Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Nicholas
L ying in the old woman’s bedroom, wearing nothing but her robe, was not part of the plan. Much respect to Ethel. I mull over all the conversations and events leading up to this moment. The old bird has me right where she wanted me all along. Here I thought it was luck Ethel left something behind, but I of all people should know better. She was playing me the whole time. I’m not even upset. In fact, I’m rather amused by this turn of events.
I see a crocheted penis on the night stand and pick it up. I flip it over in my hand and examine its little smile and black beady eyes. What the? Well, I’ll be. It’s an uncircumcised penis, and the foreskin rolls up. If it wasn’t so disturbing, I might go as far to say it’s cute with the eyes peeping over. A crocheted uncircumcised happy little peen. Ethel, you are full of surprises.
A door closing has me pausing midway from pulling back the crocheted foreskin. “Um, hello?”
The door swings open to reveal Maeve in the doorway. “Hi. Oh. Oh my.” She focuses on the sight before her. I don’t take offense to her stammering and wide eyes. It’s a lot to take in. I’m not leaving much to the imagination – not that she hasn’t already seen what’s under here. I’ve not considered pink floral before, but I think it works for me. “What are you doing? What’s that in your hand?”
“I’m playing with my penis.”
She forces a smile. “I walked straight into that.”
I pat the bed. She sighs and shakes her head. I pat again, more firmly. “Your gram went through a lot of trouble to get me here. Be a shame to disappoint her.”
She arches a brow. “I’m not entertaining either one of you.”
“I want to entertain you. I came here with the promise of pie, and there’s only one I want. Get up here. Sit on my face.”
“No. We’re in my grandmother’s house. You’re wearing her robe.”
“I can take it off.”
Her tongue sweeps across her lips before she sucks them in. “I can’t wait to get my hands all over you. Taste you everywhere. You’re so fucking sweet. I want your pussy coming all over my tongue. The depraved things I want to do you.”
“I’m going to go check on your clothes.”
My dark chuckle sounds sinister to even my own ears. “Run.”
When she doesn’t move, I stand from the bed. Slowly, and never taking my eyes off hers, I untie the robe and pull the belt loose. “I’m not kidding. Run. Because I’m planning to use this to tie your wrists. Then I’m going to hold your thighs apart and enjoy my dessert.”
“You’re joking. Not in my grandma’s house.”
“Then find somewhere outside.” I take a step forward. She finally realizes that I’m not teasing her because she turns on her heels and runs forward. I roll my shoulders as excitement courses through me. I’ve been counting down the days until I could hunt her and hold her again. And now I’m finally getting to. I allow her to get a head start by walking over and checking my phone. No emergencies or fires to put out. I still have another hour before I have to be on site. I’d prefer more time with Maeve, but it’s still enough time to send her into a frenzy and have her wanting me more. I need to remind Maeve of our chemistry, though I highly doubt she’s forgotten. I message my driver to wait an extra twenty minutes before heading this way. Placing my phone back on the dresser, I use my hands to wrap the robe’s soft belt around one palm. All my blood rushes to my cock. The idea that I’m about to have her is fueling my adrenaline.
I hurry out of the room. The robe waving behind me like an evil villain’s cape because, let’s be honest, I’m no hero. The washer has stopped so I spare a minute to place my clothing in the dryer. I step outside and call out, “Ready or not, here I come.”
I take two steps before I easily spot her tracks. Running as fast as I can, I track her down within less than a minute. She’s hiding behind the bushes to my left. For some reason, the thought that the rough branches scratched her as she rushed to hide excites me. I’ll lick her wounds. I’ll take her pain away. She only has to let me catch her.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I purr. She remains quiet, but I hear her rapid breathing. Is she as excited as I am? “I have an important meeting. It’s why I won’t be able to be as thorough with you as I’d like. We have a lot of fucking to make up for. But I’ll have enough time to taste you. I’ll have the smell of you on my fingers.” I casually walk past the bush but continue to speak. “I’m not too proud to admit I’ve done nothing but obsess over you.” When I’m sure she assumes I’ve missed her and am going to keep walking, I dart around the bush and grab her by the ankles, pulling her to me with her back flat against the ground. She yelps as I crawl my body up hers then straddle her.
“I found you.”
I loop the belt around a sturdy branch and then bind her wrists together. With her arms strained overhead, I focus my attention on her waist – and remove her pants. My fingers curl around the waistband of her leggings and pull them down along with her underwear.
