2. Before the Party
Before the Party
Electra
I spent the whole afternoon with Maggie and her team, preparing for the event of the month. I called Zoe, my best friend, to come and join me because we should meet for coffee, but she replied saying she was busy.
I understood she was working on a big case, essential to her career, but I missed her.
Mr. Thorn allowed me to tell her about our relationship; not every detail, but enough for me to talk with her about my new life, yet she was always preoccupied with her job.
I called my dad, at least, to check up on him.
He was enjoying the mountains and decided to stay there for another week.
It was six o'clock when my makeup and hair were finally finished, and Maggie closed the zip on my dress. I was staring in awe at my reflection in the mirror, not believing my own eyes.
I wore a sparkling, slightly transparent dress.
It was only a little darker on my breasts, so my nipples weren't visible, but I couldn't have a bra thanks to the extremely deep neckline.
My legs were exposed because the front was short and the back was floor length.
My thighs looked thinner—obviously, thanks to the high heels—and my cleavage was covered with sparkles and was so full I couldn't take my eyes off it.
My curvy ass was in huge contrast with my thin waist, and I found myself wondering, how the hell did this dress do it?
I didn't wear special underwear; it was impossible to have anything under such a revealing gown, yet I had to say, the effect was terrific.
The light touch of makeup on my face underlined my natural features, and the smokey eye shadows made my hazel eyes glow. My platinum long hair fell freely on my back in big waves, finishing the effect of the princess look.
“Satisfied?” I heard Maggie ask. She stood at the door, letting me enjoy the moment.
I didn’t know what to say. Satisfied? This was pure magic.
Who wouldn’t be okay with it? Yet, I quickly realized she wasn't questioning me.
I was so lost in staring at myself that I didn't notice Bastian leaning against the bookshelf, looking at me like a hungry wolf.
I instantly felt the effect of his heated stare between my legs.
"Words can't describe how beautiful you are, princess," he said when I turned around to face him. From the corner of my eye, I saw Maggie leaving the room.
"It's your money transformed into the perfect outfit," I replied, watching him push himself off the shelf, taking slow steps towards me.
"It's my best investment," he stated in a low voice, placing his hands on my hips. His body's proximity made me desperate for his lips on my skin. But the healthy part of my brain reminded me that I shouldn't destroy hours of hard work because I was horny.
"Do you have panties on?" Bastian asked out of the blue, and my eyes widened.
"Of course, I have panties!" I didn't plan to meet his business partners without my underwear. It was enough for me that I didn't wear a bra.
"Take them off," he commanded sternly, and I blinked a few times, staring at him like he had lost his mind. I was flattered he wanted to bend me over. It was the best compliment he could give me, but it wasn't the right time to fool around.
"You're not dressed," I pointed out, avoiding his piercing gaze. I didn't want to directly disobey his order, so I tried to play it cool and remind him we had some work to do. "We don't have time for a quickie."
To my great surprise, he chuckled, pressing me against his hard body. His palms clasped my ass, and I bit my lip, unsure if I could say no to him.
"I'm not going to fuck you, princess," he whispered. Goose bumps appeared on my naked shoulders and arms. "I want you to be ready for me later."
"Later?" I squealed, clutching his biceps for support.
"Yes, sweetie. Later," he confirmed, kissing my cheek gently. "Take off your panties," he commanded again, pulling away from me.
I opened my mouth to tell him something, but nothing came out. I was stunned by his words. He wanted me to go to the party in a short dress without my underwear. Was he crazy?
With trembling fingers, I did as he said while he stared at me like I was some delicious dessert.
The glances he threw at me woke up my deepest desires, and I really didn't want to leave the apartment anymore.
I knew I looked breathtaking. The final effect of the dress knocked the air out of my lungs, too.
But the expression on Bastian's face was something I would remember for a long time.
To say he was fucking me with his eyes was nothing compared to the emotions swirling in his orbs.
For a moment, I was scared he would tear the dress apart and have his way with me.
I could feel his hunger for me. He radiated passion mixed with dominance, and he was having a hard time holding himself away from me.
I was trembling under his lustful gaze, and he just stood there, a few steps away from me, igniting the fire in every cell of my body.
We were lost in each other's eyes. Sex mixed with my expensive perfume and his cologne filled the room. The world around us didn't exist. We were in some kind of trance, totally enchanted by this moment.
