Chapter 2
Imake my way up to the penthouse after another short freak-out with Sally. She makes sure my phone is charged, assures me that the resort staff works twenty-four hours a day, and reminds me she’s just a phone call away if I need help.
It’s not that I’m scared of the guy. Not exactly. It’s just hard not to feel like I’m a walking lie, going up to the man”s room with an invisible load of baggage that he for sure, one thousand percent would want to know about if given the option.
Baggage that would change his mind about our little rendezvous.
“All the more reason to keep your mouth shut,” Sally told me before disappearing into the night a little while earlier.
I suppose she’s right, although if my goal for talking to Ben was to tell him off for raising such a douchebag son, then what is my sleeping with him going to accomplish? It’s not like I’m going to tell Ainsley about it to make him jealous. Am I?
I shake the thought off quickly. I’m really not like that.
So why the fuck am I here?
I rise from the white chaise lounge where I collapsed after entering the penthouse to do my brooding. I should just go.
I should definitely go. The fog of insanity that apparently overtook me at the bar has lifted, and I can see this decision for the terrible one that it is.
I head for the front door.
“Going somewhere?”
I spin to find Ben standing across the room, making a drink at the low, wood sideboard next to a set of open patio doors.
“Oh…yeah.”
He lifts his eyebrows and holds out a glass. I can see now that he was making a drink for me. It looks an awful lot like the mojito I was drinking downstairs.
Don’t go over there and take it, Victoria. You’re leaving.
But what could one drink hurt?
I walk over and take the glass from him, not meeting his eyes. My purse dangles from my shoulder.
“Did you think I wasn’t coming?”
I shake my head, still avoiding his eyes. It”s not hard. There’s plenty to look at in the incredible room now that I take a moment to look at something other than my own terrible life choices. The view. The pool. The freaking bed.It’s breathtaking.
“You thought I was coming and decided to leave before that happened.”
The confident woman from the bar seems to have abandoned me. I shrug.
“You’ve changed your mind.” The statement from Ben is so final, so resigned, I can’t help but look up to see the expression that goes with it. He looks calm enough. His sad eyes from earlier are still gone, thank god. He just looks…pensive.
Why that is so hot, I can’t even begin to process, but it is.
He”s looking at me like I’m an expensive piece of art. Something he plans to admire. Enjoy. Not like a man who’s going to try to talk me into sleeping with him with vague insinuations about a future relationship.
My purse slips from my shoulder to my hand. “I was just…This is kind of a lot for me.”
He cocks his head to the side. “First time?”
My eyes go a bit wide, and he smiles. “First time getting taken up to a hotel room after flirting in a resort bar?” he clarifies.
I nod.
“Well, if you choose to stay, it would be my honor to show you the ropes.”
Well, shit.
Just his words send desire coursing through my body. What this man is offering, promising, I want it so bad. When was the last time I was really and truly taken care of by a man? Um, never. And here is this one, easily the most handsome man on the planet, offering me a night of…whatever he wants.
Hell, I bet he won’t even make me choose what we do.
It’s that thought that sends me over the edge. “Okay.”
“Okay you’ll stay?”
“Maybe just for one drink?” My voice comes out soft and unsure. I have got to find the confidence I had earlier if I’m going to make it through tonight.
Ben glances down at the glass in my hand, and I follow his gaze.
Empty.
How the hell did that happen?
When I look up, he’s watching me again. “Why don’t you come over here.”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
I walk over and set my glass down on the bar. I set my purse down next to it.
And then, like I’m on death row, I walk slowly until I’m inches from the man. I can feel the heat of him, even in this tropical weather. He’s a dark sun—pulling me in.
He doesn’t touch me at first, simply walks all the way around my body. I follow him with my eyes as long as I can, and then spin my head to watch him come around the other side. He looks me up and down, an expression of pure desire written across his handsome features.
“Perfection.”
I say nothing.
“You know, when I asked if it was your first time leaving the bar with someone, I should have told you that it may as well be mine.”
My eyes lift to his at this unexpected statement. He offers another of those small, tight-lipped smiles.
“I don’t make a habit of picking up young women in bars.”
“I’m not that young.”
“You are plenty young.”
“Do you want to see my ID?” I feel a bit of my fire coming back as I grow more comfortable with his proximity. With our very private situation.
The smile grows just a bit as he shakes his head. “No. The fact that you were drinking in one of my bars is proof enough for me.”
His words bring back the memory of my first time at one of The White Sand’s bars. I had to run home to get my driver’s license after being denied entry without it, something that had never happened to me outside of the US. This man and his rules must have been the reason for that.
I wonder what other rules he has.
Probably has one about sleeping with his son’s exes.
I shake off that thought and look up to find Ben watching me curiously.
“What?” I ask.
“Just curious.”
“About me?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want to know?”
