Guilty Pleasures

Author\'s Note: This is just something I\'m playing around with. Make of it what you will.

Guilty Pleasures
By:
Luciana Malfoy
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Chapter One

“Please step inside,” said the woman as she opened the old, wooden door allowing passage to the hooded figure waiting patiently outside. The woman stepped back a bit to clear the way for the entering mass of black cloth surrounding the man beneath them as he stepped through the doorway, a formidable sight to be sure. He was silent as he surveyed the room, dimly lit and rickety as it was. His tall physique towered over her slight body frame of a mere five foot, two inches. Unwilling to remove the hood from his head he walked to the center of the room and turned round to face her as she was all but glued to the floor near the door, which was still wide open.
“Do you always stare at your guests?” he asked, emphasizing the final word with disdain.
“Only when they arrive without notice wearing a hood and cape,” she answered, studying the flowing material as he turned his body.
He snorted softly at the remark and with a hand on his hip turned to find a place to sit. Pushing back the encompassing hood with a gloved hand, his face was brought to attention revealing a roguishly handsome man, blessed with eyes of blue sea water, a narrowly straight nose, tantalizing lips and a square chin marked with a neatly trimmed goatee all surrounded by dark hair that flowed to just below that strong jaw. A defining widow’s peak pierced his slightly high forehead and his skin was as pale as mother’s milk. And when he spoke, his voice accentuated his well bred heritage in a cool tone mixed with overdone mannerism. It seemed to just slip off his tongue in a husky purr.
“You might as well close the door Sara, my visit should be a long one if your offer still stands,” he said, leaning back in the well worn chair and placing leather clad hands over the edge of the armrest.
Sara closed the door as he suggested and locked it, blocking the cold wind from the rough weather outside from gaining access to her domicile a minute longer. Although, if her suspicions were correct, it was about to get just as rough in here if he came for the reasons she was suspecting. She leaned her back against the door and looked at him with curiosity.
“Why have you come?” she asked, feigning ignorance.
“Don’t play the fool Sara,” came the reply, “You know as well as I the reasons for my visit. It was you who suggested them, was it not?”
“I didn’t think you’d show up,” she answered, which was mostly true. She hadn’t expected to open the door that night to find Tarell Sheridan standing on the step. Although she was pleasantly surprised that he decided to join her tonight, she couldn’t help but feel a little regretful at her invite. Tarell, after all, was a married man. And she had never before heard of him seeking pleasure outside of his wife’s bed, which was the cause for her confusion.
“Yes, I know,” he answered wistfully, “I could tell by the expression on your face when you opened the door. A look of…shock, was it?”
“As I said, I didn’t think you’d take my offer seriously,” Sara answered.
“Oh but I did. You have no idea how frightfully tempting it was. I’ve been longing for some escape from the dismal existence I’ve been leading. You’re unmarried, you haven’t the slightest inkling how dull and cold it can become after the passion cools,” Tarell replied, removing his gloves, finger by finger with fluent grace.
“Troubles at home, Tarell?” Sara asked, scooting away from the door, her tone was a bit taunting but it was laced with curiosity just the same. She was always interested in the life of the noble, it was her own escape. But she had a feeling that Sheriwas was uninterested in discussing his privileged life tonight as he gave her a sullen look as he placed both gloves in his right hand and then slapped them down on the nearest table with disgust.
“Alright, I’m sorry. I can tell you don’t want to talk about it,” Sara said walking towards him. “Is there something else I can do to make you feel better?” she asked quietly, suggestively fingering a few dark strands of his hair with skilled fingers. He gave her a longful look in return and she nearly lost herself in his sapphire eyes when he said, “Let your hair loose.”
She removed her hand from his straight dark locks and placed it in her own brown ones, plucking the pins from her chocolate curls and allowing her hair to fall down to the middle of her back, shaking it out to maximize the effect of its natural body.
“My turn,” she said, “remove the cape.” She stepped back to allow him to unclasp the cape and let it fall off his shoulders and down his back onto the chair. He was still dressed in the suit he wore to the meeting that afternoon, where she caught his attention as he left the hall. “The jacket too, please,” she waited as the black satin trimmed jacket was removed from his athletic body, revealing a crisp white dress shirt beneath.
When it was off she wasted no time edging the game along, walking up to the chair, she placed her knee up on the cushion between his legs, pulling up her red and black dress to accommodate her move. Her hands found the sides of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair teasing his scalp and scraping her fingernails lightly against it causing him to sigh and tilt his head back slightly. At his temples, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and held his head back as she bent to kiss him. It was an initiating kiss to spark his participation. He didn’t kiss her back, however, just let his lips go slack as hers pressed down on them, urging them to take over but getting no response. She removed her lips and leaned back, looking at him disappointedly and sighing in slight frustration as he looked at her expectantly.
