Repress and restrain... (R for adult-type things)
Ava checked the address a final time and knocked on the door of the flat owned by Julian Vaisey. Reilly hadn’t been terribly informative beyond saying she wanted to give her friend a chance to relax after the difficult trial he’d recently been through. Having worked for the woman for a few years now, Ava accepted her employer’s assurance that she would be treated well. Thus far Reilly had never steered her wrong.
Glancing up from the deed he’d been looking over, Julian’s brow arched in surprise. Since his return home, he hadn’t entertained any visitors, and very few of his friends knew where his London flat was.
Pushing off the chair, he crossed to the front door and opened it, revealing a sultry redhead standing on the other side. One name crossed his mind, sure that she was responsible for his visitor: Reilly.
“Good evening, Julian,” Ava said with a warm smile, recognizing the man before her from his picture in the Prophet. “I’m Ava. Reilly Chambers thought you might enjoy my company for the evening.”
He inclined his head in greeting. “Good evening, Ava.” Stepping aside, he held the door open for her to enter the flat, gaze sliding down to move over her pert arse. Reilly would no longer warm his bed; they both knew that. And if he couldn’t have her, he could at least spend an unattached evening with a beautiful woman. “May I take your coat?”
Allowing him to assist her, she slipped the garment off, leaving her in a clingy, but not overly showy black dress, with bright red stiletto heels that matched her full lips. “Thank you.”
As Julian hung her coat in the closet, Ava moved to the living room sofa and sat down to wait. She didn’t know much about Julian, so she’d let him take the lead on what was to happen tonight. As she watched him move confidently around his space, she couldn’t help but admire his attractiveness, though.
Reilly had remembered he had an admiration for red heads. It wasn’t surprising; she had a mind like a sieve, and she had often surprised him with things he’d said years prior. This Ava was beautiful. Then again, all of Reilly’s employees were.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked, moving to the sidebar. “Whiskey, scotch, wine?”
“Wine would be lovely,” she said, eyes following him.
Pouring two glasses of the rich red wine he had opened earlier, he took the stems and walked them across to where his companion was waiting. Handing her a glass, his lips twitched as he settled down next to her on the sofa.
Taking a sip of the Cabernet, Ava crossed her long legs and studied her companion over the rim of her glass. With his dark hair and striking green eyes, Julian was a very handsome man. It was a relief that Reilly’s friend in need wasn’t a balding, middle-aged fat man, and no complaints came to mind as she contemplated the likely events of the night.
“I visited Pandora’s Box not long ago. I love the intimate atmosphere. That’s rare in clubs, particularly those with floor shows,” she said conversationally.
“Thank you,” Julian said, taking a sip of his own wine. “That was the atmosphere I was hoping to achieve when I opened it. London was painfully bereft of a burlesque, and I think Pandora’s is filling that void quite nicely.”
“I think you’re right.” Turning toward him on the sofa, Ava rested a hand on his leg. “Is that something you enjoy? Filling voids?”
His lips twitched. Ava didn’t waste time, and he appreciated that. “I’ve been told I have an aptitude for it,” he replied, taking her hand and pulling her into his lap.
“I suspected as much. You look like a man capable of great things.” A slender finger traced the buttons of Julian’s shirt as Ava looked up at him through her lashes.
“Do I?” he queried, one hand sliding up her pale thigh and underneath the hem of her short dress. He ducked his head to trace his nose along her slender neck, inhaling her delicate scent. Teasing, but not really touching.
Ava tipped her head to allow him better access to her neck, enjoying the light touch. “Mmm, yes. You’ve a strong, commanding presence. I don’t imagine very many people can say ‘no’ to you.” It went without saying that she wouldn’t.
“Can you say no to me?” he asked, hand tracing even higher between her legs.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked.
“Can’t imagine why.” But enough of talking. He was tired of talking. Three months without the feeling of a woman’s skin beneath his hands was far too long, much longer than he’d gone in years, and he was of no mind to deny himself a gift as beautiful as Ava. Free hand moving to cup her cheek, he turned her face towards him and pressed his lips against hers.
Leaning into the kiss, Ava’s hand smoothed over Julian’s shoulder to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. When he sought entry to her mouth, her lips parted easily, offering him free reign to taste and explore as he wanted to.
His lips curled against hers as she opened her lips to his mouth. Shifting her on his lap, his hand parted her thighs for his touch, one long finger tracing over her silky knickers.
Ava’s thighs separated, welcoming the touch as a hum of pleasure escaped her. Slowly her fingers worked each button of his shirt, pausing to caress the skin beneath as it was bared to her touch.
