Chapter Forty
Ruby
He leads me to his bedroom. My chest rises and falls as I suck in deep breaths. It’s a struggle to keep myself calm, especially when I face him and he tracks the way my breasts move with each of my gasps. I can’t stop trembling under the stare of his desire. He’s filled my heart. Right now, I want him and don’t want to consider the repercussions or the future.
“Take your skirt off,” Garett instructs, “slowly and turn around. I adore your bum wriggling around the cookery school, but tonight, I want to savour it.”
I turn away from him and flip the button on the back of my skirt, unzipping it. A mirror stands in front of me.
“This way, I can see every part of you. Now pull it away from your waist and push it down.” I do as he says, enamoured by his reflection. His eyes fix on my body like he wants to consume me.
“That’s right. Bend over. And you can leave your heels on,” he hisses. “You’re going to look like my classy sex goddess when you play with yourself.”
He’s kind and feral, and I need every part of it. I bend slightly, and his growl fills the room. My leather skirt hits the carpet.
“You wore your hold ups today.” Cinnamon fills my lungs. “Turn and face me, baby.”
My breath sticks in my throat. I close my eyes under his inspection as I turn.
“Keep your eyes open. I want you to see what you do to me.”
“Yes, Chef.”
His eyes get impossibly darker. “Fuck. Say that again.”
I lick my lips slowly. “Yes, Chef.”
His eyes fix on mine as he slowly undoes his jeans, and his erection pushes its way out from his zipper. He runs his hand up and down his cock. Wetness gathers in my knickers as he fists himself. “Now undo your blouse, button by button. Don’t take it off until I say.”
My fingers tremble as I follow his orders. Slowly, I reveal inches of skin.
The depth of his voice thrums through my limbs. “You’re so sexy, baby. I’m so hard for you. All I think about is being inside you.” He pauses and growls, his face strained and his jaw hard. "You’re everything.”
He drags a breath into his mouth, and his nostrils flare. “Shit, I’ve never been this turned on before.”
He shakes his head, and my whole body flushes under the intensity of his dark-eyed stare and tight jaw.
“I haven’t stopped wanting to touch you since we were last together. I fantasise about you every night until I might burst with need for you. Do you think of me?” He grinds his teeth for a second, and I sense a vulnerability.
Finally, I find my voice. “Every second. I need you inside me. Some days, it’s all that fills my head. Working with you day after day destroys me because all I want is to fuck you.”
A tentative smile turns up the corners of his mouth, but then he returns to his role of commanding me.
“That’s my good girl. Now show me what’s hiding beneath that blouse.” I do as he says. My nipples press against the lace of my bra, and he licks his lips slowly as if he’s readying himself to devour me. “Is your toy in your bag?”
I nod. “I’ve got lube, too,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Get them and sit on the edge of the bed facing me. Lube your toy, but don’t slide it inside until I say.”
“Yes, Chef.” Just saying that makes me pant with anticipation. “Should I keep my knickers on?”
He shakes his head. Every part of him focuses on me. I remove my knickers gradually, my bum facing him, but I watch him from the mirror again. I’ve learnt what he likes, and I’m rewarded with a groan that fills my entire body, building my arousal impossibly higher.
“Now give me those little lace things.”
I pass them to him, and he takes the opportunity to run his fingers between my legs. “Wider,” he grunts, and I obey. He rubs my clit and slides a finger inside me. I whimper but force my eyes to remain open. His stare is dark and filled with desire. “You’re soaking wet for me. I want to be inside you, but you promised me toy play. Now go to the bed.”
He continues to stroke his cock, his eyes wide with awe as I follow his demands. “Bra off.”
I undo my bra, and it falls to the floor. “Your tits are fucking amazing. Or do you prefer it when I say breasts?”
“Tits are good,” I say. The word is harsh on my lips, but I like it.
“Are you doing okay, baby? Am I too feral and coarse for you?”
I shake my head.
“Good, because you know there will be plenty of time for soft and slow later. I want to make love to you until dawn.”
I hold in a gasp. He said make love! I can’t linger on it, so instead, I cling to the lust blazing through me.
“Now work that toy into your pussy, gorgeous. It vibrates in two places, so I want you to press it against your clit at the same time.” I whimper as soon as I touch myself. “You’re so needy for it.”
“Needy for you,” I rasp as reason tries to leave me.
“Is that right?”
I nod, eliciting a smile so hungry from him that it makes my stomach roll repeatedly.
“I want you to work it faster inside you. Can you do that?”
I nod again.
“What do you say?”
“Yes, Chef.”
“That’s my good girl.”
He’s wrapped his dick with my knickers, and he’s fisting them around his cock quickly. When I speed up, he does, too.
My pulse climbs, and I ache for his body against mine. My wetness covers the toy, and I moan as I press the toy deeper. Occasionally, my eyes flutter closed, but I force them open again. I don’t want to miss how hard I make him. I pull my lip into my mouth and suck on it as his tongue pushes out of his mouth, and his dark eyes track my thrusts.
He stares at my breasts as they heave up and down, bouncing with each press of the toy as I start to ride it into me. He murmurs his praise and growls his arousal for me. I’ve never felt so desired.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Every day, your sexiness and beauty overwhelm me. I can barely think straight most of the time. All I want is to be around you, smelling that passion fruit scent that fills my dreams, touching you, and hearing you laugh.” He’s rebuilt everything others tried to demolish, and he’s doing it with awareness of my needs. “And now you’re in my bedroom, your scent on my blankets in those sexy heels and hold ups, doing what I ask. I don’t deserve to be in your presence. You’re the whole fucking package, beautiful, sexy, sassy, and painfully intelligent with a skill that blasts everyone else’s out of the water. You’re everything.”
My whole body burns as if fuel has been poured directly onto my skin. “You’re thrusting that vibrator in deeper and harder. Did I say you could do that?”
I shake my head. I didn’t realise.
“I love how desperate you are to come.” He’s right, I am, but his words demand these actions. He’s sped up, too. I don’t know how, but I’m already on the edge. “Do you want to come as I watch, baby?”
I nod.
“Use your words.”
I glare at him, and his laugh is strained. His need is as obvious as mine.
“Then be my good girl and come hard and just for me. Come for me, Rubes.”
I whimper as my orgasm explodes. I can barely grip the vibrator as my body shakes like I’m in a violent storm. He walks over to me, holds the vibrator inside me, and kisses me hard on the mouth as the orgasm rolls again and again across my body. I’m gasping and writhing on the bed, sweat beading my skin, but he’s with me every step. My pleasure is everything to him. My heart bangs in my chest. Sparks catapult around my head as I finally close my eyes and let everything he’s offered me own my body.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, eventually easing the vibrator from inside me. He lifts me and eases me further up the bed, so I’m lying against his pillows. My heart starts to slow, and I can finally take a deep breath. His kisses cover my skin, and he lies beside me, stroking my hair. “Fucking hell, Rubes. I wasn’t expecting that. I was trying to be a domineering fucker, but you took my breath away. You’re so fucking sexy.”
The vulnerability is back. It’s obvious even through my blurred climax vision. “You were amazing,” I rasp. “You know my body so well.”
His smile makes every part of me that his words didn’t ache. “Are you okay?”
I want to tell him that I’m scared because of our future. I won’t find anyone who makes me feel like he does again. But instead, I say, “Yes, completely. It’s your turn next.”
“If I died right now and your climax was the last thing I saw, I’d die happy. I feel like I already had my turn. But I did promise slow and sensual. Let me know when you’re ready for that.”
“Ready,” I say instantly.
He shakes his head before grinning back at me, and he slowly starts to undress.