3 comments/ 4422 views/ 1 favorites Discovering Clara Pt. 01 By: keepitclassykeepitloud It was the engagement party of the year, and champagne hung in the air like golden mist. It seemed that every noteworthy person in Charleston had come to meander about on the terrace of James Goodnight, the fiancé of my great aunt, Carolyn. A comfortable buzz of gossip and storytelling echoed off the marble pillars that trapped guests in their sovereign prison, forced to laugh under twinkling lights and a canopy of trees. I, however, had tolerated enough small talk from wealthy strangers. I leaned on my elbows against the stone balcony, gazing up at the moon. Why did I even bother to come? Why did I put on this silly black dress, these obnoxious red heels, and get my hopes up about how this evening would go? With a final, admittedly dramatic sigh, I turned around to face the mingling partygoers once again -but all I saw was a pair of crystal eyes. My breath caught in my throat. Leaning against the sliding glass door was a man in a fitted navy suit, his crisp, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a protruding collarbone and his bare chest. He stood on the opposite side of the reception, yet he felt far too close for everyday breathing. I swallowed heavily and, realising I hadn't blinked since I turned around, batted my eyelashes a few times. The man winked with a sly smirk, then joined a group near him to exchange pleasantries. I exhaled heavily. Had I been holding my breath the whole time? And more importantly, was he looking... And winking, at me? Who even was he? "Clara, dear, so good to see you!" Here we go again. I turned to face an elderly woman in an overly-sequined shirt. "Oh, hello-" Damn, what was her name? "... Ma'am! Good to see you as well." You can never go wrong with polite recognition of authority. The conversation dragged on from here, as usual. Yes, college was going great. No, I didn't have a boyfriend. Yes, I think I've grown, too! But all I could concentrate on was the man whose eyes I could feel burning my skin. He made me feel so... Uneasy. All I could return to him was a few nervous glances, and occasional stunned eye contact. Until finally, with champagne running through my veins, I marched my wobbly legs right up to the back of my mystery man, prepared myself to tap on his muscular shoulder- and then quickly turned back the other direction, shocked and horrified at my brashness. "Excuse me," a voice growled next to my ear. The very sound was intoxicating, and I knew it had to be him. "Yes?" I smiled softly as I looked over my shoulder at him. His face was inches away from mine, and I could faintly smell alcohol on his breath. "I need to get by," he cooed, never blinking or smiling as he held my gaze intensely. My heart skipped a beat. Under the spotlight of his icy-blue eyes, I had never felt so small. "Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled as I cleared a path, averting my eyes. What am I doing? I'm studying to be a lawyer, I'm head of the debate team, why am I allowing myself to be his personal floormat? But he didn't move. Seconds seemed like hours as we stood in silence; me with my head bowed, him towering above me. This was not what I had intended to happen... "What's your name?" he asked. I could detect a smile in his tone, and moved my gaze back him, feeling suddenly comfortable. "Clara," I smiled, sarcasm sparkling in my eyes as politely shook his hand. I spoke louder now, to cover the sound of my thundering heart, "And what would your name be, sir?" I was determined to regain some control in this situation Suddenly his eyes were ablaze, as though I had struck a match in his body, though the rest of him remained collected. A smirk spread across his face, and he answered, "Pierce." "Wow, nice name! Your parents were very creative," I laughed, finally releasing his hand. Okay, that was an abnormally long handshake... "It's genetic," he winked, offering a slight smirk. I covered my mouth as nervous laughter spilled over my lips. What the hell? Did I just giggle? This is getting ridiculous. "Come for a walk with me," he commanded, serious once again. I raised an eyebrow. "This is becoming a little too cliche!" I insisted, laughing, "I feel like I've been transported into a corny romance novel." "What makes you think those are my intentions, Clara?" I shrugged, but kept my eyes on him. He held out his hand. He had insanely large hands. And very long fingers... "Come," he murmured. "Yes, sir," I breathed. Discovering Clara Pt. 02 "So, you're really meaning to tell me that you haven't been staring at me all night?" I pressed as we walked through