Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember - Sex Stories

Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember

... spent most of the dinner discussing the Allure of Hypnos, his other work and erotic literature while taking small bites of food. I hardly registered what I was eating since my mind was engulfed by the conversation. To my relief we didn't end up discussing the trends set by E.L. James' work, that evening was way too magnificent to spoil it. The sweet taste of champagne completely stripped me off whatever inhibitions were left in my dizzy brain. When was the last time I was so open with anyone about what I wanted and needed, about my real thoughts and fantasies? Probably never. As the staff brought our dessert, a chocolate fountain with a set of the biggest strawberries I've ever had laid my eyes on, there was some short moment of silence in which Cristophe was studying me carefully. His dark eyes were undressing me and reading my thoughts that were an open book to him. And wasn't I ready to spill the content for him. When we were alone once again he finally spoke. "Sophie, you impressed me very much indeed. You have passion, intelligence and conviction. I'm sure your work would be immaculate... But... You must understand how important is for my editor to be a kindred spirit. I have to be absolutely confident that what you shared with me tonight is the truth and that you don't use the beauty of the language to cover yourself. Are you willing to let me take control, to guide you through my world?" He noticed my look of surprise. "Nothing will happen without your consent. ...

... Violence and abuse have very little to do with passion in my book. You can interrupt it any time you want and I won't hold it against you. Yet, I think you do want to let go. Isn't that what you hoped for this entire evening?" Oh, how well you know me, Cristophe, I thought as I stared at his masked face. Did he really need to ask me? My behavior was extremely unprofessional. On the other hand, hasn't Connor ordered me to use every asset of mine to allure the writer? I wasn't about to start hesitating and over thinking, I couldn't stop in the middle of the road so I just laid my hands on the table and looked at him straight in the eyes uttering those words in a voice that felt so foreign to me. "Be my master tonight, Cristophe. Work your magic on my senses and I'll follow you like a dutiful apprentice." His lips curved in a smile as he rose himself from his seat and leaned against the table. "Very good, Sophie. But I wouldn't want you to be too dutiful. It's important that you are as free in your behavior as you can be so we would reveal the natural woman in you." He placed his fist under his chin and regarded me with a serious expression. "This is a lovely dress. But I think we both want you to get your beautiful body exposed. Get up very slowly and strip. Then stand still, with your legs apart, your back straight and your hands away from your hips. I want to take a good look at you." His voice was quiet but the words affected me like a drug. I followed his orders obediently, the ...