“You’re so wet.” I keep the leggings wrapped around her ankles. I ease two fingers inside her. My head falls back. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
Pushing deeper inside, I use my thumb to press against her clit. She releases soft moans of pleasure. Her body tenses. Maeve’s orgasm is approaching, but I won’t give it to her. I jerk my hand from her body, relishing her cry of protest.
My hands land on her thighs, gripping her securely and pinning them down. First I take my time tracing around her opening with the tip of my tongue. Then I swirl my tongue around her sweet little clit. I suck it between my lips, causing her back to arch.
“Nicholas. Nicholas. Nicky. ”
I wanted to draw out her orgasm, but hearing her cry out my name so sweetly…I can’t get enough of her. Her arms fight against the restraints. “Cry out. Scream. Nobody can hear you. Except me, and I want to hear you.” I need to hear it. I traveled miles to hear this woman call out my name as she falls apart in my mouth.
Her mouth falls open but only a silent scream comes out. I devour her orgasm. I lick and lick until we’re both panting to catch our breath. I run my fingers inside one more time and then suck them clean.
The sound of tires on gravel tells me that our time is up. “If this was my place, I’d leave you here until I got back to have seconds. But we can’t have your grandmother finding you like this, now can we?”
“What just happened?” she whispers.
I want to tell her it’s because I wanted her, so I came and took her. I always get what I want. I always win.
“I shouldn’t have enjoyed this.”
My hands immediately freeze with her pants midway up her thigh. “Are you regretting this?”
“No. But – but I know I should. It’s wrong.”
I scoff. “Wrong? We’re consenting adults.”
“You show up at my grandmother’s house and chase me into the woods. You have more red flags than a damn pirate ship.”
“Red flags for a pirate ship?”
“You know what I mean. Please pull my pants up and untie me.”
Leaning into her so my lips can brush against hers. “What just happened is – your body is reminding you who you belong to.”
I jerk her pants up and roughly untie the belt from the branch, leaving her wrists still bound. I’ll let her manage that on her own.
“Hey. A little help.”
The SUV pulls up the same time as Ethel. I wink and hurry off back to the house to fetch my clothes and then catch my ride. I’ll be seeing her again soon. She can give me a tongue-lashing then.
Miss Bowman sits in her desk chair with a cold smile on her face as I enter her office. Mr. Bradly quickly stands and comes to shake my hand. I squeeze his a little too tightly. I walk over to Miss Bowman who is now standing.
“Miss Bowman, thank you for accommodating my schedule by meeting me on a Saturday.” I initially pushed for a weekend meeting. The office is closed so there would be no distractions and it will allow us to take our time. However, there’s a slight problem. Luckily for them, it’s an easy fix. It’s the only reason I’m keeping my anger at a slow boil. My requests were clear, yet ignored. “I see we’re missing one for our meeting?”
“Mr. Deschamps. The employee you requested will be working on the project, but we thought it was best for our first –”
“You thought?” Her eyes widen in surprise at my interruption. “I’m going to try very hard to not be an asshole right now, but I’m investing millions into your little company for this event. With the possibility of multiple events into the millions. Don’t fuck this up by not meeting my one request.”
“You hired my company. She works here and will be at every other meeting. It’s Saturday. The company is closed but to show our appreciation we opened for you, but it is Miss Goodman’s day off.”
My temper is simmering. “Get Miss Goodman in here now. We’ve wasted enough time.”
Miss Bowman lifts her cell phone. “Of course.”
“And Miss Bowman.” I’m barely keeping my voice from a growl. “If she isn’t here, I’ll take that as a personal insult from you as not being prepared for our first meeting. I’m sure your competition would never treat their clients so carelessly.”
Mr. Bradly clears his throat. “We are both well-seasoned experts, Mr. Deschamps. You’ll be in excellent hands until the lovely Miss Goodman can take the lead…”
His voice trails off as I level him with glare, barely biting back my rage. I’ll be damned if I’m going to tolerate anything from this handsy prick. I didn’t miss the way he said lovely Miss Goodman.
“Please, Maeve. It’s an emergency. I need you here now. ” I almost chuckle. Maeve is tied up, and it’s all my fault. She’ll be here, though. I don’t mind waiting. They should’ve informed her of the meeting. When she didn’t mention needing to leave early at her grandmother’s, I knew they must not have included her. Miss Bowman is sweating and looks to be on the verge of a panic attack. Maeve must be telling her she’s out of town.
“I’m going for lunch. I’ll be back in an hour for our meeting when all the parties are here.”
My parting gift is an evil smirk.