“You’re going to have to try harder if you want a response. After all, I’m paying you for this,” he said lordly.
She narrowed her eyes in a fit of contempt and busied herself with thoughts on her next move. She removed herself from her position between his legs and backed away from him until she was standing a few feet away. Reaching behind her she slowly began to undo the clasps on her dress, making her way down to her rear end until the top of the dress lay open in the back. She kept his gaze the whole time, watching for any reaction, she got none. Deciding not to let that bother her too much, she let the dress drop to the floor, leaving her in her corset and stockings. She wore no slip, so her scantily clad body was almost fully exposed to the man sitting in the chair across the room. Normally, the image of her in lingerie was enough to make most men fall at her feet before her. But her blessed figure seemingly had no effect on Tarell Sheridan, unless the man was an expert at hiding his arousing interest.
“Nice try,” he said, “but that’s still not going to get me to respond favorably.”
She was almost humiliated at his blatant disregard for her efforts and feelings. Though she was quite used to men not caring how she felt, she was usually still rewarded for her efforts. But Tarell seemed to enjoy this, placing her in front of him and making her all but beg for her payment. She could see the glint in his eye but it was not caused by her eye-popping bust or her erotic movements. It was caused by the frustration and humiliation she was enduring, if anything he was getting aroused from the power he held over her more than her attempts at seduction. She was about to tell him to just bugger off, that she didn’t need the money quite that badly nor the pleasure, when he began unbuttoning his shirt. Starting at the collar, one by one was undone until he reached the waist of his pants. He pulled the shirt open revealing a luscious chest and pulled the remains of it from his trousers, discarding it completely.
“Keep going,” he instructed, leaning back comfortably.
Sara hesitated for a moment but the bubbling desire got the best of her and she undid the corset, allowing her voluptuous breasts to escape their confines. She noticed his eyes roam over her, lingering for a moment on her chest and she smiled inwardly, noticing the slight parting of his lips and the heavy breathing she caused. He spoke no words of appraisal but simply beckoned her with a finger as he raised a hand off the armrest. She walked to him slowly as he leaned forward to meet her. Placing his hands on her waist, which were hot from the gloves he wore earlier, he slowly dragged her towards him as his lips caressed her breast lovingly. She found him to be a man who knew how to use his lips when he wanted to. He seemed to be proving that as he applied enough pressure to her nipple to initiate a gasp from her before moving his mouth more gently across it to make her sigh blissfully. Her hands grasped the back of his head to urge him to continue his ministrations and he complied. Bestowing small kisses along each breast, while softly sucking the nipple, pulling her forward with his hands until her lower abdomen touched the top of his hard chest. With a quick maneuver of his hands, he arched her back to continue on down to her belly, alternating a kiss with a subtle lick of his tongue down the middle until he almost reached her navel, then stopped. Bringing his head back up, he placed one last lingering kiss upon the pulsing area between her breasts and leaned back. Fingering the undergarment which covered her womanhood, he said,
“I wonder, are you just as delicious down here,” as his hand moved stealthily down between her legs to brush against her covered canal, “as you are up here?” he asked, quickly brushing his lips against her breast again.
“That is something you will have to discover for yourself, Tarell,” Sara answered, placing her hands on the tops of his milky-white shoulders.
“Very well,” he replied huskily, slipping his fingers through the material on her hips and urged it down erotically slow until the cloth was down past her knees and continued on down to her ankles where she stepped out of the undergarment and kicked them to the side with her toes. He ran his broad hands lightly down the sides of her thighs then brought them back up to her hips, taking in the sight before him before catching her gaze again and then kissed her on her lower abdomen between the belly button and the patch of hair covering her genitals. Slowly, she began to feel the hotness spread down in her lower regions as the anticipation grew with every brush of his lips and every stroke of his hands that bathed her flesh. Wanting an equal exchange of visual stimulation she gently applied pressure to his shoulders and edged him back into the chair away from her.
“Quid pro quo,” she explained as her hands reached for the waist of his pants. Her relatively short fingers closed around the button and nearly undid it before his hand gently slapped hers away.
“That’s not how this round will be played, Sara. You’ll give me what I want first. Let us not forget that I hold the money, therefore I hold the cards. I will reveal what I want, when I want. Until then, I request nothing more than your compliance to my wishes tonight,” he answered magisterially.
After the initial shock of him sending her hand away, and her implied offer she asked simply, “And what is it you wish?”
