Chains of Desire: A Parisian Seduction
The first time Charlotte saw him, she was chained—not to a bedpost or some kinky dungeon contraption, but to the cold metal railing of a Parisian subway platform. The cuffs were real, the kind police used, and they bit into her wrists just enough to make her wince. She had been arrested—or so the officer had claimed—after she’d “accidentally” spilled her espresso on a well-dressed man’s suit at a café near the Louvre. The man, a French businessman with a sharp jawline and colder eyes, had glared at her with such disdain that she’d snapped back in English, “Maybe if you weren’t so uptight, you’d enjoy a little spill now and then.” The officer, a broad-shouldered man with a name tag that read LUC, had been the one to cuff her, his fingers lingering just a second too long on her skin.
“Mademoiselle,” Luc had murmured, his voice a low rumble as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, “you have a very sharp tongue for someone in handcuffs.”
Charlotte had smirked, tilting her chin up despite the metal digging into her flesh. “And you have a very firm grip for someone who’s supposed to be protecting me.”
That had been three weeks ago.
Now, she was back in Paris—not in handcuffs this time, but in a dimly lit jazz club on Rue de Lappe, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the sultry notes of a saxophone. She had come alone, dressed in a black silk dress that clung to her curves, her dark auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. She had told herself it was just another night out, but the truth was, she had been thinking about Luc. About the way his hands had felt on her wrists. About the way his voice had dropped when he’d whispered, “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”
She didn’t have to wait long.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea as he approached, his uniform traded for a tailored black suit that hugged his muscular frame. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and the corner of his mouth twitched—just a hint of a smile. “Charlotte,” he said, her name rolling off his tongue like a promise. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”
She crossed her legs slowly, the slit in her dress riding up just enough to tease. “Were you now? And here I thought you’d forgotten about me.”
Luc chuckled, pulling out the chair across from her and sitting down without waiting for an invitation. “Forget you? Impossible.” His gaze flicked down to her lips, then back up. “Though I did wonder if you’d still be as mouthy as the last time we met.”
Charlotte leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the low neckline of her dress. “Oh, Luc,” she purred, “you have no idea.”
The first kiss happened in the alley behind the club, his hands gripping her waist as he backed her against the brick wall. The moment his lips crashed onto hers, Charlotte moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. He tasted like whiskey and sin, his tongue sweeping past her lips with a hunger that made her knees weak.
“Fuck,” she gasped as he pulled back just enough to nip at her bottom lip. “You kiss like you mean it.”
Luc’s hands slid down to her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he hitched her leg up around his hip. “I always mean it,” he growled, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. “Especially when it comes to you.”
Charlotte arched into him, her breath hitching as his teeth grazed her collarbone. “God, you’re insufferable,” she panted, but her hands were already fumbling with his belt, her fingers trembling with need.
Luc caught her wrist, pinning it above her head against the wall. “Patience, ma chérie,” he murmured, his free hand sliding up her thigh, his thumb brushing over the damp lace of her panties. “We have all night.”
Charlotte whimpered, her hips bucking against his touch. “Luc, please—”
“Begging already?” He smirked, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and yanking them down in one sharp motion. The cool night air hit her bare pussy, and she shivered. “Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice rough as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Before she could protest, his mouth was on her, his tongue dragging through her slick folds with a groan. “Fuck, you taste perfect,” he muttered against her, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her open for him.
Charlotte’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, her fingers clutching at his hair as his tongue circled her clit. “Oh God—Luc, don’t stop—”
He didn’t.
His tongue worked her in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her entrance before flicking back up to her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, her thighs trembling around his head as she panted his name like a prayer. “Luc, I’m gonna—fuck—”
He pulled back just as she was about to come, his lips glistening with her arousal as he looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. “Not yet,” he said, his voice a command. “Not until I’m inside you.”
Charlotte nearly sobbed in frustration, but before she could argue, he was on his feet again, his mouth crashing onto hers. She could taste herself on his lips, and it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs.
“Bedroom,” she gasped against his mouth. “Now.”
