a Pimms cocktail when he pulled it out? I wondered if he’d rushed to hospital as well, thinking he had a bad case of gangrene or gonorrhoea. There’d even been a lady of more elderly persuasion who had a sherry decanter bottle top stuck inside her and a guy who’d decided it would be a great idea to try out the possibility of anal pleasure on himself, by using a cricket stump. Needless to say, that didn’t end well. I chuckled out loud as I remembered the nickname Carly had given him of Splinter Sphincter. The mind truly boggled. What was wrong with good old fashioned fucking? I decided I really ought to ring Carly, it had been too long since I’d spoken to her. She always knew how to make me laugh. It was a shame that the sex with her had become so lacklustre and boring. I dried off and dressed in some loose fitting, low slung, grey sweatpants, which hung off my lean hips, then a grey shirt that hugged my muscular upper body. This was the look that had women gawping as I ran around the marina in the morning. Nearly as much as the sight of me in a three piece, bespoke suit. I followed the scent of what appeared to be a Malaysian coconut curry, my favourite. The aromas drifting down the corridor were making my stomach grumble.

  I stretched in my office chair before peeling off my t-shirt. I was still too damn hot. It was nearly 11 p.m. but I’d made some decent headway with my report. If I didn’t land these clients, I deserved to be sacked. Unfurling from my hunched over my laptop stance, I headed to the en-suite for a bathroom break. When I returned the vision in front of me sent a surge of blood straight to my cock. Sitting on my desk, swinging her legs and wearing nothing but a pair of sexy hot pink knickers and matching bra, was Laura. She gave me one of her inviting smiles as she held up a glass of brandy and jiggled it, the ice cubes rattling against the sides. Brandy was a particular weakness of mine. I had a decanter in the lounge which was constantly kept topped up for me.

  ‘You’ve been working so hard, I thought you might be in need of some refreshment.’ Her wink made me let out a low growl of need as I strode across the polished wooden floor towards her. This was unusual. I was the one that initiated sex. What was going on today with women? Arisa offering herself in the toilets at work, Sai refusing to come to me for a nooner and now Laura begging for it on my desk? God, men around the world would envy my life right now.

  ‘I am rather parched,’ I confirmed, taking the glass off her and knocking it back as I ran my eyes over her near naked body. She leaned back on her palms and ran a foot up my thigh, before nestling it in my groin and rubbing. I looked down as I felt my cock flex in my sweatpants as her toes caressed it.

  ‘Then let me quench your thirst, I’m wet enough for both of us,’ she winked, with a cheeky smile. I needed to crank up the air conditioning, all of a sudden I was scorching hot again. I shoved my glass on the edge of my desk, grabbed my office chair and shoved it. It skittered across the smooth wooden floor while I took its place, grabbing and spreading her thighs wide as I stepped between them.

  ‘H
ow wet?’ My tone was low and husky, just the sight of her in my favourite colour underwear had me itching to sink into her.

  ‘Like you were when you stepped off the treadmill,’ she breathed, looking up at me through her lashes. I grinned and lowered my head to kiss the side of her neck, while my fingers found their way to her hips. I’d often caught her watching me as I worked out. I couldn’t blame her, I was in sensational shape. She let out a moan as my lips worked their magic in that spot on her neck and my hands skimmed up her sides, my thumbs caressing the underside of her breasts, still encased in that sexy bra. Her arms moved up around my neck as she interlocked her fingers behind my head and tilted hers to give me better access. My cock surged to hear her breathy moans. Laura was anything but quiet. She made more noise during foreplay than most women I’d fucked did during sex. ‘Charles … please.’

  ‘What do you want?’ I asked, trailing my lips around to nip the underside of her jaw.

  ‘I need you to fuck me, it’s been days with you being so busy.’

