by Wendi Zwaduk
“So pretty.” He sat on the chair, then leaned over her and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips parted farther. The Nyotaimori girls weren’t supposed to react to the patrons—not in a traditional setting. But this, this was not traditional by a long shot. Sean dipped his finger in the whipped cream then drew a heart on her sternum.
Her cheeks flooded with colour and she whimpered.
“Talk to me, Roxy.” He dragged the other cherry in the fluffy white cream, then dangled it over her mouth. “First, take a bite.”
She curled her tongue around the cherry before pulling the fruit from the stem. Her brown eyes glittered and she moaned.
“So sexy.” He hooked his finger in the cake, then smeared frosting on her belly. The contrast of the perky blue frosting and her pale skin turned him on. He swiped his tongue through the sugary concoction, cleaning her up. His cock thickened and the blood rushed through his body. If they were in his bedroom, he’d do so much more with her. So much more.
“Don’t stop,” Roxy panted. She arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please?”
Oh hell yes, he’d take things further. He scooted to the head of the table and cupped her jaw in his hand. The sugary confection on his fingers smudged on her cheek. Time to tell her about their shared past and how much he wanted to give their future a try.
“You’re not wearing your red velvet mask.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then licked her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell, but I like you better without it.”
“You remembered,” she whispered.
“I couldn’t forget.” He kissed her again, this time taking total control of the connection. He tangled their tongues and learned her taste. When she moaned, he slid one arm behind her neck. “I want to play with you. More than anything we could do at Push and so much hotter.”
Her chest heaved. “Play?” The corner of her mouth curled. “I’d love to be yours for the night.”
For the night. She’d given him an opening. Sean stood, then moved the chair out of the way. Time to show her his dirtiest fantasies. “What is your safe word, beautiful?” He flicked the catch on his watch. This night needed to be special. The thick band of leather slid off his wrist and he tucked the timepiece in his pocket. He never showed off his tat on his inner wrist. For her, he would.
“Corsica.” Her cheeks flushed anew. “And I call you Sir?”
“Yes, pet.” He unbuckled his belt and slid it free of the loops. “Hands, pet.” When she raised her arms over her head, he leaned over her again. “Do you wish to use your safe word?”
“No, Sir.” She smiled and clasped her hands together.
“Good.” He wrapped the belt around her wrists then plucked a strawberry from her navel. “Bite.”
She opened her mouth and accepted the berry.
“If you want to use your safe word, use it. I respect you and want you to enjoy what we do.”
Roxy nodded and her eyes sparkled.
“Now, what can I do with you?” He dragged his fingers through the whipped cream, coating her upper body in the sticky liquid. The strips of dough peeled from her breasts, revealing her dusky nipples. His mouth watered and he took one rosy bead in his teeth. She arched into his touch and moaned around the berry between her teeth.
Oh yeah. The taste of strawberry and whipped cream mixed with the salt on her skin turned his senses inside out. He groaned and drew in the white cream on her belly.
Roxy writhed and whimpered. The cake wobbled over her pussy, then toppled and stuck to her inner thigh. Sean licked his lips, then kissed and nipped the frosting from her skin. She moaned and opened her legs. Nice. Sean nibbled the sugared confection and made his way to her pussy. The aroma of her excitement wafted around him and he grinned. Damn. He loved a turned-on woman. Loved a woman who understood his needs.
Sean dragged his tongue over her clit then backed away from her cunt. Her eyes widened again and the leaves on the top of the berry slipped from her lips. She swallowed the berry, then opened her mouth.
Hmm. What could he do with her? He moved the extra cake from her lap, then scooped the last few slices of fruit in his hand. “Come here.” He sat down in the chair he’d abandoned. “Come to me.”
Roxy moved her arms, then eased off the table and crawled on her knees to him.
“Undress me.” He spread his knees and bit into a piece of peach. He liked seeing her struggle a bit with the belt still around her wrists. One by one, Roxy worked the buttons on his shirt, then pushed the sides of the shirt away from his chest. Sean dabbed the strawberry on his nipples. “Taste me, pet.”
