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In The Night Garden Pt. 01

By: The_Red_Woman



Eva looked up into the night sky and sighed. Another Saturday night at the Golden Lion pub as had come to be somewhat of a routine for her and her circle of friends. Although she was generally quite happy with the way her life was going at the moment; great job, lovely boyfriend and a group of the best friends a girl could ask for, something in her craved something new, something exciting. Unfortunately as her friends were seemingly comfortable with this routine they'd made for themselves these thoughts were locked safely away inside her own head for fear of upsetting the dynamic of the group.

"I'd better have a few drinks to get myself in the mood," she said to herself as she looked at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. 

Eva was exceptionally beautiful; 22 years old with bright blue eyes that shone like sapphires out from her pale milky complexion under long black lashes. She had cheekbones to die for, full pouting lips, and long mahogany hair that flowed down her back reaching the base of her spine. She'd always noticed people looking at her; women and girls envious of her natural beauty, and men simultaneously staring in awe as she walked by but she usually thought nothing of it. She had always thought of herself as somewhat of a "Plain Jane," standing at only 5 foot 1 she naively believed that she was too small and average looking to be noticed by anyone and that men preferred tall slender blondes. Although she was slim and toned due to 5 weekly visits to the gym, she was slightly curvier than some of her other female friends which made her feel slightly self conscious.

As Eva and her boyfriend, Freddie arrived at the Golden Lion they were met with the same friendly greetings from all the young regulars as well as looks that only Freddie knew the real reasons for, making him draw Eva closer to him to assert his "ownership" of her. Of course she thought this was ridiculous and that no one was even staring. Sometimes she even thought that he was only with her to use her as an accessory, to take out with him and show off, then discard when he'd found something more entertaining to do.

Soon after, more and more of their friends arrived as well as the usual crowd. Eva never usually drank too much as she didn't like the way she felt when drunk, she liked to have a clear head and be in control. However on this particular night she was getting annoyed at being ignored practically all night, so she thought, "I might as well have a couple seeing as everyone else is, who knows it might get me in the mood." 

About an hour or so later, Eva felt flushed and lightheaded. Freddie was always the centre of attention among their friends and was known as the life and soul of the party, whereas Eva was introverted and shy without the aid of alcohol to boost her confidence around people. Looking at Freddie she knew why he was so well liked. At the age of 25 he was tall, handsome, with deep chocolate coloured eyes that shone warmly when he smiled. His hair was of the same colour and flowed down his back, and his arms were covered in vibrant tattoos of coy carp and cherry blossoms. That was the main reason she fell for him if she was honest, he was rough around the edges. It certainly wasn't his wit and intellect that drew her to him because although he was beautiful to look at, at times it seemed as though he didn't have two brain cells to rub together. He had heaps of charisma, but lacked charm.

"Here we go again," she thought to herself, rolling her eyes at Freddie's jokes that everyone else seemed to find hilarious but she could never work out why. "I'm getting another drink," she shouted over the table to him as she swiftly got up out of her seat and strolled over to the bar. She glanced over at the current spectacle that was the group at her table, whilst rolling her eyes she turned to face the other way to be met by a familiar face.

"Hello you!" It was Tom, one of the young regulars who she often partook in small talk with when left alone at the bar. 

"Oh...Hi," she stuttered as he held out his arms and wrapped her in a hug that lasted slightly longer than she felt comfortable with. She immediately became aware that the dress she was wearing revealed a little cleavage which she caught Tom ever so quickly glance at as she pulled away. Tom was one of Freddie's friends, they were the same age and went to school together, although they had grown apart so they didn't hang out much these days. He was another fun loving, life and soul type of guy, who always had girls around him lapping up his every word. With dark mid length hair that swept across his forehead revealing dark green eyes that seemed to be able to see deep into your soul and see what you were thinking, Eva was always wary of what she said around him in case somehow he could read her thoughts while looking intensely into her eyes. He had more of a clean cut look as opposed to Freddie as he was clean shaven, showing his chiselled jawline and full lips, and behind those a set of dazzling white teeth.

"You here by yourself?" She asked, her feeble attempt to make small talk, even though she'd seen him arrive with a group of his friends earlier. She'd never admit that he intrigued her and that she found herself watching him at times then having to snap out of it before anyone noticed. He was like a tractor beam, he commanded everyone's full attention, not to mention he was gorgeous.

"Nah, I'm here with the usual lot," he chimed sarcastically rolling his eyes. He quickly looked around to see that Freddie was not next to Eva. He then noticed him sat at the crowded table across the pub laughing and joking, not even bothered that his beautiful girlfriend wasn't by his side. He wondered what the hell was wrong with him, but pleased that for the moment he had her to himself.

"Don't tell me a beautiful girl like you is being made to buy her own drink?" He said with a wink, and sidled up closer to her so that she could feel his hips on hers.

"Oh, no it's fine," she giggled nervously. "I just wanted to get away from the table to be honest, it's a bit rowdy over there."

"Well if you were mine I'd never let you out of my sight in a place like this. Freddie's taking a big risk there if you ask me." His eyes never left hers and she started to feel slightly panicked. She fumbled through her bag to find her purse to give herself an excuse to look away from his demanding stare, eye contact was something she had never felt comfortable with. She laughed nervously and cleared her throat, not knowing how to respond to the compliment. 

"Well, I'm a big girl I can take care of myself," she sighed musically, getting out her purse when Tom suddenly placed his hand over hers and gave the barmaid a wink to indicate that this was his round. She looked down at his hand that was still on hers and with some difficultly pulled her own from under it. "Thanks but it's okay I can pay for my own," to which Tom placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer, putting his lips up to her ear. 

"If I can't buy the sexiest girl in the pub a drink then I'll consider my night ruined, so I'm afraid you have no choice. I'm sure you can pay me back somehow," he whispered softly. A mischievous smirk spread across his face as he gently stroked her waist with the back of his hand, and with the other gave the barmaid the money for their drinks.

"Oh," she thought worriedly, "what do I do?" She quickly looked over to Freddie who was oblivious to what was going on over at the bar, unaware that his girlfriend was being inappropriately spoken to by another man, a man he knew nonetheless, a man who had a reputation for pursuing girls, and this girl was by far the best looking girl in the place. Did he even care? "Uhmm, okay. Thank you," she smiled weakly feeling slightly flushed. "I'll buy your next one?" She looked up at him, his eyes were still intensely locked on hers. A smile spread across his face, his hand still on her waist as if in his own secret way he was renouncing Freddie's ownership of Eva and claiming her for his own. 

"We'll see. So I was thinking of going outside for a smoke. Wanna come?" He asked as he guided her toward the back door of the pub. She didn't know what to say, part of her wanted to go outside with him, she didn't know why but every time she spoke to him she couldn't help but want to be around him. He had that effect on almost everyone. Plus she kind of felt like a cigarette, she wasn't a smoker but always enjoyed one when she was a little tipsy.

"Yeah, okay, I'll just go tell Freddie first in case he wonders where I am," she said nervously, looking over to their table where she could see Freddie and his friends knocking back pitchers of beer talking loudly amongst themselves.

"I wouldn't worry if I were you," Tom laughed. "He seems alright to me." He then gave her waist a squeeze and led her out to the garden.

The garden was quiet, as if once closed the door had shut all sound from inside the pub in. It was also pitch black, the landlord had obviously forgotten to turn the outdoor lights on. Eva felt a little dizzy once she stepped out into the night air, Tom stood in front of her. Not quite realising how tipsy she was, she stumbled down the step and let out a squeal. She fell into Tom's arms and felt her heart drop, her heartbeat quickened it's pace. 

"Woah, good job I was here to catch you eh?" He chuckled. He still had hold of her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, her small hands rounded into fists on his chest to balance herself. She released herself and took a few steps back, and felt glad for the darkness so he couldn't tell that she was blushing furiously. She found a table to lean on that was a safe enough distance away from Tom so from an outsider's perspective it would seem like two friends innocently stepping outside for a cigarette. "What are you saying?" She thought, internally scolding herself for thinking something so ridiculous, "of course this is innocent!" She shook all those thoughts out of her head and looked over to where Tom was standing, and even though it was pitch black she knew his eyes were firmly locked on her. 

She heard a click and a small flame appeared, she could see Tom's face in the small orange glow of his lighter as he lit his cigarette. She was right, his eyes were fixed on hers as they had been practically the entire night. He held out his cigarette and she reached out for it. Before she realised what was happening he quickly gripped her wrist and pulled her closer to him. She gasped, giggled timidly, then took the cigarette from his hand and stepped back from him once again. She took a long toke and inhaled, it seemed to calm her down for a moment. At that moment a dim outdoor light flickered on, almost casting a weak spotlight over the two of them. She walked back over to the wooden picnic bench across the overgrown garden, put her feet on the bench and sat on the table, straightening her dress to make sure it was at a suitable length as she sat down. Tom walked over and sat up on the table next to her.

"So are you gonna tell me what's bothering you gorgeous?" He asked, "and why you were so willing to come out here alone with me." He moved closer to her so that their legs were tightly pressed together. She felt a little awkward and moved her leg away from him.

"It's nothing, and I was under the impression that we came out here for a cigarette," she said sarcastically, quietly proud of herself for not allowing her nerves to get the better of her. Besides he was just being friendly, a little flirty perhaps, but that was just in his nature. He let out an amused chuckle, placed his hand behind her and leaned in closer.

"Who knew you had a sense of humour!" He laughed and playfully poked her waist. "Still, it's really dark out here, we're completely alone with no danger of anyone coming out, everyone goes to smoke in the other garden. I could be a dangerous man and have my way with you out here and no one would hear you scream," he said in a mocking sinister tone, and gave her 'that' wink, a wink that Eva imagined made other girls weak at the knees for him. Anyone else would probably let him have his way with them in the shabby pub garden across the damp rotting wooden table. 

