Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Waverly
When the shop opened, I got a text from Jade: Grump Level Ten.
Today will be rough for Lukas, and I’m annoyed with myself for not putting it together sooner. He’s flying today, so of course he’s going to be a wreck. Once he gets to LA he’ll be fine, but he’s never enjoyed airports.
I wave at Jade as I come in with a tote. Ugh, am I really turning into this girl? Pop in for random surprises. I was never like this for anyone else.
Jade puts down her phone and shakes her head. “It’s so freaking bad.”
“How’s he doing?”
“Worse if you can believe it.” Jade shivers.
“Let me handle it.” I walk behind the counter and knock on his office door. I can hear him stomping around.
The door flings open and he shouts, “What is it, Jade?” Then he blinks at me like he’s buffering, the sharp angry lines on his face soften as his voice drops into a sweeter tone clearly not reserved for his receptionist. “Love, what are you doing here?”
I duck under his arm and step into his office “Your flight leaves in four hours, right?”
“Uh-huh,” he says.
“But you don’t need to be at the airport for another two, and you finished all your work an hour and a half ago, which leaves you with a weird amount of time where you can’t start anything or finish anything. I’m assuming you haven’t gotten over your flying anxiety?”
He stares at me.
I wait for him to answer.
He squints his eyes and says, “Not really,” then inhales and crosses his arm over his chest. “So, you figured you would come check on me. Waverly, what part of I take care of you don’t you get?”
I knew this was coming. “Oh, I know.” I lift the tote, like Little Red Riding Hood staring at the wolf. “But I thought you’d be curious about what’s inside?” I shake the bag and he seems unphased. “Lots of cool stuff in here.” He lifts his chin to try to peer inside. I love it when he pretends not to care and I crack his cool guy candy-coated shell.
He closes the door and locks it. “Are you sure you’re not here for a quickie?”
I put the tote on his desk. “Believe it or not, I enjoy your company. Your sexy hands, lips, and body art are sprinkles to an otherwise amazing Lukas sundae. But today I’m just here for your companionship of the non-sexual variety.”
There’s a tiny grin leaking from the corner of his lips. “Fine.” He considers this situation for a moment. “What’s in the bag?”
I pull out each object one at a time and place them in his hands. “A sudoku book, a blank notebook, some colored pencils, which, while not professional quality, come in this cool travel pouch.” He’s about to say something but I stop him. “Plus there’s a list of twenty different drawing prompts, so you can stay distracted the whole time.” I dig through the tote and pull out the second to last item, putting it behind my back. My index finger hovers by his lips before I slide it across the front of his body. “Deep, deep, deep down, even though you say you hate them,”—I poke his belly button—“you love Dad Jokes.” I thrust the book into his overflowing hands. “And some cupcakes.” But I don’t bother to pull those out of the bag.
He carefully stacks each item on his desk, like each was holier than the last. “And you did all this because you remembered I hate to travel?”
I nod. “The day before you left, you were always in a pissy mood.”
He steps into my space, placing both hands on my shoulders. “And you don’t think that was because I’d have to wait ten months before I got to see you again?”
I think about this, but say, “Nope. You hate people, and you don’t like going anywhere.”
I win another tiny Lukas smirk. He grabs my ass and lifts me up, and I throw my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. “I think you need some attention.” He kisses me and I melt a little.
“I didn’t come here for this,” I say as his lips caress my neck. I lean back to grant him better access.
His teeth graze the tender skin, and I moan unintentionally. “I know, but I like to reward good behavior.” He squeezes my cheeks harder as he adjusts me, and his cock presses into my stomach. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“I mean, I’m not about to turn it down,” I say before I kiss him.
He adjusts again, indicating for me to stand. Once both feet are on the ground, he has my shirt over my head and tossed on the floor seconds later. He takes off my shoes, pushes my leggings down around my ankles, and has me step out. I’m standing in his office in my bra and panties with only the drywall separating me from the rest of his studio.
“We’re in public,” I say, but the thrill of it awakens every cell in my body.
He leads me to the other side of his desk and sits in his massive chair. It’s one of those high-back leather ones with armrests and wheels. Very fancy.
He motions with his finger for me to sit on the desk then opens a drawer and pulls out leg cuffs.
“You have sex toys at work?”
Hmm. I mean, I guess he’s been in the lifestyle for a little while, and he’s obviously had other partners. But that he’s constantly prepared at his business with sex toys is a little disconcerting.