She eased between his legs, brushing her breasts over his abdomen. Leftover frosting spread between them. She flicked her tongue on his chest and hummed. Each tiny moan and whimper spurred him on. He threaded his fingers into her hair and freed the tresses from the pins. Her hair spilled down her shoulders and framed her face like a halo.
“Yes, pet.” He guided her down his chest to the button on his jeans. “I want to feel that hot mouth on me.”
Roxy glanced up at him and smiled, then unzipped him and fondled his cock. She eased him out of the boxer shorts and denim. The cool air mixed with her hot breath and made him need her more. Sean then shrugged out of his shirt, giving her ultimate access. He gripped her hair and urged his dick past her lips. He groaned. Damn, he wanted to do so many more things with her. She knew what to do and how to churn his lust.
“Enough.” He swatted her bottom. “You’re too good.” And he hadn’t experienced enough. He scooped her into his arms, then placed her on his chair. “Want to taste you.” Sean buried his face between her thighs and draped her legs over his shoulders. Juice from the berries mingled with the sweet taste of her excitement. He speared one finger into her wet heat.
Roxy writhed on his hand. She raked her nails through his hair.
“Good, pet?” He palmed her breast with his free hand and pinched her nipple. “Tell me.” He blew across her clit, then nipped the tiny bead of skin hard.
“Sir.” She jerked forward and clamped her legs tight around his head. “Sir.”
He scraped her clit again, thrilled when she keened for him. “Do you wish to use your safe word?” He knew better, but he also asked to be sure.
“No, Sir. More.” She panted and draped her arms around his neck. “More.”
“Absolutely.” He spread her pussy lips and plunged back into her heat. Sean added a second finger and pumped, fucking her with his hand. Roxy met him thrust for thrust and groaned. Her legs quaked and she was breathing hard. Time to pull back. He stood.
“On the table, pet, on your hands and knees.” He patted the cushioned surface. “Up.”
Roxy stared up at him from under her lashes and licked her lips. She wobbled as she scampered into place on the table top. With the belt still around her wrists, she spread her legs. Her pussy glistened with the combination of her juices and the remnants of the fruit.
Sean fished his wallet from his back pocket, then withdrew the condom he always kept there. Part of him wanted to feel her bare skin on his. The rest of him knew better. He sheathed himself and rubbed her cream on his dick. A shiver ran through his body. He wouldn’t last long, but yeah, he wanted in her. He stroked her with his fingers, then lined his dick up with her slit. Inch by delicious inch, he slid into her.
“Oh, Sir.” Roxy pushed backwards, sending him deeper into her cunt. “Fuck.”
“We are.” Sean brought his hand down hard on her ass, the crack resounding through the room.
“Sir. More.” Roxy rolled her hips, grinding on him. His balls slapped her clit with each thrust and he punctuated his movements with spanks on her bottom. She cried out and gripped the edge of the table. She squeezed him from within and held him tight.
Sean stroked her reddened skin then wrapped his arms around her. A bead of sweat slipped between his shoulder blades. He shook his head then gripped her hips.
“Come for me, pe
t.” He thrust hard into her and tipped his head back. “Fuck.” His balls tingled and he gritted his teeth. “Come, babe.”
Beneath him, Roxy shivered then tensed. Her inner walls rippled and grabbed at him while he emptied his seed into the rubber. From his head to his toes, his body buzzed. Holy shit. Sean slumped forward and hugged her to his chest.
“Happy birthday, Sean.” Roxy dropped to her elbows, sagging onto the table.
Sean sighed and pulled out of her. She’d made his birthday one to remember. Hell, he wanted to continue their tryst for the rest of the night. He tossed the used rubber into the trash can then discarded the mangled filo dough. They’d made a mess, but he didn’t care. He rather liked using the spare office for his personal play area.
Sean patted her hip. “Turn over, babe.” When she did, he unbuckled the belt and released her from her bonds.
