Chapter 21
Blair
Every nerve ending on my body is firing. My nipples ache against the fabric of the corset and I’m sure I’ve soaked through the crotch of my black satin underwear.
Magnus walks over to the closet and takes something out. In the room’s dim lighting, it takes me a second to make out what it is.
It’s a full-length oval mirror attached to a wood base that matches its frame.
My breath hitches as he carries it over in one hand like it weighs nothing.
He sets it down several feet from the bed, then goes over to a small table and takes one of the wood chairs, setting it off to the side and slightly in front of the mirror.
My heart isn’t racing with nervousness; it’s excitement. I’m way too turned on to be self-conscious. I’ve been thinking about another night with Magnus since the first one, and the longer I had to wait, the more I ached for him.
“Stand in front of the mirror,” he says, his tone commanding.
I do, and he tilts the movable mirror in its frame until it captures me from head to toe. He stands behind me and moves my hair over one shoulder so it rests on my chest.
Then he puts his hands on me. First, it’s my waist, his lips caressing my exposed ear as he sinks his fingertips into my skin beneath the corset. He moves his mouth down to my neck and I tip my head back, sighing softly.
“Your body was made for my enjoyment,” he murmurs against my skin. “Do everything I say, and you’ll get to enjoy it, too.”
My skin is molten, like I could melt to the floor at any second. He cups my breasts and raises his face from my neck, saying, “Watch.”
I look in the mirror as he slowly tugs on the bow at my breasts, releasing it. The corset gives way slightly, the openings getting slightly wider.
“You’re so goddamn sexy.” He pulls at the top of the corset’s lacing, loosening it more. “I want to see these gorgeous tits bouncing while I fuck you.”
It feels like a dream, a fantasy come to life. Things like this happen in books and movies. I’ve only had quick, perfunctory sex, and this is a sensory overload.
He loosens the corset more, his other hand sliding down between my legs to cup my pussy through my underwear. I inhale sharply at the same time he groans deeply with satisfaction.
“Your pussy’s soaked. You want my cock in this wet pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” It comes out as a desperate exhale.
“Not yet, baby. You feel it against your ass, though, don’t you? Just looking at your hot body keeps my dick hard.”
He loosens the corset more, and it drops down to my hips, exposing my breasts.
“Fuck yes.” He pinches my nipples and I moan. “You’re so sexy. Wearing this slutty outfit so I’ll fill you up with my cum. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
I cry out when he cups my breasts, his fingertips brushing over my nipples.
I can’t believe how uninhibited he’s made me. I don’t care about the stretch marks on my stomach or my unflat tummy. His eyes are locked onto me in the mirror, and they’re filled with wolfish hunger.
He tugs the corset looser and slides it down my hips to the floor, where I step out of it and he kicks it aside.
I’m wearing nothing but panties, the tip of his erection brushing against my lower back. He slides one hand up to cup my breast and the other moves between my legs, stroking the satin of my underwear.
“This is all mine. No one but me touches this pussy—not even you.”
I moan, my body taut. I’m somehow already on the edge of coming. He’s pinching and teasing my nipple and I’m pressing back against him, desperate for more.
When he starts to slide down my underwear, the brush of air over my bare skin makes me cry out. I’m flushed all over, my body aching with need. I feel my underwear fall to the ground and then he’s wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling my body back against his.
“Look at that gorgeous cunt.” He grazes the backs of his knuckles over my neatly trimmed triangle of hair.
When he pushes a finger inside, I cry out again.
“I can’t wait to fuck your tight, wet cunt. You want it bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
“Put your foot on the chair,” he says.
I had forgotten about the chair. I lift my right foot and set it on the seat of the chair, exposing more of myself.
His gaze stays locked on mine as he tweaks my nipple, his first two fingers gliding gently over my swollen clit.
“Oh god.”
He pushes his fingers inside me, soaking them and using them to circle my clit. “Watch yourself come, baby. You’re the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
After only a few seconds, my knees weaken and I cry out, tears pricking my eyes. It’s a freight train of sensation, reaching every nerve ending in my body.
