by ZN Willett
Paige and I both lived in California, and were on the same committee. She was married with two boys, and sometimes when she needed a girls’ outing, I was the first one she called. Trisha and Mary were sitting across from us when Paige turned to me and asked. “Was that Christopher Colby I saw you kissing?”
She had walked by when I was finally able to open my car door. She knew that it was Christopher because he had said hello. “Yes, it was.”
“Quinn, is it wise to get involved with a rival? I mean, I understand the whole office romance thing, though they never end up well. We are speaking of Christopher Colby, are we not?”
Trisha turned to me. “Christopher Colby? He is one hot drink of water, but I hear he gets around.”
“He does,” Mary added.
“Excuse me. I’m very capable of handling Mr. Colby, and Paige, we work for the same company.”
“I know, but . . . I expect better from you.”
“I should be offended by what you said, and obviously we see things differently. Oh, and since it is my relationship I’ll advise you to tread lightly.”
“Quinn, without going into detail and upsetting you, Christopher and I have gone out a few times, and he’s very in control when it comes to romance.”
It wasn’t the fact that Christopher had gone out with Mary. He said he dated mostly executives, and she lived in New York. Our world was a small one when it came to our profession. I didn’t want to hear that he was with her and that she had firsthand knowledge of what Christopher was like in the bedroom. However, knowing that wasn’t what bothered me. It was the next comment from Paige that made me see red.
“I didn’t realize you were that type of woman.”
“What type might that be?”
“You know the Fifty Shades of Grey type. The ‘I am in control’ in the office, and his submissive at home.”
I must mention that, in these meetings, all topics are discussed after the minutes are written. We’d discussed this topic before over drinks, yet the way she said it caused a stench.
“You mean the type of woman who chooses to have her man handle things in the bedroom? I might.” I took a sip of my martini unable to hide the grin from the thoughts of last night. “But, if I’m the ruler of my bedroom there’s nothing wrong with that as well.”
“I’m saying that the whole dominate submissive thing has set us back as women.”
I already knew how Paige felt from the last discussion when the book came out. “Funny how you know so much about a topic that seems to bother you.”
“You know I try to stay up on current events.”
Trisha chimed in. “I’m not sure if that’s considered a current event Paige, however I can understand why a woman would want to relinquish control to her partner in the privacy of her home. I work all day being the bad guy, making the hard decisions that can be stressful, yet satisfying. If a man wants to make the decisions in my bedroom, good for him. Unfortunately, I like to be on top.”
“Well, Christopher and I have just started dating, and what happens in my bedroom is my business. Now, if you want to share insights on your favorite toys, I’m all in.”
“Oh, I found a great one!” Mary laughed out. “Unlike you Quinn, I’m in-between partners, so I have a great little catalog.”
We laughed and continued to drink as the topic changed to not being able to find good men to date.
Paige and I walked out together. “Quinn, I am still surprised about your involvement with someone who seems to get around. You’re smarter than that.”
That stopped me in my tracks. “Paige, I like you, but please don’t insult my intelligence.”
“I wasn’t trying to—”
“You were. What I don’t understand is why you would think this topic is any of your business. I don’t tell you how to run your household. I have never insulted your husband or the way you raise your children. What gives you the right to judge or insult me for dating Christopher Colby?”
“Because I’m your friend.”
“A friend is there to be supportive. My relationship with Christopher is no one’s business other than ours.”
Paige and I were friends, although not that good of friends. I had Lissa, and she was the only one who I would allow to bash me out of pure respect for the woman.
“I hope this doesn’t leave a bad taste between us. I was only trying to help. We’ve spoken about my relationship.”
She did confide in me regarding some troubles she and her husband had. Maybe if she focused on her relationship things might have been different. “You came to me for advice, and I listened. If I ever come to you for advice about Christopher, then I will gladly take it. For now, we are fine. But one more thing, never bash Christopher in front of me again. I respect you, and I expect the same.”
We said our goodbyes and I headed back to Christopher’s.
The moment his door opened, I was embraced with a firm kiss and a squeeze to my tushy. When he walked us into the kitchen, I immediately blushed at the sight of the table. Visions of last night poured into my mind. The feel of his mouth, the touch of his hands, my entire body started to heat up. Christopher stepped behind me, moving my hair to the side as he started placing kisses up my neck until he reached my ear. “Remembering last night?” I nodded. “The way I laid you there and took what was mine.” I leaned back into him. “Seeing you at my mercy and trusting me to give you pleasure . . . you were beautiful.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked, as his warm breath saturated my ear making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I could feel him circling around my body as the intensity of my breath sped up. Being devoid of my sense of sight only served to heighten all of my other senses. The sounds of his bare footsteps were all I heard. The agony of waiting, wanting to know what he would do next had quickly become too much to bear. “Colby, I’m not into the whip/flogging thing, FYI.”
I stepped back, startled when he spoke directly in front of me. “You haven’t tried it with me.”
My breath caught. “Umm . . . I was joking . . .”