His apartment was a maze of dark wood and velvet, the air thick with the scent of leather and something musky and masculine. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Luc had her pressed against it, his body pinning hers as his hands roamed over her curves.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his lips brushing her ear as his fingers found the zipper of her dress. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
Charlotte’s breath hitched as he peeled the dress down her body, leaving her in nothing but her black lace bra and heels. “I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice steady despite the way her heart was pounding. “Hard. Like you own me.”
Luc’s eyes darkened, his hands gripping her hips as he spun her around and bent her over the back of his couch. “Oh, ma chérie,” he murmured, his palm cracking against her ass with a sharp smack. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
Charlotte gasped, her fingers digging into the leather as he spanked her again, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. “Luc—fuck—”
“Such a dirty mouth,” he growled, his fingers sliding between her legs from behind. “And such a wet little cunt.” He teased her entrance, his thumb pressing against her clit as he leaned down to bite her shoulder. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, her hips rocking back against his hand. “Please, Luc, fuck me—”
He didn’t make her wait.
With one swift motion, he unbuckled his belt, the sound of his zipper lowering sending a shiver down her spine. She felt the thick head of his cock press against her, and she moaned, pushing back against him.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckled, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back. “You want my cock, Charlotte?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please—”
He thrust into her in one deep, relentless stroke, filling her completely. Charlotte cried out, her nails scraping against the couch as he bottomed out inside her. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his grip on her hip bruising as he pulled out and slammed back in.
“Harder,” she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. “Fuck me harder, Luc—”
He obliged.
His hips snapped against hers, each thrust deep and punishing, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Charlotte could feel her orgasm building, her walls clenching around him as he pounded into her.
“That’s it,” he growled, his free hand sliding around to her clit, his fingers working her in tight, relentless circles. “Come for me, ma chérie. Let me feel that pretty cunt milk my cock.”
His words sent her over the edge.
Charlotte came with a broken cry, her body shuddering as pleasure ripped through her. Luc groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. “Fuck—Charlotte—”
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with hot, thick cum. Charlotte collapsed forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Luc leaned over her, his lips pressing against her shoulder.
“Still think I’m insufferable?” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
Charlotte turned her head just enough to meet his gaze, her lips curling into a smirk. “Worse,” she panted. “Because now I know what I’ve been missing.”
Luc chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her hip. “Then I guess I’ll just have to remind you,” he said, his cock twitching inside her as he hardened again. “All. Night. Long.”
The second time, he had her on her knees.
The third time, she rode him reverse cowgirl, her nails digging into his thighs as she bounced on his cock, his hands gripping her ass as he guided her movements.
The fourth time, he bent her over the arm of his couch, his fingers tangled in her hair as he fucked her from behind, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.
By the time the sun began to creep through the curtains, Charlotte was a trembling, spent mess, her body covered in bite marks and bruises, her thighs slick with cum. Luc lay beside her, his chest rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her stomach.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.
Charlotte turned her head to look at him, her lips swollen from his kisses. “And you love it,” she shot back, her voice just as rough.
Luc smirked, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy, his fingers pressing against her sensitive clit. “I do,” he admitted, his thumb circling lazily. “Almost as much as I love this.”
Charlotte moaned, her hips lifting into his touch despite the ache between her legs. “Luc—”
“Shh,” he soothed, his lips brushing her temple. “Just let me worship you, ma chérie.”
And for the first time in her life, Charlotte didn’t argue.
The next morning, she woke to the scent of coffee and the sound of Luc humming in the kitchen. She stretched, her muscles protesting deliciously, and sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist.
Luc turned, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her—naked, disheveled, and his. “Good morning,” he said, his voice low as he set a cup of coffee on the nightstand beside her.
Charlotte reached for it, her fingers brushing against his as she took a sip. “Morning,” she murmured, her gaze flicking up to meet his. “So. What now?”
Luc’s lips quirked. “Now?” He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a slow, deep kiss. “Now,” he murmured against her lips, “we do it all over again.”
Charlotte smirked, setting the coffee down and pulling him onto the bed with her. “Good,” she purred, her hands sliding down to his already hardening cock. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Luc groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she straddled him. “Thank fuck for that,” he growled, his voice rough with need.
And as she sank down onto his cock, her head falling back with a moan, Charlotte realized something:
She was exactly where she was meant to be.