As her mother would say, "He could charm the birds out of the trees and straight into a pie for tomorrow's dinner." She smiled to herself at the thought, but was immediately brought back to the present by Tom's hand snaking along her back. She glanced over her shoulder at his wandering hand, and then into his eyes, which were searching hers intently. She blushed and looked down at her feet, swinging them as they couldn't quite reach the ground, anything to distract herself from his intense eye contact. He lowered his head to try and meet her gaze.

"You really have no idea how sexy you are do you?" He breathed, "as well as being fucking adorable," and with a grin looked down at her swinging feet. 

She was speechless. Her eyes darted away from him and back towards her feet. Her mind was frantically searching for a suitable response. 

"What am I meant to say to that?" She screamed internally to herself, "Oh God what's happening right now?"

"I bet I could do a far better job in the bedroom department than Freddie too," he whispered. "I know what girls like, I've never failed to make a girl come you know?" His hand was slowly sliding up Eva's bare leg, she was so nervous she couldn't speak. "Why don't you let me show you?" He lowered his eyes to meet hers once again, and slowly moved towards her.

"Tom!" She finally managed to exclaim, slightly embarrassed. "You can't say things like that!" She batted his hand away, making a rather pointless attempt to pull her tight dress over her knees.

"Why not?" He raised his voice slightly, "don't tell me you honestly love him? He's a fucking moron Eva you can do better! Were you even at the same table as him tonight? He's barely even spoken to you. If you were my girlfriend I'd want the whole fucking world to know!" He motioned towards the pub door where Freddie was blissfully unaware of what was going on, his voice grew agitated.

"I-I don't know, it's none of your business," Eva snapped angrily, "I'm going inside. I don't have to explain myself or my boyfriend to you." She got up off of the table and turned toward the door. Tom swiftly followed her, grabbed her by the hand and turned her around to face him. Before she could speak he pulled her closely to him and pressed his lips against hers. His kiss was hard and demanding, refusing to let her go. She was frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do. She'd never been in a situation like this before, Freddie was usually around to prevent this kind of thing, now she was completely defenceless.

Once she finally managed to push him off she backed away from him. She'd seen in several movies where this happened and then the feisty young female protagonist would give the arrogant brute a slap across the face. She couldn't do that though, surely that was slightly too dramatic. She couldn't deny to herself that a small part of her had enjoyed the kiss. Her heart was racing and she was starting to tremble.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," he sniggered and moved slowly towards her, and as he moved in to kiss her again she squirmed out of his reach.

"Stop it someone will see!" She cried, "Freddie's right in there!" She was afraid that someone had heard but also hoped that someone would come outside so she could make her excuses and escape. At that moment, the one low burning orange light started to flicker then shut off completely. They were once again in complete darkness.

"Come over here," he said softly, slowly approaching her. "No ones gonna come out." She was breathing heavily, desperately searching for somewhere to escape without running back inside and looking suspicious or drawing attention to herself, but in the darkness she couldn't see anything apart from a dark outline of a man getting larger and larger as it came toward her.

"There's no need to be shy, I don't bite...unless you like that." She could hear the smirk in his voice, she was obviously nervous and he knew it. She tried to compose herself and prove that she was in control of the situation. 

"Wh-what do you mean?" She breathed timidly, her hands reaching out behind her in an attempt to stop herself from falling. "I'm fine. It's just so dark I can't see a thing," and with one last step back she found herself backed against a wall. Her breathing became heavier and her knees started to shake. She could sense him standing in front of her, then felt his hand slide behind her and his fingers softly entangle themselves in her hair, stroking it almost lovingly.

"Then that means no one can see us," he whispered. "I've wanted you for so long," his hands now caressing her hips.

"W-What?" Eva croaked, her mouth became dry and she could feel tears filling her eyes, "what are you doing?" Her voice grew hoarse as his hand slid down her hip and started stroking her thigh which sent a white hot shock down her spine. "I'm in way over my head, this is getting out of hand," she panicked to herself, too scared to move in fear of what he might do next. Not to mention where he might put his hands.

"You know exactly what I want to do," he purred, his lips nuzzling her jawline, his hand still stroking her thigh, slowly gliding further up, pushing her skirt up with it. "You want this as much as I do. I want you, you want me, what's stopping us now?" She didn't know how to respond, her entire body felt like it had gone up in flames.

"I-I-I have to go inside! Freddie will be wondering where I am, please let me go," her hands pressed against his chest pushing him away. He grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head. She was trapped. Surely he wasn't going to-? No. He wouldn't do that, sure enough he was a master flirt but she'd never dream that he'd force a woman against her will. Then again how much did she really know about him? His lips softly brushed hers and she knew then that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. The tip of his tongue slid along her bottom lip and he bit down on it hard which made Eva cry out.

"Ssshh," he whispered, putting his finger up to her lips. "No one can hear you out here, and stop worrying Freddie's not wondering where you are, he doesn't even know you're gone." It then sunk in that he was right, Freddie was too busy doing shots and joking with his mates to even care where she had gone. A few tears escaped and streamed down her face. 

"Please, not like this, I don't want this," she whispered, the words barely escaping her throat. Tom pulled her closer and kissed her hard once again, his tongue exploring her mouth. He freed her wrists and cupped her breasts, moulding them roughly in his hands. He then moved down towards her inner thigh, dangerously close to her red mound mound that was screaming out to be touched.

"Really? Well I don't think that's true? Maybe we should see just how much you don't want it." He was toying with her, teasing her knowing that her body was telling him an entirely different story.

"Fuck!" She thought to herself, she could feel something stirring inside her, and although it was unwelcome she couldn't control it. "Stop it please, I just want to go back inside," she softly cried as his hands drifted under her dress, pulling up the skirt as he grabbed her ass, caressing and kneeding her soft cheeks, planting kisses and tiny bites along her neck and collarbone. In one swift movement he pulled her away from the wall and guided her back into a small alcove in the corner of the garden that somehow felt even darker, now she was well and truly trapped, it was too dark for her to see how to get out.

"You want this, I know it." He said passionately. He placed his hands on her face and roughly smeared her tears away with his thumbs. "Don't try and tell me you don't because we both know that's a fucking lie." He kissed her again, this time softly as if he were trying not to hurt her. His hands moved down her body, exploring under her dress which had now been pulled up around her waist. She felt as though she was going to explode she was so confused, yet terrified, yet painfully turned on. She tried to push him away and pull her dress down which seemed to spur him on more. His leg slithered between hers and he slammed both her wrists against the wall above her head with one hand. Standing a full foot taller than her as well as being much stronger it was impossible to fight him off, he was like a man possessed. 


In The Night Garden Pt. 01



"For God's sake Eva stop fighting me," he groaned into her ear as he lightly licked and bit the lobe. She felt herself grow weaker, she was certain she was going to faint. His free hand cupped her mound as he began to rub her with all four fingers, before she could protest he reached into her underwear. She was soaking wet and he knew it. He stroked his finger along the outside of her pussy, pushing one finger through the lips to find the treasure inside. He let out a loud moan as his finger explored her smooth shaven pussy, she could feel his hardness growing against her leg.

"Stop. Please. Don't," she whimpered. She could barely speak, she couldn't breathe. He continued to toy with her, his thumb finding her pleasure nub and slowly circling it.

"Tell me you want me Eva. Tell me," he demanded, his forehead against hers, her arms still pinned above her head as he fondled her with his other hand. He knew she was about to come but he wanted to hear her say it, to say how much she wanted him. She cried out loudly and he quickly freed her hands and covered her mouth, he couldn't bear it if someone were to come outside at that moment, there was no way he was going to stop now, she was so close. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, right here and I'll do it. Tell me you want my cock inside you. Please," he groaned as he continued to circle her clit with his thumb, his movements growing faster and faster, his other hand still covering her mouth as more tears spilled from Eva's eyes. He knew she was crying but his urge to touch her, to be inside her took over him completely. He was certain that she didn't really want him to stop but she was too scared.

"Please," she mumbled into his hand, her legs giving way. She fell forward and flung her arms around his neck to keep balance as she knew she was going to come any second. She didn't want to, she didn't want it this way, but deep down she knew that this was the most exciting thing to have ever happened to her. Her heart wanted him to stop but her pussy craved his touch. She wanted him to make her come.

"Come on Eva I know you want this," he moaned against her neck as two fingers speared through her hot wet pussy, "just say it." She would've screamed if her throat wasn't so dry, instead she let out a loud gasp and lost her balance completely. Tom quickly lifted her up and pushed her back roughly against the wall, his fingers still inside her. "Fuck Eva you're so tight," he said excitedly, she could feel him trembling with lust, she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She then heard him start to fumble with the clasp of his belt, his cock growing bigger inside his jeans. He withdrew his fingers from her and swiftly tore off the flimsy fabric of her underwear, and slid his hand under her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist as he pressed himself against her. He was going to fuck her now whether she said the words or not, her body's response was more than what he needed. He'd been taken over and had lost control of his senses. 

Eva became extremely frightened, he was becoming rougher and more aggressive. Although she was on the verge of release she had to stop this, to get away from him, to get back to Freddie where she'd be safe. 

"NO!" She finally screamed. She roughly pushed him away, keeping 

him at arms length as she rushed out of the tiny space he'd had her cornered in. "I don't want this!" She shakily pulled down her dress and adjusted her hair, wiping away the last of the tears from her face. She turned toward the door when like a flash Tom jumped up and hurried after her. She flinched away from his grasp.

