Chapter Thirty-One
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I smile at the post. Skye looks radiant.
And she did it for me.
She arrives at my apartment a few minutes later.
She’s wearing a khaki green mini-dress that would work for a night on the town or a casual dinner party. It brings out subtle gold flecks in her gorgeous eyes. Her silky hair is down, its waves flouncing over her shoulders.
“You look beautiful,” I say, once Christopher and the rest of his staff have made themselves scarce.
“Thank you. So do you.”
Hardly. I’m in faded jeans and a light blue button-down. I haven’t even put on any shoes. Easier to get my pants off when the time comes. My hair is still slightly damp from the shower.
She smiles.
“As beautiful as you are, though”—I stare at her nipples hardening through the fabric of her dress—“you’re going to have to take your clothes off.”
She looks around. We’re standing in the middle of the foyer, and with my open floor plan, pretty much anyone in the living room, kitchen, or dining room can see us. If anyone were here.
“No one will see you but me,” I say. “Now, do as I tell you.”
She nods, trembling, and slips out of her sandals. She slides the straps of the dress over her shoulders and shimmies out of it. She stands now only in a strapless bra and thong. Damn. Her nipples are even harder now.
My jaw tightens, and a low growl emerges from my throat. “All of it.”
She inhales. We’re having Italian. “Do you want me to eat naked?”
“Absolutely,” I say.
She parts her lips.
I suck in a breath. “That mouth.”
Her nipples push against the satin of her bra. She reaches around, unhooks it, and lets it drop to the floor.
I suck in another breath. “Fuck. Those tits, Skye.”
She slides her finger under the tiny waistband of her thong and pushes it over her hips and ass, letting it fall next to her bra.
No one’s here. No one except Skye and me. But she doesn’t know that. As far as she’s concerned, anyone could walk in.
Already I know the thought excites her. She has slight exhibitionist tendencies. I found that out when I fucked her in my office in front of the open window—before she knew the windows were tinted and no one could see in.
I don’t want anyone laying eyes on what’s mine.
“I suppose you’ll remain dressed?” she says.
I have to hold back a smile. “We’ll see. Follow me.”
She hastily grabs her clothes, and I lead her to the kitchen.
She inhales again.
“Lean on the island,” I say. “Put your hands flat on the counter.”
She obeys, sucking in a breath. The marble is no doubt cold against her naked flesh. She lays her hands flat as I instructed.
I trail my fingers over the cheeks of her ass. Peaches and cream. So gorgeous. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Skye.”
God, my cock is so ready. So ready to slide inside that tightness. I could take her right here, right now, right in the kitchen. Her legs quiver, but she holds still, keeping her hands flat.
I move my hands between the crease of her ass. “Are you as hungry as I am?” I growl.
“Yes,” she says softly.
“For food? Or for something else?”
“Both?” She clears her throat. “Both,” she says again, firmly this time.
“Then I’ll feed you,” I say.
She nods.
“But first…” I kneel, eye level to her ass.
“Oh!” She jerks as I slide my tongue between her ass cheeks.
“Easy.” I grip her hips. “I need to prepare you for what’s coming.”
I continue to lick her, gliding my tongue against her most intimate flesh. She leans forward and gasps when her breasts hit the chill of the marble.
“Easy,” I say again against her ass. “Such a gorgeous ass, Skye. I can’t wait to fuck you here.”
“Wh-What’s stopping you?”
Oh, she’s good. Trying to be a good little sub. But if I rammed my huge dick into her right now, she’d feel nothing but pain.
“You are,” I say. “You’re not ready. But you will be. Hold still now.”
I take a small tube of lube out of my pocket, slide it over my fingers, and then gently push one into her.
“Oh!”
I probe her with slick fingers. Fuck, she’s tight. Just the thought of those walls clenching around my cock…
Before I slip further into oblivion, I retrieve the anal plug from my pocket.
“I’m going to put the plug in you,” I say. “You’ll wear it during dinner. It will help for later.”
She nods.
The stainless steel isn’t cold this time. I warmed it in my hands. It probes her tight rim.
“Relax,” I say. “Breathe in and then out.”
She complies, and as her breath flows out of her nose and mouth, I insert the plug.
I pull her up and away from the counter and toward me. “Do you know what it’s going to do to me, knowing you’re wearing that plug while we eat dinner?”
“The same thing it did to you during your meeting while I was with Eugenie in New York?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” My voice has a rasp to it. “That day, all I could think of was you sitting at Susanne Corporate with your sweet little ass filled. Filled with the plug I put there. You didn’t know yet, but I did, where we were going that evening. I was hard all day. All fucking day, Skye.”
“So was I.” She lets out an embarrassed giggle. “I mean, I was turned on all day, during my meeting and all.”
“I know. That was my plan. I want you turned on while we eat our dinner.” I take her hand and lead it to my erection. “I’m hard as a rock already. So ready to stuff my cock inside that tight little asshole of yours.”
A soft moan echoes from her throat.
“But first, we eat. Don’t eat too much. I want you to have energy, but not to feel full. I don’t want you uncomfortable in any way tonight.”
“All right. It smells divine. What are we having?”
“Something simple. Lasagna. We’ll each eat a small portion, and there will be plenty of leftovers if we’re hungry afterward.” I lower my eyelids slightly. “You’ll be hungry, Skye. You’re going to use a lot of energy tonight.”
She nods hesitantly. “Whatever you want, Braden. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Marilyn makes excellent lasagna.”
“I’m sure Marilyn makes excellent everything.”
I lead her to the dining room, where the table has already been set. Two glasses of red wine sit beside the plates, and the lasagna is covered. An Italian loaf with olive oil for dipping, and a small green salad.
That’s it.
And it’s perfect.
I pull out her chair, and she sits. Her nipples are hard and turgid, and they don’t escape my gaze.
She’s wondering if I’m going to get undressed.
But she won’t ask.
She knows it’s not her place.
I sit across from her and serve her a small square of the lasagna. The salad has already been plated, and a slice of bread sits on her bread dish. Then I serve myself.
This is a casual meal. Normally we’d eat our salad first, but tonight it’s all served together. She smiles. I’m doing this for her. To make her comfortable. Even though she’s naked, I’m making this casual for her.
“Dig in,” I say from across the table.
She begins with a forkful of salad. It’s dressed with a honey vinaigrette. She pulls off a piece of her bread and dips it in the olive oil. The olive oil has been infused with something spicy, most likely cayenne or jalapeno with a touch of garlic.
And then the lasagna. The sauce is acidic with a hot spiciness due again to hot pepper.
I love to watch Skye eat. She’s not a timid eater. I take a bite of my salad, letting the tangy dressing float over my tongue.
I swallow, touch my napkin to my lips, and then pick up my glass of wine. “To discovery.”
She picks her glass up and clinks it against mine. “To discovery.” Then she takes a sip.
“What wine is this?” she asks.
“It’s a Brunello di Montepulciano from Italy, made from the Sangiovese grape.”
“It’s wonderful. So juicy and spicy. Perfect with this meal.”
I nod and take another sip. “Eat slowly. We’ll only have one glass of wine, as well.”
“Okay.”
She takes dainty bites of my food. She finishes all of her salad, most of her bread, and half of her lasagna. Good. She won’t be too full.
Neither will I. I eat half of my salad and all of my lasagna. No bread.
She pats her lips with her napkin and then rests it on the side of her plate.
I meet her gaze, my eyes heavy-lidded. “Are you ready, Skye?”
“Yes, Braden. I’m ready.”