“So was I, Quinn, though I’m willing to try something new with you.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have the full Dom package set up. When you said you didn’t bring women here, I had the thought that maybe not here in your bedroom, but in some kinky separate room.”
“You mean, a Playroom?”
When Christopher’s hands started sliding up the sides of my naked body, the feathery sensation caused me to weep. “Is that where you’re taking me?”
He hummed into my ear with a chuckle. “Such a dirty little girl, aren’t we? I may have to build a playroom, but no, you’re going to have to make do with only my hands tonight.”
I ached at the thought of what those very hands could do. Forget the toys. I only wanted him to . . . “Touch me, Colby.”
“I plan too. I’m going to walk you backwards until you hit the bed. Then I will lay you down.”
He gently helped me to the bed and was a bit gentle, which surprise me. I expected some roughness, though maybe later. He dragged my arms over my head, wrapped another silk scarf around my wrists, and tied it to the bedpost.
I heard him leave the room, and a few minutes later come back. An exotic fragrance filled the air as the sounds of seductive music played in the background. “Creating a mood?” I asked.
He said nothing. The slow rhythmic melody simulated two people in the throes of coitus bliss, lyrics provided by their breaths and moans.
The bed moved at the edge of my feet, and the anticipation was becoming more maddening.
When Christopher’s hands tickled down the soles of my left foot, I smelled the aroma of lavender as he rubbed in the scented oil. His hands started to knead in-between my toes, and even though I was not expecting it, I wasn’t going to complain and hummed in satisfaction.
When he removed his hands from my body, I wanted more until he said. “Open up for me.”
Th
at’s all I had to hear for my legs to spread wider. His oiled hands started kneading up and down my left calf, showing the exact attention to the other. His hands worked up and down my thighs almost reaching where they were needed most before massaging away again. “Christopher. Please.”
“Trust me.”
I growled out, frustrated by the firmness of his hands until they eased my body into pure goo. It made it somewhat hard not to trust him. The bed lifted, and I felt both sides by my hips sink in as his hard and firm member rested on top of my stomach. The feel of it as he leaned forward over me caused my stomach to quiver. His hard smooth skin moved up my body, and I wanted to touch it. I tried, yet remembered Christopher had tied me to the headboard. Electricity coursed through my fingertips as the thought of taking him into my hands before my mouth caused a shiver. “Christopher . . .” I panted.
“Patience, Quinn.”
Patience was thrown out the window; I wanted him to take me. He rolled his hands up and down my stomach, kneading as he skipped my breasts and massaged my shoulders.
“What was your favorite toy as a child?” he asked.
If I could have opened my eyes to glare at him, I would have. “This is going in a weird direction and I’m the one blindfolded and tied up.”
I felt the vibrations from him, being amused over my straddled torso. “Mine was this monkey I found in a toy store in Europe somewhere. We were on a family vacation, and Constance took Reagan and me shopping. I was around nine, I think.” The vibration increased as he chuckled more. “I still have that old thing, somewhere.”
“You kept the monkey?”
“Yes, yes I did. I have never told anyone that.”
I laughed. “I have to see that thing.”
“I don’t know where it is. I only know it’s in storage somewhere. I hid it when my mother said I would catch some horrid disease from it.”
“Ahh,” I moaned out, as Christopher’s hands dug deeper into my sore muscles. “Mine was a doll house. I had begged my father for it. We were somewhere snowy for Christmas, a perfect little town. It was in the window of an antique toy store. I begged him. Joseph has a certain look when he is going to give in or not. When I saw the ‘there’s no way in hell I’m lugging back that massive house face,’ my heart broke. But Christmas morning, the house was under the tree. Mmm.” Christopher’s hands felt incredible. “Ahh.” They felt even more so when he started to massage my breasts.
He squeezed both of them in his large hands over and over as I relaxed further into his touch. The pad of his thumbs started to roll over my now painfully extended buds, and the sensitivity level increased as he poured oil over each one. His fingers glided and pinched as he circled my ever aching nubs. With each flick of his fingernail, I could feel a spark surge throughout my body. My torso automatically lifted from the bed and hit what I longed for. “Christopher, I want you.”
“Soon. Trust me.”
“Damn it, I do!”
“When was your first kiss?” he asked.
“Colby, no more questions!”
“Mine was in third grade. Betty Johnson.”
“Third grade?”
“She chased me around the playground, and I tripped. She dove in and kissed me.”
“She was starting early. Mmm, right there.” His fingernail scraped over the top of my nub, and I swore I could have come right then.
“I disliked girls then. I wanted nothing to do with them.”
“Oh . . . ah . . . things have changed.”
“Yes, they have.”
I felt him lean in farther until. “Ah!” The tip of his ridged tongue flicked back and forth at my now violently throbbing nub. “I’m going to break out of this restraint, and take you myself Colby!”
He blew on the other bud before taking it in-between his teeth. I pulled on the scarf restricting me; however it was stronger than I thought.
“Bite it!” I begged.
