22. Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
Blaire
T he week after New Year, Dallas spoiled me every day. My Bean Haven favorites were waiting on my desk each morning when I came into work, always with a different message scrolled onto the side of the cup. Each day was a different question, and I would text him my answer with a smile on my face.
Favorite flower?
Me:
Peony
If you could do anything, what would it be?
Me:
Design wedding dresses
Favorite food?
Me:
Mediterranean
What does your tattoo mean?
Me:
Peace.
Night in or night out?
Me:
A mix of both.
Favorite pizza topping?
Me:
Pepperoni and pineapple with garlic dipping sauce
Summer or winter?
Me:
Winter
Hobbies?
Me:
Sketching
By the time the second week rolled around, I started to look forward to what he would write next. When we weren’t at work, I was sneaking over to his house to have the most mind-blowing sex of my life and staying up way too late talking. Neither of us could be satiated. He does his best to convince me to sleep over, and it’s getting harder and harder to say no. When I sleep next to him, my night is quiet and undisturbed by the demons of my past.
It’s Friday morning, and as I pull into the staff parking lot of the distillery, butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach, anticipating seeing my morning message on my coffee cup and going about my day. Grabbing my purse and pulling my coat tight around my body, I hustle into the front entrance of our building.
Sawyer and Dallas are in a heated discussion in front of the tour check-in desk. Deciding the coffee can wait, I walk up to them, my heart in my throat at the sight of Dallas. He trimmed his facial hair down to a coarse stubble that I want to run my hand across. He’s wearing denim jeans with a navy blue button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the mountain and tree tattoos on his right forearm make my mouth water. I take a deep breath and school my features. I’ve got to keep this locked down. Sawyer can’t know.
“Good morning, boys. You two seem like you’re starting your day with violence, per usual.”
“Morning, Blaire,” Sawyer greets while Dallas just nods his head. My heart tumbles in my chest.
“Anything I can help with so you two don’t end up bruised and bloody?”
Dallas huffs and Sawyer crosses his arms like he needs to keep them from reaching out and decking his twin.
“Go ahead, dickhead. You can tell her the good news.”
“It’s not fucking good news, you shithead.”
“Blaire, Carter got us a feature in a large Pacific Northwest travel magazine.”
“Oh my god! Seriously? Congratulations! That’s amazing!” I nearly squeal in excitement. I look at Dallas, who is glaring at me. Of course he wouldn’t be happy about this. A feature in a magazine will put the distillery on the map, which will pull in tourists, essentially ruining his peace. But I can’t let on that I know that in front of Sawyer. Or anyone else for that matter.
“Dickhead here is pissed. Because why wouldn’t he be mad about the potential of more money?”
“That’s not what the fucking problem is, brother, and I’m about sick and fucking tired of you thinking otherwise.”
“Get your head out of your ass, Dallas. This is good for all of us. Blaire, this will potentially increase your workload, so I’d like to talk about a raise if that happens. Be ready for people booking tours and tastings.”
“Just what we fucking need. More goddamn people here. Fuck you all.”
I try not to bristle at his words as he stomps away and up the stairs to our offices. I sigh and Sawyer catches it.
“He’ll get over it. I’m sure you’re used to his grumpy ass by now. Believe it or not, he means well.”
“It’s fine. This is really great news; I’m really excited for the future here.”
“We’re happy to have you along for the ride, Blaire.”
I nod and head up the stairs to my office, hanging up my coat and bag before beelining straight for the breakfast that’s waiting on my desk. I take a seat and pick up the white to-go cup with the Bean Haven loopy scrolled logo on it and turn it around in my hand until I find Dallas’ handwriting.
Tonight. 7 p.m.
My face flames and I pick up my phone to see I already have a missed text from him.
Dallas:
Wear a nice dress. No panties.
With a smile I couldn’t contain plastered to my face the entire day, I managed to get my morning work done, one tour, emails, and a meeting with Carter on his thoughts about the feature and what he’d ultimately like to make sure they highlight. By the time noon rolls around, I’m ready for a break. Just as I relax into my chair, the office phone rings. I’m tempted to ignore it, but I know that isn’t professional.