Goodnight's extensive gardens. Pierce moved slowly, I noticed, taking long strides as if he expected the rest of the world to kiss the ground he walked on. The entitlement is strong in this one, I thought. "Pierce!" I insisted when he didn't answer. Suddenly he swiveled toward me, his face just centimeters from mine. "I prefer it when you call me sir, Clara," he whispered, then continued strolling without batting an eye, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just stopped my heart altogether. After a few minutes of stunned silence, I quietly insisted again, "I know you've been looking at me. I may be bad at getting signals, but I'm not that dumb..." He inhaled deeply, then let out a thoughtful breath, "Yes, Clara. I have been looking at you." With that, he stopped walking, and slowly brought his face to mine again. "In fact," he murmured, "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I've found it quite impossible to stop." My body went numb. I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky breath. I found myself no longer caring if his effect on me was physically evident. He leaned in toward me, and I felt our lips brush. "What do you want, Clara?" You, I thought. I want you to touch me. I want you to take this dress off and feel my skin. I want your lips all over my body, exploring every inch of me. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I closed my eyes, and murmured back, "I want you to kiss me." ... Nothing. "Please?" I whispered against his mouth. "... Sir?" And with that, our lips collided. His were the softest I'd ever kissed- actually, they were only the second lips I'd ever kissed. But I knew that I would be lucky if I kissed someone like Pierce again. "Come on, we'd better get back," he smirked as he pulled away. "I hear they're playing 'Pin the Veil on the Bride' next. We can't miss that." And with a wink, he was gone, his dark figure silhouetted by a thin ray of moonlight as he disappeared amongst the trees. I hesitantly followed as my hands touched my cheeks, feeling my burning skin, and realized that I would give up everything if it meant I could stay here, alone with him, for just a few more minutes. "Okay, everyone," Aunt Carolyn announced, clapping her delicate hands together, "Lizzie here brought her nicest blindfold, and has been kind enough to allow us to borrow it!" The crowd applauded at this, and a small girl in a frilly dress curtsied, handing off the strip of silk. Pierce stood at my side; close enough that I could feel his heat radiating onto my bare skin, but not close enough to give the elderly rich women a new subject to gossip about. "Who wants to go first?" We watched guest after guest in futile attempts to pin the veil. After about 15 minutes of this, I decided to step forward. "I'll try." I could feel Pierce's eyes on me, watching my every move intently. My aunt smiled and tied the blindfold around my head, being gentle as to not ruin my hair. The veil was placed into my hand, and I began to feel around for the wall and the "bride". With a final chuckle to myself, I abandoned caution, and pinned it at random. Suddenly I heard applause, and pulled my blindfold up; it was on her head, perfectly placed! I felt my blindfold removed swiftly, and as I turned to face the pair of hands, I was startled to discover that it was none other than Pierce. His eyes burned intensely- what was that, pride? Lust? Over a party game? Nonetheless, he slipped it into his pocket elegantly, then took my hand and led me away. "Hey, we need the blindfold back!" the girl whined, "My daddy got it for me in Paris! It's-" "You'll get it back," he interrupted without looking back. He tilted his head toward me and winked. Would now be a good time to tell him I'm a virgin? Discovering Clara Pt. 03 We ascended the spiralled staircase hand in hand. I followed behind him wordlessly; it all felt very... celestial. As if he was an angel, paving the way to the divine promised land. Which is all a very romantic way of saying that we went upstairs to find a bedroom. We entered one of many spare rooms, and Pierce quietly shut and locked the door behind us. He reached into his pocket as he looked hungrily into my eyes, and pulled out the blindfold, now grinning mischievously. As he tied it around my head and obstructed my view, I opened my mouth to tell him that I had never... Well, done this before, but I couldn't make a sound. I felt my dress being unzipped, and heard the soft "swish" of fabric hitting the floor. I was still blindfolded when my head hit a pillow, and felt soft lips working their way down from my mouth to my neck, kissing every inch of