Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
VIOLET
I’ve read about people who get off on humiliation, but it was never something I’m into.
Except…that’s not true. Isn’t being watched by him humiliation?
Exhibitionism, I think. Not humiliation. But now…now I can see how they go hand in hand.
I’m so turned on my thighs are wet, and my nipples ache.
Every step I take sets me spinning, and I think I’d fly off into space except for that grounding force behind me.
Cade.
The humiliation throbs through me, now, as hard as the sexual beat that starts in my clit.
Exposed. On display.
Nothing more than a thing to be ogled.
And my mind fractures, coming back together as every single step is felt completely. Each rub of slick skin against slick skin of my thighs.
The coolness in the breeze as it lifts the strands of hair around my face, kisses my nipples, and somehow making them harder, of the effect on my pussy and thighs.
It should make me uncomfortable as I walk.
And it does. But in a way that feeds into desire, that makes the beat of need in me deeper, and every single part listens for the step of Cade behind me.
I don’t hear him.
But I know he’s there.
In every fiber I feel him.
His presence surrounds me, kisses me, taunts.
Each and every step is torture, and I long for the breeze to pick up so it cools me down or touches me more. I’m not sure. All I know is I’m on fire. I burn.
I’m so aroused I’m half shocked I don’t melt or come on the spot.
Inside, my body spasms a little, sending flickers of pleasure that don’t quite do the job.
And I want someone to finger me, to plunge into me, deep, to fuck me so hard I can’t breathe.
I want a mouth on my breasts, biting, sucking. I want hands. Everywhere.
And I want his cock.
The walk takes forever. A car slows on the street.
An old man walks toward me, slowing, his eyes wide as he feasts on my breasts and pussy.
“Is she real?” he slurs to Cade or the universe.
And my entire being shimmers and throbs, and I’m honestly not sure if it’s relief that he’s drunk and probably won’t remember, or if I’m disappointed.
Then it hits me.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s the idea of him seeing me that’s hot, the fact he saw me is also excruciatingly embarrassing, and the two of them clash to bloom into a storm of eroticism I’m not sure I can even take it.
“Bad, dirty girl,” Cade murmurs, much closer than I thought. “Letting him ogle you. Did you slow down then, give him a show?”
I go to answer him, but nothing but a small, needful sound comes out.
“I bet you wanted to. So fucking filthy.”
Dear god, how can he turn me on so much? Who knew degradation could be so hot?
“I bet you really need to be fucked, don’t you, Vi?”
I want to say yes. I want to be fucked. I’m both excited and scared and almost shaking with need.
“Should I find someone?”
Then he grabs me, drags me into a space between two buildings and spins me, pushing me against the wall.
“I don’t think so. I’m greedy. I want to keep you for myself. I think, Violet, I’m going to fuck you now. But don’t you let go of that key.”
It’s in my sweaty palm, and I’d forgotten it until now, until he mentioned it. I’m holding it tight, like it’s a holy grail, and I go to say something, but he kisses me hard, tongue deep in my mouth.
He pushes his hand between my thighs, groaning into me as he fingers me roughly.
Then he pulls out, grabs my hair, and spins me so I’m facing the wall, and I have to push my fisted hands against it.
He unzips. Him in his impeccable suit, pulling out his cock. I can picture the scene we make, the naked whore and the rich man.
A shiver races through me, and my whole pussy aches with need.
But I don’t have to wait long as he plunges balls deep into me.
He starts to fuck me.
And I moan, a guttural sound.
His hand is still in my hair, gripping tight, and it’s not enough.
“Harder,” I pant. “Rougher.”
He pulls hard on my hair, his other hand lands on my hip as he pulls my ass back, forcing me to bend more. And then he lets loose, fucking me with abandon. Rough, hard slams into me.
So good it hurts until it doesn’t, until it’s wild, animalistic and I want to howl at the moon.
My whole being focuses down into the way he stretches me, hits home hard, and I tremble, my pussy pulsating, throbbing.
And then it starts, that intense pressure that builds to bursting point, and I shatter, spasming as my orgasm rocks over me, through me.
He lets go of my hair and grabs both hips, fucking me even harder, each rough thrust pushes me back to the remnants of the orgasm, and I suddenly explode in a cascade of pleasure as he cums hard.
He bites my back, my throat, panting, lips soft on my ear. And then he turns me, kissing me.
When he lifts his head, I’m dazed and floating. I clutch at him as I slowly return.
“My coat…”
“You don’t get your coat.”
That floors me. “What…?”
“You’re walking the rest of the way. Naked. So, go.”
Now I know the full meaning of humiliation. I’m turned on in a deeper way, and it thrums and twists inside me.
I start walking, his cum dripping down my leg.
And behind me is Cade. “You know, you look fucking sexy like that. Just fucked. My cum leaking out of you. Delicious.”
I still don’t know where we are, and somewhere within I understand we haven’t walked that far, but it doesn’t feel like that.
It feels like I’ve been walking miles.
“Turn here.”
I look to the left, then back at him.
To the right is the road. And the key is still in my hand.
We’re outside a an apartment building but honestly, I wouldn’t put it past this diabolical man to make me cross the road or hail a cab, or something.
“To the left, Vi. Use the key. You better not have dropped it.”
“No.” I take it from my palm where it’s left an impression. “I’m just shocked you didn’t make me cross the road.”
A wicked expression lights his dark eyes. “Do you want to do that? Would it turn you on? We can, if you want, just go back and forth until someone else sees you.”
“No.” I glare.
He grins.
The asshole clearly likes toying with me like this. What makes it worse is I like him toying with me, too.
I climb the steps to the door and put the key in the lock, turning it.
