The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 43

Bobbie stepped into the master suite of Olivier’s villa and immediately felt tension oozing out of her body and disappearing into the stratosphere. “Oh, Olivier, this is incredible,” her voice was breathy and soft as she stood in the middle of the oversized room and turn a slow turn.

The huge four poster teak bed was decked in a pale turquoise duvet with oversized pillows, and it easily was as high as her waist. It was massive and took up most of the space in the room. The room was painted a pale creamy color and in the current light she was guessing a pale blue perhaps but only morning would tell. The floors were tiled also in a light color and as Bobbie slipped her shoes off, cool and refreshing against the heat. She was hot and she kicked off her jeans to reveal a pair of boy short panties and she heard the intake of air behind her. She was grateful for the cold floor against the intense heat of the gaze on her a*s. In her t-shirt and underwear, she perused the room, taking in the smell of the flowers Marie evidently placed in the room for their arrival, saccharine sweet.

Double wide patio doors opened to a balcony and gauzy curtains blew the scent of the ocean into the room and the echo of the surf on the shore teased Bobbie’s hearing. She could hear the rolling of the waves, slamming to the sand, pulling, and pushing in a dance with the tide. She was drawn to the outdoor space and wordlessly padded softly to step into the warm summer night air.

Her fingers gripped the balustrade as she leaned forward and inhaled deeply the aromatic scent of the island, earthy and salty and she closed her eyes as the wind gently brushed against her skin.

“For so long I imagined you just as you are right now,” Olivier’s voice was low and quiet behind her. She could hear the emotion in his voice, and it felt rich and warm against the tropical breeze of the night.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, “really?”

“Yes,” he moved behind her and pushed her hair off her shoulder gently, leaning forward to k**s the curve of her neck. “My little piece of paradise is now complete.” His hands moved to grip her h**s and hold her firm to him as he peppered little k****s along her jaw. “Thank you for insisting we come away.”

Bobbie leaned her head backwards to allow him further access and reached her hand upward to stroke his stubbled cheek. “You didn’t shave today.”

“No,” he rubbed his jaw along hers and his throaty laugh was seductive as she shivered at the sensations he was causing. “Should I go shave now?”

“Don’t you f*****g dare,” she warned as she turned into his embrace, winding her arms around his neck. “I like this,” she rubbed her palm against his jawline. “I imagine it would feel very good on my inner thighs.”

She gave a giggle as he swept her up in his arms and carried her back through the doors and delicately placed her in the middle of the bed and lay along side her. She stared into his eyes as he studied her, his gaze unwavering. His long finger stroked her cheek as he brushed her hair off her face and then closing his eyes, pressed a sweet k**s to her forehead.

“You are so beautiful Bobbie. I cannot begin to comprehend you are here. I dreamed so many nights of you being here in this bed. Now I cannot believe how fortunate I am to have you with me, to have you let me be part of your life and the kids’ lives. I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know how special and valuable you are to me.”

“Olivier,” her words were caught in her throat at his declaration.

“Tonight, I know we are both tired, but I cannot wait one more night to be with you. May I make love to you?”

His words were warm and soothing to her battered soul after the last short while. She nodded at his question, and he claimed her lips softly. It was by far the gentlest k**s he’d ever given her, soft and sweet. His lips hesitant and unsure as they slipped back and forth across hers. Where in every other instance of their lovemaking, everything had been frantic, demanding and sizzling, the way he held her in his arms now spoke to longing and seduction. He was kissing her as if she were the most delicate and fragile flower, he’d ever encountered. She felt frail and feminine as he gingerly dipped his tongue past her lips.

Short breaths were all she could muster as he kissed her like it was their first time. He was up on his elbow over her, his fingers still above her neckline as his leg moved to nudge between her knees when her body burrowed closer to him. His touch danced along her skin, and she craved more of him,

She sighed when his fingers began to slowly trace along her neckline to the vee of her t-shirt, his thumb extending to her cleavage and then back again. He curled his palm around her breast his wayward thumb strumming along her n****e and then back to the deep valley where her bra was clasped.

