Make Me Believe Ch. 02

Ireland was far more beautiful than Liana had imagined. She stared out the window at the rolling hills as the taxi moved smoothly along the narrow road. They had landed in Dublin but Desmond's home was two hours outside of the massive city. It had taken some time, and a bit of bribery, to convince a taxi driver to take their fare. She could feel Desmond's eyes on her. She self-consciously ran a hand through her thick blond hair, wishing he had let her pull it back into a braid today instead of leaving it thick and hanging. It wasn't that she didn't like her hair; it simply fell in to her face and hid her blue eyes all the time when it was loose.

She looked at herself in the reflection of the window. Her skin was somewhat pale; she'd never been one to tan and her skin didn't seem to have that natural brownness to it that she envied in other girls. (Desmond promised that she had gorgeous skin. She didn't necessarily believe him.) Her eyes were bright and a lovely shade of blue; her contacts helping her see everything. Liana had terrible eyesight. She only stood at 5'7" but didn't mind the somewhat average height. Long athletic legs and being three inches under six foot allowed her to wear fabulous heels and sexy skirts every once in a while to show off. She didn't look like any runway model. There were curves on this girl. (Desmond swore up and down that she was sexier than Heidi Klum.) If she was to be truly honest, she liked her full breasts and curvy hips much better than the once super skinny girl she was back in high school. She was prettier now.

"I hope my house doesn't disappoint you," Desmond said, "I inherited it from my parents who passed away two years ago. My sister promised to keep an eye on it and I hired a gardener to take care of the lawn but I'm not sure what it looks like." Liana smiled and placed her hand on top of his.

"I'm sure it's perfect," she said. He grinned, pleased with this response and leaned back into the sit. For the millionth time since he became her boyfriend (now husband), Liana wondered how in the world she had managed to claim this amazing man.

"What was that address again?"

"Eight Strand Court," Desmond said, leaning over Liana to look out the window. It was an unnecessary move but she didn't complain, breathing in his scent and savoring it.

"Here ya are folks," the cabbie said, turning around in his seat.

Liana stepped out of the cab while Desmond figured out the fare. They were on a quiet road, rolling hills around them with a few houses dotting the horizon. It almost seemed as if they were in an entirely different world.



She heard Desmond get out of the cab and fetch the bags before the taxi drove off. Liana couldn't help but look at the house that sat sleepily before her. A worn wooden fence surrounding the front yard, melting into the hedges that lined the road. The gate was ajar, inviting someone to walk up the smooth cobblestone path that led to the front door. The house was surprisingly large, two stories with an attic and a beautiful porch that appeared to wrap around the entire house. It was painted a pale cream color with dark brown accents with rose bushes planted close to the stairs and porch. The porch had a matching wood fence surrounding it and Liana could see several rocking chairs sitting empty.

"Go ahead in. The door should be unlocked," Desmond said, watching Liana with amusement. Liana looked over her shoulder and grinned before pushing the gate fully open and walking through the yard. She had pictured so many different looking houses, so many different yards but none of them were as beautiful as the home she was to reside in now.

Carefully, slowly, she opened the front door which was unlocked like Desmond had said. The front door led to a warm hallway which extended to the back of the house and what looked like a kitchen. Stairs were tucked neatly in the right hand side of the hall, leading upstairs. To Liana's left was a dining room and to the right a living room. She went into the living room, admiring the streamlined furniture. It looked like something out of an Ikea magazine almost. She sat on the couch, lounging on it like a Greek goddess.

"Do you like my parent's taste?" Desmond asked, sliding several suitcases into the front hall.

"It's gorgeous," Liana whispered, standing up and wandering into what appeared to be a den. The den had dark wood paneling and didn't connect to the kitchen like she had thought. Bookshelves lined all four walls, stocked thoroughly with novels of all sorts. She left that room and went to the kitchen.

"My mother liked to cook," Desmond said, as if that explained the elaborate setup of the kitchen. Liana supposed it did.

"Would you like to go upstairs?" Desmond asked, offering his hand. Liana smiled and took his warm hand. He led her back to the front hall and up the stairs. It was a four bedroom house with two and half baths. The master bedroom was warm and inviting with a bit of a masculine touch in the ornate oak bed.

"This is our room, I suppose," Desmond said, leaning against the doorframe. Liana peeked into the closet (a walk in!) and the bathroom (was that a Jacuzzi she saw?) before returning to Desmond and kissing him sweetly.

"Come on," he said, obviously amused with her pleasure of seeing the house. He showed her the other bedrooms, one of them apparently his from when he was younger, another one his sister's. One was crammed full of more books, the result of mostly him although his sister contributed.

"And this used to be the guest room, but I was thinking it would be our 'play' room," he said, opening the door to the room that was tucked in the corner all the way at the end of the hallway. Liana stuck her head in and looked around the room. It was fairly bare but the backside of the wall, which she presumed was also the back of the house, was nothing but windows. Curtains framed it but could easily be pulled back so that any person in the backyard could look in and watch any movement.

"Um," she paused, looking at him, unsure what to say.

He grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, "We could switch the master bedroom and the play room around if you'd like." She nuzzled his neck, kissing him in appreciation.

"I think I'd like that better," she murmured.

"Good," he growled. His lips somehow managed to find hers and Liana suddenly found herself pressed against a wall. Desmond pressed his full body against her, leaning down slightly to kiss her hotly. His tongue snaked into her mouth, making her moan as he thoroughly kissed her. One of his hands crept into her hair, the other straight down the front of her blue jeans. She squeaked and jumped as his fingers slid through her slick folds, although she began to moan, thrusting eagerly against his hand as he began to fuck her slowly with two fingers.

"Cum for me, my pet," he growled, dropping his lips to suck hungrily at her throat. There were going to be marks. She bucked as he slid a finger into her hole, mewling as he added two more. Liana thrust against his thumb, grinding her clit into his finger. Oh God, she was so close, so close.

"Cum for me," Desmond growled again, low and deep in his throat as his other hand began to caress her breast through her t-shirt. Liana strived to obey, throwing herself into the sensations of being hand fucked. Sweat broke out on her face, dampening her shirt. Suddenly, she curled forward, moaning loudly nonsensical words and shuddering onto Desmond's hand. Her nails dug into his skin as she gripped his shoulders, trying to remain upright. Teeth sunk into her neck, making her cry out as her orgasm lengthened. He was still thrusting his fingers into her furiously, making her pant and arch into him once more as she came again.

"Good girl," he purred, nipping at the hollow of her throat as she began to come down from the pleasure although his fingers still wiggled within her. Her chest heaved with her breathing as she leaned back against the wall.

Desmond pulled his hand out of her pants and pressed his fingers to her lips, "Suck them clean. I don't want your slut juice on my fingers all day." Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sound of his filthy words, her blood still pumping from the double orgasm. She obeyed, sucking his three fingers into her mouth easily. Liana rolled her tongue, licking and sucking her cum off of his fingers until he was satisfied. God, she tasted delicious.

"Good girl," he murmured again, kissing her hotly again and making her want to do unspeakable things to please her master. Her hands went to his pants but he pushed her away.

He chuckled, "Not now, my pet, not now. I have some things to go over with you if you're going to be a proper slut and obey your Master. Come." Desmond walked away and down the stairs, leaving Liana to follow as soon as she could walk.