  ‘Then I’d better make it worthwhile,’ I chuckled, slipping my hands around to undo her bra. She quickly unhooked her fingers, dropped her arms and shimmied her shoulders so I could help remove the material hiding her breasts from view. I grasped them immediately, cupping one in each palm, softly squeezing as my thumbs rubbed over her stiffened nubs. She squirmed on the desk and her breathing became more pronounced as I lowered my head to her right nipple. I licked slowly, which made her whole body start to tremble.

  ‘Charles.’ Her plea was quiet but full of desperation. I quickly bit, sharply, making her cry out loudly this time. Laura liked a little pain with her pleasure. Biting harder, I squeezed her other breast firmly, pinching that nipple as I continued to tease her with alternating bites and licks until she was tugging at my hair, begging me to stop and fuck her. Usually I loved foreplay, but I was wound up so tightly that I was happy to just get on with the fucking part of the night. Releasing her breast from my mouth I grabbed at her hips, grasping the material of her new designer knickers and tugging. She quickly put her weight on her hands, lifting her hips to help me make short work of sliding the soft satin like material off her, over her dainty feet. I tossed the knickers somewhere behind me as her fingers raked at my hips, shoving the material of my sweatpants down. She mumbled something I didn’t quite catch as she realised I was commando, my cock springing free, jerking as I looked down at her dark pink flesh, exposed with her legs wide apart ready for me.

  I rummaged in my desk drawer for a condom. I had them all over the house, never knowing where the urge to fuck her might strike. Sometimes it was bent over the kitchen worktop, or on the dining table. The lounge was a favourite, particularly up against the glass window looking out over the city. Never in my bedroom though. My bedroom was reserved for the woman who captured my heart, as well as my attention. Sai and Laura were just stop gaps, very pleasurable stop gaps, but the only emotion they stirred in me was one of sexual need. They didn’t get a bad deal, I treated them well, giving them clothes allowances and regular sex, but that’s where I drew the line. I didn’t take them out on dates, we didn’t hold hands or have displays of affection outside of our “encounters” and I’d been very clear about that from the start. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, in the conventional definition of the word. Slipping my condom on, I quickly moved back into position. I didn’t even need to ask if she was ready, she grabbed my hips and virtually dragged me to her, then grasped my cock and angled it against her needy opening.

  ‘Fuck,’ I groaned as I speared her and her muscles automatically contracted, while she screamed loudly with pleasure. Her fingers dug into my tightly clenching backside as she tried to pull me further inside her, howling on each inward thrust, like a wolf at full moon. I thrust like a man possessed, needing to rid myself of all this tension inside me.

  ‘Yes, yes, harder, much harder,’ she cried. Her teeth clamped down on my shoulder, biting forcefully, so I did the same in the crook of her neck in response and amped up the force of my thrusts. I grabbed her backside and yanked her forwards, right to the edge of the desk, holding her slightly in the air to give me a better angle to power into her. Her screams became deafening and I silently thanked the contractors for ensuring the soundproofing in the apartment was top spec. Grunting on each slam, my balls bouncing off her bottom, I felt sweat beading on my forehead and chest. I wanted more, I needed serious tightness to get me off. I pulled out of her, leaving her cursing, until I grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach, face down across my desk. Slathering myself in the lubricant kept with each stash of condoms, I noticed her reach to grip the other side of the desk, her fingers curling tightly around it. I grinned, she knew what was coming.

  ‘Ready,’ I virtually growled. Just the thought of anal sex got me harder. Carly had never let me do it, most of the English girls I’d fucked weren’t amenable to my request either. Here though, the women were so eager to please that anal was the way I fucked most of the time.

  ‘Yes, yes, do it,’ she begged, her eyes beseeching me over her shoulder. I grasped her bottom cheeks, parting them, taking a brief glance at her tightly puckered pink hole, before nestling against it and sliding my hands under her hips to palm her stomach. I nudged my way inside on a groan of satisfaction. That was more like it. ‘Charles, O my God, yes, yes … ahhhh, yes.’