"Please. Stay away from me," she hissed, as she left the garden and hurried inside, not daring to look back.



In The Night Garden Pt. 02



She hurried past Freddie and the large group of people at her table and headed straight for the restroom. Once she'd caught sight of herself in the mirror she realised she looked a mess. Her make up was smudged, streaks of black eyeliner ran down her face. She was still violently shaking, going over in her head what had just happened outside. 

"Why would he do that?" she thought to herself, "Why did I even go out there?" Her mind was racing, she felt nauseated and dizzy. "Must be the alcohol," she said calmly, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She turned on the tap and lowered her face under the stream. The cold water felt good, as her face felt like it was burning. "Okay get it together," she repeated to herself, taking out her makeup bag to make herself look normal once again. Once she had decided she looked decent enough to return to her group, she took a final deep breath and left the restroom.

She turned towards her table and froze. To her horror, Tom was stood with Freddie and their friends, talking as if nothing had happened. He saw her standing there watching them, gave her a quick wink and carried on his conversation with Freddie.

"Babe! Over here!" Freddie shouted across the pub to her, beckoning her over, motioning towards the glass of wine on the table. She nervously walked over to Freddie, who scooped her up in his arms and gave her a wet, sloppy kiss. She could smell the beer on his breath which turned her stomach, but as Tom was watching she forced a smile on her face and affectionately kissed him back.

"Tom got a round in, he got you one too, here," he said, handing her the wine glass. She reluctantly took it from him, taking a long sip as she stared into it, not knowing where to look. She could feel Tom's eyes on her, it felt like a white hot laser beam burning through her flesh. In her mind a flashback appeared, his hands all over her, his lips biting, licking, kissing her; his growing aggression as she tried to fight him off. Yet here he was joking around with her boyfriend as if he hadn't a care in the world. She shook her head as if the memories of what happened 20 minutes before would literally fall out. 

"You okay Eva?" Tom asked, a smug half smile spreading across his face, "You look a bit flushed." She scowled at him, then cleared her throat remembering she'd have to act normal so as not to raise any suspicions.

"I'm fine, it's just a little bit hot in here that's all," she mumbled, smiling sweetly at him then quickly darting her eyes back into her glass.

"It is a bit isn't it," he mused, as he came to sit down beside her. "Maybe we should go outside again," he whispered, leaning in towards her, smiling that devilish smile that she wanted to slap from his arrogant face, but at the same time made her melt inside.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"I'm just talking to my old pal Freddie and his very lovely girlfriend," he said, putting on a mocking innocent tone, "what's wrong with that?"

"You know full well what's wrong with that, what are you trying to do to me?" She spat back at him, averting her eyes from his gaze, one look into those smouldering, hypnotising eyes and she feared she'd be under his spell again. 

"Oh there are a lot of things I'd like to do to you, or did you not get that from my demonstration outside, would you like me to show you again? I've got a lot more in mind that that," he purred, knowing she was riled but also that there was nothing she could do about it in front of Freddie.

"Just go away!" She said, glancing over at Freddie who was none the wiser to their conversation. Probably due to a combination of the loud music and the volume of people in the pub. She was quietly grateful that he was a bit dim at this point, he was neither clever nor observant enough to have noticed the tension between them.

"I can't do that, that would be rude, and we both know you enjoy my company, now don't we?" He whispered seductively into her ear, making her shudder, his hand sliding up her leg under the table where he knew no one else could see.

"Stop that!" She said, pushing his hand off and going to stand up, he discreetly pulled her back down into her seat. "Now now," he mocked, "let's not make a scene, just sit down." Anger and frustration bubbled inside her, he was taunting her yet again. She would not admit for a second that a part of her had enjoyed what he done to her outside, neither would she admit that she felt her pussy stir whenever he was around, including now. She could feel her cheeks flushing red again. 

"Fine. If you won't leave, I will," she hissed. She quickly rose up out of her seat and headed towards Freddie, but before she could get to him Tom was in front of her, flinging his arm around his shoulder.

"Listen mate, Eva's not feeling too well and wants to go home. I was planning on leaving anyway, so if you want seeing as I only live down the road I can get in a cab with her and make sure she gets home alright? She didn't wanna say anything because she didn't wanna ruin your night."

Her heart sunk. The conniving bastard. She knew he had excellent powers of persuasion and could wrap anyone around his little finger. The fact that Freddie wasn't the brightest made it even easier. Freddie looked towards her, concerned.

"Are you okay babe? What's wrong?" He went over to her and slipped his arms around her waist, she didn't want him to let go. If only he knew what was happening, what Tom was doing. If only she could tell him what happened outside, but she daren't.

"I'm fine, I'm just exhausted so I'm gonna head home. You stay here though, honestly I'm fine I'm just going to go straight to bed anyway," she said tiredly, sounding very convincing. Tom was impressed.

"Are you sure?" Freddie asked, looking deeply concerned for his girlfriend, one who was lying to him about the real reason for wanting to leave.

She quickly looked at Tom, his eyes boring into her knowing she had no choice but to go along with it. 

"Of course," she said, "like I said I'm just tired, must have been the wine," she joked, feigning a weak smile as she hugged him tightly, "you stay here a while longer it's still early. I'll see you at home okay?"

Freddie cupped her face in his hands, kissed her softly, and released her from his arms. 

"Alright babe, but you!" He shouted pointing at Tom, "You look after her alright? Make sure she gets home safe?"

"I'll take good care of her don't worry!" He shouted back at him across the bar, leading Eva outside by placing his hand on the small of her back. "She'll be safe with me."

It was freezing outside, and Eva remembered she hadn't brought a jacket. She hugged herself, shivering silently as they waited for the taxi. She could feel the goosebumps popping up one by one over her bare legs and arms, and started rubbing them in a futile attempt to keep warm.

"So, giving me the silent treatment are ya?" Tom mocked, putting his jacket over her shoulders, his arm sliding around her waist. She shrugged out of his hold and turned away from him, removing the jacket and holding it out to him, refusing to look him in the eye.

"I don't want it." She said coldly, "I don't want anything from you." 

"Just put the coat on babe you're freezing, don't be stupid," he said as he took the jacket from her and before she could protest he was pulling her arm through the jacket sleeve, turning her by her waist to put her other arm through. It smelt good, like him. She accepted the coat as she immediately felt warm after he put it on her. The taxi seemed to be taking forever.

"Although I can think of better ways to warm up." He was standing directly behind her now, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. His arms slid under the jacket and around her waist, pulling her back towards him. His hands were moving to the tops of her thighs, rubbing them slowly and sensually.

"What are you doing?" She breathed, yet again feeling helpless against his touch, his hands still exploring the tops of her thighs, the tips of his fingers moving dangerously towards her pussy. She gasped as he could feel his hardening cock pushing against the small of her back.

"Just trying to warm us up," he sighed, " and I've just remembered that you don't have any underwear on right now," he purred into her ear, roughly biting the lobe as he took her hand guiding it into his jacket pocket to feel some balled up lace inside. Her mouth went dry as she immediately knew what it was.

She froze. "Shit!" She screamed to herself, remembering back to being out in the garden and Tom tearing away her panties. Her whole body was on fire. She couldn't move, she could feel herself starting to tremble again, only this time it wasn't from the cold, but instead the two fingers reaching under her dress to stroke her bare pussy.

"I will have you, there's no point trying to fight it," He said, his fingers pushing their way through the lips, his thumb playing with her clit. "So wet," he whispered, as one finger sunk deep into her cunt. She had to stop herself from crying out in the quiet courtyard and covered her mouth instead. She felt herself losing balance and falling against him.

"Come home with me," he purred, pushing the second finger into her slick hole, "you know you want this, you're pussy's wet for me, let me make you come."

"I can't," she gasped. His touch felt so good, but so wrong. 

He had complete power over her as he slowly fucked her with his fingers out in the open. He was so exciting, so careless, so desperate to get what he wanted no matter how unethical. Why couldn't she control herself around him? Why couldn't she say no to him? 

The taxi then pulled up in front of them. He quickly but discreetly removed his fingers from inside her and opened the door for Eva. She desperately tried to get into the car in a ladylike fashion but ending up tripping on the kerb and stumbling towards it. Tom grabbed her and stood her back up on her feet. "Come on beautiful, let's get you home before you hurt yourself."

After a tense and silent ten minute car ride, they arrived outside Eva's house. Tom threw a £20 note at the driver and got out of the car, rushing round to the other side to let Eva out. She reluctantly took his hand as he lifted her out as if she weighed nothing at all.

"You can come inside, but only for a minute. I'll make you a coffee or something," she said quietly, knowing she'd probably regret it.

Once they got inside the house, she went to lock the door, too frightened to turn and face the man that had worn her down enough for her to let him into her home, the home she shared with her boyfriend. How she wished Freddie had just come home with her instead. 

"So do you want some coffee or something, or tea?" She asked timidly, going toward the kitchen.

"Did you really invite me in so we could sit down and have a cup of tea?" He mused, slowly walking towards her. "Come on Eva, I've had enough of playing games with you," he said. 

She knew she'd invited him in but she wasn't sure why. She didn't want to cheat on Freddie, even with all his faults she loved him and would never want to hurt him. Something about Tom drew her to him like a moth to a flame, it was almost impossible not to do what he wanted, and he'd stirred something inside her that she'd never felt before. Her life had always been dull, the same thing week in week out, now that Tom had brought on these new strange, confusing feelings she couldn't get them out of her head. She couldn't control herself. She stood before him, small and vulnerable, staring up into his eyes, tears filling hers. 

"Don't talk," she said, and she allowed him to kiss her, softly but passionately. His kiss became harder, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth, their breathing rapidly getting heavier. He lifted her up and pulled her legs around his waist as he carried her upstairs.

