Her First Time, Their Power Game novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: Saturday at Nine

Dominique takes her virginity on his flat above the river; she asks for harder and slides the list to the next page.

On Saturday at nine I stood in the lift of a stone building on the Quai Saint-Vincent, wearing a grey coat and nothing else.

The river was black beyond the windows of the stairwell.

The lift stopped at the top floor, and the door was already open.

Dominique stood in the hall in shirtsleeves, with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"You came," he said.

"I told you I would."

"Close the door."

I closed it behind me.

The flat smelled of beeswax and books, and a lamp was lit at the far end of a long room with a bed in it.

I saw the bed and my stomach tightened.

"Take off the coat," he said.

My fingers were clumsy on the buttons.

He watched every one of them come undone, and he didn't say a word.

I let the coat slide off my shoulders, and it landed on the floorboards.

I stood naked in front of a man for the first time in my life.

My arms wanted to cross over my chest, and I made them hang at my sides.

His eyes went slowly down me and slowly back up.

"Hands behind your head," he said.

I put them there.

My breasts lifted, and the cool air touched my nipples, and they went hard.

"Good girl," he said.

The words went through me and settled low in my belly.

"Say it again."

"Good girl, Elise."

He put his wine glass down on the table, walked around me once, and stopped at my back.

His hand came to rest on my hip.

It was big and warm and it didn't hurry.

"I'm going to take my time with you," he said into my hair. "You're going to hate it, and then you're going to beg."

"I don't hate anything you do."

"You will tonight."

He walked me to the bed with his hand flat between my shoulders.

He sat me on the edge of the mattress and knelt on the floor in front of me, which I had not expected.

"Lie back."

I lay back, and he pushed my knees apart.

I had never been looked at like that.

My whole body went hot, and I tried to close my legs, and his hands held my thighs open.

"No," he said. "Show me. You wrote that you wanted to be shown."

"I did."

"Then stay open."

His beard brushed the inside of my thigh.

Then his mouth was on me.

It was wet and slow and I cried out, because nothing I had done alone in my bed had been like this.

His tongue dragged up the whole length of my pussy and circled my clit once, lightly, and left.

I arched off the sheets.

"Please," I said.

"Please what?"

"Again."

He did it again, and then again, slower, until I was gripping the blanket in both fists and my hips were moving against his mouth without my permission.

"You taste like a girl who has never been touched," he murmured.

"I have never been touched."

"I know."

He closed his lips around my clit and sucked.

I came apart.

The pleasure hit me from the base of my spine up, and I heard myself shout his name into the ceiling.

My thighs shook around his head.

He didn't stop.

He held me through it with one hand flat on my stomach, licking me through every pulse, until it was almost too much and I tried to twist away.

"No," he said, and pinned me. "Again."

"I can't."

"You can."

He worked me with his tongue and two fingers, pushing the first one in slowly, and I felt myself stretch around it.

It stung and it burned.

Then he curled the finger and found something inside me that made the room go white.

I came a second time, harder, and I was crying and laughing at once.

He stood up.

His shirt was open at the throat, and I could see the grey hair on his chest.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked.

He unbuckled his belt and took out his cock.

He was thick and long, darker than I had imagined, and I stared at it with my mouth open.

"Is it too much?" he asked.

"It's perfect."

"Good."

He climbed onto the bed between my knees and braced one hand beside my head.

He took my chin in the other hand.

"This will hurt," he said. "I won't stop. Tell me you want it."

"I want it, Dominique."

"Louder."

"I want you to fuck me."

The head of his cock pushed against me, hot and blunt.

I felt the stretch, and I lifted my hips to meet it.

He sank into me an inch at a time.

It hurt more than I had thought it would, a sharp stinging fullness that made me bite my lip.

"Breathe," he said.

I breathed.

He pushed again, and something gave, and I cried out.

He went still, deep inside me, his forehead against mine.

"There," he said, very quietly. "That's the last of it. You're mine for tonight."

My eyes were wet.

I didn't want him to stop.

"Move," I said.

"Say please."

"Please, move. Please fuck me."

He pulled almost out and pushed back in, slow and deep, and the sting turned into a heat that spread through my whole body.

He did it again.

I wrapped my legs around his back and dug my nails into his shirt.

"Harder," I said.

"Not yet."

"Please."

"You'll learn to wait," he said, and gave me one hard thrust that knocked a sound out of me. "But you've earned that."

He fucked me properly then.

His hips drove into mine with a steady, heavy rhythm, his hand tight on my jaw, and every thrust hit a place inside me I hadn't known was there.

I couldn't stop talking.

I said his name, and I said please, and I said fuck me, and he answered each one with a low, rough sound.

When I came the third time, I clenched around him so hard that he swore.

He followed me with a groan that shook through his whole chest.

He came deep inside me, his cock pulsing, his mouth open against my neck.

We lay there breathing.

The lamp hissed, and the river made no sound at all.

"Well," he said at last, his weight warm over me. "How was your first time?"

I turned my face into his arm and laughed until I shook.

"I want the next page," I said.

He lifted his head.

"Now?"

"Now. Tomorrow. Next week."

I reached down to the coat on the floor and took my own copy of the list from its pocket.

I slid it across the sheet to him with one finger on the line I meant.

"Léon," I said. "Tomorrow."

He read it, and then he looked at me for a long moment.

"He's expecting you," Dominique said. "He's been waiting all day."

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