He thought momentarily and answered, “To pleasure you in the way a woman should be pleasured. Grant me access to some of that sweet honey you produce. Simply put, I want to eat you alive.”
And simply put, that sent shivers through her, but they were birthed from excitement, not fear. In her occupation, most men couldn’t care less about her pleasure. They came for theirs and theirs alone. And though she knew that Tarell came of his own accord because he wanted that same pleasure was it too farfetched to believe that he was slightly different from all other customers? Was the door finally about to swing both ways for her?
“Well?” she heard him ask, looking up at her from his seat. “Are you going to agree or not?”
Normally preferring to distance herself from getting too emotionally involved with her men, and what he was suggesting had a more personal price than what she was used to, she looked into his baby blues to seek out any insincerity in his proposal, any malicious, selfish intent. She came up empty in her search and against that tiny voice in the back of her head, threw caution to the wind and allowed his mouth access to her most sensitive spot.
She took a step backwards as he slid off the chair and turned her around so she was standing against the chair and knelt on the floor in front of her. Reaching out, he gently lifted her left leg and hooked it over his shoulder, curving it around his neck as his face moved closer to her exposed opening. A sharp intake of breath marked her first reaction to the feel of his tongue flick over her moistened folds as her hands held fast to his hair, expressing her blissful appreciation. His tongue soon broke through the outer barricades of her delicate flesh and ran its tip along the length of the opening, slightly penetrating the erogenous core and reaching the highly-sensitive clit in seconds. Her eyelids fluttered as his stimulating instrument moved expertly against the increasingly throbbing part of her sex, causing her vaginal muscles to involuntarily clench each time his tongue connected with the inner folds, even if the contact only lasted a millisecond. By now her eyes had stopped fluttering and were closed completely, her mouth slowly dropping open to allow her lungs more air as her heart sped up. His tongue had ceased its movements and his suctorial mouth had replaced it, absorbing her wetness and devouring every inch of her tender bodilssuessue. She was brought to new levels of pleasure as she experienced the rare sensation of oral stimulation. She was by no means a saint when it came to carnal pleasure, but such an act was a rarity for her just the same as she was used to providing the oral stimulation and the notion of receiving it was an unexpected one. As his ministrations increased she found herself losing balance as her arousal heightened along with the amount of pressure he was applying to her inner core. She reached behind herplacplace a hand on the chair to steady herself as he worked her to a near climax. But before she reached her peak, he stopped. Removing his mouth from her pulsating flesh, he removed her leg from around his neck and stood up. Her eyes opened slowly to question his premature break from her body and must have conveyed the poutiness she was feeling because he smiled slightly and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, then brought his thumb down her cheek allowing it trail to her jaw before both his hands encased the side of her face, cupping it to bring it to him in a gently prodding kiss. As she felt true passion erupt from the kiss, she was not sure if it was all her own or if it was his but she was not about to take it for granted and wanted to make it last as long as she could. She kissed him back fully, allowing the heat to spread from between her thighs up to her face as she tasted herself in the kiss. His hands warmed her face as she lost herself within the confines of his mouth. So used to making the men fall before her in ecstasy, she wasn’t quite sure how to react at this point since it seemed the tables were turned, so out of duty and force of habit, her hands reached to the pants button again, wanting to remove them in haste so she could then be the one in control, but Tarell apparently was having none of it. He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her wrist to remove it from his pants.
“I don’t believe I’m finished with you yet. Unless I’m mistaken, which I doubt I am, you have not reached completion, correct?” he asked in a low tone.
“I’m afraid it’s a bit too tortuous for me,” she said by way of answer. “I’m not used to this particular act, if you want me to be honest with you.”
“Then by all means, let’s make you more familiar with it, shall we?” he replied, his voice dripping with enticement. With that, he led her by the wrist over to the closest wall and placed her back up against it as he returned to his knees to pick up where he left off. Thankful for the support, she received him readily, granting herself moans of pleasure as his tongue lapped and flicked at her dripping flower. Her sensual core belonged to his dominating stroke now and he explored his territory thoroughly for several minutes. Not an inch of her womanhood was left unmarked as he sped up the process. Concentrating on the center of her arousal he moved his tongue in circles around it, then scraped itself up and down the nub rhythmically numerous times until her thighs were clenching from the ecstatic sensation caused by the slight roughness of his pink tongue. He hurriedly ran it along the area between her clit and her inner slit before slamming it into the center folds, making her gasp from the unexpected intrusion. He brought it out quickly and fluttered over her swollen nub until she nearly screamed from the inevitable rush of pleasure it brought. When it was over, her thighs unclenched and he allowed her legs to slide back down to the floor so she could stand on her own.