With her still in his arms, her legs tightly wrapped around him he pushed her against the bedroom wall, unfastened the clasp on his belt and frantically removed his hard cock from his jeans. He couldn't wait anymore, he had to be inside her. He kissed her roughly as his cock impaled her dripping wet pussy, the two of them letting out loud, exhilarated groans as he repeatedly thrusted into her. Tom had been with tons of girls, but none were like Eva. Her pussy felt like heaven to him. In this moment he promised himself that hers was the only one he'd ever have again.

He turned her around and carried her over to the bed, sitting her on the edge and kneeling before her. She nervously fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he stared into her eyes, placing kisses along her jawline. Once she had taken off his shirt he stood up to remove his jeans, and lifted her up to pull her dress up over her head. And there she was stood naked before him just like he'd imagined a hundred times. Her body unlike one he'd ever seen. Perfect round ample breasts with small pink rosebud nipples, surrounded by creamy white skin as smooth as silk. He sat her back down and knelt down in front of her once again, taking a nipple in his mouth, causing Eva to cry out loudly as he sucked on it, rolling his tongue around the hard nub as he took the other breast in his hand, squeezing it so hard she yelped, a mixture of pain pleasure poured through her like molten lava.

He crawled up the bed after her as she backed up onto it and laid her down, running his hands all over her body, in awe of how beautiful she really was. He climbed on top of her and spread her legs before him, kissing her breasts, nipples, stomach and hips as he lowered himself to put his head between her legs, it was as if he were a pirate searching for buried treasure.

"No!" Eva said worriedly, stopping him in his tracks, "don't do that, please." She tried to close her legs but he held them open, he had to taste her.

"Sssshh," he whispered. Eva laid there, terrified as she had never let a man do this to her before, she'd always found it too crude, too vulgar. She felt even more vulnerable with him holding her legs open, revealing her cunt in all it's glory. She gasped as he softly and slowly licked the full length of it, his tongue wriggling inside lapping up her juices with a powerful thirst, grunting and groaning with ecstasy. He switched from this technique to rapidly flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue which drove her crazy. She whimpered helplessly, arching her back bringing her pussy up to meet his mouth.

"You taste incredible," he purred, and buried his face in her once more and licked roughly at her, ravenous, as if he had been starved for weeks. Eva began to twitch violently, a red heat building up inside her from head to toe. She never knew it would feel like this. She grabbed hold of the bed post as his tongue fucked her hot wet hole, almost convulsing causing the whole bed to shake.

Just when she thought she'd pass out with pleasure, Tom stopped. He moved his way back up the bed so he was on top of her, putting his hand behind her head and bringing her face to meet his, kissing her with that hard, demanding, overpowering kiss, just like the first one he'd ever given her. She could taste herself on his tongue as it swirled around with hers.

"Oh no baby, I don't want you to come like that, not yet," he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. He positioned himself at her dewy gate, rubbing his rock hard cock along the entrance moistening the tip, then slowly pushed his way inside her, groaning loudly as he filled her to the brim, her tight walls closing in and clenching around him.

He pinned her arms by her sides as he fucked her, her cries spurring him on more as he rode her faster. She fought against him as he was holding her down, her entire body shaking. His cock stretching her walls, burying itself deep inside her. Suddenly he sat up and pulled her roughly up onto his lap.

"Ride me," he said, looking deep into her eyes, hypnotising her, knowing he had full control over her now, "I want to look at you properly while I fuck you. All of you." She looked apprehensively at him, and down at his throbbing dick, and lowered herself onto him. He pulled her down over him holding onto her hips, and lifted her up and down, bouncing her on his cock, over and over, his eyes never leaving hers.

"That's good baby, yeah just like that. You're so fucking amazing Eva," he whispered, taking a handful of her hair in his hand and pulling her head back with it, his eyes still fixated on hers thrusting into her repeatedly. She panted as he fucked her hard, she'd never been taken so roughly before, Freddie had always treated her like she was made of china, moving at a glacial pace that although was satisfying it never thrilled her. Tom had done things to her she never imagined could feel so good, but so bad at the same time. She tried to put Freddie out of her mind for the time being; the guilt, the look on his face if he ever found out what she'd done, what she was doing right now, allowing another man inside her. She was close to coming, she'd never come through intercourse before, she didn't even think it was possible.

"Tell me Eva, tell me you're mine," he breathed, "tell me you want me to make you come." He was still pulling her down over his cock, holding her to him, his emerald eyes searching hers, pleading with her to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"I'm yours, I want you, please," she panted as his cock slammed into her over and over again, her fingernails digging into his back. She was so close now, she was about to come harder than she'd ever come before.

"Please what? Tell me, beg me to make you come, I'm so close baby."

"Please, please make me come Tom I need you!" 

Those words sent him over the edge. He pulled her head towards him and bit down hard on her bottom lip, thrusting as hard as he could into her over and over again. He was grunting loudly into her mouth as she moaned, their two bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Eva exclaimed as he rammed into her, digging her nails so hard into his back that she drew blood.

"I'm coming with you baby!" He groaned; and with one last thrust they climaxed together, his warm seed gushing inside her, her body convulsing as he held her, both panting with exhaustion.



In The Night Garden Pt. 03



Guilt began to sink in. Guilt, shame, panic and fear swept over her as Tom laid her back down on the bed. The smell of sex filled the room, cloying in her lungs like mustard gas making her feel sick.

"Oh God. This did not just happen," she gasped, pinned underneath his weight as he held her.

"It sure did!" He exclaimed smugly, sensing her panic, "there's no gong back now you know?" He lightly pinned her to the bed by her wrists, leant down and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Freddie will be home soon, you need to go!" She was panicking now, struggling to free herself from under his weight. "Please, we need to get dressed, you need to leave."

"I don't know, I very much like your current state of dress to be honest," he sneered, ogling the naked body beneath him. He freed her wrists and propped himself up on his elbows, turning his body to face her, "besides, it's only just gone midnight, he won't be home for hours yet. I've been out with him I know what he gets up to."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked accusingly, flinging herself up to sit at the edge of the bed, wrapping herself in the blanket that had fallen off earlier. Her heart was racing, she was in a state of cat-like readiness waiting for the front door to open, and Freddie to come charging in at the scene before him; in his bedroom, in his bed, with his Eva.

"I'm saying," Tom said musingly, pulling her back onto the bed by her wrist so she was yet again lying before him, slowly peeling the blanket from her body, circling her left nipple with his index finger, "that he likes a party. When he goes out he goes all out. He ain't coming home til the morning."

"You don't know that, he might be worried about me and decide to come home early." Tears were filling her eyes, she looked so beautiful, so vulnerable. Her pale skin glowing in the moonlight like a celestial goddess, waiting to be taken.

"I know that if he were that worried he would've come home with you instead of me," he mocked, "we both know who you wanted here with you, who should be here with you." He lightly stroked her cheek, running his fingers past her neck, over her breasts, brushing her stomach and hovering over her damp crease where he had now left his mark.

"You told me you were mine, that it's me you want. You let me take you to your bed and fuck you. There's no denying that."

She was terrified. He was right, she had told him she wanted him and that she was his. "Surely that doesn't count?" She asked herself.

"People say all sorts of things during sex Tom, it doesn't mean anything." She was looking up at him, her bright blue eyes shimmering with tears.

"I know different," he whispered, "I know you can't help yourself when you're with me. I know what makes you tick, what drives you crazy, what makes you scream my name." He poked at her entrance with two fingers, and felt her body tense up. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he looked up at her, her eyes were glazing over. He pushed his fingers through, she was still dripping wet. The effect he had on her was astounding, she felt completely powerless against him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He purred, stroking inside of her so slowly it took all she had not to scream and beg for more.

"Please stop," she whimpered, her body temperature soaring from her head to her feet. "You need to stop."

Tom wasn't relenting, he continued to finger her hot wet pussy slowly, pushing his fingers right up to the hilt, and slowly back out again.

"Your cunt doesn't seem to want me to stop, therefore I'm not convinced I'm afraid," he whispered mockingly, "you're going to have to do better than that to convince me otherwise."

Soft moans escaped her throat as he climbed on top of her, his fingers still deep inside of her. "I still don't think you want me to stop," he teased, her body now writhing beneath him. He took his fingers from inside her and ever so slowly put one of them in his mouth and made a face to suggest that he'd tasted some fine cuisine, licking his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. She closed her eyes, hoping it would stop, that all this was just a dream. She couldn't bring herself to make him stop what he was doing, she felt trapped inside her own mind.

"Make him leave!" She screamed internally to herself, "you don't want this Eva you don't want him!" She felt like she was in a trance, like a marionette whose strings were at his fingertips, controlling her every move. He was positioning himself at her slick warmth. "No," she moaned.

"I didn't hear that," he teased, holding a hand up to his ear in a mocking fashion. He lowered his head so that they were face to face, her frightened eyes looking up at him, anticipating his next move with caution. She could feel the tip of his cock gradually filling her as he looked into her eyes. His lips softly brushed hers, his tongue running along the inside of her bottom lip as he slowly drove himself into her wetness.

"You're mine now. I've claimed you already, and now I'm claiming you again, just the way you like it baby," he whispered into her ear.

Something stirred inside her, as if she'd been given an adrenaline shot. 

"No! I'm not! Stop! Stop Tom I mean it!" She was shouting now, her voice breaking as the words escaped her throat.

He suddenly became still and looked down at her. An evil smile appeared on his face as he then started to withdraw from her almost completely.