“What changed your mind?”
“About waiting here for you? Or about staying just now?”
“Staying.”
I bite my lip as I consider what to say. There are so many ways I could play this night, so many ways this could go.
But there’s only one way I want.
“I thought you might…tell me what to do.”
“And that’s what you want?”
I nod, unable to make myself speak.
He considers me, taking a step back and folding his arms. “Men your age don’t tell you what to do enough?”
“Never.”
He raises his eyebrows.
“They can never make decisions about anything. I feel like their mother.”
That earns me a soft laugh, and I look up into his eyes once more.
They’re on fire.
“Letting go of control can be a dangerous game, Victoria.”
“You seem pretty trustworthy.”
Another breathy laugh and Ben shakes his head. “I guess that much is true. But I don’t like the idea of you picking up guys in bars and then going up to hotel rooms with them so they can order you around.”
Just the hint of displeasure from him about my behavior—the concern he feels about my safety—is enough to make the decision for me. As if it hadn’t already been made.
“I told you it was my first time.”
“And your last?”
I lock eyes with him once more. “We’ll see.”
He holds my gaze for a long moment, and I can see the warring factions in his mind.
After what feels like forever, he blinks. “Get on your knees.”
I obey, using my hands to help myself down in my short, tight dress.
Ben walks the few paces back over and circles me once more. This time, I keep my gaze straight ahead.
“You are complete and utter perfection. Do you know that?”
I nod.
A soft chuckle. “Yes, I suppose you would.” I hear him take a long breath behind me and let it out slowly. “When I first saw you, you know what I thought?”
I shake my head.
“I thought, I’d like to ruin that girl.”
I can’t help the breath that sucks through my lips, or the sharp noise it makes. I clench my thighs together and shift slightly to one knee.
“Oh, the girl likes that, does she?”
I have no idea how this works, if I can speak or not, so I just nod again.
Ben circles until he’s standing directly in front of me, his erection prominent in the front of his pants that’s now level with my face.
“Close your eyes.”
I obey.
“Now picture me ruining you.”
I do, a tiny whimper escaping my lips at the scenes flashing in my mind’s eye.
“Tell me what you see.”
I shake my head.
“No?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to do what’s in my head. I want to be surprised.”
“Oh, that’s right. Tired of men not being able to make choices for themselves.”
I open my eyes when I feel his fingers cup my chin, tipping my face up to look at him.
“Well, I’m more than capable of making the decisions for us, sweetheart, if that’s what you want.”
I nod as much as I can with his hand holding my face.
“I will warn you though, you may not know whether or not you’ve made a mistake until it’s over.”
It sounds almost like a threat, but I’m too far gone to even consider what it could possibly mean.
“Do your worst.”
Ben licks slowly across his bottom lip, eyes locked on mine. Finally, he releases my chin and takes a step back. “The doors are unlocked. You can leave at any time.”
I nod.
“Well, I guess it’s time for you to get yourself undressed then, isn’t it?”
I blink in surprise at his words, having expected him to stand me up and unzip the long zipper on the back of my dress while he grazed his mouth down my spine.
But that was my fantasy. And we’re doing his now.
The rush of excitement almost overtakes the desire pounding between my legs.
Almost, but not quite.
I press my hands into the floor to help me rise, but Ben places a hand on my head.
“I didn’t tell you to get up.”
I look up at him, making my face the picture of innocent surprise. His lips curl up in a snarl at the sight of me, and the power of my position is suddenly very clear.
I think I’m going to like this.
I fumble a bit to get the high-backed zipper into my hands, having to shift and turn and spin my dress.
Ben just watches me struggle.
When I finally manage to get the thing unzipped, I pull it down and crawl out of it, saying a grateful prayer to my past self for putting on such ridiculous underwear for my drink date with Sally.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of the lavender lace thong and look up at Ben from under my lashes. Asking.
He nods.
I crawl out of my panties and set them on my crumpled dress.
I’m sitting on my heels, legs tucked under me, as Ben starts to walk slowly around me once more.
“Beautiful. So perfect.”
I’m dying for him to touch me, but I try my hardest to be patient.
I’m not the one calling the shots here.
His next command is not completely unexpected.
“Take my cock out.”
He’s standing a foot in front of me, so I crawl the few inches necessary to get my hands on his belt. I go ahead and pull the belt all the way out and lay it on the ground next to me before starting on his zipper.
Just in case he wants it later.
I don’t dare look up at him, but I hear his soft laugh as he watches my deliberate movement with the belt.
His pants fall as soon as I have them unzipped. I pull his boxers down quickly, practically grinding my teeth in anticipation.
When I’m about to get my hands on the prize, however, he takes a half step back.
“Stop.”