Roxy rubbed her wrists. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re very welcome.” He zipped his jeans then picked his shirt up off the floor. “This is for you.” He draped the shirt across her shoulders. “Come here.” He settled in the chair, then tugged her onto his lap. “That was the best birthday present ever. Thank you.”
Roxy tucked a loose lock of her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Any time.”
Chapter Three
Roxy rested her head on his shoulder. Holy fuck in a basket, she’d screwed around with Sean. Not only screwed around, but indulged in her favourite fetish—food play. Not many men liked food mixed with sex. Sean sure did. She sagged against his chest and fought to catch her breath. The night wasn’t over, but for all she knew, their time together ended the moment she walked out of the room.
Did she want their night to end?
Not really.
“What happens now?” she asked. “I was only hired to be the table.” She braced herself for his answer. Sean was known for playing hard and what they’d done was only a shred of what he could do. She’d seen him at work.
“My birthday isn’t over.” Sean squeezed her. “I’d like you to come home with me and continue what we’ve started.”
“Sean?” She had to have heard him wrong. Sean Malkin could have any play partner he wanted. She’d witnessed the lines of women who came to the restaurant to see him.
“I never imagined I’d end up having so much fun tonight. I’m not sure I want this to end.” He patted her bottom. “I want to take you home and pamper you.”
Her mind spun. “I— Elias paid me to come.” Her stomach soured and she scooted off his lap. Damn it to hell. She sounded like a freaking hooker. Her heart dropped to her toes and she turned away from him. She refused to look into his eyes. “I can drive myself home.” Where’d she leave her clothes? In the upstairs restroom. She blinked back tears and headed across the room to the door.
“Hey.”
She froze, but didn’t turn around.
Sean wrapped his arms about her midsection and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Roxy, he told me he brought you in tonight. Us having sex wasn’t part of the deal.”
“True.” She glanced down at his entwined hands. He’d taken off the watch. Three calligraphic letters were tattooed onto his inner wrist. Huh. She’d never figured him for a tattoo kind of guy, but then he never removed the watch either.
“I remember the chemistry we had at Push. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t forget you.” He kissed her neck below her ear, then dragged his teeth over her earlobe. “I’m very picky about who I play with. We have a connection I can’t ignore. I want you and I’m pretty sure you want me, too. Let’s see where this can go.”
“I do want you.” She clutched his folded hands, stroking her thumb over the letters on his skin. “I want more.” But fear crept into her brain. She’d been honest with him. She knew how much more he could give her. Would he want her in the morning? And what about her job? They’d broken Sean’s cardinal rule not to screw around with staff.
“Live for right now and put yourself in my hands again. Please, babe?” Sean kissed the side of her head. “Can’t get enough of you.”
Roxy threw caution to the wind. She’d worry about the repercussions of her actions later. “Then let’s go.”
Sean grinned. “Why don’t you drive?”
She snorted. “Are you too good to drive? Or is this so you can kick me out in the morning?”
Sean followed hot on her heels as she strolled to the restroom for her clothes. “I didn’t drive. Elias told me to take a cab. He’s got a wicked sixth sense about stuff—like me and you.”
“Wait here.” She ducked into the bathroom and weighed her options. End things or give him a chance. Ending things meant she’d still have her job. Continuing meant an inevitable change in her life. Who needed status quo? Might as well give him the chance. She dressed and checked her look in the mirror, then opened the door. Sean stood in the hallway waiting for her.
“Hi, beautiful.” He trailed his fingers down her arm, then held her hand. “Ready?”
Second thoughts crept in. She rubbed her temple. She wanted to be alone with him, but something felt off. “Why don’t we go to Push?”
Sean nodded once then escorted her to the first floor. She hated putting a wall between them, but things had moved too fast.
“Nah, I’m not in the mood for a club.” He walked her to her car then threaded his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. “Let’s give us some time.” He rested his forehead on hers. “We can go out… Tomorrow night?”