He stood up, wiping his mouth with his thumb and forefinger. He was breathing heavily but not so much as her.
“Better?” he asked in a serious tone. She nodded and hesitantly leaned her head forward to indulge in a smooch with him as he bent his head down to meet her lips.
“Well, now that that’s over with I’m sure you’d like to get down to business now,” he continued as he undid his pants for her.
Forcing herself out of the dreamy state she was in, she resumed her old demeanor, one of business-like impassiveness. She took over and removed his pants to find his lower body to be just as athletic looking as his upper. And when he was fully unclothed, she was pleased to find him already hard. The sight of his fully erect manhood was as pleasing as his previous ministrations and she smiled at him as she took it in her hand, stroking it up and down its shaft until she was sure she had him under her thumb. She let go of him long enough to place her hand flat on his abdomen to make him step back and as he did she bent down to take him in her wanting mouth, but just as the tip of his shaft was about to enter through her lips he suddenly grasped her shoulder, pushing her back up.
“No, no,” he said quickly. “It’s not your mouth I want to be inside of right now,” he whispered as he put a hand around her waist and pulled her forward up against his naked body. He turned her away from the wall and kissed her passionately, whirling his tongue through her open oral cavity and searing her lips with his own hot mouth. She melted into his touch as she slowly felt him sinking. His body descending to the floor he pulled her down with him as the kiss continued, eventually becoming several small kisses as they both reached their knees. He leaned into her until she had no choice but to lean back and eventually come to rest on the floor lying on her back, knees bent, legs spread. He quickly positioned himself between her thighs and entered her slowly. Though he was not small, he was not overly large either, his member fitting comfortably into the category of slightly above average in size. It was longer than it was wide which suited her just fine as she took his thrusts with intoxicating pleasurable comfort. He placed his hands on the floor on each side of her head to balance himself as he laid into her. Several moans escaped her as he quickened the pace and she found herself losing that impassive air once again as she enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, pummeling her senses with his hardened force. His hips jabbed into her soft inner thighs with each forward thrust until her body was being pushed upward on the cold floor with every plundering move. She arched her head back and waited out the storm as he slowed and sped up, pushing her to another orgasm until she cried out beneath him and shared his own climax, feeling his seed spill into her as he came.
He did not stay and rest within her walls though. After his climax was complete he removed himself from her and stood up. Reaching down he offered her a hand to help her rise. Casting aside her current thoughts, which just left her confused, very much like he did, she took it. He pulled her up to her feet and went to fetch his clothes. After pulling them on, he walked towards her. She had wrapped herself in a blanket and was brushing the hair out of her face that had plastered itself to her skin from the thin layer of sweat that resulted from her activities. Tarell had donned his cape once more but left the hood down as he reached her. Tilting her chin he planted a small peck upon her lips, which she struggled to keep longer than he. He smiled down at her as he reached into his inner pocket, pulling out a small bag. Placing it in her hand, she already knew what it was. She handed it back to him, ignoring the surprised look on his face.
“There’s no charge, Tarell. This one was on the house,” she said.
“Nonsense, here,” he said insisting she take the money.
“No, I came to you with the offer, you didn’t seek me out. Besides I enjoyed it too much for it to be business,” Sara replied, refusing the payment. She couldn’t believe she just admitted to that.
Tarell sighed, partly in frustration and partly in sorrow. Perhaps this had been a mistake, after all. It would be easier if he could tell himself that truthfully, but in all honesty he had received just as much pleasure in their forbidden act as she had. And that realization just made him feel more guilt about what had occurred than he had experienced while doing it.
He said nothing more, but turned and began walking towards the front door. Just before he got there, he dropped the bag of coins on the table and opened the door. He turned back, giving her a sullen look.
“The pleasure was mutual, believe me. But take it anyway. It’s easier that way, erases some of the guilt. I don’t want to return home tonight only thinking that my heart responded to someone other than Mary, no matter how much of a void exists between her and me. I’d rather believe it was only for an impulsive carnal desire, which has been satisfied. Thank you for a lovely evening, Sara,” he said as he pulled the hood over his dark head of hair, resembling a phantom once again.
“Farewell,” he finished as he turned and stepped across the threshold and into the cold nightly air of London. When the door closed behind him, she could hear his receding footsteps as they beat down the stairs toward his waiting carriage. After a minute or two she heard the sound of hooves as the horses took off, pulling Tarell Sheridan back to his cold home and his equally cold wife.
Sara staat tat the bag left by the tall, handsome man in black, but she did nothing to retrieve it. Instead, she turned around and walked toward her own empty bed, hoping that a good night’s sleep would erase the confounding events of the evening so she could return to her normal life in the morning.