visible skin. My mind was racing, but I couldn't manage to form my thoughts into words. All I knew was the feeling of shivers running down my spine as he sucked harder on a particularly sensitive spot. A moan slipped through my lips. "Pierce," I finally managed to spit out. He groaned against my neck in response, and I nearly convulsed beneath him. "I've... I'm.. I haven't..." I sputtered weakly, aware that my voice was a few octaves higher than usual. He face met mine again. "Spit it out, baby." Just say it. Do what he said. Suddenly I felt his teeth nipping against my neck, his hands roughly pulling at my hair. Fuck, he wants me to listen to him... "I'm a virgin." My blindfold was ripped off. He looked at me as if I were a work of art. As if I were a field of untouched snow, and all he could do was gaze in awe. "Do you want me to continue?" he breathed, suddenly more vulnerable than I could have ever imagined him. His eyes were ablaze with eagerness, fear, and lust, and I could have never predicted wanting a stranger so badly. "Please, sir." With that his hands flew up to my chest, gently massaging each breast through the barrier of my bra. He swiftly slips it off; there was a deafening pause and a sharp intake of breath as my bare chest stared him in the face. This calmness didn't last long, though; soon I felt his lips sucking on each breast, tongue gently flicking over the tips. He took his time on my nipples, pulling and blowing and sucking and nipping until I was almost ready to cum, and then continued down to my stomach, and even lower... He spread my legs with painful, evil slowness, and I saw my life flash before my eyes. His hand slipped under my soaking panties, and instinct immediately took over as I grabbed his arm. "Do you want me to stop?" he mumbled, knowing from the wet spot his finger rested over that I didn't. I vigorously shook my head, and he removed my underwear gracefully. Beginning again at my stomach and kissing down, he gently moved his tongue between my lips, before working over my clit. "Oh, my god," I gasped. Why had I not done this with anyone sooner? Faster and faster, his tongue flicked over me, and my hips bucked with pleasure. With one hand, he forced my legs to stay open as muscle spasms shook them, while the other flew up to pull at my nipple, and I felt the warmth of his tongue enter me slowly. My back arched and he quickly held it down, making it clear that the only thing I'm allowed to move is my hips, as they involuntarily grind. Without warning, he quickly and easily slipped two fingers inside of me, erecting a gasp and cry of surprise. With a brutal curl upwards, they began pumping in and out of me rapidly, while his thumb circles my clit. My hips began rocking at a steady pace, and a strangled moan escaped my lips as I teetered on the edge, but he quickly removed his fingers, harshly informing me that I wasn't allowed to cum yet. I closed my eyes in agony and ecstasy, when the sound of a belt unbuckling and the foil of a condom wrapper ripping filled my ears. "Wait!" I panted, using these precious moments of calm to explain, "Please go slowly, Pierce, I'm-" With an aggressive yank he gripped my head in his hands, staring into my eyes with his own, lust-filled ones. "It's Sir to you, Clara," he growled, and rubbed his erection against my opening. I gasped, and grabbed at his muscular back. "Please, Sir, I need you," I begged. Pierce smiled, and I felt the tip of him enter me. My eyes shot wide open, and I struggled to catch my breath. "I'm going to go deeper now, Clara," he explained softly, "It will hurt for a few seconds." I nodded frantically, pulling him closer to me and staring into his eyes longingly. Without so much as a blink, he plunged himself into me. I let out a small scream; the pinching sensation combined with the sudden fullness I felt was overwhelming. Immediately my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he thrusted inside of me, but with a merciless bite to my nipple, my eyes snapped open, and he commanded me to keep looking at him. Our mouths were mere centimeters away from each other, panting and moaning. "FUCK!" I screamed and threw my head back, clenching around him as we both neared climax. With a final thrust he finished inside of me, and I followed instantaneously. We sat in post-orgasmic bliss for a few moments, gasping for breath inches from each other's faces. He was still inside of me; strangely enough, I didn't want him to pull out. Ever. I felt so full... "What do you say, Clara?" Pierce teased with a wink. "Thank you, sir," I giggled. I hoped with all my heart it would be more than a one-night stand...