"Damn it, Blake, you caught me off guard and scared me, but that was still one hell of a greeting," I reply.
"Sorry babe, you do things to me that make me lose control sometimes."
I let out a giggle. "Although I like it when you lose it, I kind of like it when you take control."
His hands reach out for me and without a second thought I move back into his embrace.
The feel of his touch and his manly scent sends an instant rush of heat to my core.
I begin to feel weak in the knees.
"I don't know about you, but if we don't get out of here soon, we may never leave your condo."
A moan escapes me as he pushes my hair to the side and his lips graze against the sensitive spot along my neck beneath my ear lobe.
My entire body shivers against him.
"You have no idea how badly I'd rather stay in and just be with you all night."
"Well then, may I suggest you finish getting ready before I start to devour you right here, right now."
I push myself away from his firm chest and make my way back to the bathroom.
He stands in the doorway, with his arms crossed, and watches while I continue to primp for our night out. I'm not quite sure what he has up his sleeve, but he keeps mentioning it will be a night I'll never forget.
I run my fingers through my long, silky blonde locks ensuring that every last curl is perfectly in place. I reach for my tube of lipstick to retouch my lips before I'm done and ready to go. Looking in the mirror, I can see Blake is still standing against the door frame. He's watching me intently and, just for shits and giggles, I give him a seductive little show while applying my lipstick. I stare, through the mirror, into his blue eyes. Sweeping my tongue across my bottom lip, I let out a little moan while closing my eyes. I hear his breath hitch and, to hide my smile, I bite down on my lower lip. He moves forward so that his needy erection is now pressed up against the back of my dress.
"Do you see what you do to me, beautiful girl? I say let's start with a warm up fuck and then we can go on our merry way to dinner."
"That invitation does sound pretty good, but I'm still not ready."
He reaches his hand under my dress and brushes his fingers against my now soaking wet panties.
"Oh, I'd say you are more than ready."
I blush at his response and he turns me back around to face the mirror.
With both hands he lifts the hem of my dress up and over my head so that I'm now standing facing the mirror in just my bra, panties, thigh highs, and garter belt.
He positions himself directly behind me.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he moves it over my right shoulder so that the left side of my neck is completely bare.
His mouth begins to lick, suck, and nip starting at my shoulder and leading up to that oh so sensitive spot beneath my ear. He's driving me fucking wild and I want nothing more than for him to plunge his throbbing cock into my aching pussy.
"Stay," he says in a demanding voice.
I listen to him and watch as he moves into my bedroom. I can see in the mirror that he's removing his tuxedo jacket, pants, and shirt. My guy never disappoints and I see that he's gone without boxers.
My core begins to ache for him and I can feel myself getting hotter and wetter the longer he takes to come back in the room.
I turn my head to get a better look at him in all his naked glory as he walks back into the bathroom.
He walks up behind me and I want to turn around and touch him, but I am a good girl and I stay put, just like he asked.
Grabbing my hips he moves even closer. He runs his tongue down my spine: from between my shoulder blades all the way down to my ass, where he begins to nibble my cheeks.
He stands up behind me and reaches around to touch my breasts. He grabs them, squeezing my nipples just enough to send a bolt of electricity straight down to my toes.
I begin to pant and I let out a moan. The sounds of my pleasure provoke him, and he makes his next move.
He slides the lacy black thong down my legs stopping for just a moment to rake his fingers over my garter belt and thigh highs.
"Sadie, you are fucking beautiful," he says in his deep sexy voice as he stands up behind me.
"Blake, don't tease me, give me what I need," I beg as I thrust my ass into his standing erection.
He smacks my ass hard and pulls on my long locks.
"Shh, baby, don't beg. It's not time for that quite yet. I'm going to take you from behind and I want you to keep your eyes locked on mine. Don't look away for a second; do you understand me?"
I stare into his eyes and nod my head in understanding.
He moves my feet further apart with his and he thrusts his cock into my warmth. The will to keep my eyes open is leaving me as he pumps his girth in and out of me. The feeling of intense pleasure is overriding my senses and my knees are weak.
I grab onto the counter top of my bathroom vanity to keep upright.
"That's my girl; don't stop watching me. I want to see you come undone and I need you to see how crazy you make me."
He reaches around and begins to massage between my moist folds. The feel of his warm fingers rubbing my sensitive area sends a shockwave through my body. He pinches my clit and bites down onto my shoulder. In a matter of seconds I can feel an incredible orgasm take over me. My eyelids want to close as I scream out his name, but the further they fall; the harder Blake pulls my hair.
I step up on my tip toes and lean forward a little so that he's able to slide in a bit deeper. He lets out a groan, squeezes my hips and I feel him release inside of me.
He pulls out of me and turns me around, pulling me into his arms and capturing my mouth with his.
This man owns me; he controls me, and I want nothing more than to be with him forever.
If only I could tell him how I really feel. To him, this is just a meeting of fuck buddies; for me, I want so much more.
