Clara squirmed under the discomfort, fully aware of everything. Their scents mingled together, body pressed closed, his muscled chest to her plump breasts, his cock sheathed inside her tight no longer virgin pussy.
Xander groaned in agony, holding himself still, careful not to make any movement that could hurt Clara. He landed soft kisses on her angelic face, murmuring reassuring words.
When he felt Clara had loosened her before stiff body into a more relax state, accustomed to his cock inside her body, then he slowly moved.
"I'm sorry, Clara.." He withdrew a little.
"But I couldn't stop now." He gritted his teeth, plunged deep again.
Clara mewled softly, her hand clenching the white silk sheets, but the discomfort slowly disappeared. It turned to that pleasurable feeling that she felt before when Xander played with her nub.
She moaned at each thrusts, Xander had began a slow piston in and out, his cock gliding easily around her tight walls of pussy.
Clara stared at the handsome man that stole her virginity, as the man sped up, harder and faster. She couldn't help herself but lifted her hips, blood rushing, to accept him deeper.
Xander praised her, "Good girl. You are so wet Clara." He rasped.
"Oh Xander! Slow down a little!" She pleaded.
"I can't.. little mouse." His voice grated as he slammed his groin with uneven pace.
His hand sneaked down between their body, rubbing her little stiff nub, Clara wailed with pleasure and arched her back.
Her mouth made a little "o".
Confusion and pleasure waring on her big hazel eyes, their gazes locked to each other, time stood still.
"Xander what are you doing to me?" Clara asked while her hips lifted uncontrollaby.
Xander watched her expression from pleasure hooded eyes, to confusement battling with lust, cherry lips moaned seductively.
"Let it go, Clara. Let it go.." He grunted, wanting to hold back before she found hers.
Like a good girl she was, she came apart under him.
Pride swelled inside his heart, Xander could finally conquered this beautiful woman. Had her under him, and even got to be the first man to bed her.
Clara cried out when she ride to the top of her pleasure then came crashing down to the deepest abyss.
Xander growled above her when her tightness clenching his hard cock, emptying his seed inside Clara. His hands gripping her hips possesively, reddening her skin, leaving his mark there.
After that they laid on the bed in blissful with Clara's head on his shoulder, while Xander playing with her long hair.
He made her confused. He could be ruthless one minute, and gentle the next minute. Right now, she felt they were close to each other more than ever.
Not just their bodies, but their souls.
Her finger dancing on Xander's chest, made a round shape, triangle, X and C shape. She glanced up at him, his eyes shutted down, and quietly drew a heart shape on his chest.
"Thank you for giving me your first time, Clara." Xander said, opening one of his eye to look down at the beautiful lady in his embrace.
With a secret smile still dancing on her lips, her cheeks reddened at the reminder.
"Don't be so full of yourself, Xander. I bet I'm not the first woman to give you their precious thing." Clara slapped his chest playfully.
"Then you will lose. Because you are my first." Xander gazed at her with serious face.
Clara laughed in disbelief, "No way! The mighty Mr. X…" Then she laughed some more.
"It's true Clara. What kind of woman still hold their virginity at your age? And to consider you work at that kind of environment, it was hard to believe." He blurted.
His hand still petting her head with tender strokes, "Somehow you are pure. I thought you can't say the same with your friends. You guys were wild back then."
His eyes turned dark, his mind elsewhere.
Clara got up and leaned her body to the side, with that distraction, he saw her perky bare breasts clearly. The shy mouse was gone. Xander chuckled and tweaked her little rosy nipple.
She slapped his hand away, "Xander, seriously. Isn't it about time you told me what is this about?" She asked with no-nonsense tone.
"Clara, seriously. I couldn't think of anything but have your body under me. Do you care for round two?" He grinned that boyish grin, made her heart flipped.
Then her questions were swept under the rug from his passionate love-making until dawn.
***
Clara forgot her previous mental note.
{Gathering the clothes, including bra and underwear, that scattered all around the floor}
When she blinked open her eyes, shielding the glaring sun with her arms, she found her side of the bed empty.
Empty from the hard muscular man that gave her unending pleasure last night. A smile appeared on her lips.
Gemma was bending, picking up her clothes from the floor when she noticed Clara had awaken.
"Good afternoon, miss. Have a good sleep?" Gemma gave her a warm smile.
Clara, her face turned red, suddenly remember her failed task.
Oh God!
She was embarrassed because now Gemma knew!
Clara had slept with her employer.
Gemma placed a silk in peach color bathrobe on the bed, Clara hurriedly wear it. When she was about to tie the belt, Gemma glanced at the bed.
Gemma raised the bedcover to make the bed when she noticed small stains of bright red blood on the white sheets.
To top it all, Xander suddenly walked in the bedroom with his working suit, dashingly handsome and fresh from bath.
Gemma quickly excused herself, leaving her chores behind.
Accutely aware how awkward the situations, with that bloody stains on the sheets, Clara yanked and folded it hastily.
"Morning, Xander." She was still folding the wide sheets.
Shuddering a little under his silent treatment, she noticed that Xander stared at her for a long time.
"Why didn't you wake me? It's almost noon and I'm famished — is there anything to eat? Probably Noah is on his way to deliver my tray. I wonder what he will gave me today." She found herself chattering.
Then Xander grab her right hand in his, stopping her nervous gesture, raised her arms in line with his face.
The metal bracelet glinted in the sunlight.
"The bedsheet is the proof that I took your purity last night. Maybe I should cut the blood stained sheet, glass-framed it and after that, hang it on the wall for everyone to see."
Clara gasped loudly, she tried to yank her hand back, but Xander tightened his hold, hurting her.
He said with frosty tone, "You are mine, Clara Anastasia."
His property,
His plaything,
Nothing more.
Jessica's voice rang clear on her ear. How could she forget that cruel remarks?
With that engraved metal bracelet on her wrist, she'd been foolish enough to forget what she was to him. When she was panting and moaning under him, Xander must be laughing inside.
It burned once again, her wrist was on fire, then he let go of her without any trace of softness from last night.
She let out a small whimper when he left her there, his cold back to her and slammed the door.
Clara crumpled to the floor in her peach bathrobe, fisted hands on the floor. A single tear dropped on the metal bracelet.
{AXH's Property}
An engraved bracelet as her reminder.
*** End of Chapter 11 ***