Chapter 4 #2
On this night, I could be anyone I wanted to be. I’d chosen to be a vixen, something I had no business being. But if he was disappointed, I wouldn’t know it.
Yet there was no doubt in my mind he required absolute control.
His tongue was as unforgiving as the man himself, lapping up every ounce of cream while continuing to thrust his fingers deep inside. I twisted in his hold, no longer the quiet mouse I’d been before. Now my sounds equaled his, torturous in the near desperate need for more.
A single climax rolled into another, a spectacular wave that left me aching all over.
With every scattered breath I took, he pressed his moist lips against my leg. I kept my eyes closed, every shudder keeping me on the delicious precipice.
Another moment of feeling as if I was floating brought my umpteenth nervous laugh. He had a way of keeping me anxious. Not by intent but by his presence alone.
As soon as he eased me to the floor, I sensed him rising to his feet. Only when he was towering over me did I dare open my eyes. I had no idea what to expect.
“Close your eyes for me.” Every command he issued was not to be questioned. I did as I was told, finding it immensely appealing to be so obedient. Every movement heightened my senses. He pressed his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward.
With only a few steps taken, he stopped me from moving forward.
He had full control over me, his presence only inches behind both oppressive and exciting.
I sensed he was still testing me, even encouraging me with his subtle gestures to misbehave.
Another refusal.
I had much more self-control than he could ever understand.
With every touch of his fingers, the swirl of heat we’d shared became more oppressive. He rolled two down my spine, crowding my space until the friction from the material covering the thick bulge caused a moan.
Another deep chuckle as if he’d won a point.
With very deliberate actions, he lifted one arm over my head then the other, placing my hands on a cool surface. Glass. In realizing I was standing in front of the massive set of windows, I was instantly pushed way past my comfort zone.
He’d purposely baited me with the question of whether anyone was watching our moment of shared carnal sin. Now that’s all I could think about, wondering if anyone in the hotels and closest apartments across the street were looking. If they had binoculars or a telescopic lens.
I was paying so much attention to the scenarios in my head I hadn’t realized he’d obviously walked away. There were no footsteps, no sounds of any kind other than the tickling cello strings of the haunting classical piece.
Seconds ticked away, one after the other. Slowing down as the time passed.
It was so tempting to disobey him, opening my eyes.
But I didn’t.
The addition of a grand piano, bold and vibrant.
A crescendo that matched the rapid beating of my pulse.
A powerful ending, haunting and gothic.
Then silence.
As if a record coming to an end, there were tiny scratching noises that added to the anticipation.
Then activity, footsteps approaching. Heavier this time. Almost as if coming from another person.
Yet he’d never share.
Then I sensed he was right behind me as he’d been before, only the heat radiating between us was different. As if devoid of the mask of his clothing.
How I longed to see his naked body, yet this was a game, and one that needed to remain intact through the evening. Something told me I didn’t need to know his real identity. Or for him to learn mine.
Which was likely why I’d kept the different voice in my masquerade, fearful of trusting anyone.
The weight of his attention lingered, settling over me as if a physical touch, yet more powerful. Was he deciding what to do with me? A sudden flurry of nerves threatened to ruin the evening. He wouldn’t do that. Would he?
Every inch of skin prickled.
My pulse quickened until the sound echoed in my ears.
The beats ticked on. Another musical selection.
Another moment of concern.
A single bead of perspiration tickled my upper lip.
His scent was stronger than before. Woodsy and intoxicating. Exotic spices and something more provocative.
More dangerous.
A tiny trickle of fear captivated my attention. Swirling in my stomach.
Thump. Thump.
Thump. Thump.
My God. What the hell was the man waiting for?
Uncomfortable as hell, my thighs clenched, juice clinging to my skin. The radiation of control continued, adding to the tidal wave of desire.
Just when I was certain I couldn’t handle the anxiety or the anticipation any longer, he finally spoke.
“Un ange magnifique mais perdu.”
A beautiful but lost angel.
“You’re wrong on both,” I managed. “I’m no angel and I’m right where I want to be.”
“You speak another language.” His voice was grittier than before.
“Does that surprise you?”
“Nothing about you surprises me. Stay still.”
Another command.
Which I obeyed.
“Open your eyes.”
In being allowed something so simple, I was the one rewarded with a silhouette of his maddeningly handsome physique. With a single drop of my gaze, I sucked in and held my breath. He was chiseled creation straight from the Greek deity. Perfect in every way.
I studied his reflection in the glass, marveling at what features I could bask on. Including the smile ghosting across his lips.
He studied me in return, the mask covering half his face unable to hide the flicker of amusement in his eyes.
As he’d done before, he was testing me.
A tiny shiver slipped down my spine.
“Are you ready to give me what I require?” His question wasn’t laced in formality. When I hesitated, his gaze fell over me, more slowly this time.
Calculating. Perhaps what I was willing to do.
Or willing to endure.
“What do you require?”
Where he was controlling before, there was a slight change, as if the acts of passionate foreplay were over.
“Full obedience.”
The knot in my stomach expanded, butterflies floating free. “I can do that.”
He raked the backs of his fingers down my side, concentrating on the ticklish spot just underneath my right breast. “Good girl. Now, tell me what you’re willing to do.”
The question was weighted, calculated. Just like the man and his decision to bring me here. A complete stranger. The heat of him was suddenly overwhelming.
“Everything.”
His deep breath was followed by his entire jaw clenching. “Be careful what you’re willing to provide. No limitations. No refusals. Once we start, you’re mine for the rest of the evening.”
We hadn’t already started?
“And after that?”
“I think you know the answer.”
Yes, I did and in truth, I didn’t need or want to hear him say it. This wasn’t reality. This was merely a fantasy fulfilled. “Understood.” I no longer recognized my voice and not from an attempt to disguise it.
“Then is that what you want, what you’re willing to give? All of you without hesitation?”
He finally lifted his gaze, capturing my eyes with his.
“Yes.”