“I’ve got to work,” she replied and her voice cracked. “I should be in bed right now so I’m not a wreck tomorrow for the lunch rush.”
“Makes sense.” He rubbed her nose with his and kissed her. “I’ll meet you wherever you want, however you want.”
“I’d like that.” She placed her hand over his heart. The touch seared her to her core. Did love happen in a few hours? Could they turn white-hot lust and a shared fetish for food play into something more? She wasn’t sure.
“See you tomorrow.” Sean stood in the next parking spot and watched her leave.
Roxy slid onto the car seat then shut the door. The drive across town to her apartment went by in a blur. A mix of regret and relief washed over her—relief for putting the brakes on the burgeoning relationship, but regret for walking away from Sean. She knew damn well she wasn’t a freak for enjoying their play, but she wondered how she’d let things happen so fast. The whole night seemed like a strange and sexy dream. The more she thought about Sean, the more she knew why she’d stopped short of going home with him. The last time she’d moved at warp speed, she’d been burned. Was Sean going to end up being another dead end or a sexy new beginning? She pulled into her driveway and stopped, then held her head in her hands and closed her eyes.
“Why do I want what I shouldn’t have?” she murmured. “Why?”
Sean stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched her leave. Sex with Roxy had blown his mind. He wanted her again and again. But he understood her hesitation. Too much, too fast and she needed to control something. He dragged a long breath into his lungs then headed back into the restaurant. He needed her in his bed. Like now. If waiting meant he’d have another chance to spend time with her, then he’d do it.
Glasses clinked at the bar and light spilled from the main room. Sean crept to the banquet room and peered around the corner. Elias leaned on the bar top, glass in hand, and shook the ice. A basketball game played on the television.
“Elias.” Sean rolled his shoulders then sat down on the first stool. He placed his watch on the bar top, then smoothed the wrinkles in his T-shirt. “What are you doing here? We’re closed on Sunday nights.”
Elias turned around and grinned. “Keeping an eye on you.” He frowned. “Is Roxy in the bathroom? You’re heading out?”
“She went home.”
“Home? You’re going after her, right?” Elias dumped the ice from his glass in the sink, then wiped the condensation ring off the wooden surface of the bar. “You tw
o are good together. I see you showed her your tat. You never show people that tattoo.”
Sean pulled his watch from his pocket then affixed the timepiece around his wrist to cover the tattoo of his initials. Damn it. He hated when Elias was right. “Just because we’re good in bed doesn’t mean we’ll have a future together. It was one night.” He leaned over the bar and grabbed a bottle of beer from the open ice chest. “It’s nuts. After Rebekah, I didn’t think I’d find someone. Going to Push was an outlet. No commitments, just fun. Then I saw Roxy there. We danced and flirted. She made me think about trying again, but then I didn’t see her there after the first time.”
“Which is why I put you two together.” Elias grinned. “So what’s the hold-up? She’s not into your kink?”
“That’s not it at all.” Sean scrubbed his hand over his mouth. “I think I’m in love with her. That’s nuts.”
“It’s not. It’s called moving on.” Elias tossed the towel onto the bar. “You’re going to give her time, because you’re a good guy, and see where things go.” He tipped his head. “I know you. Then things will turn out. Why? Because you’re secretive except around her and she’s crazy about you.”
“And you know this how?”
“Any of my girls would’ve jumped at the chance to make a grand serving a birthday party. Half of them would’ve played the role of nude serving platter, if I’d asked. Only one of them isn’t afraid of the big, bad, scary Sean who never smiles and never comes into the restaurant. Roxy. Either she’s really into you or she’s got balls of steel.” He leaned on his elbows. “Besides, she left the money in my desk. I guess she didn’t feel right taking it and wanted to see you instead.”
“No shit,” Sean replied, not realising he’d spoken out loud. So the feelings were there. He could work with that information. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Showing me what I already knew but didn’t see.” Sean slid the open but untouched bottle of beer across the bar top to Elias. “Drink that so it doesn’t go to waste, then get yourself a girl.”