I just need to get up the nerve to tell him, but I'm so scared it will push him away. I am afraid to risk what we have together for the hope of something more.
* * *
I love the way he smells.
I look over at him and he smiles while putting the car into first gear.
The engine roars to life and we're off on our night on the town in New York City.
We come to a red light and I feel now is as good a time as any to find out what we're doing and where we are going.
"So are you planning to let me in on your secret plans for tonight?" I ask.
Blake reaches for my hand and pulls it to his lips, giving it a kiss.
"Sadie, tonight is all about you and showing you how important you are to me; just enjoy yourself."
I watch, in awe of this man, as he kisses each of the knuckles on my hand.
The light turns green and he places my hand back in my lap. He shifts the car into gear and we continue on our drive through the streets of Manhattan.
He pulls the car into the valet parking of Le Bernardin, an exclusive five star restaurant on Fifty-First Street.
My mouth drops open as the attendant walks toward the car and opens the passenger door for me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Blake hop out of his side of the car and walk over to me. He hands the gentlemen a tip and takes me by the hand.
I've always wanted to dine at Le Bernardin, but the wait list alone is enough to turn someone in the opposite direction.
"How did you get us a table here?" I ask.
He smiles at me and gives me a wink with his brilliant blue eyes.
"You hungry?" He asks.
"Famished," I respond.
"Be sure to keep some of that appetite for a little later; I have much more in store for you tonight," he says, giving me a handsome grin.
I follow his lead as we walk toward the front doors.
Being the gentleman that he is, he pulls the door open and waits for me to walk through it before he enters.
The Maître d' asks for our name
and Blake responds in his deep sexy voice.
While we wait for our table we check our coats and move to the bar for a drink.
As we wait, Blake pulls me in closer to his side. "Are you cold?"
I nod my head and nuzzle myself in closer to him.
He pulls me in tightly against his body and I fall that much deeper for this man. He's considerate of my needs and always makes sure that I'm happy when I'm with him. The only problem I have is knowing whether or not my feelings are returned.
A few patrons leave as they're called to their tables and we grab two empty seats at the bar. Blake orders us each a glass of Leflaive Puligny-Montrachet, an elegant white wine with hints of lemon, vanilla, and spice accents; it's absolutely divine.
"I'd like to make a toast," he says, taking my hand in his.
"Ohh, I'm intrigued," I reply with a smile.
"We may have met under unusual circumstances, but I've enjoyed every moment we've shared over the last year. Sadie, being with you has changed me in so many ways. I can't imagine a day of my life without you in it. You are a special part of my life and I..."
Our conversation is interrupted when the Maître d' comes over. He escorts us to our table and Blake stays close behind me, never taking his hand off of my back.
I'm dying to know what he was going to tell me. I know he has feelings for me; I mean he has to after spending almost a year with me. We've never spoken about having an exclusive relationship; it was more or less implied. I'm not quite sure what or how I've changed him. I really didn't know much about him before we met and we sure as hell didn't waste any time slipping into one another's beds. But we have gotten to know each other over the last year. The relationship we have is so much more than just amazing sex and I can only hope he feels the same way.
As we reach our table, Blake pulls my chair out, allowing me to take a seat.
"Why, thank you, kind sir," I say with a devilish grin.
"Anything for you, my lady," he responds.
Oh shit, if he only knew what I really wanted, how I really felt and all the things I've been dying to tell him.
The bartender comes over with freshly poured glasses of wine. He asks if we'd like anything else before our meal, and we both decline. Shorty after the bartender leaves, the waiter comes to the table to take our orders. Blake decides on an appetizer of chilled beausoleil oysters, a second course of lobster "lasagna" with truffle butter, and for our main course, wild salmon with sweet and sour mushrooms and lotus root. His choice of fine cuisine is no shock to me since he has a gourmet palate and I know he'll choose only the best items on the menu.
I look around the dimly lit room and see quite a few couples engaging in deep conversation. The ambience in the restaurant is remarkable and I'm still awed by the fact that I'm even here. I knew he had big plans for us tonight, but I would have never guessed we'd be dining here.
Blake reaches across the table for my hands. I hold them out for him and we sit in silence, looking into one another's eyes.
He was right when he said we met under unusual circumstances. He's a remarkably successful businessman who started from the ground up. It's quite impressive how a young man with a master's degree in business administration was able to take a run down, destroyed business and turn it into a multibillion dollar empire in such a short time. As I look into his bright blue eyes, I can remember the first day I met him. We were in a board meeting discussing a business merger. When I first set eyes on him, I knew I wanted him, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a year later we would be sitting here together.
"Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?" He asks.
"Umm, I don't think so," I reply coyly.
"Well, you are; in fact, you're the most beautiful woman in this restaurant and I'm glad you're going home with me tonight."
"A little presumptuous aren't you?" I say with a giggle.
"You're not going to be a bad girl tonight, are you Sadie?"