As he cuffs one to my ankle, he explains, “So I put these in my Amazon cart the day after you came over, but I also threw in some stuff for the shop and had it sent here.” He cuffs the other side to the armrest on his chair. “My mistake, your benefit.” He does the same thing to the other ankle and arm rest. I’m sitting on his desk with my legs chained to his chair. Lukas has a very up close and personal view.
As he folds his hands and puts them on his lap, his eyes darken. “Tell me about what gets you off.”
My eyes feel like they might pop out of their sockets. “What?”
He repeats, slower this time, “When you are trying to get yourself off, what are you thinking about.”
I bite my lower lip, considering what to say. “But, why?”
“Because I want to know. And you’re going to touch yourself while you tell me.” He shifts his shoulders into the plush back of the chair. There’s no hint he’s joking, only waiting for me to answer.
I’m not one hundred percent all in, and I’m embarrassed. What if he doesn’t like what I’m going to say? Or he thinks it’s weird?
Lukas’s face softens. “You’re lost in your head, again. Are you feeling self conscious?”
I nod.
“Words are hard, I understand, and this is personal. It’s a huge risk for you.” He starts to uncuff my ankles from the chair.
“No. I like this,” I protest, wiggling my ankle to make the chain jingle. My stupid insecurity monster pokes his head out of the back of my mind. “It’s just, what if it’s not what you’re into.”
He unfolds his hands and places them on my thighs. “Love, there’s nothing you can say that will make me run away.”
I guess I didn’t realize how open minded he could be. Or maybe everyone else is closed minded. I can’t pinpoint it right now. “All of it, or just the key points?”
“The whole thing.” His gaze never wavers. “When you’re comfortable, I want you to touch yourself, but over your panties. Understand?”
I nod and swallow, trying to get myself in the right headspace and formulate the images in my mind. “So, I’m standing, wearing a see-through slip dress. It’s silky and tight at the same time. It makes it a little hard to breathe because it’s constricting.”
“Are you alone, or are there people watching?” he asks, and it sort of blows my mind.
Normally, I’m in a white void and a bed pops up whenever I need it to, but I change the setting, and I instantly feel flush.
“There’s a glass window separating me from a crowd. There’s a bed in the center of the room and the carpeting is soft and fluffy. It’s probably a nightmare to clean, but who cares? I’m not the one cleaning it.” I watch the smirk form on the corners of his lips. Victory and a boost of confidence. “You’re standing in front of me, wearing jeans, like you are now, and I drop to my knees.”
He holds up his hand. Is he going to keep interrupting me? “Love, you don’t need to include me in your fantasy.”
I tilt my head, why is he being humble? “But that’s how it goes. The other guy switches around, but you’re always the one I think about.”
The change in his face is subtle, the smirk falls into something more honest, like everything bumped up a level. His expression darkens as he swallows, but his stare intensifies. “I’ll stay quiet then.”
“Thank you. Anyway, I unzip your fly, and you’re hard and ready for me. I suck your cock, and you grab my hair.” Now that I’ve had the experience in real life, it amplifies the excitement for me.
I start to rub my index and middle finger over the front of my panties. Lukas gives me a little nod of approval as I continue. “But from behind me there’s another man. He lifts my dress and rubs my ass softly while my lips and tongue work on you. Your groans turn me on. And the other man slides his fingers between my legs and touches me. He tells you how wet I am.”
In real life my fingers move faster, and the rest of my body feels like I’m on fire. Lukas watches me even more intently.
“The other guy starts to finger me, circling my clit with his thumb while he reaches around my body to play with my breast. Each one of my moans sends a shockwave toward you and it makes you groan in pleasure. You finally come, but spray on my dress across my breasts.”
While my right hand works my clit, my left hand starts to play with my breasts, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples. Lukas remains still, but he’s watching everything I do.
“Then you lift me and carry me to the bed. Both you and the other guy take turns going down on me. While one of you is licking my pussy and fingering me, the other is kissing me and focusing on all the other parts I like—my neck, my breasts, my mouth. Once one of you gets me off, you switch. The order doesn’t matter who goes first or second.”
In real life, the faster I move my fingers the more my clit throbs and pulses, but no relief is coming. I know what happens next in the fantasy, and my whole body ignites at once. Lukas has one hand on his cock, rubbing against his jeans, and it spurs me on.
“I climb on top of you and ride you. You keep telling me how beautiful I am, how much you want me, how I’m the only one who makes you feel this good. But the other guy gets lonely and comes up from behind. You and I move slower as he lubes his cock and takes me in the ass. The three of us move together, giving and taking as much as we can. I feel beautiful and adored as the three of us come within seconds of each other.”
