Starr destined starr ser.., p.19
Starr Destined (Starr Series), page 19
“You could seek a restraining order,” Jonathan suggested.
“Yeah, right, as if he’s going to play by the rules and pay anything more than lip service to that,” I ranted furiously.
“I know it’s frustrating Liam, but for now we have no option but to sit tight and see how this plays out. We just have to pray to God he’s landed with a crap defence lawyer.”
That was the best solution he could come up with? Trust in the Almighty?
Fuck that.
Time to come up with a backup plan.
***
“What do you think? You can be honest and tell me you hate it,” Sera asked nervously as she led me into the newly decorated and refurbished bedroom. I’d put pressure on Andrew to really push things along, so it was only just over a week since I’d initiated the project.
I’d declined all offers to look at colour swatches and so on, telling Sera I'd rather wait until I could see the finished version. That way, I knew I’d be less tempted to interfere, so I’d managed to stand back and give her free rein to change things. I told myself it was only one spare bedroom after all, and if it made Sera happy, I could live with it, however loud and horrendous it turned out to be. I picked up various hints, something about jewel colours, but I resisted the temptation to suggest something more neutral that I'd be more comfortable with. That would defeat the whole object of the exercise, which was to wipe out the festering memories associated with that room and the fuck buddies Scott Franklin had arranged for me to take my selfish pleasure with in there.
So now I found myself stepping into an alternative universe. One where colour exploded in my face.
The walls were a light but bright turquoise blue, and there were rich emerald green curtains draping the wide picture window. Dominating the room was a large bed, which had a very ornate and unusual twisted silver metal bed head, the like of which I'd never seen before.
The bed cover was made from a contrasting rich, silky, magenta fabric, which had a silver thread shimmering through it.
On one wall was a large abstract painting with swirls and crosses of all the vivid shades Sera had used.
But the thing that really caught my eye, was the large, ornate silver-framed full length mirror, which was hung on the opposite wall to the bed. It had swirling patterns around the edges, which on closer inspection appeared to be feathers - or were they wings - angel wings maybe?
Instead of the light beech wood furniture the room had contained before, there were two walnut bedside tables and a large matching chest of drawers. On here, there were several glass vases in shades of jewel colours to match the room. The sun was glinting on them, casting vivid shafts of colour across the walnut wooden flooring.
I would never have chosen anything like this in a million years, and I knew I should hate such a shocking change.
But somehow, I didn't. Somehow, all these clashing colours worked to make the room seem restful and welcoming. How that was possible, I have no idea, but that’s how it felt.
“Say something, Liam,” Sera prompted. “Anything. You look a bit shell shocked, so any kind of feedback would be appreciated.” She nudged me further into the room, where I saw she’d had some of her photos enlarged and made into canvases to hang on the wall. Places we’d been, where we’d laughed and had fun together. Happy memories. Walks along the river. Strolling around the markets. Simple things, but the best things. Because they were shared memories.
“Well, I like those,” I murmured as I stared at them.
“That’s a good start,” she smiled, obviously relieved that something met with my approval. “Anything else?”
“All of it. I like all of it,” I stated, looking round.
“Liam, you don't have to be polite. I’ve got Andrew on standby to have the room repainted white again - he said it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“No, I mean it. I’m not being polite. If I hated it, I'd say so, but even then I wouldn’t change anything, because you’ve done exactly what I asked for when I gave you free rein to change everything in here. Well, Seraphina Jones, I don't know how you’ve pulled it off, but I actually really like what you’ve done. Maybe because it reminds me of you - it’s vibrant, it’s alive and it’s very different.” I smiled as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She never disappointed, did she? She’d risen to the challenge to eradicate all those old memories, because now it was hard to believe this was actually the same room, as it had such a different vibe to it.
“I’m not sure I believe you, but I’m glad that at least you’re being open minded about these changes,” Sera sighed with apparent relief.
“Where did you get that painting from? Someone you know?” I pointed to the abstract piece of art, thinking she’d done well to find such a perfect piece to go in here. I thought I hated abstract art, but this piece I liked because it just looked right.
“That? It’s nothing special. I just knocked it up myself, because it was the only way I could get exactly what I wanted. And I got my uni friend Sasha, who did a textile course, to make this bed cover from some shot silk fabric she sourced from a great little Asian shop in Southall, when I couldn’t find the exact shade I wanted anywhere else. I really love this colour, and I think it turned out quite well in the end,” Sera explained as she fingered the fabric lovingly.
“It’s certainly very… bright,” I commented.
“And how about the wooden flooring? Do you like it?” she queried, as she circled her foot on the wooden surface.
“Umm, yes, I suppose so. I’ve always had carpet in the bedroom, but I suppose this could work.” I could always get carpet put down again if I found it too cold, I thought to myself.
“I wanted to get that chaise longue thing of yours back in here - you know, the one I saw them shifting out, but Andrew was a bit funny about it. He told me it was a Tantra chair, but when I asked him what that was, he got all embarrassed and told me to Google it. So I did. Liam, why did you get rid of that special sex chair? It looked like it could be a lot of fun.”
