Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Thayer
She was jealous.
Jealous of the women I’m hiring to work for me. They aren’t even women I’d spend the night with, and yet she still let her jealousy get the best of her. It was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
She sees right through me. She breaks down every barrier I’ve ever put around me, intentionally or not. She tears down my defenses and bares me to her in ways I never knew possible.
I need to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.
I kiss her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, while she melts into my arms and moans.
I kiss her throat, her collarbone, her shoulders.
I kiss her until her head falls back and she’s putty in my hands.
I lean her back and hold her, then kiss the hardened buds of her nipples under her top, her soft skin, her soft, flat belly, and the curve of each hip.
I press my mouth to the tops of her thighs, one at a time, until she’s nearly panting, then I kiss her some more.
“Stand,” I say in a husky voice as I lift her off my lap and stand her in front of me. “Get these off.” I tug at her clothing as she does, though she moves more slowly than I do.
“Thayer,” she says in a choked voice. “What if someone sees us?”
“I locked the door,” I say, as I tug off her sweater.
“But other people have a way to open doors,” she protests.
I stand her in front of me and meet her eyes. “Am I in charge here or not?”
She swallows and nods, her eyes a bit wider. “Yes.”
I hold her chin firmly. “Do you trust me or not?”
A nod. “I do.”
“Then take your clothes off before I punish you. And that won’t be private. I’ll take you to the room of mirrors and punish you as an example of what happens to bad little girls who don’t do as they’re told.”
“You wouldn’t,” she says in a breathy whisper.
“I absolutely would.” I groan. “Fucking hard just thinking about it.”
Her clothes fall to the floor in rapid succession, one after the other.
When she’s standing in front of me naked, I reach for her and take a moment to run my hands over the curves of her shoulders, the swell of her hips.
I commit every perfect, seductive inch of her skin to memory before I give her another command.
“Do you serve me, love?”
I can tell by the flush of her cheeks this excites her. “Yes, sir.”
“Then undress me.”
With gentle hands, she removes my clothes slowly and purposefully. Mine join hers. It’s warm in here, spacious, and comfortable. I want to make love to her.
What she doesn’t know yet is the structure of Le Luxe. While this room for community use is professionally cleaned and disinfected multiple times a day, it’s the epicenter of multiple themed rooms, each with a different purpose.
I kiss each palm of her hands before I place them on my back. I rise with her wrapped around me, the warmth of her body and soft feel of her skin the most sensual thing in the world. I know where I’m taking her.
We kiss while we walk, gently and intently. I cup her ass in my hands and hers wrap around my neck. When we arrive at the door, I press my thumb to a small panel. It slides open.
When we walk into the room, I feel her stiffen.
“Thayer,” she whispers.
“No one can see you, I promise.”
“It doesn’t feel that way…”
“It’s not supposed to.”
The Garden Room is made entirely of frosted one-way glass. Below my feet, we’re suspended over flowers and greenery, a garden tapestry. Looking out behind her, we can see the blue of the sky and a hint of the mountains of Adjaccio.
There isn’t a single bed in this room but one large, custom-made Tantra chair. Enrobed in buttery soft matte leather, the curve of the chair lends itself to a variety of different positions. I want our first time together to be memorable.
Wind howls outside the window, but it’s warm and comfortable in here.
I walk us to the chair and sit, my legs straddling each side. The curve of the chair cups my back as I draw her down across my body.
“This is amazing,” she breathes. “No one can see us, you’re sure?”
I give her ass a little smack. “You heard me the first time. Are you questioning me?”
“No,” she breathes. “No, sir.”
I stare into her eyes. “I want to explore you. I want to show you what your body’s capable of. But right now I want to make love to you, Savannah.”
She nods. “I want that, too. So much.”
Leaning in, she whispers soft words in my ear as I explore her body.
“You’re so damn sexy, Thayer,” she murmurs as I run my hands over her back, her ass, the soft, sweet spot where her ass meets her legs.
“Come here,” I whisper as I hold her against me.
I reach into the small pocket on the side of the chair and remove a remote.
With a click of a button, ivory candles in varying heights, arranged on a circular glass table in the corner of the room, begin to flicker.
Another and the soft sound of a violin begins.
The air, thick with anticipation, smells of fresh flowers.
I’ve done everything I know to make this experience delight the senses.
The air sparks with electricity as we explore each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths, kissing and licking, biting and suckling. I taste her nipples and she licks mine, I finger her pussy and she glides along my cock, she strokes my biceps and I nestle my hands in the small of her back.
“I want you in me,” she whispers, her gaze fixed on mine.
“I don’t want to rush things,” I say, as I trail my hand down the length of her back. “I want to remember everything.”
A corner of her lips twitches. “You don’t have a video camera recording this somewhere?”
“Well,” I tease her with a wink. I cup the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. “No, baby. Not this time. But I can arrange that.”
“Would you?” she asks in a husky whisper. “I would love that.”
Her response sends a thrill through me. She’s kinky as fuck and I’m here for it.
“Of course. You name it, Savannah. I want to hear your fantasies. I want to make them real.”
I love the sound of her laugh as she looks at me and shakes her head. “I didn’t even know I had as many fantasies as I do until you. You seem to sort of—spark the imagination, one might say.”
“Funny,” I say, as I play with her hair, my body heating with the press of her skin against mine, the sensation of the chair’s low vibration intensifying every stroke of her fingers and touch of her lips.
Accentuating the way she fits against me, molded to my body.
“I was just thinking the same damn thing.”
The curve of the chair folds her into me perfectly. Her legs over mine, her pussy lined up with my cock. I lift her hips as I glide through her hot, wet folds, and position her over me with a thrust. Her perfect cry of bliss makes me pulse inside her as her sex grips me. Fuck.
I groan in pleasure, moving her hips so she rides me. In this position, her nipples are so close, I can’t help but lean over and lick them as I lift her up and down on my cock again. I’ll remember her moan of ecstasy as long as I live.
Energy passes between us in currents, as our bodies become one. The slow, sensual pleasure between us builds with every second that passes. I whisper in her ear, and she whispers in mine. I tell her she’s beautiful. She’s an angel. I tell her how good she feels, how much I want her.
“You’re mine,” I whisper when her breathing hitches on the verge of a climax. “Mine,” I repeat, when the first spasm of pleasure makes her shudder, and she throws her head back in ecstasy. “Mine,” I say, as my powerful climax crests with hers.
I realize with sudden clarity the one thing I’ve tried to avoid has happened.
I love Savannah.