My panties are getting wetter, but I’m not nearly close enough to come in real life. Mostly I’m getting frustrated and, with the fantasy over, I’m not sure what else to add. “Um, we all crawl into bed and snuggle and the people watching applaud.”
It’s a lifetime before Lukas finally speaks. “That was wonderful, love. I’m very proud of you.” Those words alone make my fingers move faster, but he reaches forward and grabs my wrist. “I’ll take it from here.” He moves my hands to my inner thighs and opens his top drawer. “I have two questions for you, if you’re ready to talk about them.”
I’m not, but my stomach drops when he takes out old school gonna-do-a-murder-then-make-a-quilt scissors.
“Don’t move,” he says and he slides the icy metal between my soft, warm skin and the elastic of my panties. The scissors snap shut and the elastic comes free like it’s been in a prison all day. Before I can protest, he’s cut the other side too.
“I liked that pair,” I practically pouted.
“I’ll buy you more, but I’m taking these with me to LA.” He grabs the frayed fabric and puts it in his pocket, returning the scissors back to their hiding spot.
Now I’m spread wide in front of him, exposed. He licks the side of my inner thigh but stops at the peak. He takes a deep breath in and moans. “Fuck, Waverly, you’re amazing.”
“What are your two questions?”
“Why did you let the stranger give you anal sex?” As I am reeling from the question, he licks my opening. My brain stops as he uses his mouth to send me closer to the edge without giving me the relief I need.
“Um, because in my head the other guy has a much smaller dick than you.” I gasp between the flicking of his tongue. I must get the answer right because he goes in harder. “And because I don’t want to get pregnant by a stranger.”
His tongue stops and he lifts his head. “Even in your fantasies, you’re afraid to get pregnant?”
“By a stranger,” I reiterate.
I can only see the top of his head and it’s hard to tell his emotions when he says, “You fantasize about me getting you pregnant?”
“No! I fantasize about you and very naughty sex, but if something happened, I’d rather have a fictional fantasy baby with you than a stranger. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. I’m very flattered.”
His warm breath fans the fires between my legs. I’m about to suggest he show me how flattered he is by finishing what he started, but his lips clamp onto my clit and he starts sucking while he inserts a finger. Very good. Excellent. Gold Star. S-level amazing. The pressure starts building and I lose control of my gasping moans. “Oh, God, Lukas!” I cry as waves of pleasure hit me in a slow and lingering roll.
He finally leaves his spot between my legs and leans back in the chair like he’s evaluating the performance and asks “Second question.” He could ask me anything right now and I would tell him the truth. I nod as my body sinks from its high. “Have you ever done anal before?”
I shake my head. It’s something I’m sort of interested in, but want the ability to back out of at any time. And that takes a lot of trust. Not something I’ve felt in any other relationship.
Lukas reaches under the desk and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid. “Like I said, I had it shipped to the wrong place.” He pours some on his finger and then it vanishes from my view. I feel him start tracing the outside of me, but not entering. He’s teasing me. I’m about to complain when his finger moves south. Oh. It’s around the soft, puckered skin. “How does this feel?” He circles around but never enters.
Good question. My brain screams no, but my body doesn’t hate it. “I’m not supposed to like this.”
His gaze never wavers, constantly assessing what’s too much, what’s the right amount. “But do you?” He continues his rotations about the entrance before pushing through the barrier.
“Gah.” It’s not my most attractive sound. The intrusion is more of distraction and a shock, my body senses a difference, as if everything else is amplified.
“I like it,” I whisper, surprising myself with the confession.
With his free hand, he unzips his pants and pushes them down, his cock ready and at attention. Instant excitement hits me. He has to be inside of me. Now.
“Please,” I whisper.
He positions himself between my legs, his other hand still on my ass. “No.” He presses his forehead to mine. “When I fuck you, you’re mine forever. We’re not ready.”
I’m crushed with disappointment, but it doesn’t last long because he crashes his mouth to mine and kisses me. It takes my breath away. His cock slides on my slit, rubbing against my clit. His finger continues to do its magical thing while he grinds against me.
It’s too many sensations. Our bodies pressed together, each highly sensitive part alive with friction. I hold back my screams and cries. I’m so close to coming, I don’t know what to do.
He grunts and groans while whispering in my ear, “You’re such a good girl. My dirty, good girl.” His hips move fast and hard against the sensitive area. “Do you want to come on my cock?”
