The Deepest Desire Pt 03

Elza

It was 7 in the morning. My alarm was loud and we both woke up. I had to go, my flight was leaving in a couple of hours.

"Good morning, darling," Gérard kissed me. The kiss was as sweet as his voice. How could a guy so sweet be so deliciously controlling?

"Good morning. How did you sleep?" I asked him and smiled.

"I had a very nice dream about the cute girl who was sleeping beside me," he whispered.

"What kind of dream was that?" I wanted to know the details.

"You were at my home in France cooking dinner for us while I was making a dessert. All of my problems were gone," Gérard explained.

I was wondering what kind of problems he had but I didn't ask about them. If he wanted to tell them, he could've done it already. There was no point anyway. I was about to fly home, and he was living in France.

Long-distance relationships never function. It was just a one night stand. It was amazing but it still was just a one time thing.

"Your dream sounds delicious. What kind of dessert were you making?" I asked instead.

"Crème brûlée. It's my favorite dessert to make. I love making pastries," he shared.

"My mouth is watering now. Look what you've done with your dream," I laughed.

"I'm sorry, darling. I would love to make something delicious for you," said Gérard and started gently touching my neck. The electricity shivered my body.

He's already given me a delicious night... I was feeling like a new woman. I couldn't go back to what I was before. There's no way back. I experienced the divine pleasures and I simply wanted more. I couldn't get enough of it. Or... enough of him. Gérard...

"Close your eyes," he said and I complied without thinking it through. "Open your mouth," he ordered me again.

I obeyed even though I still felt a little weird. Gérard put something on my tongue.

"Close your mouth and taste it," he whispered.

It was chocolate.

"It's delicious..." I said with my mouth almost full.

"Is it? I don't believe you. Let me try," he declared, pulled me closer and kissed me.

He was tasting me softly with his tongue, exploring my mouth. I was in heaven, and I couldn't help but want more. I felt his hand on my neck, he pulled me closer. His hand was forceful, even if I had wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to back out. I felt that he wouldn't have let me.

At this moment, I forgot everything, the flight, and the breakup, Luke... My mind was drifting away, I wanted only to be kissed by Gérard.

Suddenly he stopped kissing but didn't pull his hand away. I still could feel his strong fingers on my neck.

"It really does taste delicious," was Gérard's verdict but I couldn't care less.

"I want more," I whispered and tried to reach forward to his lips. My eyes were still closed but I could feel his hand stopping me from the only thing I wanted.

I looked at him because I couldn't understand why he was stopping me.

"Tell me what you want, darling," he whispered in my ear. I still could smell his perfume and the scent made my knees shake. He knew what I wanted but I wasn't going to get it so easily.

"I want to kiss you so badly, Sir," I said hoping he would allow me yet simple but such a thrilling moment.

He didn't say anything but I saw him leaning towards me. I almost felt his lips on mine and I tried to reach forward but he kept just a tiny bit of distance between our lips. I wanted him so badly, so I tried to reach his lips and kiss him. But Gérard was holding my neck even more tightly. He didn't allow me to kiss him no matter what I tried.

"Please, Sir... What do I have to do to earn your kiss?" I couldn't believe myself as I was begging for such a simple pleasure.

"Oh, you sweetie, you can't have enough of me, can you?" Gérard smiled.

"That's a bit of an arrogant remark," I whispered mainly to myself without thinking about the consequences.

"What did you say, kitten?" he asked in his intimidating voice. "Are you being insolent?"

"I'm... sorry. I didn't mean it," I didn't know what else to say but he kept staring at me sternly. He knew how to look frightening and it just made me desire him more.

"Aren't you forgetting something, kitten?" he seemed a bit angry. "If you want me some more, you'll have to be the good girl I know you are. Am I clear, Elza?"

"I'll be a good girl for you, Sir," I said. I couldn't resist his charms, I didn't control my body anymore. Gérard had power over me and I knew I would let him do anything he wanted.

"Great. Now, I think you should say a proper goodbye before leaving," he said with a devilish smile.

"What do you have in mind, Sir?" I asked as politely as I could.

"I think it would be best if you shut your mouth for a moment," Gérard said. "Please kneel and open your mouth, kitten."

Gérard

She was exceptional and she was mine at least for a moment. Elza was just what I needed in this vacation and I think I was everything she craved at the moment as well.

Funny, I usually don't care much about a woman's pleasure on one night stands. I have sex and we are done for the night, especially after breakeup. However, it was different with Elza.

I cared how she was feeling, and I wanted to reveal all of her secrets and all of her desires. She made me forget Béatrice's and Mark's deception. I loved Béatrice but we've never clicked sexually. It was like a job to us. We had to work hard to get pleasure from one another. And I always felt like she wanted something different. Maybe Mark was the one who could satisfy her needs. However, I didn't want to see their faces for now.

It was different with Elza. It felt like two pieces of puzzle came together. We complimented each other. I wanted to give her a proper goodbye, possibly leaving her to crave more.

When I told her to kneel and open her mouth she obliged without hesitation. I took a ribbon I had in my suitcase, told her to stay still, and I covered her eyes.

She kept still and I could see her nipples erect. She loved it.

I put my cock inside her mouth and slowly started to move forward and back. I felt Elza's hands on my legs, trying to pull me closer.

"Put your hands behind your back, kitten. I don't want you to touch me at this moment," I said and saw that she did what I ordered her. "Keep your hands like that until I say so," I added knowing she will have to fight her urge to touch me.

