Chapter 23 Blake
BLAKE
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit!
I can’t contain my excitement as I burst into the house. Cal jumps in his seat at the table, the lesson plans closest to him fluttering to the floor.
“You’re never going to believe what happened today,” I blurt out as the door slams behind me, closing the distance between us before grabbing his face and kissing him hard and thoroughly and exactly the way I know he likes.
“Something good?” he pants, the words coming out dreamily as I step back and nod.
“Really good. I mean, I have plans for us later and so I was already excited.”
“What plans?”
“The kind where I get you naked and edge you until you agree to anything I want.” I let my gaze drag over his body and he blushes, no doubt remembering a similar situation the other night that had left us both sated and unable to move.
He gulps. “What’s the other thing?”
“You love art. I’m sure you keep up with things like that, right?”
“Things like art?” he asks skeptically and I have to laugh, this development so unexpected I can barely believe it’s real.
“There’s this elusive artist, VinCo, that people in my parents’ circle have been obsessed with for years. No one knows who it is and as far as I understand, they stopped doing commission pieces. I think the last one that was donated was a couple of years ago.”
“That’s interesting,” Cal says, with a tilt to his head.
“Have you heard of them?”
“Sure, but I’ve never been to one of those fancy galas.”
I roll my eyes at the implied you rich people attend but continue.
“So there’s only one way to contact whoever it is and we reached out and they agreed.
” I beam at him. “Do you have any idea how much of an impact that single donation will make? I know people think galas are a waste of money with the expensive dinner and venue, but that one painting will probably cover the entire thing and then some.”
“It’s really not easier to just ask your rich associates to donate to the cause?”
“People want to feel important. They want to look important and some just want what others don’t have.”
“Like a VinCo painting.”
“Exactly. It’s a huge win.”
“I’m happy for you; that sounds amazing. I know you’ve been working hard to get everything ready.”
“I have. And now…” I let my voice drop as I stalk back over to him and hold out my hand. He takes it and I pull him up from his chair. “I want to celebrate.”
“And what does that involve?” He shudders as I drag my fingertips down his spine and between the crease of his cheeks.
“I have a vibrating plug I want you to put in. There’s an app that connects to my phone that controls the speed and intensity.”
“Then what?” he rasps and I give him a devilish smirk.
“Then I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard, prop up your hips, and suck your cock until you’re delirious for me.”
“So, you haven’t thought this out at all…” he manages as his blush deepens, obviously trying to add some levity to the conversation.
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about,” I growl, dipping my head until we’re eye level before gentling my tone and asking, “unless you don’t want that?”
“Oh, I do. I’m just trying to remember if there’s work left for me to do tonight that requires any kind of brain cells.”
“What’s the verdict?”
He gulps then licks his lips, like he’s readying himself to be at my mercy. “I’m all yours.”
CAL
My heart is pounding as I walk into my bedroom, the one we’ve been sharing since the night we made pottery. There hadn’t been any over-the-top discussion about it; we simply decided not to sleep apart.
Blake is shirtless, his body turning toward me as I pad across the wood floor. I flush as his gaze rakes over me, the approval in his eyes intensifying when I gasp and startle, the plug suddenly vibrating inside me.
Oh my God.
Even on a low setting, I’m already hurtling toward the edge, the anticipation more than I can bear.
I’d been distracted and completely missed the phone in his hand, a wolfish grin playing on his lips as he taps the device and the vibration stops.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
Glancing toward the headboard, I see the restraints already secured and waiting to be wrapped around my wrists.
“I’ve never…” I start, licking my lips as I catch him squeezing himself through his slacks in my periphery.
Damn, that’s hot.
“Me either,” Blake murmurs, “but I promise I’ll take care of you.”
Releasing a shaky breath, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor.
As much as I am about to be completely owned by him, I can’t help but feel powerful in this moment.
Blake is watching me with the most deliciously feral look in his eyes, like he can’t wait to get his hands—and mouth—on me.
This is how he wants to celebrate.
It’s a hell of an ego boost, and I take my time undoing my belt, his hand gripping his cock as he groans, watching every move I make.
I do that to him.
But would he feel the same if he knew I’m VinCo? Would he still want this?
It’s a question for another time because I refuse to ruin this one.
When I’m naked, he nods toward the bed and I crawl on. The plug starts vibrating right before I can flip onto my back, leaving me momentarily paralyzed with pleasure on my hands and knees. Blake’s palm comes down on my ass cheek while he squeezes and fondles the other.
I have no idea when he got behind me but all I want is more.
I want whatever this game is—whatever this feeling is taking over my senses.
I want him to do everything he promised and I want it now.