“Hello, this is Blaire.”
“Come to my office.” Dallas’ deep voice travels through the phone and leaves no room for argument. He doesn’t wait for a reply before hanging up.
I stand and leave my office, heading toward Dallas, my legs walking with a slight nervous tremble, unsure what I’m walking into after our interaction this morning. I knock twice on his door and wait to be invited in. Instead of his voice ringing out through the wall like I expected, the door opens. Looking as gorgeous as always, he opens the door wide, and motions with his free hand for me to enter. I take a few hesitant steps into his office when the door closes behind me, the click of the lock being latched into place. I turn to face him, and I know I’m in trouble.
“On your knees.”
I hesitate. We’re at work. If someone comes looking for either of us, how will we explain why the door is locked?
“Blai—”
I sink to my knees before he can finish saying my name. The position reminds me of our first time together, weeks ago, and how turned on I became when I first heard him order me to get on my knees. We haven’t fooled around at work since then, keeping everything confined to just his house, but he’s been teaching me at home.
“Good girl,” he praises, my body already softening for him, trusting that he’s going to keep me safe. He walks away from me, goes to his desk, and sits down. I stay in a seated position on my knees, my ass on my heels, with my palms resting on my thighs, and wait. I know he’s testing me, and I don’t want to fail. I watch him from the corner of my eye as he finishes typing something on his laptop and then closes it. He slowly reclines back, pushing a foot away from his desk and rocking slightly.
“I love this chair. It was a gift from Sawyer since I kept stealing his. It’s quite expensive. A few thousand I believe. Funny that I found it in the storage closet, I wonder what menace put it there?” He pauses, and I try not to vomit over the obscene cost of a freaking office chair. “You’re going to come suck my cock in it.”
My breath hitches as I wait for him to call me forward. He doesn’t make me wait long, and my mouth is suddenly salivating, wanting him.
“Crawl to me, princess.”
And I do. Crawling across the hardwood floors of my boss’ office, I’m eager to get between his legs. He moves out a little further, spinning to the side and opening his legs for me to sit in the center of them. He reaches down and strokes my head sweetly.
“Such a good girl. Go ahead, take out my cock.”
I do as I’m told, pulling his belt through the loops and unbuckling his pants. He lifts off the chair so I can pull his pants down his legs. His big cock springs free, his piercings on full display. I meet his eyes, waiting for permission to finally put him in my mouth. He moves his hands to the side of my throat, pulling me into his crotch. I stick out my tongue, dragging it over his balls and sucking one of them into my mouth. He moans as he releases my neck, moving to thread his hands through my hair, pulling it out of my face.
I grip him, his cock heavy in my hand as I rub my thumb back and forth over the lowest barbell. The room is quiet except for Dallas’ heavy breathing. I lick up over each of his piercings, running my tongue along the cool metal until I reach the tip. My tongue swirls around the head, flicking at it before sucking him into my mouth. I drop my head down, pulling as much of him into my mouth as I can. He’s so big, filling me quickly. I pull back up, dragging my teeth up his length in a way that I know will make him go feral for me.
“That’s it, fucking suck it, Blaire, give me those teeth.” I double down on my effort, going down as far as I can, tears springing to my eyes, and suck hard back up to the tip, dragging my teeth. His hand moves to the back of my head, pressing me down farther than I’ve gone before, my gags audible as I struggle to breathe.
“Breathe through your nose, baby girl.”
I do, small breaths in and out as he holds me down on him, his dick down my throat. I gag once more as he pulls me back up. I heave in a breath right before he does it again, sliding me down and holding me there, forcing me to swallow around him. His phone rings and I startle, trying to pull back. He lets me, a devilish smirk on his face.
Oh, fuck.
“Better be quiet, princess, I have an important call to take.”
My eyes must be huge because he just chuckles before answering his office phone and pressing a button on the pad.
“This is Dallas.”
“Hey, man, it’s me,” Sawyer’s voice rings out over the speaker.
Dallas’ hand moves to the back of my head again, pushing me to continue to suck him off. I look up at him, pleading and he mouths “suck it now.”