"Wait for me in the living room." Bastian's raspy voice burst our tiny bubble. He pointed to the door, and with an exasperated sigh, I obeyed, even when leaving him was the last thing I wanted to do.
He left me waiting for fifteen minutes. During that time, I drank some water and calmed my erratic heartbeat.
But it was no use when he walked into the room, dressed in a black tuxedo with a black bow tie and white shirt, with a perfect stoic face, all cool and collected.
I was back to my trembling, aroused state in a millisecond.
"Ready?" he asked, holding his hand out for me to take, helping me to stand .
"Yes, sir," I muttered, chewing my lower lip and imagining crazy sex positions. If I teased him a little, maybe he would at least finger me.
However, he overlooked me when I tried to get his attention in the elevator. It wasn't until we were in the back of his limousine that he turned to me with that evil look in his eyes, and I giggled. He put his hand on my knee, moving it up, and leaned closer, whispering into my ear.
"Someone is wet here.” He nibbled my earlobe, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my neck.
"I feel something hard," I replied with a small smile, moving my hand to his groin. My desperation for him filling me only grew when I realized he was as aroused as I was.
"I really want to play this game with you, baby girl," he muttered, gently pecking my jaw. "But I need to tell you something."
I frowned, instantly withdrawing my hand from his crotch. He pulled away, taking a deep breath, and my stomach twisted uneasily. This sudden change of demeanor couldn't be a good sign. He never interrupted our play for anything.
"Do you know Rose Adelaine?" he inquired, taking me completely by surprise.
"Yes," I answered, narrowing my eyes at him. The reason why he was asking me about her was beyond my comprehension.
"We should've had this conversation earlier, but I didn't want to ruin your pampering day." The words were leaving his splendid mouth, yet I didn't understand the reason behind them. He probably noticed my confusion because he continued without me saying anything.
"A decade ago, I was in a relationship with Rose," he said, looking into my eyes, and I gasped. "It was a similar relationship to ours."
I couldn't believe my own ears. My heart hammered in my chest, and anger entered my veins. I glared at him, but he didn't express any emotion.
"Say something, princess," he whispered softly, touching my chin with his thumb, but I abruptly moved away. I was breathing hard, and I felt blood rushing to my head. I didn't know why I was so furious. Or was it another feeling? Jealousy maybe?
"Why now?" I asked through gritted teeth, watching as his brows almost connected above his eyes. He wrinkled his forehead, clearly confused by my question.
"What is so special about her that you're telling me this now ?
" My palms were sweating as I raised my voice, and I felt sick in my stomach.
For some unknown reason, I was ready to explode with rage.
I was never so angry at him, not even when he threatened to kick me out of his company. Shit! What happened to me?
"She can be a bitch at times," he stated matter of factly, and I smiled bitterly, remembering very well how highly unpleasant a person Miss Adelaine was. "She will provoke you. I want you to be prepared."
" Prepared? " I yelled, glaring at him, yet he looked like he expected me to act like a lunatic. He wasn't disturbed by my behavior.
"I'm sorry, princess. I should've told you earlier." He squeezed my hand tighter when I wanted to yank it away. "You have nothing to worry about. You know I'm yours."
"Are you?" I spat, staring daggers at him. "She had you, too."
"Rose belongs to the past," he muttered in a calm, soothing voice, brushing his nose against my naked shoulder. "We didn't have a conversation about our previous relationships yet. And it wasn't my intention to ruin our night. She confirmed that she would come to the party two hours ago."
"So you could've told me two hours ago!" I rumbled, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to avoid his touch.
"I'm sorry, princess," he breathed into my ear again. He had never apologized twice for one thing, and in less than ten minutes. I saw in his eyes that he didn't lie, but I was hurt. This revelation was eating away at my self-confidence.
"I want permission," I blurted out, my mouth saying the words quicker than my brain could comprehend what I asked for. "If she touches you, I'll make an awful scene."
"Princess," he sighed, looking directly into my eyes, but I didn't flinch. He was mine, and I would never share his attention with another woman. Period.
"Permission, or I'm not going," I stated, holding his gaze. He must have seen that I was deadly serious because, after a few seconds, he nodded.
"Okay, Electra," he agreed, his voice soaked with defeat. "You have my permission to do whatever you see fit if she crosses the line."
"Thank you," I said, reaching out to take his hand, but he jolted it away, leaning into his seat. My heart painfully clenched in my chest. Did I just overstep his boundary?