He didn’t tease, using two fingers to push her knickers aside and press into her waiting heat. His lips broke from hers to trace across her face and down her neck, trailing down between her pert breasts.
Gasping at the sudden invasion, her eyes fluttered shut as Julian kissed down her chest. “I knew you were a man of action,” she purred, hips rolling into his touch.
“Nice to know,” he murmured between kisses, “I don’t disappoint.” Her knickers, though no doubt lacy and delicate, were in his way, and it took little effort to slip his fingers out of her and wrap the material around them. With the slightest bit of force, he ripped them away from her body and let them fall to the floor.
“I think there’s very little chance of that.” Shifting to kneel over Julian’s lap, Ava pulled his shirt loose and nudged it off his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his bare chest. Her ‘date’ for the evening seemed to want to get down to business. That suited her just fine.
Julian shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the sofa. He had a lovely woman at his disposal, and it had been far too long since he’d had as such. He didn’t want this first time again to be in the living room.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he stood, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Sifting one hand through her silky red hair, he pressed his lips against hers and started to walk them towards the stairs.
Ava let him take her where he pleased, allowing herself to get lost in the heat of his kiss. It was only when he deposited her carefully onto a large bed that she looked around, unsurprised to find her surroundings dark and masculine, luxurious. Smiling in invitation, the redheads gaze was warm. “What can I do for you tonight, Julian? I’d like to treat you.”
“There are many, many things you can do for me, love,” he murmured, crawling up on the bed and caging her body beneath his. “And we’ve all night in which to do them.” Lowering his head, he pressed a line of soft, open kisses to the swell of her breast, heated gaze rolling up to meet hers.
A soft hum of pleasure passed her lips as Julian’s mouth moved, hot across her skin. Her hands caressed his chest, smoothing down his abdomen and then up his back again. She liked the feel of his skin under her hands, all smooth and firm. “You’re gorgeous,” she told him, a slight curl to her lips. “I always enjoy strong men.”
“And I always enjoy beautiful women,” he murmured, trailing kisses up her neck until he’d reached her red lips. “It seems we’ll both enjoy ourselves this evening.”
“If not, I’m not doing my job,” she quipped between kisses. Working his belt, Ava began nibbling her way down Julian’s throat. “I like to think of myself as an overachiever.”
Julian’s lips twitched as his hands slid over the silk covering her pert arse. “Are you?” he queried, voice low in his throat. “Care to show an example?”
Peering up at him, Ava spoke with quiet seriousness. “Anything you want.”
Lips curling in a small smirk, Julian reached down and flicked open the button of his trousers. She was a smart girl, she’d get the idea.
Nudging Julian onto his back, Ava divested him of his trousers and pants, dropping them to the floor before eying him in satisfaction. Slowly, she licked her lips and bent over him, tracing the tip of his proud member with her tongue. Taking him into her mouth, she licked and sucked, each downward stroke taking him deeper.
With a ragged groan, Julian reached down to thread his fingers through her hair. His self-control was already tenuous at best, and it took everything he had not to thrust between those pretty red lips. He did give in to the need to roll his hips slightly, gritting his teeth as the little minx took him in deeper.
Ava felt the tension in his body, knew that he probably hadn’t had occasion to enjoy this kind of activity in quite some time. He was a man in need of relief from the stress that had consumed his life - and she knew just how to give that to him. Speeding her movements, she listened for the telltale catch of breath, waited for the sudden rigidity of his muscles that would signal his impending release. She read the signs of his body and when the time came, Ava took all of him, swallowing around him as the dam burst.
Julian couldn’t help but moan as his hips thrust up into her mouth, his release crashing over him. His breathing was ragged and harsh as he fell back against the bed, blood rushing and breathing heavy. It had been far too long since he’d had a woman do that.
“I must say,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair, “you really are quite the overachiever, love.”
“I’m glad I’ve met your approval,” she said as she slowly climbed up his body. He’d rid her of her knickers already, but Ava’s dress was still covering her. That needed to change. Rising to her knees, she unzipped the silk sheath and pulled it over her head. Her bra was the next to go. If he’d taken the time to look at them, Julian might have noticed that her knickers matched the slate blue satin, but the aesthetics of Ava’s underthings were clearly not at the forefront of her companions thoughts that eve. Bending over him again, soft, round breasts grazed the skin of his chest as she pressed her lips to his.
Before she could react, Julian's arms had banded around her waist and he was rolling them over, pinning her pale body beneath his own. There were many things he'd missed whilst away: the touch of a woman, the scent of her skin, and the way his name sounded falling from her lips.
"I'm afraid I must counter your achievements," he murmured against her lips. Breaking the kiss, his green eyes were alight with a dark amusement as he began to slide down her body. She would cry his name before the night was over; multiple times, he was sure.