"Wrong answer," he said, and with one powerful movement he speared through her. She cried out in a disorienting feeling of release and pain, he quickened his pace, fucking her hard and fast with no sign of stopping no matter how loud she cried. He crushed his lips against hers, his tongue charging it's way into her mouth. Eva tried to scream but was muffled by his kiss, his tongue forcing a response from hers as he slammed himself into her over and over.

Tears were streaming down her face, she was groaning with fear and pleasure. He was right, he knew exactly what to do to drive her wild, she couldn't help but be at his will. He carried on driving himself into her, she was shaking all over, loud moans emanating from her as he then quickly stood up, pulled her up off the bed and into his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and walked them over to her dresser where he sat her on top of it. He stood between her open legs and pulled her towards him, his hard organ inserting itself into her soaking cunt once again as he held her tightly to him, the two of them grinding in perfect sync with each other.

"Your pussy is far too good to give up," he panted into her ear as he fucked her top on her dresser, sweeping trinkets and randomly placed pieces of jewellery off of it sending them flying on to the floor. "You're wet for me baby, are you close? Are you gonna come for me?"

Her nails were clawing his back, her legs clenched around his waist while he repeatedly buried himself inside her. He slowed down slightly and qput his hands under her ass to control the rhythm, lifting her up with every thrust.

"I...I...I'm close." She gasped, clinging on to him tightly in fear of falling off, her pelvis convulsing against his.

"Close to what baby? Tell me what you're gonna do!" He slid in and out of her, he wouldn't stop until he heard what he wanted to hear and she knew it. Her body felt like it was engulfed in flames, gradually boiling like a kettle. She couldn't bear it. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of coming at his command but she knew it was inevitable, she needed him to give her the full release she craved.

"I'm coming," she breathed, struggling to keep up the pace with his thrusts.

"That's it baby, come for me, come hard all over my cock," he grunted, moaning loudly into her ear. With one last long hard thrust they came together. She could feel his warm, sticky essence pour into her, their breathing became unified. He gently lifted her up off the dresser and back onto the bed, and laid beside her spent.

Once they'd caught their breath, Eva quickly got up before Tom could stop her and headed into her en suite bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She grabbed on her robe, pulled down the lid of the toilet seat and sat down, putting her head into her hands. She had no idea how long she'd been there for when she heard a tapping on the door.

"So," Tom said through the door, "you gonna come out?"

"That depends," she said, somewhat apprehensively, she didn't trust him. She got up to stand against the door, holding her ear up to it.

"Don't worry babe, I think you've had enough for one night. Just thought you'd wanna give me a kiss goodbye." She could tell he was mocking her, taking advantage of her situation, of her current vulnerability. She took a deep breath and with trembling fingers she slowly unlocked the door. There he was, fully dressed, stood looking down at her with those mesmerising deep green eyes.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward him. "No funny business this time I promise," he joked, "but I hope you know this isn't over."

"Oh believe me it's over," she said angrily, pulling away from his grasp and hurrying past him down the stairs to open the front door. He followed her down, pushing the door closed whilst stood behind her.

"Not without my kiss," he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, slyly pulling at the silken tie of her robe.

She pushed his hand away and pulled her robe tightly around herself, being sure to face him so as not to fall for any more of his moves.

"Ha-haven't you had enough already?" 

"Not even close." He strode towards where she was stood rooted to the spot, unsure of how to respond. He took her face in his hands and lowered his head to meet hers, his lips slightly parted, resting against hers.

"And no my dear," he groaned into her mouth and he kissed her, slowly and sensually, "It isn't." He gave her a wink, opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him. Her heart was pounding, relieved that he was gone and that all she had to worry about now was trying to forget it ever happened. Or worse, tell Freddie. She daren't.

She hurried up the stairs back to the bathroom and turned on the shower before checking around her, slightly paranoid that Tom was still lurking around waiting for an opportune moment to pounce on her.

"Pull yourself together," she whispered to herself, as she dropped off her robe and stepped into the hot running water.

The water felt good on her skin, cleansing the strange version of events this night turned into away, down the drain never to come back up again. She let the water rain over her while she broke down in tears; hard, heaving sobs that engulfed her completely. What had she done? Why had she allowed him to do this to her, to take over her as if she wasn't even in control of her own senses, her own body.

"What did he mean by 'It isn't'?" Her mind ticked over, frantically trying to piece together everything that they'd said to each other to work out what that departing comment meant.

"Oh," she realised..."It isn't over."



In The Night Garden Pt. 04



 Hope you've all enjoyed the story so far! 

This one focuses a little more on building the story. I've attempted to add a lot of tension to add to the overall excitement of the scene though.

More installments to come very soon ;)

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She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower; wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel and dried herself off. At least she felt cleaner now.

She walked over to the black framed gothic style full length mirror in the bedroom and stared into it, imagining the illicit actions it must have witnessed in the last few hours, wondering if it would feel violated at being made to watch another man all over her, flinging her across the room like a rag doll.

"Good job mirrors can't talk," she muttered to herself. 

She pulled away her towel and looked at the pale naked body before her. She noticed a round purple mark just left of her belly button that was tender to the touch. She remembered Tom biting her there before making his way down her body and...she shuddered, internally scolding herself for feeling even remotely aroused whilst reflecting on the whirlwind of emotions that was this evening. Throwing the towel into the laundry hamper, she made her way over to the dresser, seeing the various ornaments and pieces of jewellery that he'd removed from the top to put her down there instead. Another place Tom had left his mark in her bedroom. She picked them up from the floor, being careful to put everything back where it had been before, not that Freddie would notice.

Opening one of Freddie's drawers she took out one of his shirts and threw it on. It smelled like a mixture of aftershave and detergent, comfortable like home. Like him. She switched off the light and got into bed, the creeping darkness enveloping her.

A loud beeping stirred her, "How long have I been asleep?" She asked herself, squinting at the harsh glow of her phone screen, "and who the hell is texting me?!" She lazily grabbed her phone from her bedside table, her eyes adjusting to the light. Her heart stopped.

"Missing me yet? ;) T x," it read. It was from an unknown number, but it was obvious who it was. 

Suddenly an arm draped across her stomach, making her jump out of her skin. She turned on her lamp to see Freddie fast asleep beside her in a drunken stupor, blissful in ignorance that not 3 hours before another man had taken her in that very bed. Guilt churned inside her, there was so much going on in her head God only knew how it hadn't imploded. She spent the rest of the night laying silently in the darkness, wide awake going over and over the previous night's events.

6am, Monday morning; Eva was awoken by the loud infuriating alarm alert on her phone. She groaned as she turned over to turn it off, her eyes refusing to open. She had to get ready for work.

After a quick shower she blow dried her hair and expertly applied her makeup, just a subtle hint of mascara and blush along with a pale coral lipstick. She put on her uniform; a smart black pencil skirt that came just above the knee, with sheer black stockings and patent black kitten heels, accompanied by a crisp white blouse with a large black bow around the neck. 

She was a hostess at The Lord Bellington; a five star hotel in the city. Most of her days were spent greeting the city's elite and guiding them around the hotel and grounds. She'd met (and had many an ass grab from) premier league footballers, A list Hollywood actors and musicians, as well as entrepreneurs and businessmen and women who had money by the truckload who expected nothing short of the finer things in life, and to be served by beautiful people. "Ugly" people had no place in their superficial, shallow, overtly extravagant lifestyle.

Taking one last look in the mirror she studied herself to ensure she looked suitable to be among these people, "The soulless," she liked to call them. She quickly brushed her hair and smoothed it with her hands. She looked perfect.

"That'll have to do," she said to herself before rushing downstairs and out of the door.

After a somewhat uneventful morning at the hotel, drumming her fingers on her desk in the main entrance hall, she began to get restless, trying to busy herself with anything to take her mind off the events of the past weekend still going round in her head. The hall seemed larger than usual, the crimson walls were elegantly lit with delicately shaped sconces, and a large chandelier that she often found herself staring up at hanging on the ceiling. She was then brought back to life by the owner of the hotel himself, clearing his throat in an exaggerated fashion in order to get her attention.

"Oh, good morning Mr Darlington," she chirped, looking up at him inquisitively, "can I help you?"

"Yes, Miss Winter, Kirsty's finished her round for the morning, the rugby team are all settled in and she's off for lunch now. I'd like you to show our new guest around." 

Benjamin Darlington was roughly in his early forties, and exceedingly wealthy. He was also incredibly handsome; his eyes were a sparkling dark green, his hair, in no way receding even for a man in his forties, thick and dark. Come to think of it, he looked a lot like...

"Tom," she gasped, suddenly seeing him step out from behind Benjamin to stand in front of her, smiling at her with that incredible smile, looking like a completely different man dressed to the nines in a designer suit.

"Oh? Yes, Tom my son. I take it you've met before?" Benjamin asked, looking slightly confused, his eyes darting between the two of them.

"Yes, we've met before, hello Eva," Tom said, an underlying hint of arrogance in his voice, "Lovely to see you again," he smirked, bending down to gently kiss her hand, flashing her a quick wink before he stood back up. She was speechless.

"My son, ever the charmer," Benjamin chuckled, "keep your tongue in your mouth Tommy boy, I don't want you using the old Darlington charm on all my pretty employees." 

Tom looked at her and raised his eyebrows, amused that his father had no idea just how much of an effect his charm had had over her already, not to mention where his tongue had been.

"So Eva, my son has decided to stay here for the week, so I thought who other than my best girl to show him around and see to him? To make sure he has a good time." Tom was stood behind him, his hands behind his back, his face growing more and more amused as he watched Eva squirm in her seat, her face a picture of pure panic and confusion. He was loving this and she knew it.

