Chapter 16 #2
She grabbed takeout from a Trinidadian nouveau restaurant, thinking outside the box for her late dinner selection because Aldrich was still not a fan of Aaron Ma. Getting food from his restaurant Fusion would not set the tone she wanted.
When he landed and texted her, she didn’t answer. Sorinah was preoccupied, adding the final touches to her surprise.
The table was elegantly and romantically set for two.
More importantly, Sorinah had dressed for the occasion, donning the last set of lingerie he’d gifted her.
The blood-red bra, panty, and garter set hugged her form perfectly.
She mused that nothing he sent ever failed to fit impeccably.
How did he manage that? Even the accompanying heels felt sculpted for her feet.
In the months since their talk, his gifts had grown beyond lingerie.
She objected to the shift in tone when he sent her one of those exclusive charm bracelets that required a waitlist to obtain.
Aldrich didn’t appreciate her resistance, though he tried to sound reasonable rather than overbearing. “As part of our new arrangement, I’ll gift you things, and it’s your prerogative to do whatever you like with them.”
Sorinah completed the look with a white dress styled like a man’s shirt. Any hesitation she’d felt about greeting Aldrich at his home vanished when she saw him.
For a dickhole, he had the most devastating smile. There was no recrimination or accusation about her being in his home, though she wasn’t sure why she felt apprehensive—after all, he was the one who’d given her access to all his properties.
“You can come and go as you please,” he’d concluded in the secure email with all the details.
His surprise at finding her in his space turned into something predatory as he dropped his bag and closed the distance between them.
“Kitten,” he whispered the word like a command, his voice low and gravelly, before he pulled her into his arms with an urgency that left no room for hesitation.
His touch was demanding, electrifying, as if she owed him something and he had every intention of collecting, right then, right there.
She had planned the welcome dinner first, then a night that would leave them both breathless, but she was more than happy to adapt to this sudden change of pace.
He wrapped his hand around the column of her neck, his thumb stroking gently, sending chills down her spine. It felt so good to have him touch her again, to feel the weight of his presence. There was no trace of his usual playfulness now, only raw intent.
“I can’t wait to sink into you and feel you wrap around my dick,” he growled, the words both a promise and a threat that made her pulse race.
His eagerness was intoxicating, a thrill that coursed through her veins.
He swiftly unbuttoned her dress, his fingers nimble and impatient, pausing only to press open-mouthed kisses to each newly exposed patch of skin.
With every button, he rewarded her with the heat of his lips, suckling and licking his way down her body until she was a trembling mess.
“This set looks sexier on you than I imagined,” he murmured appreciatively as his hands roamed over her lingerie, tracing the delicate fabric with a possessive touch.
“Lie down on the couch for me,” he commanded in a low, gravelly tone that sent a shiver down her spine.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue teasing hers as his fingers tweaked her nipples into diamond-hard peaks.
Her mind spun with desire. God, Aldrich knew exactly how to make her wet.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled down the cups of her bra, freeing her breasts. He suckled one nipple, then the other, into his mouth. Her fingers dug into his curls, tugging lightly in pleasure.
While his hand made its way between her thighs, she gasped at the heat of his touch. He pushed her panties to the side.
“Fuck,” he groaned in a husky voice as his finger slipped into her core. “You’re so wet for me.” He added another finger, his movements growing more intense and teasing.
She moaned as his fingers filled her, the sensation curling her toes. He pumped into her pussy as his thumb stroked her clit with relentless precision. “Come for me,” he coaxed in a voice thick with need.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out as her release exploded through her, flooding his fingers.
“You are so hot when you come,” he said with a satisfied smirk.
“I’m always hot,” Sorinah laughed breathlessly, her humour cutting through the tension.
“True,” he agreed with a chuckle before slipping his fingers from her centre and licking them clean without breaking eye contact.
Her body was humming, a warm, sated glow spreading through her. She didn’t want to move a muscle. With hooded eyes, she watched as Aldrich freed his cock. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, her anticipation building as he slowly stroked himself.
Sorinah couldn’t help the sound of pleasure that escaped her lips. He removed a condom from his bag and slipped it on. She sighed in anticipation, her body already craving him. His moves were unhurried and calculated—a sign he was going to take her hard and fast.