The Taking of Clara (5 page)

“Real
as in you’re mine. You’re not going anywhere.” He leaned over to brush her lips
with his. Her hand touched his chest as she kissed him again. The electricity
from her touch almost undid him. Clara had no idea of the power she possessed.

“Why
would you want me?”

Matthew
leaned back staring at her. “Why wouldn’t I want you?” He hated how she viewed
herself. Matthew would spend the rest of his life showing her how much she
meant to him. The thought of forever with her filled him with joy

“You’re
going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you?”

She
caressed his cheek before he pulled away. He didn’t want to pull away but he
needed to keep some semblance of control. Being a Dom meant he shouldn’t come
apart so easily. With Clara, he didn’t react normally. He’d wanted her for so
long that he now felt like a horny teenager, excited about getting his woman.

“We’ve
got breakfast along with another day of exploring. Come on.” He slapped her ass
when she buried her head in the pillow. The slap on her ass made her yelp. He
chuckled while he walked to the bathroom. The sound of the slap made his cock
harden with new arousal. He wanted more than anything to spend the whole day in
bed. If he did, he’d lose his mind in her sweet heat. He didn’t want to scare
her away and part of him was afraid of admitting his feelings. Matthew knew he
was in love with her. He’d never felt this way about any other woman. Clara
consumed his every waking thought. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror,
Matthew saw the depth of his feelings written in his gaze. His heart pounded
inside his chest with the need to go out and tell her. She really didn’t have
the first clue of the power she possessed.

He
listened as she moved around his bedroom. In his mind he saw her voluptuous
body, walking around his room. He gripped the edge of the sink, stopping
himself from going to her. When the sound of her moving faded, Matthew turned
the shower on. He turned the water to cold in an attempt to get his raging
erection under control. Between his love and his lust, Matthew was fighting a
losing battle.

“Are
you okay?” she asked.

Matthew
pulled the curtain aside. The door to the bathroom remained closed. The sound
of her voice made his cock thicken once again. The cold shower rendered useless
from her speaking. Cursing his hormones Matthew called out he was fine.

When
she left, Matthew rested his head against his arm, which leaned against the
wall. He really hadn’t anticipated the strength of his feelings for Clara.
Being the hard-headed boss was getting harder and harder every day.

After
he finished cleaning up, Matthew climbed out of the shower then padded back to
his bedroom. Clara was nowhere to be seen but her scent lingered.

Chapter
Seven

For
the rest of the week Clara never left his side. He took her on dates throughout
the week. They ate lunch together. The nasty whispers at work ceased the moment
he walked out of his office and kissed her on the lips for everyone to see. The
moment his lips met hers felt like a true chick flick clip for her. When she
called her best friend to tell her about what happened, Tara encouraged her.
“Don’t you think we’re moving a little fast?” Clara asked.

“Moving
fast? Honey, it’s about time you moved anything. You’re twenty-five years old
and hold one sexual experience. I like the sound of this Matthew. If he makes
you scream in bed for all the right reasons he’s the man to have,” Tara said.
“Call me with all the juicy details.”

Matthew
still hadn’t done anything other than give her an orgasm. She shared his bed.
Every morning he kissed her like he did at night. Clara wanted to go further.
He made her ache in ways she’d never felt before.

They’re
relationship moved faster but she didn’t feel like it was a bad thing? He
wanted her. She wanted him where was the problem? They were not hurting anyone.

On
Saturday evening Matthew left early to go to the office. He wore a business
suit which never failed to make her wet.

Clara
watched him arrive back him. She saw him get out of his car then walk to the
door. The sound of the door opening filled the room as he entered his home. Her
body hummed with need for him. Since he left her to go to work, she’d wanted
nothing more than his touch on her body all day. She wished she could have gone
with him.

She
moved to the top of the stairs. He hadn’t noticed her. Taking a step at a time
she descended the steps naked. Clara wanted him to take her. She couldn’t wait
any longer. She wanted the passion he kept buried deep inside him. He said he
would only take her when she was ready. She was more than ready.