I tighten my hand around him like a vise grip and his hips jerk forward. He fucking likes it, the asshole. I drop my head back down, sucking hard, tears leaking from my eyes, and pull back, returning to the tip and desperately suckling on it.
“You wanted to talk? What’s the issue now, Dal? If this is about the article . . .”
“I get that it’s good for the distillery, what I don’t want is to increase the number of goddamn visitors we see on our property every day. Have you run any projections for what that could possibly look like for us? Are we even in a position to handle a mass uptick? The supply isn’t going to meet the demand if we climb too quickly.”
His hips buck into my face as he continues to talk to Sawyer, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“Jesus, fuck, Dallas. Of course I’ve run the numbers. After Carter did. And our CFO. And our product manager. And every other fucking person involved. The question is, have you looked at them? Have you run your own?”
I swirl my tongue around and move my hand between us, cupping his balls tightly in my hand. He doesn’t answer Sawyer right away, his head falling back against the chair, his grip on my hair squeezing.
“Dallas? You there?”
“Gonna need to call you back.”
Dallas slams his hand down on some buttons until the line disconnects. He returns both hands to my head, holding me still and lifting his hips, fucking my mouth. I open wide and flatten my tongue, relaxing my throat the best that I can.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl. That’s it. Fuck.”
He continues to fuck my face, his hips bucking wildly. It’s so erotic and has me leaking through my panties. Sucking him off like this makes me feel so good. Powerful.
“Oh, I’m gonna come. Fucking suck it.”
His movements become choppy as his dick thickens, his balls rising up in my palm.
“Fucking take it all. Don’t spill a drop,” he growls as he comes. The moan that comes out of him is louder than it should be, but right now, I’m so lost in my Dallas bubble that I couldn’t care less.
“That’s it, baby, oh fuck, yes.”
My mouth overflows with his cum, his taste exploding on my tongue as I do my best to swallow it down. When he pulls free of my mouth, I take a deep inhale of air and sit back on my heels. I know my mouth is wet from saliva, my lips bright red and swollen, but he’s looking at me like I hung the freaking moon.
“That was supposed to be punishment for the shit earlier, my little menace, but dammit you’re too good at that. I guess you need a new punishment.”
My eyes widen as he pulls me to stand between his legs. He adjusts my dress pants and sweater, pressing the wrinkles from them before slapping my ass.
“Go back to work, Blaire.”
“Wh-what?” He’s just going to leave me like this?
“You heard me. Don’t make me repeat it.”
I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist, hauling me back into his lap. He grabs my face and pulls my mouth into his, my body immediately relaxing and meeting him in the middle. He kisses the hell out of me, sucking on my tongue. I know he can taste himself, and that it turns him on, which spirals me further into this crazed lustful feeling.
“You were so good, baby girl. Thank you,” he whispers against my lips.
He taps my thigh and I stand, leaving his office and walking back to my own. It should be a walk of shame as I pass several people, but I can’t bring myself to give a damn, so consumed with this man and everything he makes me feel.
I go back to my office when I’m hit with an idea. I’ll need to do the research, but I think I’ll be able to propose a plan for the distillery that would give Dallas the best of both worlds—bring in money and events, while keeping the day-to-day to a minimum. I spend the rest of the afternoon researching and crunching numbers between tours and tastings. It’ll take me some time, but hopefully before the journal interview, I’ll have the proposal complete and approved by everyone.
Racing up the stairs to my studio, I jump in the shower, shaving my legs and pampering myself. Butterflies fill my stomach, having no idea where he’s taking me. He knows that we can’t be out in public. After blow drying and taming my wild wavy hair, I put on some makeup, keeping it light and adding roll-on perfume along my collarbones and in between my breasts. The short black bodycon cocktail dress that I chose to wear slips over me like a glove, and I know that it’ll drive Dallas crazy. The top is a sweetheart neckline that hugs my breasts perfectly, and the space over my chest is a thin lace that connects to long lace sleeves. It hits mid-thigh and screams sexy . It showcases my hourglass figure and I feel gorgeous in it.
