#LoveScenes (R18 Jamie Dornan & Dakota Johnson fanfic Discontinued)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: 4theFIRSTtime(1)

Dakota's bedroom was as enormous as the adjoining bedroom Jamie was going to sleep in. The floor to ceiling double windows not only let in the bright Californian sunlight but framed picturesque panoramic views of the fruitful vineyard and green rolling hills broken by the reflective pool, swimming pool, on one side and the tree lined drive and courtyard on the opposite side.

Her bedroom walls were cream and furnishings had accents of red. The king size four poster bed was had a modern steel frame that extended to an intricate metal design to the head board. There was a cream draping of netting that wrapped the very top of the four posts. Immediately above the bed was the reflective surface of a mirror. The setting suited Jamie's purposes.

"Get up."

Her blouse was already unbuttoned at the front. The front clasp to her bra had been unfastened to expose her swollen breasts and nipples erect from his earlier caresses. Jamie had unzipped Dakota's skin tight jeans. Obediently she got up and stood nervously semi naked in front of him. Although Dakota trusted Jamie, she could not help feeling the flutter of butterflies in her stomach.

She had had her hymen reattached before she knew about Jamie's dark secret. His blood lust, specifically how he acted when he tasted her blood. Dakota thought of Shakespeare's words, "The heart wants what it wants..." Her heart wanted Jamie more than ever. When Jamie distanced himself from Dakota, she filled the emptiness by indulging in more thrill seeking, more adrenaline inducing activities than she would have done ordinarily. She wanted to feel something, anything to fill the emptiness.

Having sex with Jamie would be death defying. In a word, deadly.

"Am I becoming a slave to passion," Dakota thought to herself as Jamie expertly slid the blouse off her shoulders and arms. He let his practiced hands linger and savour the tantalising feel of her silky skin. He was inflaming her passions and quivers of dread... Her simmering, sea blue and sapphire eyes were held captive by his deep blue ones with the hazel starburst glowing gold.

Jamie was amazed at how Dakota suppressed her survival instincts. Most people would have put a halt to what was happening between them. No one, not even his wife could confront his predatory blood lust. Dakota was unlike anyone else in his life. On the outside she was petite and vulnerable. On the inside she was like a battle hardened soldier, used to running towards danger, staring death in the face and slipping from its skeletal grip.

Jamie could sense some of what Dakota was feeling by the exquisite scent of pheromones she unconsciously released in the air. He saw her eyes dilate with arousal and her skin tinge with the colour of the blood rose he gave her earlier. Her sexual response was so alluring it fuelled his sexual hunger, "I don't think there's anything more sexy than getting you out of these restrictive clothes," he whispered.

Impatiently, Jamie tugged at her padded bra, guiding it off her chest, shoulders and arms before letting it slip to the floor. "Are you criticising my clothes," Dakota smiled at his barbed compliment before moaning as he planted a lingering wet kiss on each nipple. He wished he had nipple clamps to press them on making her gasp. She moaned louder each time he used nipple clamps on her. Just thinking about nipple clamps and how she writhed in pleasure made his erection twitch.

"It takes me longer getting to your naked skin in these clothes...You've got such dainty feet." Jamie knelt down at Dakota's feet. He was the Dominant and it was perversely exciting for Dakota to see him kneel at her feet almost in supplication to her.

"Do you like it when I wear revealing clothes," she teased.

"I want you in clothes that are easier for me to get into."