"Umm, uh, are you sure Sir?" She stuttered, "I mean Kirsty might be more up to it, she's been here a lot longer than I have she knows-"

"If there's one thing I pride myself on as the prop rioter of my own business Eva," he quickly interrupted, "is that I know my employees and I'm fully aware of their individual qualities. You are the girl for the job. Besides you already know each other, it could be a fun week for the two of you." He winked at her, a trait he had obviously passed down to his son. Jesus Christ they were charming.

"Okay Sir, if you insist," she sighed, placing her hands on her lap, averting her eyes from Tom's that she could feel boring into her.

"I do," he mused. "Right, I have a conference call I must listen into, all boring stuff really, stuff that no doubt you'll be dealing with in the future my boy!" Slapping Tom on the shoulder, he took Eva by the hand. "I shall leave you in her very capable hands. Eva, have a wonderful day, and don't let the old Darlington charm stop you from telling him what's what if need be," He laughed, already halfway across the hall making his way to the elevators. She peered up at him, his face spread into that evil grin as he stepped closer to the desk.

"You never replied to my text," he teased.

"You never told me you were a Darlington," she hissed, "that's not even your surname!"

"So? I go by my mum's surname. He wasn't around much when I was born, what's the problem?"

"You're the problem! What are you even doing here?" She asked accusingly, "did you know I worked here?" She was struggling to keep her voice down, although wary of the way the walls echoed in the large hall.

"Woah woah woah!" He exclaimed, holding his hands up in the air as if she were pointing a rifle at his head. "And yes I may have seen you in one of my dad's pictures of his beloved employees in his office a while back, so after last weekend I thought I'd arrange a little impromptu visit to Ol' Daddio," he teased innocently. 

"I've been thinking about you you know, have you thought about me?" He went to go behind the desk towards her, making her feel uneasy. She stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of him on the other side of the counter.

"No!" She pouted, her arms folded tightly against her chest.

"That means yes," he chuckled as he came back around to stand behind her. "It's okay gorgeous, I enjoyed it too. A lot," he purred into her ear, putting his arm around her waist. She knew she had to be careful; she was at work now and had to act professionally, she definitely couldn't make a scene. It was even worse now she knew that the man who had charmed his way into her bed three nights ago and was now apparently stalking her was the son of her boss. She took a deep breath and took a step to the side.

"Okay," she sighed, forcing a polite smile, "What would you like to do first?"

"You." He said, smiling that incredible smile once again. She had to keep her head, stay in control and do her job. She dealt with lecherous men all the time in this job, she'd have to get it together and act like he was just another client. Definitely not someone she'd had the best sex of her life with three nights ago, as unexpected and unwelcome as it was.

"Ugh," she moaned, rolling her eyes sarcastically, "very clever sir." She began to walk towards the back doors. "How about we start with a standard tour of the grounds?"

"Oooh, sir," he said mockingly, "I like that, from now on I'd like you to address me as, Sir."

"I shouldn't have said that," she sighed to herself as she lead him out to the back doors.

"I like this uniform too, very sexy receptionist, are those stockings?" He whispered. She ignored him and carried on towards the gardens, with him following closely behind. 

Eva had always loved the gardens, especially on beautiful days like this. The warm air breezing through the large oak trees around the grounds, huge, perfectly trimmed lush green bushes dotted with dark pink and lemon yellow roses, adding a perfume to the wind. Extravagant fountains topped with beautifully carved marble statuettes caressing the gentle water pooling around them. She'd always spend her breaks out there in the summer, sitting on the expertly carved love seat next to the fountain. She'd almost completely forgotten about the extremely uncomfortable position she'd been lumbered with, until she felt his fingers lacing themselves through hers as they stood side by side, watching the fountain. 

"You look beautiful," he said, leaning in towards her.

"And you look like my boss. Oh wait of course! You're his son," she replied sharply, removing her hand from his hold, turning back to go through the garden and return to the building.

"I thought your job was as my father so put it; 'to make sure I have a good time'?" He chortled, following after her. She stopped and turned to face him.

"Look," she said, sounding slightly irritated, "your father may have said that, but I'm here to show you around and make sure you're fed and comfortable and that is as far as my job goes, alright?" Tom was taken aback by her sudden assertiveness, knowing her only as the mewing, whimpering goddess writhing naked beneath him as he fucked her.

"I must say Miss Winter I like this attitude. I think I'll see my suite now though."

"Fine. I'll see if Kirsty's back from-"

"No," he chimed, "Dad says you're to take care of me, so again, I'd like to be taken to my suite please."

It was an uncomfortable elevator ride together, as one of the young porters, Billy, who'd always had a crush on Eva and could no doubt sense the sexual tension between her and Tom as they went up to the eighteenth floor, joined them to bring up Tom's luggage. The doors opened and Eva stepped forward to get out.

"Have a good afternoon Miss Winter," he chirped nervously, looking longingly after her as she went to exit the lift.

"You too Billy," she smiled back at him, and strolled out of the lift leaving Tom behind. He turned to Billy and gave him a wink, patting a £50 note into his front pocket and got out of the lift, following Eva to his room.

"Give it an hour before you bring my bags in okay Bill?" He shouted back to him.

"Thank you sir!" He beamed, looking curiously out of the lift to see where they were going together, his face dropping as he figured out Toms plan.

She inserted the key card into the slot and opened the large, heavy wooden doors. The suite was large and extravagant, chocolate brown and cream walls decorated with glimmering painted golden leaves; high ceilings with crystal chandeliers hanging just like the one in the main hall, only smaller. The sunlight coming in from the huge French doors shining on to the droplets as they sparkled, creating a sea of white dots around the room. The bed stood at the other end; a four poster carved in mahogany, with cream and gold bed sheets and matching fluffy pillows that looked far too smooth and perfect to ruin by laying on it.

"Alone at last," he mused, "so what shall we do now?"

She was gathering together a welcome pack that they gave to guests, filled with details of the facilities in the hotel, how to work the appliances and the shower, as well as a menu for room service and a list of pay per view movies they could order via the front desk. She walked over and handed it over to him. 

"This will have everything you need." He took it and quickly flipped through the pages looking seemingly disinterested, then threw it on the floor behind him. He walked up to her, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her hard on the lips.

"There," he said, "now we've broken the tension." He took off his suit jacket and walked over to the bed where he loosened his tie and unfastened the top button of his shirt, beckoning her over to him with his finger. He really did look gorgeous.

"I-I-I can't," she stammered, barely being able to get the words out. The sight of him leant back on the bed like an Adonis in a Hugo Boss suit sent her head spinning, she wanted him and she hated him for it.

"Listen, my dad, i.e Your Boss and the owner of this hotel has asked you to spend the week with me, and that is your only duty for the week. Right now I want to spend some time with you, in my room. Any objections?" She stood frozen to the spot, her eyes fixed to the floor not knowing what to say.

He laughed and got up, taking her by the hand and gently pulled her back towards him where he resumed his place at the end of the bed.

"Adorable," he said, his hands on the sides of her thighs, sliding down her legs, toying with the fabric of her stockings with his fingers.

"Strip." He said calmly, slowly pulling her leg up onto his knee as he caressed it, pushing her skirt up with the flat of his hand.

She couldn't fight it any longer, once again he cast his spell over her. His captivating scent, the low hum of his voice that stirred something within her, his deep green eyes that stared into her soul, his body, although lean looked as though it was carved out of marble, just like the figurines on top of the fountains in the gardens; he was beautiful, and he knew it too.

She began to untie the bow around her neck, her hands shaking. He unclipped her suspenders and pulled on the hem of her stocking, gently kissing her thigh and down her leg as he pulled it all the way down to her foot. She was unfastening the buttons on her blouse, looking down at him nervously, revealing a black lace balconette bra. He leant up to cup her chin with his hand, and pulled her face down to meet his.

"You're really something else," he purred, astounded at his ever growing feelings for her; this amazing, beautiful girl with the bright blue eyes and lips that were begging to be bitten, to be kissed. Her beauty was almost hypnotic, he'd never felt this way about a girl before. He wanted to do more than just fuck her, he wanted her to be his. He kissed her softly, parting her lips with his own as his tongue snaked it's way in to tease the tip of hers. She began to melt around him and respond. He then placed her bare leg back onto the floor and pulled up the other one onto his knee, taking off the other stocking, then putting her shoes back on her bare feet. He wrapped his arm around her to loosen the zip on the back of her skirt and pulled it down to the floor so she was stood only in her underwear, her exquisite body his to be taken. 

"You're perfect," he whispered, kissing her just below her belly button, the mark where he'd bitten her before now a pale pink. He pulled her down by her waist so she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. She knew what he wanted her to do.

"You can do this," she thought to herself, "there's no point running away now, you want this too...don't you?" She fought with herself, knowing it was wrong but also knowing that she wanted him more than anything else at that moment. Trying not to think, she fumbled with the clasp of his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling down his suit trousers as he lifted his hips to accommodate her. His cock was almost bursting out of his boxers. She pulled down the waistband to free it, taking it in her hands. He let out a long groan as she took the tip in her mouth, circling it with her tongue, sliding down the length with her lips, swirling her tongue around it as she went down.

"You're just full of surprises Miss Winter," he sighed as she sucked and moaned into his cock, almost expertly, He started to tremble with pleasure, his head tipped back, soft grunts vibrating through him. 

"Mmmm,' he moaned, "that's good baby." She continued to lick and kiss his length, moistening her lips to allow her to take the whole of it in her mouth, speeding up as she placed her hands on his thighs for support. She lifted her head up and down, faster and faster, expertly sucking, licking, kissing his long, throbbing organ, clawing her fingernails into his thighs. He ran his hands through her hair, grabbing a section and pulling on it roughly.

"I fucking love you," he groaned.