Sera smirked as she looked up at me through her long dark lashes, and I couldn’t help laughing at the thought of poor Andrew’s awkwardness. But it was his own fault - if he’d had everything moved out before we got back as he’d been supposed to, Sera wouldn’t have seen it to start asking awkward questions. Knowing her fiery and jealous nature, I hadn't wanted to risk upsetting her, thinking she’d hate seeing something I'd used with a previous partner. But it seemed I needn’t have worried, and she was absolutely right - we could have some amazing sex on a Tantra chair if she was up for it.
“Angel, we can get a brand new Tantra chair for us to try out if you really want, but no way am I keeping anything that was used in here before. I told you - this is all about a fresh start. You can have whatever you choose in here, but I don't want any old baggage. And anyway, I don't think we really need any gimmicks and toys, do we?”
I leant down to kiss her cheek.
“No, but you have to remember that you might have tried all these things out before, but I haven’t, and I want us to always have fun in the bedroom - or any other room we choose, come to that.” Sera slid her arms around my waist, and stood on tiptoe to kiss me.
“It’ll never get stale and boring between us, Sera. Never. But I’m always happy to try anything you want with me, and I'm happy to push your limits - to a degree. But I’ll never try to shock you the way I did before. I’m so sorry about that, sorry that I made your nightmares worse…”
“Liam, we’ve been over this. You did nothing wrong, and I'm glad you acted the way you did, because your shock tactics helped prepare me for what happened and actually made it less of a shock.” She stood on her tiptoes again to kiss my lips. “So stop with the constant guilt trip. Get over it - I have.”
I just wished I could believe her, but at least the decorating project had hopefully served as a welcome distraction.
“So, can I tell you what my favourite thing in here is?” Sera tightened her hold around my waist as she leaned in to softly kiss my chest where I’d undone a couple of shirt buttons.
“Uh-huh,” I murmured as I closed my eyes. I’d held back from any kind of love making since the club incident, determined to let Sera decide when she was ready, but now I was finding her subtle kisses very provocative. Her hair was just under my nose, and fuck she smelled so good.
“The mirror. But I need your help to test out if I’ve positioned it correctly,” she whispered, as she glanced sideways at the huge mirror, while she undid the rest of my buttons and then pushed my shirt down over my arms.
“I see. Well, I’m yours to command, Angel. You just say what you want from me.” I caught her eye in the reflection where we stared at each other and then smiled. I think I understood what she was up to, and I was more than happy to play along.
I watched in the mirror as she undid my trousers so they slid down for me to step out, then quickly shucked my shoes and socks off with a little help from her. I saw her grin as she stroked my erection through my boxers.
“Quite keen are we?” she teased.
I groaned as I watched her reflection stroking my aching length, and then cupping my balls.
“You could say that, but don't feel that you have to…”
“Trust me, I'm not doing anything I don't want to. I really want you, I need you. And this way, it’s all under control because I get to see what’s going on, as well as feeling it,” she murmured, as she moved me round slightly. “There, that’s better. Now that’s a perfect view.”
Next, Sera slid off the dress she was wearing, undid her bra and let it fall to the floor, then shimmied her lace thong down as she kicked her shoes off. A wicked little smiled played on her face when she was finally stood naked in front of me, and when she dropped to her knees and started pulling my boxers down, I realised what her intentions were.
“Christ! No, Sera, get up. I know how you feel about going down on me…” I tried to get her back on her feet again, worried that she was pushing herself too hard, just to please me.
“Don’t you get it, Liam? Tonight is all about me taking back control. I know you’ve been holding back, scared of upsetting me after what happened, but I’m not going to let Scott spoil what we have. That’s why I wanted this mirror, so I can see everything we do to each other, watch your face, see your body entwining with mine. Nothing hidden, no secrets, just us, loving each other, pleasuring each other, creating pictures to replace those other horrid images. So please, just relax and help me create some new sexy and erotic memories of us to carry round in my head instead.”
Well, when she put it like that, I understood exactly where she was coming from, so I relaxed and let her carry on.
She looked up at me from where she was kneeling. She took hold of my cock, and gently lapped at my tip with sweet little licks, then slowly took me into her mouth, letting her lips slide down my length. Then she sucked, engulfing my cock in the softness of her warm, wet mouth, all the while watching what she was doing in the mirror.
“Fuck!” I groaned, as I put my hand out to support myself against the wall, my knees literally buckling at the sensory overload. It was so fucking erotic, a fantasy come true, seeing her lips wrapped round my cock.
She let one hand wander down to play with my balls, while she fisted the other around the base of my cock. Then she bobbed her head up and down on me, letting me slip in and out of her wonderful mouth, making these great sexy, sloppy noises.
“Sweet, Jesus, Sera.” I grabbed her head, trying to hold back and not force her to take more of me that she could handle.
I felt the tip of her tongue swirling around, teasing me, before she suddenly sucked me really hard. I felt my control slipping away, losing myself in the moment as the waves of sensation rolled over me.
“That’s it. Suck me off. That’s the best bit. Suck me real hard. Take me. All the way.
She grinned up at me, obviously loving the dirty talk, turned on because I was turned on, turning me on even more. She tipped her head back to take me deeper, sucking me and rolling her tongue around me, as her mouth made sweet love to my cock.
