Forbidden Study | Ch 1-4 preview

3. An idyllic week

He was relentless with her in bed, they barely left the room for two days. Laura lost count of the times they made love, every position, every angle. She was exhausted, exhilarated, desperately in love with him.

Just one time he took her the other way. As with the last time in London he started as gently as possible and he went slowly. But this time he took her lying on her back, so he could look at her face while he entered her. She first thought he was about to do it normally until he went lower.

Once again she was a little scared but she trusted him. It was a different sensation to sexual pleasure: more of a yielding, of allowing him the use of her body. He grasped her hips and set the pace and the depth and she tried to relax and give him what he wanted from her.

It felt like he was going deeper into the core of her, stretching her, owning her.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked.

She told him no, but it wasn't entirely true.

"What does it feel like for you?"

"Like you're inside me, in the very centre of me."

She saw the desire darken his eyes and knew that she had given him the right answer. She couldn't really hide it from him though, when he thrust in fully each time, that there was some discomfort.

He moved his hand between her legs, swirling his finger around her most sensitive point. She gasped and arched towards his touch. But he left her core spot and circled around it instead, refusing to give her exactly what she craved.

"Not yet. I want to take this slowly with you," he told her.

Whenever his finger brushed over her in the exact place she felt a throb which turned any discomfort to pleasure. Then he would move it around her for a while, continuing to push in and out of her. He wanted to link any pain she felt with pleasure.

He wanted her submission, to submit to him because she desired him so much.

"Tell me what it's like when I'm inside you like this," he asked her.

She wasn't sure what to say or what he wanted to hear. "It's sort of heavy, and there's nothing else in the world but you."

"And what do you want from me?"

"More of you." It was barely a whisper but it conveyed all he needed to know. She was entirely his.

He finally allowed her more stimulation where she needed it, watching her face as he did so and the conflicted emotions that crossed it. Confusion, fear, desire.

She was so tight around him, skin on skin. He was so hard and swollen now he could barely hold back, so he increased the pace. At first it hurt and she bit her lip and shifted but with his other hand he held her still and thrust faster and faster.

Now her pressed on her button directly, firmly, with the flat of his thumb. She bucked against him, whimpering. With the sensations growing there she barely noticed any pain or discomfort, she just desperately needed release.

He was able to go harder and deeper and her body was reaching towards him, finally wanting the depth, embracing it.

Laura closed her eyes and let it take her over. She was overwhelmed, physically and emotionally. She could hear him saying things to her, how much he loved her, how much he desired her, how beautiful she was, but it felt like he was far away.

She stopped thinking, she couldn't speak, she could only feel. When it was finally over, when the waves had finished passing through, she wanted oblivion. She felt disconnected from him. The world seemed tilted, as though she was lying on a downwards gradient.