She froze, shocked. She realised now what she was doing, how wrong it was. What kind of person did this make her? Being seduced one time was one thing, but this? She removed his hard dick from her mouth and sat back on her knees, her eyes wide with guilt and remorse.

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly getting up and gathering her clothes from the pile on the floor, hastily dressing herself. 

"Wait, what? Are you serious?" He shot up, confused and agitated, he was on the verge of coming. No one had ever stopped in the middle of giving him a blow job before, and he didn't like it.

"I'm sorry I can't do this, it's wrong. I have to go!" She was frantically looking around for her blouse when he got up and strode across the room to her.

"You can't leave! You're seriously gonna blue ball me right now?" He grabbed her by the wrist and she roughly pulled it away from him, putting on her blouse and fastening the buttons as quickly as she could.

"I knew I shouldn't have come up here, I have to go, right now, this has gone too far," and with that she fled the room, leaving him stood at the open door in his boxers, his cock still hard and twitching. He ran out into the empty hallway, helplessly watching after her as she ran into the elevator, disappearing from his life again.




In The Night Garden Pt. 04



"OH COME ON!" He cried out into the hallway. He was furious. How dare she leave him like that, lead him on and tease him. He didn't like this side of her, the side that could refuse him, deny him what was his. 

He'd soon see to that.



In The Night Garden Pt. 05



Here's part 5 guys. Hope you enjoy!

Again, I'm a feedback whore so any comments, whether they're praise or criticism would be appreciated :)

Kisses xxx

*****

The next afternoon, Eva was doing her best to avoid Tom, and it seemed to be working. She hadn't heard from him all morning. She started to grow suspicious the more she thought about it, but then realised how silly that was and started to feel more at ease. 

Then the phone rang.

"Good afternoon, The Lord Bellington," she chirped in her cheeriest phone manner. Her heart stopped as she heard his voice.

"Miss Winter," he said, in a professional yet slightly patronising manner, "could you come up please? I have a guest who would like some champagne."

She was confused, her heart in her mouth. "What is he up to?" She asked herself.

"Of course Sir, I'll have room service bring a bottle up right aw-"

"No no," he interrupted, "I would like you to deliver it. Personally." She thought for a moment, but there was nothing she could do. Benjamin had assigned her to tend to him. She'd thought of calling in sick for the rest of the week, but it was still her job and she wanted to be taken seriously, she couldn't let him intimidate and toy with her like this.

"Of course sir," she mumbled, "right away."

She straightened herself out as she approached the elevator. Her palms were sweating as she stepped inside, greeting Billy with a weak smile as she requested the eighteenth floor.

"Seeing Mr Darlington again Miss Winter?" He asked, a defeated look on his face as he eyed the ice bucket she was holding with the large magnum chilling inside.

"Just delivering this, he has a guest," she replied calmly, using every ounce of strength she had in her to keep her nerves from showing. She had no idea what he was up to, nor did she know who was in there with him, or whether there was anyone in there at all and whether this was all just a ruse to get her to come to him. Either way her mind and her heart were racing.

The digital reader on the screen read, "18." 

As she entered his room, Tom was nowhere to be seen. She could smell cedar wood, and sensed that the air was slightly humid, then realised he must be in the bathroom. She took a deep breath and entered to see Tom, wearing nothing but black swimming trunks sat in the large pearl white jacuzzi. Sat beside him was a young tanned woman, pretty with short blonde hair set into a sharp bob, topless with a glass of champagne in her hand.

"Kirsty?!" Eva cried, so shocked at the sight of her colleague sat half naked in his jacuzzi that she nearly dropped the bucket. Tom quickly pulled Kirsty towards him and whispered something to her that Eva couldn't make out, then waved her away dismissively, as if he were batting away a fly.

"Oh, Miss Winter!" Tom exclaimed amusedly, "I forgot you were coming up. Champagne?" He held out a crystal flute to her, beckoning her forward with an evil smile on his face. Kirsty was doing her best to cover up her chest as she hurriedly got out of the tub, grabbed a towel along with her pile of clothes and ran towards Eva who scowled at him.

"I'm sorry Evie, please don't tell Mr Darlington," she pleaded, panic in her eyes as she flung herself into Eva's arms. Eva comfortingly put her arm on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring look.

"Come on let's go," she whispered, ushering her out of the room.

"Kirsty, you can leave," Tom called after them coldly, "although I'd like you to hang on Miss Winter," his words harsh and demanding. Eva held her breath as she looked over at Kirsty who was clearly desperate to get out of there, and nodded her head allowing her to leave. Kirsty gave her one final look and sped out of the room, the door slamming behind her.

"What the hell are you playing at?" She shouted, visibly angry at the display she'd just witnessed. 

"Well I was hoping for a threesome," he replied somewhat innocently, flashing her a wink, "but then seeing you made me ask myself what I'd want with that cheap blonde tart when I could just have you all to myself instead." He got out of the tub and removed his trunks as she stood in front of him, shyly averting her eyes as he grabbed a towel from the rack and tied it around his waist, tiny beads of water rolling down his perfectly carved torso. He laughed to himself as he strode towards her.

"Is there really any need for that? You've seen it all before darlin', if my memory serves me right you had it in your mouth around this time yesterday," he teased. Her cheeks flushed red at the memory.

Her hands were clamming up again, her mouth had gone almost completely dry. "I think I will have that champagne now," she mumbled, as he took the flute from the side of the tub and handed it to her. She drained the entire glass in one gulp, and instantaneously felt a little light headed.

"There's plenty more if you want to join me in the tub," he purred, circling her as she stood rooted to the spot, "Kirsty seemed to enjoy it. Don't worry though, I didn't fuck her," he whispered into her ear as she shuddered, stepping away from him.

"How could you humiliate her like that?" She asked, "how could you be so cruel?"

"Oh don't be so dramatic. Besides, she'd be back up here on her hands and knees carrying that bucket with her teeth if I asked her to," he said menacingly, standing behind her holding her by the waist, the other hand pulling her hair from behind her neck and putting it all to one side over her shoulder, and placed his lips over her ear.

"I assume you heard what I said yesterday and that's what made you run out of here so fast," he whispered.

"N-n-no," she stuttered, "I left because I realised it was wrong. I love Freddie and he doesn't deserve this." He was holding her hands behind her back as he explored her jawline with the tip of his nose, taking in her scent, moving his way down to her neck.

"You know exactly what I said," he murmured into her neck.

"You're not capable of l-love. You treat people like they're yours, like toys. That's not love." Her voice was shaking as she tried to control herself.

"Ah so you did hear me," he chimed softly, "and maybe so, but they are mine if I want them to be. Maybe it's a fucked up kind of love, but I'm a man who knows what he wants Eva, and nothing stops me from getting what I want." His hands were sliding along her hips as his lips traced her collarbone, her whole body shaking.

"Don't," she whimpered, "I can't."

"Can't? Or won't?" He held her arms firmly by her sides, "I'm tired of playing games with you Eva, I'm a powerful man and I'm used to getting what I want," he whispered coldly, "if I have to play a little dirty, so be it, all I know is that I'm not letting you leave this room until I have you at least once." His words were calm yet demanding, soft but aggressive. She became frightened and tried to struggle free from his hold.

"Stop it, please," she pleaded quietly, her eyes filling with tears, "you're scaring me now, I don't want this please let me go."

"Oh Eva sweetie, I can't keep up with you. Yesterday you were all over me and had my dick in your mouth. As much as I've enjoyed our little games of kiss chase, I'm getting a little frustrated with you," he chimed maliciously, his once green eyes darkening, like a man who had lost control of his senses.

He quickly turned her around and gripped the back of her head, forcing her towards him. He held her hands behind her back as he forced his lips upon hers so quickly she could barely catch her breath, holding her in place. She squirmed in his arms until he loosened his grip on her and she pulled her head away from him, breathless and panicked, her groin burning in arousal. 

"I said no!" She exclaimed, slapping him hard across his cheek, however he didn't even flinch. She stepped back, terrified of what she'd just done. He looked at her with that beautiful, evil grin.

"Oh baby," he groaned, still grinning, "that just got me hard." He walked towards her as she backed away.

"I-I-I'm so sorry," she babbled frantically, " I was just scared I-I-." She held out her hands in surrender, as he continued to prowl towards her, knowing he had her trapped as she was backing up towards the end of the bed, not realising until it hit the back of her knees causing her to fall onto it. He came to crouch in front of her, placing his hands on her knees.

"Oh! There's one thing I forgot to mention yesterday by the way," he chimed, "sorry it must have slipped my mind. You see that there?" He pointed towards a shelf on the other side of the room with a small solitary black leather box sat on top of it.

"That's a camera, I haven't played yesterday's footage yet but I sure can't wait to see it. Shall we watch it now?"

She sat confused, suddenly her heart jumped up into her mouth as she realised that he had captured everything from yesterday, and was about to show it to her. He picked up a silver remote and two black panels on the wall slid apart, revealing a huge flat screen television. There she was, being led across the room to his bed as he leant back and watched her strip, taking her leg in his arms and removing her stocking.

"Turn it off," she whispered.

"But we're just getting to the good part," he whined, mocking her, "I think we look good. Look at that," he said pointing to her now stood in her underwear and heels, letting out a wolf whistle, "beautiful."

"What are you going to do with that?" She yelped, her eyes fixed on the screen as he slid his hands up her thighs.

"Oh, you don't want anyone to see it?" He asked cheerfully, "that's a shame it's sexy as hell. Well you're going to have to do something for me then." 