I’m just slipping on a pair of pumps when there’s a knock on my door. I walk over to it, knowing that it’s Dallas, and open it wide. His expression is everything. His face lights up in awe, his mouth dropping open slightly as his eyes roam over my body.
He steps into my studio, hands going right to my waist and pulling me into him.
“Baby girl, you look gorgeous.”
“Yeah? I wasn’t sure how dressy to go since you didn’t tell me where we’re going.”
“This is perfect.”
I blush as I take him in. He’s wearing black slacks, similar to what he wears to work, paired with a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top three buttons undone, and his thin gold chain noticeably hanging around his neck. His facial hair is short, and my body nearly purrs knowing exactly what that feels like against my skin.
“You look good yourself. You clean up well.”
“Are you ready?”
“I am, just need to grab my coat.”
He takes my hand and leads me out the back entrance to his Audi, opening my door and letting me slip in. He leans into my space, buckling me in and kissing me on the forehead before shutting the door and walking around the front of the car to the driver’s side. I turn in my seat slightly, facing him, watching as he shifts gears and holds the steering wheel. It reminds me of the first time I was in the car with him weeks ago, when everything changed between us. As much as I want to tell myself this is just sex, it’s so much more than that. I’m addicted to him. To the way he makes me feel. To who I am when I’m with him. I’ll never get enough.
He leaves Aspen Ridge and merges onto the interstate, heading north out of our secluded part of the forest. The drive is quiet, his hand on my thigh when he isn’t shifting, and we sit in comfortable silence while I watch him.
“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
An hour later, we exit the interstate and enter a little city. I look around at the businesses as Dallas slows the car and pulls up to a nondescript building. He turns to me, grabbing my face and bringing me in for a short kiss.
“You trust me?”
“I do.”
“Let’s go have some fun, princess.”
My heart pounds in my chest as we leave the safety of Dallas’ car and enter the building. After the first door, there are two bouncers and a reception desk. The carpet is a deep ruby red, the walls black, with empty, ornate gold frames in various sizes hung about. Dallas guides me to the receptionist, his hand moving from my lower back to the back of my neck, in a claiming, dominating move that I don’t hate. Quite the opposite actually. He hands her a plain black card with gold script on it. After scanning it, she nods to one of the bouncers who scans a card and opens a heavy door. The music escapes, blaring from whatever is going on inside.
Dallas urges me forward, his hand moving down to my lower back as we walk through the door and onto the floor of a club. But not just any club. Women and men alike walk around in various styles of clothing and lingerie, some are completely naked. A gorgeous woman walks hand in hand with another equally beautiful woman with a strap-on around her pelvis. My eyes dart everywhere as my pulse beats erratically and my breathing hitches. Dallas’ hand strokes up and down my lower back, grounding me. His breath is hot on my ear as he leans his face into me.
“If it becomes too much, just say the word and we’ll leave. But while we’re here? There’s only one rule.”
“Okay . . .”
“No one touches what’s mine.”
A shiver trails down my spine at his possessiveness. I turn back to the crowd as Dallas grabs my hand, pulling me toward the bar and setting me on a stool next to him. He orders us two drinks, a whiskey on the rocks for him, and a Midori sour for me. When our drinks are set in front of us, I pick mine up eagerly, taking a large sip, letting the Midori and vodka settle my nerves.
“You brought me to a sex club.”
He smiles ear to ear in a devilish way that is all him.
“I did. What do you think?”
I look around, taking it all in. The scene playing out on the couch across from the bar has my heart rate quickening. The sight of two men and two women is erotic and taboo, and I feel my core throb just from watching them. Their hands touch each other everywhere, with no care about who is who, they pleasure each other. When one man drops to his knees and sucks the other’s cock into his mouth, a small moan leaves my lips. Everywhere I look there are bodies seeking pleasure, letting loose—living. Consensually, in a safe environment. I can’t help but look around, my eyes lingering on certain people as they are lost in the throes of pleasure.
Dallas stands, coming into my space, yanking on my hair to force my head back to look at him.
“I knew you were a little voyeur. You like what you see, princess?”
