Sarah's Sexploits - Champagne and Cherries

T Red K

Description

Emil and Sarah escape to a luxury hotel to begin afresh after Emil surprises Sarah by showing his feelings for her - and she surprises herself by reciprocating. A shadowy figure from Emil's past threatens to spoil their weekend by harassing Sarah but our heroine is more than a match for him. Frolics in the shower; hot, steamy, passionate sex and two bottles of champagne later, Sarah's wicked side seduces Emil and sparks fly! And all this after she takes a young colleague's virginity in her own inimitable way!

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 03 juillet 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781782341871
• Langue: English

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Title Page
SARAH’S SEXPLOITS: CHAMPAGNE AND CHERRIES
Sarah And Emil Escape For Some Fun At A Luxury Hotel

By
K T Red



Publisher Information
Sarah’s Sexploits: Champagne and Cherries
Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © K T Red 2012
The right of K T Red to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Preface
As someone who has spent her recent years having sex with anything that moves, I’ve never been so glad for a rest! My recent exertions with the gorgeous Scott last week have left me bruised in more ways than one. My God – what he did to me, what we did to each other.
The next twenty four hours were a blur. In my dreams, Scott was himself then he morphed into Emil – and then Him. All three of them merging into one savage beast of a man. Teasing me, tormenting me, breaking my body into tiny pieces. I hadn’t dreamt of Him for such a long time. I’d hoped He was finally out of my head but the past has a way of rearing its ugly head when you least expect it.
What are you doing to me, Scott? You’re in my head as well, you know. I was determined not to let you in but I just couldn’t stop myself. I was going to use our afternoon as a farewell fuck but I just couldn’t do it. When we’re together – whether it’s a quickie at work, sex in the rain or that unbelievable, magical afternoon in my bed – it just feels so damn good. Yep – under my skin and in my head!
I could hardly walk when I finally crawled from my bed the next day. The room still smelt of sex even twenty four hours later. I cried like a fool when the emotion of it all hit me. I desperately needed to talk to Scott, to tell him what he’d done to me but I couldn’t.
And then the bruises came. Bright purple and dark blue – large, vivid bruises covering every inch of my inner thighs. It hurt when I sat down. It hurt every time I moved in bed. I screamed in agony when I took a bath. My entire sex was red raw. But it was so worth it. No man has ever pushed me to the limit like Scott did; to the limit and tumbling head first over the edge of the world. Nothing is ever going to be the same again for either of us.
Emil’s been away on business for the past ten days – business, yeah right! I can’t imagine him being lonely in those big expensive five star hotels, can you? I reckon he’s treated himself to some glamorous company or charmed some sophisticated business lady into his bed. He’s back in a few days and I don’t know what to do. I assume he’ll want to see me at some point – thank God the bruises have almost gone and I can sit down without grimacing. He knows about Scott but I have enough decency in me not to thrust it in his face.
When I was with Scott, I kept seeing his face – and at the most inappropriate moments! Scott’s like me. Working class and down to earth with a sexual appetite to die for. Emil’s very attractive, very sensual and charismatic but we’re from two completely different worlds. He’s five star hotels and champagne, I’m more cheap and cheerful bed and breakfast and a beer. Even though he’s one of the most arrogant men I’ve ever met, his skill in the bedroom pulls me in and keeps me going back for more.