I bite down on my bottom lip and push off one of my heels with the other. If he wants to see how naughty I am, he'd better be prepared.
"So, tell me, what makes you think I'll be a bad girl tonight?" I ask, and I run my foot up his inner thigh.
I watch as he begins to squirm, but he refuses to take his eyes from mine.
The look he's giving me is something I'm all too familiar with. His bright blue eyes are taking on a darker color, almost navy, as his passion flares.
I inch my foot closer to the now bulging spot between his legs. He releases my hand on the table and quickly grabs my foot.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop teasing me. It'll only come back and bite you in the ass later tonight."
I toss my hair to the side and give him a sexy grin.
"Promises, promises, Blake."
He lets go of my foot and leans in closer to me over the small table.
"Sadie, don't make me take you over my knee right here in this restaurant."
I look over at him with narrowed eyes and a knowing smirk, just as the waiter comes over with our first course.
"You're lucky, little lady, that we are in public. The wait staff seems to know exactly the right time to interrupt us, but I will have my way with you later. That, my dear, is a promise."
We both reach for the white linen napkins on our plates and lay them across our laps. For a brief second we make eye contact then steer our glances to the magnificent display of oysters on ice in front of us.
"Would you like to do the honors of trying the first one?" He asks.
"Oh no, by all means, you first," I say, picking up an oyster shell and lifting it towards his mouth.
I tip the half shell into his mouth and watch as he swallows and licks his lips.
"Now your turn, beautiful girl," he says.
"Mmm, I can't wait to taste it," I reply, licking my lips.
"Be sure to let it linger on your tongue before you swallow," he says with a devilish grin on his face.
I'll be doing more than just swallowing him later tonight.
I open my mouth as he brings the oyster shell to my lips and allows it to slide onto my tongue. I close my eyes and savor the taste; it's delicious.
For the next hour, Blake and I feast on an amazing spread of foods; each of us feeding the other and enjoying one another's company. Before I know it, we've taken the last bite of our dark chocolate parfait and the final sip of our coffee.
"This has been amazing; thank you for bringing me here, Blake."
"I wanted to take you somewhere special and I knew you were dying to dine here."
"It was perfect," I say with a smile.
"Well I can't say I'm disappointed either, it was rather exquisite; now onto stage two of our evening."
"Stage two?" I ask curiously.
He nods and winks at me while signaling the waiter for the check.
Blake pays for our sumptuous four course meal. We make our way to the coat check to get our coats while we wait for the valet to bring the car around.
I'm giddy with excitement to find out where our next stop will be.
As we drive through the city, I watch the spectacular lights and listen to the noise of the crowds that walk along the sidewalks and streets. The hustle and bustle of the city can be quite hectic for some, but its home to me and I love everything about it.
Blake pulls in and parks his car in front of the Four Seasons Hotel.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
"It's the next and final stop of our evening. Wait for me to come around and get the door for you."
Hmm, he never mentioned anything about staying in a hotel tonight; he's just full of surprises.
I watch as he gets out of the car and walks quickly around the front toward me.
He opens the door for me and reaches in to help me step out.
Once we are out of the car, the valet comes over to exchange Blake's keys with a ticket.
"Sir, your room is all ready for you. Miss, I do hope
you enjoy your evening."
"Thank you," I reply.
I look at Blake and he has a huge smile on his face.
"Do I even want to know how you pulled all of this off?" I ask.
"Oh, just wait, beautiful girl, you haven't seen anything yet."
He takes my hand in his and escorts me through the grand entrance and over to the elevator on the far side of the luxurious lobby.
We take the elevator up to the 32nd floor: to the executive suites. We step off the elevator and he leads me down the hallway to the right. Standing in front of room 32-143, Blake enters the key card into the door and the green light signals for us to enter.
I have no idea what to expect next, but one thing is certain; it is going to be a night we'll both remember for a long time.
* * *
Walking through the enormous suite, I can't believe we're here.
Blake has really outdone himself with the restaurant and now this hotel.
He holds my hand as I walk around taking everything in that surrounds us.
There's a full bar with a marble counter, a living room with a built in fireplace, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking Central Park.
I move further into the room, towards the window, to capture the amazing scene in front of me.
"This view is incredible, "I tell him, gazing out the window.
"I have to agree; the view is sensational from here."
I turn to look at him and see that he's starring straight at me.
"Blake, you always know the right things to say to me," I purr, leaning into him.
He leans down and places a kiss on my forehead.
"I want you to know that everything I tell you is the truth."
He lifts my chin up to look into his eyes. I can tell there is sincerity behind his words.
God knows he's already fucked me in every way possible, so there's no reason to lie now.
"Come on, let's look around some more. There's more of this place I want you to see."
He takes my hand and pulls me away from the window and towards the bedroom.
We walk through the double doors and I'm speechless at the sight in front of me.
There's a king sized bed covered in rose petals; similar petals are scattered along the floor leading to the bathroom door.
On the side table sits a bottle of champagne and a plate of strawberries.
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