Finally, he broke the k**s to begin leisurely drawing his mouth down her body. As if he had all the time in the universe, he was exploring every inch of her exposed skin.

“Olivier,” she m****d his name in the quiet of the room as he paused to pull her t-shirt over her head.

The heat of his gaze as he regarded her body laying beside him in only her bra and shorts created a desperate longing to have his clothes off as well. She needed to feel flesh on flesh, skin on skin and she slipped her hands under his shirt and helped him shrug it off.

“Better,” she sighed as he lay over her again, the heat of his body flush with hers.

“So much better,” he agreed. His hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts to cup her a*s and squeeze it. “Still too many clothes,” his words were barely audible as he felt her stretching under him to wriggle out of her panties.

He unhooked her bra with a quick flick of his fingertips, and he tossed it to the foot of the bed. “Now I’m happy.”

“You still have too many clothes,” she protested as she rubbed her leg along his jean-clad body.

He rolled off to kick out of his jeans and then as he was turning back, he paused and gave a long, slow shake of his head, “incroyable.” He smiled as she blushed under his scrutiny, “incredible, your body is incredible. I could see you every day for the rest of my life and every day it feels like the greatest gift.”

She reached a hand up to touch his cheek, knowing her cheeks were fiery red, “It’s nothing fancy.”

“Utter perfection,” he corrected. He lazily trailed his knuckles along her breastbone and watched as she shuddered from his touch. “I want you,” he lifted her hand from his cheek and pressed it below his waist. “Never doubt how much I want you.” When she smiled at him, he gave an exaggerated sigh, “and your smile, the one which lights up the entire room. Who needs moonlight or candles when the smile from you is a beacon to me?”

His poetic words would have been cheesy from anyone else yet as he spoke to her, a promise in the air of his unending adoration, she felt priceless. She was reminded he had said he hadn’t known how to talk to her yet the words coming from him now were sweet, honest, and more than she had ever dreamed.

Again, he began his skillful kissing of her body, languidly pressing unhurried k****s along her chest and torso, his tongue dipping along her navel as he continued to move lower along the bed. His thumbs brushed against her n*****s as he played with her body, focusing on providing her pleasure.

He gave a deliberate swipe of his tongue along her slit, slicing upwards through her folds and she arched her back, her fingers reaching for his head. Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder he forked his tongue inside her and she gasped at the bold intrusion.

She writhed on the bed under his studious attention, his k**s hot and feathery light in one moment and deep and consuming the next. He flitted back and forth from soft to hard until Bobbie was certain her entire being was on the verge of a combustive explosion. For how long he lathed her body like this she was uncertain but each time she was on the precipice he would move back to soft and easy, gentle loving touches. She was torn between reveling in his rapt attention and screaming in frustration when her o*****s continued to ebb away without being fulfilled. Then he added a finger, and she came unglued, spiralling upwards before plummeting down to the mindless bliss of her o****m and he sucked and licked her core feasting and drinking thirstily.

Her breath was short, and her head shifted on the pillow from side to side as he continued pumping his finger in and out of her, adding a second finger and then a third to stretch her. She was lost a second time when he rotated his tongue on her clit in a hard flicking motion while his fingers f****d her furiously. His name a whimper in the heated air surrounding them.

“Olivier, I need more,” she begged as she gripped his shoulders pleadingly. “I need to feel you inside me. Please.”

He slid up her body, slicing a path with his tongue from her core to her decolletage and paused to suck deeply on her hardened n****e. She clutched his head to her breast as he nipped, and she considered he was a fire consuming her body in a scorching inferno of l**t. She was ablaze and if she had her way, she’d be nothing but ash by morning.

“Please,” she begged again as his fingers toyed with the bud at the apex of her thighs. “I don’t want your fingers. I want your c**k. Please.”

“My dirty girl,” he whispered in her ear as he moved over her.