When I finally start to come down, I sag back against him. He wraps his arms around me, his body hard and warm against mine.
“More,” I say softly, my breathing still evening out.
“You sure?”
“Yes. More.”
“Go to the other side of the bed.”
My knees are still weak as I walk there. I can’t believe how intense my orgasm was.
He adjusts the mirror on the other side of the bed, then walks around to me and says, “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”
I can’t get up there fast enough. We did a lot of positions our first night together, but not this one.
“Don’t look away,” he says, his voice gravelly. “You look away, I stop.”
I lock my eyes on my reflection as he pushes inside me, groaning loudly.
“Holy shit, you feel amazing.”
He pulls back, grabs my hips and thrusts all the way in, making me cry out.
“You dress like that, you take it all,” he says, his tone commanding. “Every fucking inch of my cock and every drop of my cum.”
The throbbing sensation between my legs makes me whimper. I can’t get enough of him.
He smacks my ass as he pounds into me, the sting of the slap arousing me even further.
When he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, I gasp, pushing my hands into the bed.
I’m upright, still on my knees, my back to his chest. He bands a strong arm around my waist to keep me upright and takes one of my calves in his other hand, moving me so I have one foot and one knee on the bed.
Then he thrusts himself deep inside me again, both of us gasping and groaning. His body is so strong that he can hold me in place while fucking me so hard the bed is pounding into the wall.
He’s relentless, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror. I reach back and grab a fistful of his hair, pulling on it.
“Come,” I say, breathless. “Please.”
I’m not physically capable of coming again yet, but I’m still very into what he’s doing, his body punishing and pleasuring me at the same time.
“Oh, fuck, I’m—”
His groan vibrates from his chest through my back as he comes. It goes on for several seconds, and then his hold around my waist loosens.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks.
I laugh softly. “No. I’ll be sore, but I’d be the happiest woman in the world if I could get that every night and be sore every day.“
“Good girl.”
He nuzzles my hair, back to his usual sweet self.
“If I’m ever a billionaire, I’ll offer you a contract,” I say, smiling. “You won’t need a hockey stick. Just your hands, mouth, and That Dick. Capital T. Capital D. Holy wow.”
“Call me a bad negotiator, but my price for that is nothing.”
“Why can’t you just get paid to fuck me? Is that what a utopia is?”
He grins. “I think that’s exactly what it is.”
I turn around and he wraps his arms around me and kisses me.
“I realized something earlier today,” he says. “I’m better with you. I’m more relaxed, much happier, and I can keep things in perspective.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not getting anything out of it but killer sex, but it’s enough.”
He laughs, tipping his head back. “This is what falling in love with a smart-ass means, right?”
“Your ego is already above average. It’s my job to keep you in check.”
“And what’s my job?”
“What you just did. That’s your entire job.”
“I can manage that.”
I cup his stubbled cheek. “Seriously, though. I am so, so happy. Whatever happens with your contract, we’ll get through it.”
“I want you to meet my mom and Elin.”
I kiss him softly. “I would be honored.”
“I want to take you and the boys to Sweden to meet them when my season ends. We could make it into a vacation and do some fun things, too.”
My heart might burst with happiness. Every time I think he can’t possibly make me fall any harder for him, he finds a way.
“That would be incredible. But let’s not tell them until it’s closer because Coop will bounce off the walls over it every day.”
“He brings enthusiasm to every situation.”
“Ha. That’s diplomatic.” I move to the side. “I have your spunk running out of me, so if you’ll excuse me for just a second.”
I go into the bathroom and close the door, smiling. Jules for the win with the lingerie choice. We still have hours ahead of us, and I don’t think either of us plans to spend any of our time sleeping.
I want this to last. I want so badly for Magnus to be my forever. But no matter what happens, I know I did the right thing by giving him a chance.
He makes me feel beautiful and special. Jules has always been the beautiful one, but Magnus wants me. He likes that I’m a mom, even though it means we can’t have much time alone together.
He’s proof that great men do exist. And instead of worrying about the future, I’m going to enjoy every minute I get with him.