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Chapter 9 in Initiated to Kill
Chapter 9

Staring at her reflection, her cherry red lips spread into a smile. The man she was seeing was

like no other. She felt the pull, the need to control. His position could be used for her advantage.

She couldn't help but admit she would enjoy this. Seducing was her forte, winning was her goal.

And she would win this one. He wouldn't see it coming.

* * * *

Celestina leisurely pulled on the black pencil-thin skirt, the low-cut red halter-neck top

scooped along the upper part of her breasts. A push-up bra adding to the effect.

Methodically dotting perfume on her cleavage and wrists, she felt prepared for the night to

come.

Her high heels clicked along the terrace, descending the stairs, entering the courtyard,

heading toward the little underground parking lot. Hopping into her car, she speedily drove to his

house.

Finally, he had succumbed. The invitation to have dinner at his mansion was a welcome

surprise. After all, he wouldn't just invite anyone there.

As she drove into his expansive driveway, she had to admit that she was impressed. In the

center, a large fountain with a beautiful carved eagle spread its wings, readying itself for flight.

Celestina stepped out of the car and made her way up to the front door. Taking a hold of the

eagle brass knocker, she allowed it to resound through the entire house. Patiently waiting, not

wanting to appear too eager, she examined her surroundings. Wanting to get a feel for what this

man was like, and the money he obviously had. The immaculately gardens and land bespoke of

the hard-working staff he employed.

Turning around, smiling when the door opened, revealing the man she had come to see.

"Come on in." He opened the door wide. He, too, was immaculately dressed in black slacks

and a white shirt made of expensive material.

Holding a bottle of Syrah wine, he motioned for her to follow him into the sitting room,

where two glasses sat, filled with the dark scarlet wine.

"Well, I certainly have to say I'm impressed. I wasn't quite expecting this." Smiling coyly in

his direction, she slowly took a sip of wine, instantly feeling the heady effect of the alcohol.

He smiled. "It's actually a family heirloom. Since I'm the only one that wanted to live in

Spain, they said I could have it."

His sophisticated English accent only added to the allure of his overall demeanor.

Settling on the elaborate black suede couch, purposefully crossing her legs, relishing

how his eyes lingered. Glancing around her, she could see that the room was filled with

antiques, a grand piano in the far corner.

"Do you play?" Celestina motioned with her head to the piano.

Shaking his head, he stood up. "Sadly, no. I used to, but with my present commitments I

have fallen to the wayside."

Taking a sip of his wine, he offered his hand for her to take.

"Shall we?"

Accepting his offered hand, allowing a split second for their bodies to touch before she

slowly brushed past him and out into the hallway.

Candles sent a soft warm hue around the dining room, a soft waltz played in the background.

As they ate dinner, she congratulated herself on her good taste. This man was not only smart

and wealthy, but he certainly knew how to treat a woman. Her occasional glances in his direction

sent a little spark through her body. Anticipation built as the wine coursed through her.

After savoring the delicate brandy truffles, they settled back into the lounge with their third

glass of wine, listening to the waltz that played in the background.

"Would you like to dance?" His brown eyes meet hers, his hand held out in invitation.

"I would love to."

Embracing her in a tight hold, their bodies moved in slow time to the music. Her soft breasts

pressed against his chest, one knee lightly protruded between his legs.

No time like the present, Celestina thought. Her lips met his, without hesitation, as though he

was expecting it, his lips responded, linking his tongue with hers, his hand moving to grasp her

buttocks.

Her lips caressed his neck.

"I haven't seen your bedroom. Will you show it to me?" she whispered, the wetness between

her legs increasing, feeling as if her whole body would explode.

Taking a last swig of his wine, leading her up the stairs into his bedroom. Roughly pushing

her against the door, her whole body screamed. Sensitive to his every touch. She hurriedly

unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the floor; while he yanked her skirt down, slowly moving his

hands over her buttocks.

Slipping his tongue from her mouth and down her neck, pressing her hands above her head.

Closing her eyes, relishing the feel of the passion he stirred up in her, how he expertly handled

himself. Slowly Celestina reciprocated his effects. Bit by bit she lowered her hands, gradually

moving her hand up and down his erect groin. He grunted, assertively ripping off her shirt,

flinging her bra to the floor. Gathering the fullness of her small breasts into his hands, lowering

his lips to one of her hardened nipples.

Moaning with pleasure, he shoved her onto the bed, his hands grazing down her body. His

tongue traveling around her nipples, moving down her naval to where she was already wet,

waiting for him. Her body convulsed as her orgasm came quick and sharp.

Their lips locked in frenzy, his knee forcing her legs open, hands fervently searching each

other. Climbing on top of her, he pulled her hips to him as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

His thrusts came quick and deep, gripping onto her buttocks. Her nails dug into his back as he

went faster and deeper. Biting into his shoulder, her body erupted, shaking, moaning his name as

he completed his final thrust.

Falling onto his back, completely spent, trying to catch his breath. She rolled onto her side to

face him and placed one of her legs on top of him.

"You were incredible."

"You weren't too bad, yourself."

Laughing, she straddled him once again. Her black hair fell over her breasts as she stared

down at him. He lifted up one hand to massage the exposed breast.

"You know I'm not as young as you. I don't think I can go again."

"Oh, give it some time. You'll manage," she replied coyly.

Bending down to kiss him, he grabbed a hold of her hair as their tongues entwined again.

"Ready to go again."

This time she stayed on top, slowly taking her time to allow the thrusts to fully penetrate and

achieve a maximum orgasm.

She carefully slid in and out until finally allowing him to fully penetrate her.

She had him exactly where she wanted him.



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