It’s not a matter of wanting it. It’s already happening before he finishes his sentence, and I cry out his name like it’s a prayer.
He keeps grinding away as my body goes rigid and weak before he moans my name and shudders. There’s a hot spray on my stomach.
We both came into his office during the middle of the day with only one wall of sheetrock between us and his clients. I told him my fantasies and he made it happen in a small way. Really, I came by to say goodbye and to tell him to have a safe trip, but this was a billion times better.
Apparently, he also keeps wet wipes on his desk and he starts cleaning both of us up. He unhooks the cuffs and picks me up to lay me on his lap. Lukas wraps his arms around me, humming a song I’ve never heard.
He pulls me into his chest and kisses my forehead. “Waverly, no one cares about me the way you do.”
I think it’s meant to be a compliment, but it breaks my heart instead. “I’m sorry you’ve been alone for so long.”
I’m with people all the time and yet I’m also alone. With him, that loneliness empties and vanishes. He takes care of me in ways I never knew I needed. I try to nuzzle in closer, but our bodies are already pressed together as far as we can go.
“Would you like my cupcake?” he asks.
“No, it’s for you.”
We hold each other in silence, listening to each other’s heartbeats.
“Thank you for sharing your fantasy with me. I know it must’ve been really scary.”
I laugh. “Well, you rewarded my bravery. I should be thanking you.”
His phone buzzes and he sighs. It must be time for him to get ready to leave. He redresses me but without my thong. It feels weird to wear leggings without it. Naughty.
As he gathers his care package and bags, he pauses while I put on my coat. “Hey, who’s the other guy?”
I laugh. “Oh, it’s kinda interchangeable between one of the actors of The Knights of the Night and some music producer named Grae. He’s super-hot and writes a lot of Amanda Chase’s music.”
Lukas blinks at me a few times and then gathers his bags again. “You’ve got interesting taste.” He wraps his arm around me. “I happen to be flying out to LA to tattoo Grae this week. I could lay the groundwork.”
All blood flow stops. The world flips. And words come flying out before I can stop them. “Red. Red. Maroon. RED! No. No. No.” I shake my head violently. “No.”
Lukas jumps back a little, his eyes wide with twinges of panic. “Ok, that’s fine.” He scrubs the back of his head. “Can you talk to me about it?”
I step as far away from him as I can and start pacing. “First of all, it’s fun because it’s a fantasy. Like, logically, I know he’s a real person, but as soon as he becomes real real, the fantasy changes. It means he has feelings and emotions. It stops being about my fun selfish desires and starts being about the three of us.” I motion in the space between us. “This started like fifteen seconds ago, and you’re gonna throw someone else into the mix?”
He throws his hands up. “Whoa, no, not at all. I figured since I was going out there, I would let you know. For the future. I don’t need another person in this.” His voice drops. “But if this fantasy is something important to you to explore or try, then I would try to make it happen.”
Oh my God, he’s the sweetest. He’s wonderful and he has way more faith in my sexual capabilities then I do at this point. I take a deep breath. “I fantasized about having a Pegasus, flying around in the air, but that doesn’t mean I want horse shit landing on my car.” I take a step closer to him. “It’s fun because it’s not real. There are no consequences.” I place my hands on his cheeks. “You’re the only one I want to be with.”
His concern vanishes as he relaxes into my hand. “Got it, loud and clear. Excellent communication.”
Still, there’s a tiny voice in my head that wonders, “What’s Grae like?”
Lukas gives me a side-eye followed by the tiniest smirk. “He’s sweet, and funny, and the pictures never do him justice.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
Lukas kisses my forehead. “Really, you couldn’t have picked a better second.” He squeezes my hands and steps back to grab his bag. “I don’t need another partner, nor am I interested in one. But if you’re twisting my arm, he might be on the list.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip and twist my fingers for a second. “So, over time our greens, yellows and reds might change, right?”
He hitches his bag on his shoulder. “Of course.”
“Okay, I’m still a red, but maybe in a year or two I’ll be an orange.” I shrug and look anywhere but at him.
There’s a lightness to his voice I haven’t heard in a while. “Oh, a year or two, huh? Are you doing some long-term planning there?”
“What!” Oh no, what have I done? I shove my weight against him, but he doesn’t move. A second try earns me a step closer to the door. “No. Um, you have a flight to catch, you should go. Now!”
He huffs a few quick breaths of air out of his nose, like Alana does when she’s kinda laughing, before his lips press against mine. “I’ll call you when I land.”