  I started to build up the intensity of my plunges into her depths, each one making her scream a little louder, her fingers turning white as they gripped the desk. Harder and faster, slam after slam, I began to lose myself in the feelings surging through my body, yet still I needed more. I slowly stepped backwards, her upper torso sliding across the desk. She looked behind at me, raising her eyebrows in surprise. I quickly buried myself deep inside her, stilling and grimacing as I felt her muscles clenching hard around my width. Damn it. That felt so good. Grabbing her shoulders, to keep her from dropping face first to the floor, I moved away from the desk. She quickly put her hands out as I lowered her upper torso down, planting them firmly on the floor as I moved mine back to grip her hips. The anal wheelbarrow, I hadn’t done this one in a while, and right now I was wondering why. The angle to power into her was so much better. A woman needed powerful biceps and a decent amount of upper body strength to hold this pose for any length of time. Laura often used my gym in her free time, but even so, on each ram inside her I could see her arms starting to shake.

  ‘Hold on, another minute,’ I gasped, feeling the sweat from my exertions trickling down my back. Her moans and screams told me that she wasn’t giving up until we both came. She knew my rules, no orgasms were allowed until I approved them. Her control was perfect, unlike Sai who hadn’t yet mastered the art of holding back. She came within seconds of me touching her. I kind of liked that I had the two extremes with them.

  ‘Please, Charles, it’s too much, I need to … O God, I need to come,’ she pleaded. I looked down at the cheeks of her backside, wobbling nicely with each inward thrust, then the root of my cock as it slipped in and out of her. Damn it, that was seriously hot. My balls tightened when that heady sensation took over as my climax approached.

  ‘Wait,’ I ordered. ‘Wait one minute.’ She nodded her consent between her whimpers and wails of pleasure. Anal always made her louder, if that were even possible, compared to normal sex. I’d never been with a woman so vocal.

  ‘Please, please, please,’ she whined. The clench of her muscles as she tried to stall the inevitable was almost painful. My hips moved faster and faster, her screams grew louder and louder until there was no more delaying. I felt heat building up, radiating up my shaft.

  ‘Now,’ I cried, my eyelids fluttering as I lost focus. I flung my head back, closing my eyes completely as I focussed on the rush of my come blasting out of my cock.

  ‘Yes,’ she screamed, tensing around me, her muscles rippling as they held me in their embrace. I stilled as I unloaded in her again and again, swearing under my breath that the sensation di
dn’t last for longer. All that effort and it was over in an instant. I looked down as I felt her collapse chest first onto the wooden floor, her head turned to one side as she panted.

  ‘Good?’ I asked with a smirk.

  ‘Hmmm,’ she nodded, a dazed look on her face. ‘Wonderful.’

  ‘That it was,’ I agreed, reluctantly sliding out of her. I gently lowered her hips to the floor, and chuckled as she lay sprawled, unable to move. ‘Are you done in, or can you take one more orgasm?’ I asked. She deserved some attention after cooking such a great meal, wearing my favourite colour to please me, then holding back her orgasm for the same reason.

  ‘One more,’ she nodded with a lazy smile.

  ‘Then let’s get you back up on that desk before you leak all over my floor. I’m going to tongue you clean, then we’ll have a shower together. I may even be ready for round two by then,’ I informed her. She groaned with pleasure and I bent down to lift her up and put her in position, the thought of licking her out making my cock twitch back to life.

  Laura was completely done in by the time I’d fucked her in the shower and we’d cleaned up, so I carried her to her sleeping quarters. She had her own bedroom with en-suite and a lounge with a small kitchenette and dining area, just in case she wanted to have her own guests over. Her entrance door was in my lobby, ensuring if someone did come to visit, they didn’t have access to my private quarters. I tucked her into her bed and smoothed her hair back off her cheek, bent down and kissed it. She let out a contented sigh. Kissing on the lips was something else I didn’t do, unless I was serious about a woman. It seemed almost more intimate than fucking.

  ‘Don’t go,’ she murmured, her brown eyes looking up at me with hope swimming in her dark pupils.

  ‘You want me to sit with you until you fall asleep?’

  ‘No, I want you to spend the night,’ she whispered.