But it felt so fucking fantastic that I knew I was about to go over the edge. Finding one last piece of control, I tried to pull back.
“Angel, I’m gonna come…”
But she wouldn’t let me go, grabbing my backside to hold me in place as she locked eyes with me, so I could see she was fine, that in fact she was more than fine with this, that she was fucking loving making me lose control.
To prove it, she sucked my cock harder, taking me in even deeper.
That was it. The last shred of my control evaporated. I exploded and spurted my release down her throat as I closed my eyes and gripped her head tightly.
“Fuck. Yes!”
She carried on licking and sucking, pushing me on and on into an extended orgasm, wringing every last little drop out of me.
Finally, I was finished, and I let myself slide down onto the floor next to her, where I sat with my eyes closed, panting and recovering for a few minutes.
“Are you okay?” I finally turned to her as I put my arm around her.
“Hell, yes!” she grinned at me. “That was fun. Was it okay for you?”
“Hell, yes!” I echoed back. “I think we can safely say, Miss Jones, that you have definitely mastered the art of fellatio. That was pretty amazing. Now it’s only fair I should return the favour and practice my cunnilingus skills on you.”
“I was hoping you might say that,” she smiled back.
I’ve always loved going down on a woman, having the freedom to concentrate purely on her pleasure, having the ultimate control over her orgasm. Before I met Seraphina, my reputation as a highly skilled lover meant I never had a problem in acquiring my next fuck buddy. Now all I wanted was to use those skills to give my sweet girl more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed possible, because that’s what she deserved.
I lifted her up on to the end of the bed, making sure she could watch what I was going to do in the mirror, now I knew she really got off on this. I knelt down and lifted her legs over my shoulders.
“I love what you’ve done here,” I whispered, admiring the neat strip of hair that adorned her sweet little pussy these days.
“Glad you approve. I didn't like being totally nude down there. Didn't seem right somehow,” she laughed, and I was happy she was nowhere near as shy as she had been about letting me look at her.
“I think I need to examine you more closely though,” I murmured as I kissed my way up the soft skin of her inner thighs, and then ran my lips over her soft pussy lips, before lightly licking her, making her moan softly in anticipation.
She smelt amazing. Musky and sexy and feminine.
I gently parted those soft lips with my fingers to expose her more fully, then lathed her clitoris lovingly with my tongue.
“Mm, yes.” She threw her head back, and clutched at the sheet beneath her. I knew she found this incredibly intensive so I kept my touch light, but I wanted to push her higher.
When I gently sucked her sensitive little nub, she tried to buck her hips away, but I held her down.
“Oh God, Liam. It’s too much,” she cried out.
“Just relax, and trust me Angel. I’m going to make it so good for you.”
I lightly swirled my tongue over her clit, but stopped when she gripped and really pulled my hair tightly.
“I said relax, Sera. I’d prefer to keep my hair, if you don't mind.”
“Sorry. I am trying to relax. Honest.” She let go of my hair, took a deep breath and let herself go limp again.
“That’s more like it. Just lie back and watch me pleasuring you in the mirror.”
I slowly started kissing her clitoris again, gently building up the pressure by slipping a finger inside to stroke her too. As I sucked and nibbled and licked and stroked her, she moaned and writhed under my touch, but I held her still. I teased and encouraged her, backing off each time she got near to climaxing, only to start building her up again.
“That feels so good, Liam,” she moaned, her hips moving in synch with my finger stroking inside her.
More, she needed more. I pushed her higher still. I gently sucked her clitoris into my mouth, then used my tongue. Up and down. Softly circling. Back and forth. Tiny little licks.
I pushed her to the very edge and then finally over, as she convulsed in the throes of her orgasm.
I watched her beautiful face until she finally came down, opened her eyes, and slowly smiled at me.
“Good?” I got up and came round to lie next to her on the bed, gathering her up in my arms.
“Good.” she confirmed with a happy smile.
“Only good?”
“You know it was more than good, Liam. You know you’re an incredible lover. I just don't want you to get big headed. But I am a very lucky girl.”
“And I’m a very lucky guy,” I smiled at her reflection as we spooned together on the bed. “I do like that mirror - where did you find it?”
“Portobello Market, when Abbey and I went last week. I knew it would be just perfect, so I told Andrew about it, and he arranged to collect it,” Sera explained, as she ran her fingertips lightly up and down my arm. I remembered how she’d been adamant about having a girly day with Abbey to cheer her up because of Toby leaving, while I’d spent time with Jamie before he left.
“So you really do like it?”
“What do you think?” I smirked back at her reflection.
Sera’s determination not to let Scott affect us had pushed her to another level with me, and I couldn’t have been happier about it. She’d drawn on some inner strength to come out fighting and she’d won - and in the process, so had I. Every time I thought it impossible to love her any more than I already did, I was proved wrong. My love for Seraphina just got deeper and stronger all the time.
“So, next week, I think you should resume your usual business trips,” she stated firmly, out of the blue.
“What? Why? Are you trying to get rid of me or something?” I frowned.