My hands fall to my sides with a soft thud, and I look up at him. He holds my gaze as he steps out of his pants and boxers, taking the time to fold them and drape them over a chair, adding his own shirt to the pile before walking back over to stand before me, naked and every bit the picture of male perfection. His strong arms lead to chiseled shoulders and pecs. His abs belong on a man twenty years younger, and I feel a rush of respect for the work I know it takes to keep it looking that way. He’s textbook perfect. And I’m about to get a crash course.
“Open.”
I obey, praying that he can’t tell how much I’m salivating for him.
Without laying a hand on me, he slides his tip down my eager, outstretched tongue until he taps the back of my throat and then slides it back out.
I take a deep breath and look up at him, tongue still laid out like a red carpet.
“What are you going to do if you want me to stop?”
I close my mouth and swallow. “I’ll just get up and walk over there.”
He eyes the bar I’m gesturing to and nods. “Promise?”
I nod.
“Open.”
This time, I get both of his hands wrapped around my head when he enters me. His fingers slowly snake into my shoulder length hair until he’s got a death grip on me. Two fistfuls.
He’s gentle in my mouth at first, playful even, sliding in and out, allowing me to lick and suck at him as he fills me.
Slowly but surely, however, I feel him working his way further back until he’s breaching the top of my throat. I breathe calmly and squeeze my eyes closed as a rush of embarrassment and fear starts to overtake me. Tears hit my cheeks and run hot down to my chin before dripping off and hitting my thighs over and over.
“Look at you.”
His words are a balm—but only a small one.
I know I”m getting what I asked for, but all of a sudden, I”m starting to wonder if I made the right decision in handing this man control.
You may not know if you made a mistake until it’s over.
His words play back in my mind, suddenly making a lot more sense.
He doesn”t push farther down, but he does push to the same place in my throat over and over. Each time he slides out, the relief is overwhelming, only to have him thrust back in. The up and down emotional roller coaster does strange things to my brain.
“You say it’s your first time, but look at you taking my cock like a dirty little slut.”
Okay. And now my brain is officially misfiring.
I should not be tilting my head back when he thrusts to remove some of the resistance.
I should not be lifting my butt off my heels in order to force him to slide down farther.
I should not be moaning in pleasure at being called a slut.
But I am.
Oh god, am I.
“That’s what you like, huh? Well, you came to the right place, didn’t you?”
He pushes in farther than before and my eyes go wide at the sensation of him breaching my body. My hands are balled up in tight fists and pounding against my thighs, splatting over and over in the pools of my own tears.
He pulls back out, and I suck in a breath.
“Greedy, dirty little whore.”
Yup.
I squeeze my eyes closed as he pushes back inside, farther than ever.
It’s too much.
I’m just about to pull my body back and retreat to the safety of the bar when he pulls out.
My eyes pop open just in time to see him fist himself and pump his cock as he groans, shooting his hot cum onto my chest. The thick, ropey liquid drips down my breasts and coats my nipples.
I look up and find him watching me.
“I bet you were hoping to get that in your mouth, huh?”
The answer is no, but I say nothing.
“Go clean yourself up.”
I gratefully push myself to my feet and hurry to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I’m worried I look like an absolute mess after that little scene, and I’m not wrong.
My makeup is smeared everywhere and my hair falls to my shoulders in messy bunches, my usual part barely visible in the disarray.
I turn on the faucet and quickly wet one of the towels, cleaning off my chest and wiping my armpits out, too. Just for good measure.
I take the makeup towel and do the best job I can cleaning up my smeared mascara and lipstick, shaking my head and laughing silently to myself. I so badly wish I had my purse in here so I could have popped a selfie before cleaning myself up.
A souvenir of this night.
I’m just running my wet fingers through my lost cause of a hairdo when the bathroom door opens.
“You forgot to lock the door.”
Ben walks in, naked and glorious with his arms crossed over his chest. With him reflected behind me, it’s impossible to miss the giant erection he’s still sporting.
I have to admit, I was a teeny bit worried when he came so early in our evening, but it seems to have done nothing to diminish his ability to fuck.
“When I said clean yourself up, I just meant your tits.”
I flush and look down, completely overwhelmed by his confident presence and usure of what to say.
He walks over, unbothered by my now shy demeanor. Taking a fistful of my hair, he undoes all of the hard work I just did. “I did not tell you to fix any of this lovely mess.”
“I looked terrible.”
“Impossible.”
“There’s no way you liked me looking like such a mess.”
“You liked it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t like the way you looked when you came in here.”
I can’t.
“Fine.” I let out a breathy laugh. “I kind of wished I had my phone so I could take my picture.”
“Well, I can’t allow any pictures, but if it makes you feel better, it’s a vision I won’t forget as long as I live.”
“Sorry. I should have left it?—”
He silences me with a hand over my mouth. I can taste the salt of his cum on his fingers. “Let’s get you messed back up, shall we?”