"Allow me to demonstrate my areas of expertise."
Summary: Reilly sends Julian a welcome home gift. In red.
Glancing up from the deed he’d been looking over, Julian’s brow arched in surprise. Since his return home, he hadn’t entertained any visitors, and very few of his friends knew where his London flat was.
Pushing off the chair, he crossed to the front door and opened it, revealing a sultry redhead standing on the other side. One name crossed his mind, sure that she was responsible for his visitor: Reilly.
“Good evening, Julian,” Ava said with a warm smile, recognizing the man before her from his picture in the Prophet. “I’m Ava. Reilly Chambers thought you might enjoy my company for the evening.”
He inclined his head in greeting. “Good evening, Ava.” Stepping aside, he held the door open for her to enter the flat, gaze sliding down to move over her pert arse. Reilly would no longer warm his bed; they both knew that. And if he couldn’t have her, he could at least spend an unattached evening with a beautiful woman. “May I take your coat?”
Allowing him to assist her, she slipped the garment off, leaving her in a clingy, but not overly showy black dress, with bright red stiletto heels that matched her full lips. “Thank you.”
As Julian hung her coat in the closet, Ava moved to the living room sofa and sat down to wait. She didn’t know much about Julian, so she’d let him take the lead on what was to happen tonight. As she watched him move confidently around his space, she couldn’t help but admire his attractiveness, though.
Reilly had remembered he had an admiration for red heads. It wasn’t surprising; she had a mind like a sieve, and she had often surprised him with things he’d said years prior. This Ava was beautiful. Then again, all of Reilly’s employees were.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked, moving to the sidebar. “Whiskey, scotch, wine?”
“Wine would be lovely,” she said, eyes following him.
Pouring two glasses of the rich red wine he had opened earlier, he took the stems and walked them across to where his companion was waiting. Handing her a glass, his lips twitched as he settled down next to her on the sofa.
Taking a sip of the Cabernet, Ava crossed her long legs and studied her companion over the rim of her glass. With his dark hair and striking green eyes, Julian was a very handsome man. It was a relief that Reilly’s friend in need wasn’t a balding, middle-aged fat man, and no complaints came to mind as she contemplated the likely events of the night.
“I visited Pandora’s Box not long ago. I love the intimate atmosphere. That’s rare in clubs, particularly those with floor shows,” she said conversationally.
“Thank you,” Julian said, taking a sip of his own wine. “That was the atmosphere I was hoping to achieve when I opened it. London was painfully bereft of a burlesque, and I think Pandora’s is filling that void quite nicely.”
“I think you’re right.” Turning toward him on the sofa, Ava rested a hand on his leg. “Is that something you enjoy? Filling voids?”
His lips twitched. Ava didn’t waste time, and he appreciated that. “I’ve been told I have an aptitude for it,” he replied, taking her hand and pulling her into his lap.
“I suspected as much. You look like a man capable of great things.” A slender finger traced the buttons of Julian’s shirt as Ava looked up at him through her lashes.
“Do I?” he queried, one hand sliding up her pale thigh and underneath the hem of her short dress. He ducked his head to trace his nose along her slender neck, inhaling her delicate scent. Teasing, but not really touching.
Ava tipped her head to allow him better access to her neck, enjoying the light touch. “Mmm, yes. You’ve a strong, commanding presence. I don’t imagine very many people can say ‘no’ to you.” It went without saying that she wouldn’t.
“Can you say no to me?” he asked, hand tracing even higher between her legs.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked.
“Can’t imagine why.” But enough of talking. He was tired of talking. Three months without the feeling of a woman’s skin beneath his hands was far too long, much longer than he’d gone in years, and he was of no mind to deny himself a gift as beautiful as Ava. Free hand moving to cup her cheek, he turned her face towards him and pressed his lips against hers.
Leaning into the kiss, Ava’s hand smoothed over Julian’s shoulder to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. When he sought entry to her mouth, her lips parted easily, offering him free reign to taste and explore as he wanted to.
His lips curled against hers as she opened her lips to his mouth. Shifting her on his lap, his hand parted her thighs for his touch, one long finger tracing over her silky knickers.
Ava’s thighs separated, welcoming the touch as a hum of pleasure escaped her. Slowly her fingers worked each button of his shirt, pausing to caress the skin beneath as it was bared to her touch.
He didn’t tease, using two fingers to push her knickers aside and press into her waiting heat. His lips broke from hers to trace across her face and down her neck, trailing down between her pert breasts.
Gasping at the sudden invasion, her eyes fluttered shut as Julian kissed down her chest. “I knew you were a man of action,” she purred, hips rolling into his touch.