She let her knees fall apart, hitching her ankles around his thighs before he was even in position, her glistening wetness on display as his rod nudged against her entrance.

Painstakingly slow. Those words were what Bobbie could use to describe his actions. He was entering her in second-long intervals in millimeter increments and she clutched the duvet under her in frustration. She needed more. All of him. Every inch. Yet he was savouring every moment of their union and she was clamouring for release.

He kissed her mouth, dragging her bottom l*p into his teeth and sucking on it. “You taste so f*****g good. Can you taste yourself on my tongue, chérie?” he slid his tongue along hers. “Tangy and sweet.” His words were whispered between searing k****s while he plunged ever so slowly deep into her.

“Yes,” she finally felt the peace she had been craving as he filled her to the brim. “There, right there.”

“Here?” he shifted his h**s against her and then rotated them, “or here?”

“Oh god you’re everywhere,” she m****d deliriously. “You feel so good. God, you feel so good. Don’t stop,” she pleaded as her fingernails raked his shoulders.

He nudged with his h**s even deeper, and her hoarse cry carried into the stillness of the night, “come again for me Bobbie.” He was staring down at her as he slowly withdrew from her, ignoring her protests before pushing forward deep and hard into her warmth. Her body clenched as he rhythmically began stroking her walls with his thick shaft. “That’s it, chérie, I want to feel you come around my c**k. Come on.” He put his fingers in her mouth and forced her to look in his direction, “eyes on me. Eyes always on my, my love. I want to watch you. Look at me when you come undone for me.” When her eyes blinked, he chuckled, “open those eyes or I stop. I want to see you spiral from my c**k.”

“f**k me, Olivier. f**k me harder,” she met his dark eyes, fathomless pools of obsidian darkness drawing her deep into his l**t-fueled fantasies. She was his dirty girl. Always had been. Always would be. She felt her body clenching involuntarily around him as her fingers slid from his shoulders to his biceps and then his forearms resting near her face. Every thrust was punctuated with a gasp as she chased her o****m and then it hit with tsunami-like force, and she was sucked under. His threat to stop echoing again when she closed her eyes and she struggled to obey his command to maintain eye contact. Her breathing erratic, her heart rate accelerated, she came down off her high just as he pulled away.

“You didn’t,” she complained he hadn’t finished with a pout.

“I’m not done.” he smiled as he got off the bed and carried her back to the balcony. “I want to f**k you hard from behind in the fresh air. Just don’t scream and wake the kids.”

“I don’t know if my legs will hold me up.” she gave a nervous giggle as she turned to face the beach area away from the house.

“I don’t know if my legs will hold me up.” she gave a nervous giggle as she turned to face the beach area away from the house.

“I’ll hold you up, Bobbie. I’ll hold you up and never let you fall.”

The words were soft against her ear as he leaned over her and she sighed with the promise they delivered.

She closed her eyes again as he gripped her from behind, his two hands squeezing her breasts tightly. “Olivier,” she gripped the rail tightly as he kicked her ankles apart, “I don’t know if I can stand.” She protested again.

“You can,” he bit her shoulder as he pushed her forward and sheathed himself in her warmth. They both let out long sighs of contentment. “Your a*s is perfect.” He released her chest to squeeze her a*s and almost pick her from the floor by the handfuls he held. “I spend more time thinking of your a*s than I do almost anything else. Your a*s in jeans. Your a*s in a black pencil skirt. Your a*s in a bikini. Your a*s naked like it is now.” He shoved up hard into her, “f**k.”

“We’re making too much noise,” she whimpered as he rocked against her, the slapping sounds of wet skin echoing around them

“Not loud enough. I wish I could make you scream the island down,” he pounded her harder as he pulled her back and forth off his rigid shaft. “I want to f**k your a*s, Bobbie. I want to f**k you until you can’t walk and then I want to f**k you more. There is nothing sexier to me than knowing you love when I ruin you.”