His moan stretched across my breast as I arched it farther into his mouth. He tried to take it all in, and I could tell that I was wearing him down. When he released my breast and started to move lower down to my legs, I knew it was time. However, when he started to massage my inner thighs again without any comfort to my throbbing core and started in again on the questions, I growled. “Colby, you are killing me! Why don’t you move your head a little closer?”
He ignored me and flipped me over onto my chest. He started to massage my back and shoulders while asking me more and more random questions. I couldn’t win, and answered them all while he kneaded me into a state of rest.
I had no clue that I had fallen asleep until I felt fingers massaging through my sex. I found myself lying on my back, with Christopher’s fingers slowly and gently gliding between my folds while caressing my sensitive nub of pleasure. When he focused on said swollen nub, I was fully alert and moaned like a starved whore. “Please . . .”
“Always so wet . . .”
“I want you.”
“I always want you, Quinn.”
“Then take me.”
“Gladly, if you would let me.”
“I would have let you hours ago!”
“Will you finally give in and let me take all of you?”
His words startled me. “I already do.”
“We both know that you don’t, Quinn. You expect me to lay down my heart without putting yours on the table? Yes, you willingly give me your body, but I want it all.”
“I can’t promise that.”
“Then be willing to try.”
My heart was something that I never wanted hurt again. Every time I’d given it away, it ended up bruised and battered. “I’m trying. I am . . . you have to understand . . . this is not easy for me. Relationships always end up—”
“Complicated? Maybe we can work at un-complicating matters.”
My heart burst. “You’re a complex man.”
“And you are a complex woman. The most complex creature ever created.”
“I thought you only wanted a fling.”
“As usual, you’re mistaken.”
“You have to understand my hesitation.”
“I do, however I have told you my intentions. I’ve been patient, but time’s up. I want what is mine.”
He grabbed hold of both thighs, and the next thing I felt was his tongue and lips as they feasted on my sex. I twisted and turned, trying to get out of the restraint as he proceeded to bring me to a place that I hadn’t experienced before. The sensations were too much. The feel of his silken hair against my skin, his firm hand holding me open as the other glided in and out. Two fingers stretched and kneaded me until a white light exploded behind my eyes, as his teeth scraped my sensitive bud. I went to a place I had never been.
The scream that erupted from my chest was piercing as my body started to shake violently. The next thing I knew, Christopher was leaning over me, and stroking my hair. The room was illuminated by candles as music played in the background.
“Hey,” he whispered and smiled.
I blinked a few times. “That was . . . intense.”
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked. I nodded and started to get up. “Stay, I’ll get you some water.”
“No, I need to walk.”
I moved my arms that were now free of the constraints. My wrists felt as if they were still tied up. I walked past Christopher, who for some reason looked disappointed that I wanted to go with him. I threw on his discarded dress shirt and followed him into the kitchen.
“Thanks.” I grabbed the bottle of water from his hand and sat down at the table.
He leaned against the center island, and said nothing as I drank. Both sets of eyes fixed on the other’s until I had quenched my thirst. Even when I set the bottle down, his tired, darkened eyes stayed on mine.
My body was in a state of relaxation that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I felt the thought of Christopher’s attentiveness throughout my entire body. My mind was at peace, even though my heart
was terrified.
“Are you hungry?” he asked as he approached me.
I shook my head.
“Do you want anything else to drink?” He stood over me.
Again, I shook my head in response.
His hand swept through my hair bringing my head back to face his as he leaned in and kissed me gently. Our eyes stayed locked as his tongue explored my mouth for a few moments until he pulled back. Suddenly, he grabbed hold of me and lifted my body to sit on top of the table. He took his shirt off of me and threw it to the side while he discarded his own pants.
“Quinn, I can’t wait anymore. I need to have you. Now!”
“You were so beautiful last night.”
I turned in his arms and faced him. “Maybe we can do that again sometime.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
“You surprised me, Colby. All kinds of thoughts entered my mind, and for sure, I thought it would have involved the chocolate mousse.”
“Now that’s a thought.” He smirked with a raised brow before grabbing the trifle bowl out of the refrigerator. He placed it on the center island, and started to glide his fingers through the chocolate creation. “There’s something about chocolate on Quinn.”
I laughed straight down to my purring seeping kitty. I took off my jacket, unbuttoned my blouse, shimmied out of my skirt and climbed on top of the table. I purposely batted my eyes looking up toward Christopher and purred out, “Chocolate Quinn sounds delicious.”
“Mmm, that it does. Why don’t you open up so I can have a taste?”
“Can you please go over that again?” I asked.
“Quinn, the forecast is off, and we are going to have to pull from—”
“Can’t you find another area to pull from Evan?”
The translator started talking, and I threw my headset off. It’s hard to think when he’s yapping in my ear. The room looked away from the screen to me as I walked over to the window. The meeting had lasted for over two hours. I signaled Mia, who came right over.
“Order dinner. We are not getting anywhere. Tell Tokyo to order lunch. Or breakfast if they haven’t had it already. I’ll be back in a few moments.”