I was holding her head and started to increase my pace. I kept looking if it wasn't too much for her but she seemed to take it in quite nicely. I couldn't resist to fuck her mouth and I didn't stop myself.

I wasn't gentle and I didn't want to be. I fucked her mouth hard, I felt the back of her throat. I wanted her to remember me. I knew I would cum soon.

"I will cum soon and I want you to swallow all of my cum", I said while taking off the ribbon. I wanted to see her reaction to my words. Elza's eyes got wider but she kept her position.

"Do you understand what I want from you, kitten?" I wanted to make sure but I didn't stop fucking her mouth.

She tried to nod her head and mumbled something similar as a "Yes" while lowering her eyes out of embarrassment.

"Please, darling, look at me while I cum," I wanted her to feel the power I had on her. She was mine.

I knew I couldn't hold longer. My orgasm rushed through my body and all of the cum reached her mouth. She kept looking at me and swallowed everything.

"Thank you, Sir," Elza said smiling and didn't change her position. She still kept her hands behind her back. I was impressed and I helped her get back up.

Elza

Gérard was gentle. The fact he was so strong and dominant last night and this morning, and so soft today, made him even sexier and more desirable. I wanted him and I couldn't stop myself.

It was the first time somebody fucked my mouth. He was rough, I could feel my sore throat but I craved him even more. I wanted to do it again but my flight was leaving soon.

"I should go. I don't want to be late for my flight," I hugged him and whispered.

"I don't want to let you go..." Gérard didn't want to let me go.

"You have no choice. Maybe we will meet again someday," I contemplated wishing it would come true.

As Gérard accompanied me to the hotel, I knew it was a goodbye. We both knew: we were walking in silence because no words could give us a solution. It was one crazy night, and we probably won't see each other ever again.

It was a holiday romance. Nothing more.

I could repeat it a thousand times, but those words weren't true.

I knew I'd never forget his eyes and the passion surrounding us. I could be myself with him without fear of judgment, without worrying about what's right or wrong to feel.

He knew my soul the moment we met. He felt what I needed, and who I am. We both knew it was supposed to be a one-night holiday romance which we'll forget.

But I wasn't sure if I could delete this night. Something changed in me. Something deep was brought to the surface. It made me stronger, bolder, and passionate. It was unexpected, new, and unknown.

I wanted to explore the new side of me more, I couldn't leave it in Italy. However, I couldn't change the facts; I must go to the UK and he must return to France.

"This is me," I stopped near my hotel and looked at him.

"You live too close. I wanted to have more time with you," Gérard was disappointed a little.

"We had an exceptional night, didn't we?" I said.

"Yes, I will never forget a sweet Elza in a red dress from Venice. When is your flight?" he asked.

"In 3 hours, though, I should pack my things," I was very sad. Not only my holiday was over, but so was this magical night.

The silence was telling more than a thousand words. I wanted to tell him so much, but at the same time, I couldn't. What was the point? We will never see each other again.

"I had a superb time with you," Gérard said.

"Me too," I muttered.

None of us moved a step. I wanted to tell him more, there was something unfinished hanging but I couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

"Goodbye, Gérard."

"Au revoir Elza."

As I was walking through the gates I felt his gaze watching my back. I turned to check if I was right, and I saw him watching me.

He noticed my look and gave me an air kiss. I wanted to save this picture in my memory. It was special.

Gérard

A couple of days have passed since I returned home from Italy. I felt like I woke up from a beautiful dream and reality wasn't enough for me.

I wanted to go back to Venice and continue my dream with Elza.

I couldn't. My past caught me up.

Mark visited me yesterday. Béatrice was trying to call me constantly as well. I didn't open the door for him nor did I answer the phone.

"I know you're here," Mark said.

I couldn't care less if he knew. He's not going to wait forever at the door, I thought. I decided not to open the door for him. It was more than enough that I answered his call in Venice.

He didn't catch a hint, Mark was standing by my door every morning for a whole week. I tried to avoid him at all costs but all my effort was in vain.

"Gérard, I tried to reach you for several days now. Why didn't you open the door for me?" Mark was mad.

"I didn't want to talk to you. Haven't you thought about that?" I was even angrier. He had no right to be irritated with me.

"But I want to talk to you. Béatrice isn't feeling well, man," Mark sounded concerned.

"What do you mean?" I didn't believe him. If she isn't feeling well, it isn't my problem anymore. She only wanted to grab my attention.

"She's devastated and sad," Mark explained.

"You wanted to talk to me just because she's sad? Are you kidding me? She was fucking with you for a whole month. Why would she be sad?" I was angry.

"She doesn't want me like that. She still loves you," Mark tried to convince me.

"That's not my problem anymore. I have to go to the store, please excuse me and stop coming to my house every day. It's annoying," I didn't wait for him to answer and walked away.

When I returned home I made myself dinner and some thoughts couldn't leave my mind.

Why couldn't they simply let go and forget everything? I knew I wanted that, I wanted things to be simple again. Like they were in Venice with a beautiful girl. I wished I got back to Venice, to my dream. To my dream girl.

Elza was special, there weren't many people in the world. I've developed a deeper emotional connection. Plus, we had superb intimacy and I knew I could make her the best submissive I've ever had. I wanted to drag her out of her shell and reveal all of her desires, even the darkest ones.

I checked the dating app to see if she hadn't blocked me yet. I haven't used the app since I've returned home.

I was surprised. I was expecting her to block me. There was little chance to see each other again, it was logical to block me.

I was thinking for a couple of days about whether I should text her or not.

I had nothing to lose and I wanted to make her my obedient slut.