Page 9 of Sold to the Enemy

He pulled the strap of her suit down her arm, and then moved to the other and did the same, working it down.

Drago removed his other hand, and Selma gasped. “Don’t stop,” he said.

She wasn’t quite as tight as he was, but she did continue to work her hand up and down his length. He didn’t want her to stop. It felt so good.

Working at the top, he pulled her swimsuit down, exposing her breasts to his view. The water wasn’t quite so high as to hide her body from his gaze. His mouth watered for a taste of those full, ripe nipples. He pushed the suit off her hips, and like his boxer briefs, they landed at the bottom of the pool. Placing his hands at her waist, he stared into her eyes and waited, watching her, not wanting to let her go.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

With her gaze on him and her hand still working his dick, he began to caress up until he was at her tits. He waited just a second and then cupped them in his palm and began to stroke her breasts. Her nipples were already tight, so he knew she enjoyed his touch.

She gasped, closing her eyes, and he used this opportunity to kiss her lips. Selma kissed him back, but he didn’t linger, and instead caressed down. In doing so, she had to let go of his cock.

He held her tits up in offering, and pressed a kiss to each mound before licking his tongue across each tight nipple. Once he had done this, he sucked each nipple into his mouth, and then let them go, but spun her around so that her back was to him. It would be quite easy to take his pleasure and then deal with her, but this wasn’t about him. Drago could take care of his own needs.

This was about Selma.

If he had to get her to fall in lust with him first, then he was more than willing to do that. Running his hands down her body, he stroked her tits, then went down to finally cup her between her thighs. She gasped, arching up toward him.

He didn’t touch her clit or explore more of her pussy. He allowed her to get accustomed to his touch. Drago was grateful for his own patience in that moment. His cock was ready to fucking burst. He wanted to take her, to drive balls-deep inside her, to claim her virginity, and soak her womb with his seed. Instead, he gritted his teeth, and then slid a single finger between her slit. He stroked across her clit and this time she let out a gasp, a whimper, and her body shook.

Drago didn’t go down to explore her cunt, instead, he stayed focused on her tight clit. He used a second finger to work her body, heightening her arousal, and he felt the change within her. Much to his surprise, Selma was close to orgasm.

He didn’t have long to make the decision to allow her to prolong her orgasm and deny her instant release, but there would be time for all of that. Drago sent her over the edge and held her as she came. Her orgasm took her by surprise, his name spilling from her lips as the pleasure took over.

It was her first orgasm, he just knew it, and it was the start of many to come.

Chapter Four

The following day at breakfast, Selma couldn’t help but keep stealing glances toward her husband.

Last night had been insane. Well, not exactly insane, but amazing. She wasn’t quite sure if it had happened, but it had. They had been in the pool together, and he’d brought her to an amazing orgasm. Afterward, they had both gone to change, and then enjoyed dinner together and dessert, a chocolate mousse. It was delicious.

But then, Drago had walked her to her bedroom and had left for the night. Selma didn’t know if she had done anything wrong or if she was reading too much into it.

Now, at breakfast, Drago was reading his morning paper. He hadn’t come to collect her, but she’d taken a chance and made her way downstairs to the breakfast table. Fruit and toast was on offer. Drago had bacon and eggs, which he’d already finished. The coffee was excellent.

Selma didn’t know what to do or say. Should she tell him she wanted more? Did she want more?

Yes!

What he had done to her body had felt amazing. It was far better than any kind of book and the truth was, she wanted more. Even if he was the enemy.

He’s still my husband.

My father all but gave me to him to save his own life.

She didn’t know what to say to Drago.

Piercing a piece of strawberry, she took a bite. Did she mess up last night? Is that why he didn’t want her? Why did it even matter?

After an orgasm, he had left her alone, and she tried to sleep. What a joke. There had been no sleep for her. Nothing. Zip. Nada. She felt exhausted but also wired as well, but that could be the coffee.

“What did I do wrong?” Selma asked, and nearly choked on the strawberry she’d been chewing.

Selma looked toward her husband, and Drago didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached for his coffee and took a long sip. It didn’t take anyone that long to drink coffee. She was tempted to snatch it right out of his hands, but that would be rude.

“Wrong?” Drago asked.