She looked down at him as he was crouched before her, half naked, his hands playing with the hem of her skirt that had now risen up to the middle of her thighs.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to be a good girl for me, and behave whilst I do unspeakable things to you." His voice was soft, as if he were a father speaking to his little girl, his eyes gleaming with delight, that evil smirk still spread across his face. "Basically, I'm gonna fuck you, and you're going to let me." 

She opened her mouth to speak.

"No buts," He interrupted, placing his index finger on her lips, "if you really don't want anyone else to see this, including our dear Freddie, I suggest you oblige me."

He leant in towards her and gently kissed her on the collarbone, then on the cheek, then on the lips, still crouched in front of her. She closed her eyes and held her breath, trying to control her body from shaking uncontrollably. How did he keep having that effect on her? She knew it was wrong but she wanted him so badly. He was like a drug to her, she craved him even though she knew he was bad for her.

"Just relax," he whispered, one hand at the nape of her neck beneath her hair, the other unbuttoning her blouse, while she sat squirming in front of him.

"Please," she quietly pleaded as he planted soft kisses along her neck, "you could have anyone you want. Why are you doing this?" She could feel her pussy getting wet, why did her own body have to give her away!

"I don't know, I like the thrill of the chase. And the reward that comes after." He held her face in his hands as he kissed her; softly at first, allowing her to respond, then as he snaked his tongue past her lips he grew more aggressive, gripping her face tightly between his hands as he kissed her hard and fast, unable to control himself. She could hear his heavy breathing in sync with her own. Her cheeks grew flushed and were burning, she was certain that she'd soon become hot to the touch. She became unable to breathe and pulled away from him to push him aside, stood up and moved away from the bed where Tom was still crouched on the floor at the foot of it.

He got up and walked over to her, her heart heaving in her chest, her eyes full of panic and lust. Her head was spinning, she was so frightened and confused. He slammed her against the wall and held her there, when suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door, right next to where they were stood. He looked at Eva threateningly, and put his finger to his lips.

"Evie? Are you alright?" Kirsty's voice was muffled through the thick wooden door, she sounded worried that her friend and colleague was still inside the suite after her fleeing half naked before.

"She's fine," Tom replied, putting his hand lightly over Eva's mouth, staring into hers eyes as if to hypnotise her into silence. With his other hand he took hers and placed it over his hardness covered by the towel that was still wrapped around his waist, and began to move her hand up and down his length; "Miss Winter is just helping me arrange a suit fitting for my father's Masquerade Ball tonight." His hand continued to stroke his cock with hers, feeling her legs trembling between his as she stood in silence, his other hand still cupped over her mouth.

"Uhm, okay sir, but I'd like to hear it from her if that's okay," she said worriedly, "Evie I'm sorry for earlier, can I talk to you outside for a minute?" She pleaded, a slight croak in her voice. Eva looked at Tom who was still staring into her eyes, his hand now guiding hers beneath the towel to stroke him, as he shook his head to say, "No." He slowly uncovered her mouth, sure now that she would obey him.

"I-I'm a little busy now Kirsty," she stammered, struggling to steady her breathing and control the shakiness in her voice as her hand forcibly stroked up and down his length, "as Mr Darlington said I'm helping him make some arrangements for the Ball." Her eyes once again filled with tears as Tom released her hand and moved both of his up her skirt as she let out a quiet gasp, to which Tom looked at her and shook his head again, silently berating her for making a sound. He went back to busying himself under her skirt, then grabbing on to her underwear and gently pulling them down to the floor. 

"But, but it would only take a minute?" Kirsty whined, "I really need to talk to you." By this time Tom had had enough. He looked over at Eva, silencing her with his eyes, pulled on his towel and opened the door. Kirsty, now fully dressed, jumped at the swiftness of his movement as he regained his composure and forced a polite smile.

"Kirsty. I've already told you that Miss Winter is assisting me at the moment. She will be out when I am finished with her, so until then can you please go and help the others finish the preparations for the party. Whatever you want to say to her can wait." Her face flushed bright red, her eyelashes fluttering as she pouted at his sudden coldness towards her. Without saying a word, she turned around and hurried into the elevator, disappearing from sight, 

"I thought that clingy little bitch would never leave," he huffed jokingly, "where were we?" He smirked as he dropped his towel and pressed his naked body against her, still stood against the wall by the door, his cock still hard.

"As for you, you're wearing far too many clothes for my liking," he said, pulling at her open blouse, sliding it from her shoulders to reveal a red silk bra.

"Very nice," he purred, giving her one of his signature winks. He kissed her again, feeling her entire body heat up against him and her mouth responding slightly. She made small groaning noises in protest as his lips crushed against hers. He put an arm around her waist to pull at the zip at the back of her skirt and pulled it down, letting it fall down around her ankles so she was stood in only her bra and stockings. He sucked in the air as he looked at her over.

He cupped her right breast with his hand as he kissed her neck, lightly squeezing at it and pulling down the bra to reveal a pink nipple that went instantly hard at his touch. He rolled it around between his thumb and index finger as his other hand explored the way down her body, over her perfectly toned stomach, over her hipbone and down between her thighs. She let out a whimper as he placed his hand over the heat between her legs. 

"Have you finally realised that this is mine now?" He growled, lowering his face to hers, slowly stroking the length of her labia with one finger, "that you're mine now? If I call you come running; if I wanna fuck, you oblige. How's that sound?" His finger slipped into her slick heat and pushed it's way up into her tight hole, quickly followed by another finger. She cried out as she straightened her back against the wall to steady herself, his fingers working inside her, pushing up as far as they could go before they hit her cervix. She struggled to keep her balance as she raised herself up on tip toes to accommodate his persistent fingers, a mixture of pain and pleasure seared through her.

"Please," she breathed as tears spilled from her eyes, "not like this, please." She once again became frightened at his growing aggression, but the wanting building up inside her was threatening to take over.

"Not like this?" He repeated, his fingers fucking her slow and hard, emitting short, sharp gasps from her with every thrust, "well how would you like it then? I could put it in your ass if you really want me to..." He gripped her waist with his free hand and began to turn her around to face the wall, she quickly turned back and flattened her back against it in terrified protest.

"No!" She cried, "please!"

He gave her a soft smile and mockingly rolled his eyes, "Okay then, we'll save that for another day shall we?" The fear in her eyes made him chuckle; he withdrew his fingers from her and sucked them like a lollipop, taking a strand of her hair from in front of her eyes and played with it his between his fingers. He looked down at her stockings, moving his hands down to her thighs.

"We'll keep these on this time I think," he said as he swiftly removed her bra to free her ample, pert breasts.

He pressed himself against her once again, forcing his leg between hers as he positioned himself at her entrance, her arms on top of his not knowing quite where to put them, as she tried to close her legs and push his away. He knocked her away with his knee and lifted her up as if she weighed nothing at all, holding the bottom of her thigh around his waist as he pushed her up against the wall. She felt helpless, it was pointless fighting him off, he had too much on her now. A part of her however didn't want to fight him off, wanted him inside her, but she tried to force those dark thoughts from her head. She wrapped her other leg around him to keep herself from falling as he moved himself into place.

"Good girl," he whispered, his full length slowly entering her as he let out a long groan. 

His hand moved to her ass cheeks, holding her up as he thrusted into her wetness over and over again. Eva place her arms by her head and flattened her palms onto the wall behind her, quiet moans escaping her throat as he fucked her.

"Fuck!" He growled as his head lunged into her neck, biting her hard on the shoulder and sucking at the skin, grinding his hips against her as he slammed her repeatedly against the wall, "your pussy feels so good around my cock, do you like it when I fuck you hard baby?" 

She was trying hard not to enjoy it, but could feel herself letting go. Still holding her up with her legs wrapped around him he carried her over to the bed and laid her down, his cock still inside her as he continued thrusting into her, using one arm to hold himself up he as he felt his way down her body and began to slowly rub her clitoris with his thumb, making her entire body convulse, the combination of him fucking her hard and fast, over and over with the slow circling movements of his thumb on her clit was too much to bear. She could feel herself getting faint, a sure sign that she was going to come any second. He moved his mouth over her breast, taking her entire nipple in his mouth and lightly tugging at it between his front teeth, then sucking on it once more. She yelped out in pain as he bit her, his thrusts never slowing and his thumb still rubbing at her nub.




In The Night Garden Pt. 05



"Do you like that baby?" He panted, "I could fuck you all night, are you gonna come for me now?" He took his face away from her breast and dragged her down slightly to meet him as he hungrily kissed her on the mouth, letting out a load moan as he quickened his thrusts, pushing himself as far into her as he could.

"I'm coming baby!" He breathed as she writhed beneath him, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Look at me," he demanded, "I want to see your eyes when you come for me."

She reluctantly opened them, her lips slightly parted as she accommodated his movements, the heat and the orgasm building up inside her ready to explode. He pinned her arms above her head and looked into her eyes; and with a few last long thrusts she felt his hot seed shoot into her. He kissed her softly on the neck as she breathlessly jolted beneath him, her pussy walls contracting around his cock.

After a couple of minutes of holding her there, he rolled off to lay on his side beside her, his hand moving down towards the soaking wet smoothness between her legs, stroking along the outside gently as she lay on her back exhausted and helpless. He leant down to kiss her slowly, she could tell he wanted more. She took a deep breath and got up, wrapping herself in a sheet to sit at the side of the bed.

"You're not up for round 2 I take it?" He asked, sitting himself up to kneel behind her as he massaged her shoulders. She shrugged him off as she stood up, her legs still a little shaky.

"I have to go," she whispered, the words hardly making a sound.

He kissed her on the back of her shoulder as he leant back down on the bed and watched as she got dressed and tidied herself up, looking as immaculate as she did when she'd first entered the room.

"Fine, you can go now. But Eva?" He quickly said as she went to open the door.

"I'll see you tonight."