Chapter One
Well, it’s happened, just as I knew it would – I’ve been summoned. Emil’s been out of the country for the past few weeks on business or so he said. I assume he’s looking to reassert himself and reclaim his hold over me. I do wish he’d stick to more civilised hours. I don’t particularly appreciate a text saying “Meeting, chere. 7.00 tomorrow morning. Please do not be late. Emil.” Meeting, my arse! But at least he said please.
Ten days have passed and I can finally walk properly and the bruises have gone. There are times when celibacy has a certain appeal but I’ve been there and done that and I don’t intend to ever go there and do it again. Or rather not do it.
I feel strangely nervous as I enter his secretary’s office and knock on his door. Jesus – why on earth am I knocking? No-one else is here.
“Come on in, Sarah.”
I never know if I’ll be greeted by Emil, the man who has become my lover, or by Monsieur Emil, the Managing Director. He sounds quite formal but as I push his door open and enter his office, I’m met with a smile as he crosses the room and takes me in his arms.
“Ah, Sarah, mon chere. I have missed you.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me slowly and softly. He smells so good. Why does he always smell so good? “Have you missed me also?”
“Bonjour, Emil. Welcome back. Did you have a successful business trip?” I’m being deliberately evasive.
“I did, yes. But you have not answered my question. So – did you miss me while I have been away?” He tilts my chin up and fixes me with those all-knowing blue eyes.
I smirk a little. “A bit.” Then I kiss his chin. He’s got very attractive stubble I notice. I can’t help but wonder how that would feel kissing me down below. My face must give my thoughts away as Emil raises his eyebrows.
“And precisely what are you smirking about, you naughty creature?” he asks as his hands give my ass a quick squeeze.
“I was just admiring your stubble.” I reply, all innocent before I slowly run a finger up his throat to his mouth and then kissing him. “It’s very nice.”
“Mon Dieu, Sarah!” He slaps my ass. “You have a one track mind.”
I place a hand on my chest and gasp in mock horror “Me?”
He laughs and taps my nose with his fingers. “Yes, you!”
I wiggle my body against him and feel him spring into life. “Mmmm…..feels like I’m not the only one with a one track mind!”
“Oh, chere……if only I had more time….” he groans, kissing my neck with that very interesting stubble.
“I’ll be quick…..” I tease, biting my bottom lip and jiggling my eyebrows.
With a deep groan, he pulls away from me. “Do not be tempting me, chere!” he gestures at me with a single finger, laughing. “You will be the undoing of me, adorable nymphomaniac that you are!”
I smile at him, surprised. This is new. This is Emil being flirtatious and cheeky and playful. And it’s……nice.
He holds a hand out for mine and leads me over to the sofas at the far end of his obscenely large office. I take a deep breath as memories of times past on the black leather resurface. I smile as I think of pretty, vivacious Annie and hope that she’s happy in her new life. I also think of the first time I sat there with Emil discussing terms and I sigh at how much has changed in my life since then.
Emil suddenly looks serious as he sits beside me and when he takes my hand in his, the expression on his face is hard to read.
“What’s wrong, Emil?”
“I am so sorry but I would like to end our Friends with Benefits arrangement, chere.”
Of all the things I expected him to say, that would not have even been on the list. I feel like I’ve been hit by a sledgehammer. Stunned, I pull my hand from his only for him to take it straight back and kiss it.
“I did a terrible thing, chere, using that recording to pressure you into this. I have destroyed it, as I promised. And then I broke into your home and frightened you, for which I feel such a deep shame. And I struck you. It was abhorrent, my love. And I am deeply, deeply ashamed, Sarah.”
He keeps holding, stroking and kissing my hand as I feel tears forming. “It was no more terrible than my deliberate seduction of Annie, knowing that you’d be watching. And I seem to recall hitting you back.”
He chuckles and rubs his jaw. “Yes, you did.” He turns slightly so that he’s looking straight at me. “But I’m afraid that I cannot allow this arrangement to continue.”
I snatch my hand away and stand. “I see. Well, thank you, Emil. It’s been fun!” I turn to walk away. I won’t let him see me cry. Why am I crying? But I hear him stand and he pulls me back.
“Listen to me, chere. You do not understand. I don’t want what we have – what I think we can have – if it isn’t what you want as well. I want you to be with me because you want to be with me, not because you feel you have no choice.”
I take a deep breath and sit down again. Why is my life becoming increasingly complicated? My word, he is a very confusing man! He sits and takes my hand again. “Well, Emil. You always know how to surprise me!”
“You know, chere, I surprise myself too sometimes. When I was away, I started talking to a very attractive lady at the hotel I was staying in with the intention of charming her into my bed.” He shrugs, smiling. I just shake my head and roll my eyes. What can you do? He’s a Frenchman. “But when I got her there, it wasn’t her I wanted. It was you.” He chuckles and drags his hand down his face. “I had no choice but to pretend I was suddenly struck down by a case of impotence!”
Before I know it, I’m laughing so hard that tears – of joy this time – are rolling down my face. “Oh, Emil! That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“It is not funny, chere. I have never been impotent in my life!”
At the sight of his horrified face, I can’t help but laugh even more. “I’ll bet you haven’t!” And then his hands are on my face, wiping the tears away as I laugh and cry at the same time. He leans closer and kisses me, all lovely and stubbly.
“So, Sarah. What do you thin