Isabela watched as the water filled the large marble tub, forming big whorls, the scent of an expensive bathing oil filling the air. Almond, if she wasn't mistaken, with a hint of cinnamon and cloves. Very suitable for the season. She felt a smile tugging at her mouth. So far, she was very pleased with how this Christmas party had turned out.

It wasn't what she had expected at the start of it, to be sure. She'd arrived at the party without any plan for the night, except to have a good time. Isabela wasn't particularly interested in hooking up with any of her colleagues, and most of them were in serious relationships anyway. She'd spent a few nights with Zevran a while back, and it had been enjoyable enough, but he had obviously developed other interests. For a moment, she allowed herself to speculate on how far he'd gotten with Alistair. Well, she had her ways of finding out…

She glanced surreptitiously at Duncan, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching her, just as unconcerned about his nudity as she was. Fortunately, he had managed to wash most of the dye out of his beard, so it was almost back to its natural shiny black. He had such a striking face, with a hawk-like nose and full, sensual lips. There was something calm and strong about his expression, yet his dark eyes were full of fire. Yes, Duncan was a very attractive man, there was no denying it.

His body looked good, too, his skin dark and smooth, the muscles on his chest and stomach firm and taut. And he had such a beautiful cock, long and thick and slightly curved, a bit darker at the base. No longer hard, of course, after their earlier exertions - but still heavy against his thigh, twitching slightly when he caught her looking. Gorgeous.

"Isabela." Sauntering over, he dropped to his knees behind her, flinching only briefly at the hardness of the tiles. Leaning over her, he breathed a quick kiss on her shoulder, then proceeded to nibble along her collarbone. She closed her eyes in bliss and took both of his hands in hers, moulding them around her breasts. He had nice hands, cool and firm, and she could feel the strength in his long, flexible fingers. Oh yes, she had quite a few ideas for his hands...

Duncan traced the outline of her nipples with his fingertips, then pinched and tugged them ever so slightly until they were standing proudly at attention. "Ah, Isabela. I think I could worship your breasts for hours." His voice was a caress against her ear, dark and honeyed. "Would you like that? You're made to be worshipped, you know. If you let me, I'll do my best to please you, any way you want it, for as long as you want it." His breath was hot against her skin. "I promise I won't stop until you're completely and utterly sated, until you're sore and hoarse from screaming."

She whined impatiently at his words, and he chuckled. "Tell you what? We can have some fun in the bath first, and then I'll gladly take care of you."

And I'll gladly let you. Isabela forced herself to relax and enjoy the anticipation. We have plenty of time, after all. It would probably take a while until he was up for more, but it seemed he wasn't going to neglect her needs in the meantime. So many men were focused on nothing but getting off themselves. It was a pleasant change, and she intended to make the most of it.

They both fit nicely in the tub, with enough room to manoeuvre, so she could run her foot playfully up his thigh. He caught it with a laugh and began to massage the sole with just the right amount of pressure. It was extraordinary pleasant and relaxing, a warm, tingling stream traveling from the points he touched all the way to her neck, her back, her shoulders, her stomach. She moaned softly as she felt the tension drain from her body, drawing another deep, rich chuckle from his throat.

"That's quite the luxury treatment." She gazed at him from under her long lashes, unable to resist teasing him a little in turn. "Amazing sex, professional massages… Are you always this considerate, even if it's just a one-night stand?"

"Amazing sex? You think that was amazing? Honey, we've only just started." He scoffed at her words, but there was a definite twinkle in his eyes. "Besides, this doesn't necessarily have to be 'just a one-night stand'."

"Oh?" She raised an astonished eyebrow, doing her best to hide the heady rush of arousal that raced up her spine when his lips locked around her big toe and he sucked hard. "I'm not looking for a relationship, Duncan." She made a little moue of distaste. "Far too much work."

He let go of her toe and directed his attention at her other foot, resuming the massage. "Neither am I, don't worry. But I wouldn't be averse to a repeat performance, the next time I'm in town. If you're interested."

Isabela pretended to ponder his suggestion, even though her heart was already beating faster at the thought of having more of this. "I might be… No strings attached, though." She pressed her lips together in a firm line, fighting back another loud moan.

"None whatsoever," he confirmed earnestly, pulling her into his lap and swivelling her around in one smooth move, so she faced away from him and could lean against his broad chest. "You do what pleases you, and I hope that includes me."

Isabela couldn't help but laugh at his words. The last of the tension disappeared as he cupped her breasts again, then let one of his hands trail lower to part her legs with a sure touch. He kept whispering in her ear as he caressed her, kept telling her how he meant to have her and how good it would feel. She writhed in his arms, unsure of what excited her more: his voice and the pictures he painted with it, or his hands, skilled and patient. He made her come again like this, then gathered her up in his arms and took her to the bed, where he put his tongue to work.

This time, she actually lost track of how often she climaxed, because he simply refused to let her come down, just kept licking and sucking, ignoring her cries for mercy. When he finally thrust inside her again, she was so sensitive that it almost hurt, and yet it felt so mind-blowingly good, that thick, hard length invading her, filling her, rubbing against every sweet spot inside her. And he went on forever, patient and insistent, tormenting her, pleasuring as no other man had done before, until she actually blacked out for a moment, too overcome to scream.

Isabela couldn't have said when he finished, though she thought she heard him cry out at some point, and when he eventually stretched out next to her, he looked heavy, relaxed and sated. She was still struggling for breath, and actually a little embarrassed because he had made her lose control so completely. Normally, she liked to be in charge, having a man at her mercy, a slave to his passion. It irked her that she had let him reverse the roles, albeit temporarily. But, I will get back at you, you smug bastard. Next time…

And there would be a next time. She wasn't done with him yet. Not even remotely. As if he'd read her thoughts, he turned to face her, brushing a kiss against her cheek. "So… I'll be back on the fifteenth. Any plans for that night?"

"I never plan that far ahead," she quipped, but when his lips wandered lower, nipping the soft skin of her throat, she relented. "I'm pretty sure I'll be able to make time for you, though."

"I'd appreciate that." She felt him smile against her skin. "And I'll be looking forward to our next… encounter."

"Me, too." She buried her fingers in his thick, dark hair, tugging slightly, and relishing his answering moan. Very much so, in fact.

Huge hugs and thanks to suilven. :)