“Nice to know,” he murmured between kisses, “I don’t disappoint.” Her knickers, though no doubt lacy and delicate, were in his way, and it took little effort to slip his fingers out of her and wrap the material around them. With the slightest bit of force, he ripped them away from her body and let them fall to the floor.
“I think there’s very little chance of that.” Shifting to kneel over Julian’s lap, Ava pulled his shirt loose and nudged it off his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his bare chest. Her ‘date’ for the evening seemed to want to get down to business. That suited her just fine.
Julian shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the sofa. He had a lovely woman at his disposal, and it had been far too long since he’d had as such. He didn’t want this first time again to be in the living room.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he stood, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Sifting one hand through her silky red hair, he pressed his lips against hers and started to walk them towards the stairs.
Ava let him take her where he pleased, allowing herself to get lost in the heat of his kiss. It was only when he deposited her carefully onto a large bed that she looked around, unsurprised to find her surroundings dark and masculine, luxurious. Smiling in invitation, the redheads gaze was warm. “What can I do for you tonight, Julian? I’d like to treat you.”
“There are many, many things you can do for me, love,” he murmured, crawling up on the bed and caging her body beneath his. “And we’ve all night in which to do them.” Lowering his head, he pressed a line of soft, open kisses to the swell of her breast, heated gaze rolling up to meet hers.
A soft hum of pleasure passed her lips as Julian’s mouth moved, hot across her skin. Her hands caressed his chest, smoothing down his abdomen and then up his back again. She liked the feel of his skin under her hands, all smooth and firm. “You’re gorgeous,” she told him, a slight curl to her lips. “I always enjoy strong men.”
“And I always enjoy beautiful women,” he murmured, trailing kisses up her neck until he’d reached her red lips. “It seems we’ll both enjoy ourselves this evening.”
“If not, I’m not doing my job,” she quipped between kisses. Working his belt, Ava began nibbling her way down Julian’s throat. “I like to think of myself as an overachiever.”
Julian’s lips twitched as his hands slid over the silk covering her pert arse. “Are you?” he queried, voice low in his throat. “Care to show an example?”
Peering up at him, Ava spoke with quiet seriousness. “Anything you want.”
Lips curling in a small smirk, Julian reached down and flicked open the button of his trousers. She was a smart girl, she’d get the idea.
Nudging Julian onto his back, Ava divested him of his trousers and pants, dropping them to the floor before eying him in satisfaction. Slowly, she licked her lips and bent over him, tracing the tip of his proud member with her tongue. Taking him into her mouth, she licked and sucked, each downward stroke taking him deeper.
With a ragged groan, Julian reached down to thread his fingers through her hair. His self-control was already tenuous at best, and it took everything he had not to thrust between those pretty red lips. He did give in to the need to roll his hips slightly, gritting his teeth as the little minx took him in deeper.
Ava felt the tension in his body, knew that he probably hadn’t had occasion to enjoy this kind of activity in quite some time. He was a man in need of relief from the stress that had consumed his life - and she knew just how to give that to him. Speeding her movements, she listened for the telltale catch of breath, waited for the sudden rigidity of his muscles that would signal his impending release. She read the signs of his body and when the time came, Ava took all of him, swallowing around him as the dam burst.
Julian couldn’t help but moan as his hips thrust up into her mouth, his release crashing over him. His breathing was ragged and harsh as he fell back against the bed, blood rushing and breathing heavy. It had been far too long since he’d had a woman do that.
“I must say,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair, “you really are quite the overachiever, love.”
“I’m glad I’ve met your approval,” she said as she slowly climbed up his body. He’d rid her of her knickers already, but Ava’s dress was still covering her. That needed to change. Rising to her knees, she unzipped the silk sheath and pulled it over her head. Her bra was the next to go. If he’d taken the time to look at them, Julian might have noticed that her knickers matched the slate blue satin, but the aesthetics of Ava’s underthings were clearly not at the forefront of her companions thoughts that eve. Bending over him again, soft, round breasts grazed the skin of his chest as she pressed her lips to his.
Before she could react, Julian's arms had banded around her waist and he was rolling them over, pinning her pale body beneath his own. There were many things he'd missed whilst away: the touch of a woman, the scent of her skin, and the way his name sounded falling from her lips.
"I'm afraid I must counter your achievements," he murmured against her lips. Breaking the kiss, his green eyes were alight with a dark amusement as he began to slide down her body. She would cry his name before the night was over; multiple times, he was sure.
"Allow me to demonstrate my areas of expertise."
Summary: Reilly sends Julian a welcome home gift. In red.