The
step creaked and he looked up. His gaze froze her in her place. “Hi,” she said.

Matthew
didn’t say a word. She began walking down the stairs until she stood in front
of him. His cock outlined through his trousers. Ignoring his length she removed
his jacket for him placing small kisses along his jaw line. “Did you have a
good day?” she asked.

“It’s
getting better.”

“Good.”
She opened the buttons of his shirt exposing his flesh for her to touch. “I
missed you.”

“I
can tell.” The moment his shirt hit the floor he came out of his trance.
Matthew took control. He picked her up in his arms then carried her back up the
stairs to his room. She kissed his neck unable to not touch him.

Matthew
dropped her on the bed. She bounced then sat up to watch him remove his clothing.
His cock stood out long, thick with the tip pulsing with pre-cum. She licked
her lips. He crawled up the bed to her. Clara lay down opening her thighs as he
kissed each of her legs. This is what she wanted. The pleasure from his touch
threatened to ignite the passion between them. His hands skimmed up her thighs
on the inside of her legs. She moaned when he laid the palm of one hand over
her mound. His thumb slipped between her pussy lips to tease her clit. She
cried out when he pushed two fingers inside her. The pleasure threatened to
undo her.

“More,”
she said. Her friend’s words whispered through her mind. Taking pleasure from
him did not make her a slut. She had no intention of leaving him. Her feelings
for Matthew grew every day.

His
tongue replaced his thumb, gliding wet as it pressed against her clit. Matthew
knew what to do with her body. Two fingers pushed in then pulled out of her
while his tongue flicked her clit. Her climax spun through her like a giant
wave. She cried out. Her orgasm made her moan and quiver with pleasure under
him.

Matthew
didn’t stop. He held her down under his assaulting tongue while he brought her
to climax two more times. By the time she came back down to earth her body
shook with the aftershocks of her release. Her body was languid and calm.

He
kissed up her body spending plenty of attention on her breasts. She cried out
when he nibbled the tips, his teeth biting down. The pleasure shot straight
through her body making all of her nerve endings stand up. Compared to the time
she lost her virginity, under his expert hand sex became the best experience of
her life. He knew what to do with her body to make her come alive.

She
tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. The taste of her pussy turned her
on. Matthew had been the first man to ever go down on her. The way he invaded
her every waking moment she knew she was falling for him. Their time together was
the best part of her life.

He
plunged his tongue inside her mouth. She touched him with her own meeting him
stroke for stroke.

“I
want you, Clara. I want to fuck you, make love to you. I want to make you mine.
Do you want to be mine?” he asked in between kisses.

“Yes,”
she said with a moan. He bit down on her neck. The
goosebumps
erupted all over her body. She pressed her pelvis up hoping to encourage him to
fuck her.

He
held her in place with his own body. His hands locked hers above her head.
“I’ll take you when I want to, Clara. Are you desperate for my cock?”

“Yes.
I want you, Matthew. Please, make the bad experience go away,” she begged.

“I
will.” Matthew reached over to his stand by his bed. He pulled out a foil
packet. “Don’t move,” he said.

She
lay in the position he left her. Clara watched as he tore into the packet then
rolled the condom over his length. In minutes he would be inside her. He moved
back over her, running his cock through her slit. She gasped when the tip of
him pressed inside her cunt. The pleasure so unlike anything she’d ever felt.
Biting her lip she looked at him as with one smooth thrust he plunged inside
her.

A
whimper left her lips when he impaled her.

“You’re
so fucking tight.”

He
groaned.

Matthew
pulled out of her body until the tip of his cock remained inside her. She shook
her head. “Don’t stop.”

“I
wouldn’t dream of stopping.”

In
another hard thrust he fucked her hard. Her cries echoed around the room.
Matthew fucked her fast each plunge of his hips taking her deeper with every second
that past. Clara wrapped her arms around his neck. His thick arms held her
close as he pounded her body. She never knew how hot and dirty sex could be. He
obliterated all of her beliefs with each push of his cock.