Her knees weakened with his words. So many times, when they had played in the past, he had plundered her with his c**k while he’d had her core stuffed with a toy and vice versa and the o*****s had been mind-bending. His thumb slipped into her a*s now and she shuddered as he kept tempo with his digit.

“Touch yourself, Bobbie. Touch your t**s and your clit.”

“Can’t do both,” she gasped for breath, “rail hurts the ribcage.”

“f**k,” he let go of where he’d gripped her bottom and snaked a hand around to pinch her n****e, using his arm as a barrier against the rail. “I need to feel you spasming on my c**k again. Come on, chérie. Let’s get you there.”

His words didn’t stop as he kept instructing her what to touch, how to touch while his hands tortured her body deliciously. One hand squeezing and toying with her breasts and the other pushing in and out of her a*s while he f****d her hard from behind.

Her feet were clear off the floor now, his arm at her chest holding her up over the rail. She gripped it, half in fear she might get f****d completely over the railing into whatever was below them and the other in ecstasy at the ferocity of his attention. What had started as sweet, and gentle had escalated into hot, frenzied wickedness and she was hard-pressed to contain her vocals in the quiet of the night. Her o****m swept over her, and she gave a muffled shriek into the night, wishing she could scream his name for the world to hear.

Then he was stiffening behind her, his legs and back straight as his o****m pulsated deep inside her core. Her name a hoarse bellow. He withdrew and turned her around fast, pressing a hot, hungry k**s to her mouth.

“I had intended to go slow and be gentle and make love to you.”

“Who needs that,” she said collapsing against his chest as his arms wound around his middle. “I love what you do to me.” Her legs trembled as she staggered with him.

He laughed at her weak legs and swept her up in his arms, “a quick shower to clean up and then sleep? I cannot wait to hold you all night.”

Fifteen minutes later she was tucked up in bed beside him, clean, wearing his t-shirt and laughing as he complained about having to sleep in boxers.

“Do you really want her to come in and see your junk?” she reminded him Ollie was in the house.

“Jesus no,” he grimaced. “I’m still concerned about her starfish comment to Everly. If you chop it off, will it grow back?” He shuddered as if terrified of their daughter’s morbid thoughts.

She giggled at his words and snuggled into his chest, “Olivier,” she whispered as a yawn escaped her.

“Good night,” he kissed her temple softly, not letting her ask whatever question she had.

She was curled up to him and couldn’t get comfortable, ignoring his blatant attempt to ignore her talking. “When did you buy this place? You said you thought of me here?” her words were quiet in the darkened bedroom.

“I was around twenty-five. I had made my first billion. Felt like I should do something stupid with it and so I bought an island.” His thumb was stroking patterns on her h*p as she snuggled, “I had the jet ready to bring you here, you know. Back then,” his voice was hushed, “I had intended to ask you to be my girlfriend and just live with me, wherever I went, I wanted you to come. I wanted to take care of you, but I wanted us to come here and be together on a real vacation. Then I got to the hotel, and it was trashed, and you were gone. I came here anyway. Drowned my sorrows in lots of rum before Riggs and Henri dragged me back to the land of the living.”

She played with the fine dusting of chest hair near her cheek, “we lost out on so much.”

“I will spend forever making up for the time,” he kissed the top of her head. “Forever doesn’t seem long enough but I will. I dreamed of you here and now you are. I still cannot believe looking up in the hotel lobby a few weeks back and seeing you come in with Grady. You are even more beautiful now, than you were then.”

She pressed a k**s to his firm pec and sighed, “I prayed so long you’d grown old, got fat and went bald. Now I have you back, I’m so glad my prayers were unanswered.”

He tickled her ribs for her comment, and she giggled before letting out a loud yawn. “I’m so tired. We should sleep.”

“We should. It won’t be long, and the twins will be bouncing on the bed demanding to swim or fish or snorkel.”

The soothing feeling of his hands stroking her gently along with the crashing of the surf outside lulled her to sweet dreamless sleep.