“You know I do.”
He gives me a satisfied smile.
“You come here?” I ask. He nods in confirmation, his brow furrowed.
“Does that bother you?”
I think about it for a moment before answering, unsure how he’ll take it, but say it anyway.
“Not if you’re only coming with me now. I don’t share either.”
He dips his head to my ear before whispering, “I’ve only been here once since I met you, and I couldn’t touch anyone. You consumed my thoughts even then. My desires. My pleasure. I turned two women down before jerking off in the bathroom to thoughts of you . . . And that was way before I ever even had a taste of you.”
He sucks my earlobe into his mouth before dragging it between his teeth. I sigh deeply, my heart pounding in my chest, my pussy throbbing at his confession.
“Finish your drink and I’ll show you my favorite part.”
“There’s more?”
“Oh, my girl, this is only the main floor. There are different rooms for different things depending on your interests. There are private rooms and voyeur rooms for different scenes. You’ll see.”
We finish our drinks, his hand inching higher and higher on my thigh. I know he said no one else touches me, but does that mean he’d let people watch him touch me? The thought equally terrifies and excites me. Before we get up, a gorgeous woman saunters toward us, wearing a silk robe. It’s loosely tied, one side hanging off a shoulder, exposing one of her breasts. I can’t help but look at her, her nipple pierced and perky. She reaches out to touch me before Dallas growls out his words.
“She’s off-limits.”
The woman turns to face Dallas and arches a brow, clearly asking if that means he is too.
“We’re just here to watch. Thank you for the offer though.” He’s much more polite to her than I would expect, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s a layer of unspoken respect here, or rules that the club has in place to protect its members.
She walks off unperturbed, and Dallas grabs my hand, pulling me to follow him. He keeps me close, his finger rubbing back and forth on my palm. He leads me through the main floor to a long, dark hallway. There are a few other people in it, standing against the wall across from a massive floor-to-ceiling window. It’s completely dark, both in the hallway and on the other side of the window.
Dallas takes me to a spot on the wall and leans against it, pulling me in front of him, his hands going to my waist.
“What are we doing?” I ask, my eyes struggling to adjust to the pitch-black.
“Shh, baby, just wait. You’ll see.”
The next moment, a light at the top of a door turns green, and dim lights behind the window come on, illuminating a large room. It’s set up as a bedroom, with a four-poster bed in the center, and a lounge chair in front of it. There’s an armoire against a wall not far from the bed. A door on the side of the room farthest from us opens, and in walks a gorgeous man and woman. He’s got the most beautiful tan skin, with long black hair, a sculpted, hairless chest, and washboard abs. He could be a GQ model and no one would question it. The woman is equally gorgeous, but she looks like . . . me . Her body isn’t perfectly thin, her waist isn’t trim. She’s full and curvy, her breasts hanging heavy on her chest. I look up at Dallas, and his eyes are on me, not on the scene in front of us. He kisses me, igniting that fire inside, and I whimper against his mouth before he pulls away.
“Watch,” he says as he turns my head away from him. “Watch how she trusts him to take care of her. She doesn’t have to think, make a decision, or do anything at all. She simply gets to be, knowing that he’ll do all of those things and make her feel better than she could have ever imagined. Watch how he delivers. How taking care of her in every way possible makes him feel like a king.”
I watch as she kneels and the man praises her, his voice coming through a speaker in the hallway. He calls her forward to climb onto the bed, where he ties each of her wrists to a post on the headboard. He leaves her ankles free. I don’t notice that Dallas has pulled me back further into him, that my body starts to move against him, my hips rocking ever so slightly.
The man climbs on top of the woman and kisses down her chest, stopping to lavish each of her breasts, massaging them, cupping them, and sucking on her nipples. Dallas’ head moves down to my neck, kissing the tender spot below my ear, moving down and sucking at the skin above my shoulder. I push my ass further into him, his hard cock stiff against my back.
This is the last thing I’d expect to ever enjoy, or even think I would do, but here I am, practically begging my boss to fuck me in a hallway of a sex club while we watch a couple do the same.
What has he done to me?