My heart is beating a wild tattoo.
But there’s no one in the foyer.
Like he said, there is both an elevator and a set of stairs.
He studies both. “Lift, I think. Press the button and call it, Vi.”
I do.
And I breathe a silent sigh that it opens immediately. I basically run in, and he follows, leaning against the back wall, looking at me. “Fifth floor.”
I let out a big breath. “Can I have my coat, please?”
“Hell, no. I said you’re walking home naked and that means until you’re in the apartment.”
“This isn’t your apartment building. Or mine.”
He raises a brow. “You want to stay naked until we get to my place? I wasn’t planning on that kind of walk, but whatever floats your boat, Vi.”
“I hate you, Cade,” I mutter.
“No, you don’t. You love every moment of this. Press the button for the fifth floor.”
I do, and the doors start to close.
He’s right. I love every—
A hand stops the doors closing, and horror hits me as a delivery guy carrying a pizza gets in. He hits the fourth-floor button and then he sees me.
The guy, from Tony’s Best, according to his cap, because I can’t look him in the eye, physically does a body double take. He actually jerks back with each long look.
I can feel where his gaze lands.
Breasts.
Pussy. Thighs.
Pussy.
Fuck. Oh, god. As the scent of pizza, the age-old aroma of stone-oven-baked dough, garlic, tomatoes, and cheese fills the elevator, he won’t quit staring, and I think my pussy flushes.
Instinctively, I squeeze my thighs and inner muscles, but all that happens is I somehow manage to push out more cum. The wetness on my skin spreads, and Cade snorts. It’s a low sound, one I’m not sure the guy hears.
Every scrap of his attention is on me.
Panic hits, and I desperately pretend I’m not naked. I practically will a hazmat suit on to my body, some kind of covering from head to toe.
“What kind of pizza is that?” I hear myself ask. “It smells so good.”
I might have lost my mind, but speaking has the effect of him looking away, and he clears his throat.
I’ve taken the mood from surreal and awkward to pure hyper awkwardness in seconds flat. And I’m pretty sure the only member of our ride through hell who isn’t feeling the pain is Cade. Because I glance at him, and he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Uh, a small cheese, small pepperoni. And a large sausage,” the delivery guy says.
“Oh, so no mushroom?”
Mushroom? What in hell is wrong with me?
And like in the bar restaurant, my mouth switches to on and won’t stop blurting words. “I love all pizza. Except ham and pineapple. I don’t like that. Do you? But all others are great. I don’t mind a grandma slice, but I prefer a good old-fashioned New York pie.”
I somehow I manage to stop.
The guy clears his throat, and it sets me off because how the hell is this elevator ride taking so long?
“But I love pepperoni.” I pause, willing myself to shut up. But I can’t. “And Italian sausage. Yep, I love sausage.”
Behind me, Cade chokes on laughter and says, “It’s true. She goes crazy for sausage. It doesn’t even have to be Italian. As long as it’s thick.”
Thank fuck the elevator dings and the car comes to a stop. The doors open, and the pizza guy basically runs out.
The moment the doors shut, Cade laughs out loud, long and hard, and I think I’m going to kill him.
I turn and punch him in the arm.
“Ow,” he says, clearly not hurt because it was a play punch.
“Seriously? Thick sausage?”
“I’m only speaking the truth.”
I point at him. “Or fantasizing about the size of your sausage.”
He laughs again. “Never had a complaint.”
“You’re getting one now.”
About the sausage or the situation?” He smiles at me so disarmingly I start to melt until I remember I’m naked. “
I sniff. “Both. Can I have my jacket?”
The elevator dings at the fifth floor, but he shakes his head. “We’re on the home stretch. Why would I give it to you now? I said when we get home.”
“But this isn’t home.”
“It’s a home.” He takes my hand, striding down the hall.
The apartment door he stops at is the second one along, and he uses another key to open it.
He turns on the light and tugs me inside, before finally giving me the coat.
I pull it on, hugging it tight, half expecting people to pop up and scream, “Surprise.”
No one does and to calm down, I look around, taking it in from the neutral furniture to the big TV to him.
This isn’t being lived in, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he expects me to move here.
But I dismiss the thought.
Cade hasn’t shown any interest in me moving out. And I don’t think he’s the kind of person to go and pick furniture for me, especially as I have my own.
This is like a starter kit, a staged place.
I look at him. “What is this?”
He shrugs, rubs a hand along the back of his neck. “Mine. I bought it.”
“Not for you. It’s a few steps down from your place. What is it? A one bedroom?”
“I got it for Jack, okay? Basic furniture, for him to rent from me, but he’s not there yet. I’m not giving him a heavily discounted place and putting the money in an account for him. Not until he gets his shit together. But since we were near, I figured…” He shrugs again. “Why not use it?”
“Can I have a shower? I don’t suppose you outfitted it with clothes for me?”
He turns and pins me with a stare. “No. I didn’t fill it with clothes for you. At my place, I’ll do that.”
“Shower?”
He relents. Slightly.
“Right there.” He points to a door next to the kitchen area. “But after you get clean, leave off the shoes stockings and coat.”
“You want me naked?” My body starts to heat again.
“I might want to keep you naked until we go, and I might want to claim you again. Once is never enough, and I’m not sure you got the lesson I’m teaching you.”
My smile keeps trying to push through as I go up to him and kiss him, pressing against his suit, letting the heat of him penetrate my flesh.
“Is that a threat, Cade?”
“Maybe.”
“Because if it is, I should let you know it’s not a very good one.”
He bites my lower lip softly. “It isn’t?”
“No. Because to me, Cade, that sounds like a dream come true.”