“I
want you to come again. Touch your clit.” Matthew rolled them over sitting up
with her in his lap. His cock lay deep inside her. He took her fingers licking
the tips then pressed her hand between them to touch her clit.

She
moaned with the first touch of her fingers. She’d masturbated plenty of times
before but never with a hard, thick cock insider her.

“That’s
it, baby. Make yourself come. Let me feel you come apart.” His hands went to
her hips, lifting her up then pulling her down on his length. She couldn’t keep
her eyes open as the sensation built inside her. His cock felt amazing. Every
time her pussy tightened around him the pleasure grew. Matthew sucked on her
tits. She touched her clit in light strokes with two fingers. The tightening
inside her building as his release drew closer.

“I
can feel you, honey. You’re so close. You want my hard cock. I want you so
badly. You’re mine after so long of waiting.” His words made no sense. He kept
talking to her. She tuned out. Her fingers on her clit were the only two things
on her mind.

Her
climax built until she hurtled off the edge of oblivion with a scream. Matthew
caught her taking her to the bed with his cock plunging inside her.

She
held on as he growled against her neck. His dick
pulsed
his sperm inside the condom. Her heart pounded inside her chest coming down
from the amazing high of sex. Still, Matthew held her in his arms.

For
the first time in a while she felt safe, even a tiny bit loved.

*
* * *

Matthew
enjoyed holding her in his arms. He didn’t want to break apart from her, the
pleasure was so intense. He was an experienced man, yet he’d never felt so
connected to someone in the way he did with Clara.

When
she began to struggle under his weight he moved off her. He got rid of the
condom then washed the remains of their coupling off his shaft. She lay with
her back to him. Matthew walked round the bed then got inside. His tummy
rumbled but he ignored the craving for food. Clara had come to him. He’d deal
with her after care. He knew she wanted to talk. He waited, ready to listen.

He
reached out to take her hand. She gave him hers then she stared at him for
several minutes.

“I
don’t know anything about you,” she said.

“You’ll
learn everything about me with time.” Part of him feared she wouldn’t like him.
He was a Dom and shouldn’t fear such things but when it came to Clara, she
owned his heart, not just his body.

“Tara
said I shouldn’t worry about our lack of knowledge about each other. She thinks
we’ll be good for each other.”

“Your
friend has become my favorite person. Not everyone can wait to know each other,
Clara. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He stroked her cheek enjoying the sound
of her sigh.

“I
think we’re doing something wrong.”

He
sighed. What could he say to make her see the truth? He’d spent a great deal of
time wanting her that he’d not given any thought to the consequences of her
feelings. She was his reason for living.

“Only
because you’re designed to think we’re supposed to take years to take what you
want. If you want to know what color I like, or how I have my coffee, then ask.
But, please, don’t make the simplest of things a reason for you to not be with me.
I’m here, I want you. Time shouldn’t matter. What we know about each other
shouldn’t matter. I like being with you.” He kissed her lips to silence any
protests she might make. When he’d thought up his plan he knew this would be
the hardest part, convincing Clara that their relationship was meant to be. He
didn’t care about what he needed to say to convince her. Clara meant everything
to him.

“What
if I don’t like you?” she asked. He ran his fingers through her slit touching
her clit then he pushed two fingers inside her.

“This
doesn’t feel like someone who doesn’t like me,” he said.

“Sex
is not the same.” She broke off on a moan as he added a third finger inside
her. His digits were nothing compared to the length and width of his cock. She
wanted him inside her once again. He felt her response to him.

Matthew
pulled away. “I’m not thinking about the sex when I’m with you. I like looking
at you. The sound of your voice calls to me. I like the way you nibble your lip
when you’re nervous. You’ve never once yelled at the women in the office even
though they treat you like shit. I’m going to change that, Clara. You’ll never
be treated like anything but the woman you are.”