Page 138 of Never Tell Lies

“You don’t like stripping in front of me do you?” he asked, his eyes firmly on mine. This was something I’d noticed about Alfie. Even when I was naked, his gaze remained on my face more than any of my more obvious attractions. It wasn’t enough for him to fuck me. He needed to get inside my mind, my very soul.

“It makes me nervous,” I admitted, my hands twisting in front of me.

“That’s why I make you do it.”

“Why?”

He was silent for a moment and I wondered if this was yet another question I wasn’t going to get an answer to, but then he spoke. “Being nervous makes you vulnerable. It opens you up, and I need you completely open or I can’t read you.” I tilted my head, not understanding him at all. “Sex is as much a mental process as it is a physical one. I can lay you out on that table and have you gushing all over me within minutes, but if your mind isn’t connected to it, isn’t completely switched off from everything else, then it won’t be half as good for you, and halfas good isn’t good enough for me. I achieve the highest, every time.”

“You play harder than everyone else,” I said, repeating to him the very words he’d spoken in that article.

“Exactly.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Women come in different ways. Some like a monster in their man. They like to be hurt. They need to be forced to it, dragged to it. Others need to be taken gently, coaxed to that pinnacle of pleasure. Others need to control it, need to dominate a man and ride it out. Then there are those that need to be controlled. Sit down.” I sat on the table, flinching at the cool surface against my skin.

He leaned forward and adjusted me as if I were a doll. He pulled me forward until I was sitting just on the edge of the table. Then, with a firm hand between my breasts, he pushed me back until my weight rested on my elbows. He sat back, returning to his kingly pose. He held my gaze in silent communication, telling me he wanted something else from me. It only took a second for me to figure out what it was. I steadied my nerves and raised my legs, spreading them wide apart, my knees high, my feet resting on the edge of the table. He nodded his approval and again I felt that twinge of pleasure at making him happy.

His gaze remained on my face, never once dropping to the apex of my thighs that was now so very open to him. “Each woman gets off in a different way, but they get off in that same way every single time. Pain, control, ownership, sweetness, they’re all roads to the same place.”

“And me?” I murmured, breathless. “Which road do I take?”

“You take a different road every time, and I never know which one it’s going to be. You know, I can learn in just a few sittings everything I need to know about a woman, sexually. After fucking her once I know what she wants and how she wants it, exactly which spots to hit at which time. I can learn exactly what she wants me to be.”

I shivered at his words. Alfie Tell was the master of verbal foreplay.

“It’s all just rinse and repeat after that first time. But you, you are new every time. I never know what you want from me or how you’re going to behave. Sometimes you fight me, other times you don’t. Sometimes you want me to fuck you one way but if I try that at another time, you hate it. You fuck with me, Lola. Every single day you’re fucking with me and I can’t get enough of it.”

“I don’t mean to fuck with you.” In this position, with my legs spread and him looking at me the way he was, it was getting very hard to concentrate.

“I know.” He leant forward, rested his forearms on his thighs, and looked me dead in the eye with a devilish grin on his face. “But I intend to fuck with you, often.”

My heart was beating so hard my chest hurt. The muscles in my arms and legs were beginning to ache at having to hold the position but I couldn’t move. He held me, poised on the precipice, waiting to see what he would do next. I should have known he would reach for the ice-cream.

He pulled the spoon out of the dessert, remnants of ice cold chocolate cream stuck to it, and he offered it to me. I took it into my mouth, relishing the taste. It was the thickest, richest ice-cream I’d ever tasted in my life.

“Taste good, baby?” he asked and I nodded, smiling slightly. He returned the spoon to the ice-cream and this time when he withdrew it, instead of giving it to my mouth, he used the back of the cold spoon to smear ice-cream over my nipple. I gasped at the contact, shivering at the feeling of ice cold metal against my burning hot skin. It was an exquisite feeling, but even more exquisite was the way he watched me as I basked in his attention. He took note of my every reaction, processing the information and storing it away for future use.

He wrapped a strong arm around my waist, arching my back and ducking his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. My flesh went from ice cold to burning hot as his tongue and teeth did their work. My thighs trembled, my core ached. It took all of my willpower not to just jump on him and ride him for my pleasure.

“Alfie, please,” I panted, desperate for him to stop toying with me. He released my nipple and gave me a wicked grin.

“Not yet, baby.” He returned the spoon to the ice-cream, sticking it in the centre at its coldest point. “Do you still trust me with your body?”

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

He eyed me closely, as if making sure that I was telling the truth.

“This is going to be a little intense.”

My eyes widened, my heart rate picked up, and my mind swam in a heady mix of intoxicated anticipation. I gave him a small nod, telling him I could take whatever he was about to do.

He released my waist and I fell back onto my elbows. His hand slowly drifted south until it came to my core. I was aching and wet, my clitoris swollen and throbbing for attention. Using only his thumb and his middle finger, he spread me, his fingers so infuriatingly deft that they managed to part my lips without so much as brushing my aching bud. His index finger touched just above my clitoris and moved upwards, only slightly, but I felt my hood pull back and leave me exposed.

“Don’t move, baby,” He pulled the spoon from the ice-cream, and before I could react he moved the head of the spoon over me so that it cupped and trapped my hypersensitive bundle of nerves. I gasped, and my whole body seemed to convulse in reaction to the maddening sensation of ice cold metal against the most sensitive part of me. Alfie’s eyes were alive with excitement but I could barely process it. The feeling was driving me insane as he held the spoonright there. He applied a little morepressure and I whimpered, panting with the effort of keeping myself still.

It was too much.

I waited for it to thaw a little, to warm from the burning heat of my body, but it only seemed to grow colder and my bud, my poor sensitive bud, was beginning to cry out in protest. I bit my lip hard. The feeling that had been so delicious a few moments ago was starting to bite. I caught Alfie’s gaze, and without my having to say a word he released my clitoris from its metal confines and dropped the spoon.

I sighed with relief but my relief was short-lived as he grabbed my hips and yanked me upwards, my legs draped over his shoulders, my lower body lifted completely off the table as his mouth plunged between my legs and wrapped itself around me.

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