Untouched (The Untouched Trilogy Book 1)

by Lilly Wilde

  “Well, yes it is but something has happened,” she said, her voice laced with worry.

  I waited for her to finish. When she didn’t say anything I asked. “What is it?”

  “His wife called me.”

  “What? Wife? What are you talking about?”

  “Fuck. Talk about timing. Hey, Blaine is on the other line and we’re trying to plan a trip this weekend. I’ll call you back in a few. Answer your phone!” She hung up.

  What the hell? My stomach tangled with anxiety and confusion. Dane was married? And why did the wife call April? Oh hell, just what I need to add to my crap list.

  I couldn’t be bothered with anything else at the moment so I placed the Dane crap on the back-burner until April called back. I was on hyper mode as it was and unable to focus on too much craziness at once. The apprehension of tonight had already taken its toll on me. I wanted to just go with this but I was finding it awfully difficult. The insane outfit was more than enough to cause me to back out but the part of me that was mesmerized by that man wouldn’t let me.

  After a long shower, I dried my hair and walked to the bedroom. I looked at the clothes lying on my bed. Butterflies were fluttering like crazy in my stomach. I stared at the skimpy outfit for a few moments longer hoping to swallow my nerves. I couldn’t bring myself to put the clothes on just yet so I returned to the bathroom to finish my hair and makeup. I wasn’t sure of the appropriate hairstyle for that insane outfit. I laughed at the thought of pigtails. If we weren’t going out, I would have actually tried that. In the end, I opted to wear it straight deducing that it would complete the “school-girl” look.

  I glanced at the clock and saw that I had only thirty minutes before I would see Aiden. I tossed my towel on the bed and slipped on the boy shorts and bra, appreciating the feel of the soft lace on my skin. I sat on the bed and pulled on the knee socks, followed by the shirt, skirt and shoes. I must look like such a floozy, I thought and walked into the closet to see my reflection in the full length mirror. Everything fit perfectly, I’ll give it that much but I looked like a slut. I turned to the side and bent over as though touching my ankle and just as I originally suspected, my ass was on full display. I stood up and wondered what Aiden’s first thought would be when he saw me. I realized that was a ridiculous wonder because I already knew what he would think. He would immediately think sex. I did look hot; I would certainly do me. I went to my nightstand for my faux reading glasses and returned to the mirror. Perfect way to complete the look. The style of glasses was even more appealing given my high cheek bones. I was actually turned on by the image staring back at me. Long raven-black hair cascaded my shoulders, offering a contrast to my golden skin. My light hazel eyes, framed by long curly lashes, were twinkling with excitement despite my extreme apprehension. The finishing touch was bright red Rogue Dior lipstick to accentuate my full lips. I smiled as I thought of him smearing it later.

  6:45. I grabbed my phone and took a few selfies to send to April. I could easily picture her face when she saw these. Her eyes would bulge and her mouth would be wide open. That’s the exact same reaction I had when I looked in the mirror.

  I couldn’t go downstairs dressed like this. I grabbed a short fitted coat with a concealed zip and slipped it on. It was short but still exceptionally longer than my barely-there skirt. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

  I stepped out of the elevator and saw Aiden walking into the building. He was wearing an exquisitely cut charcoal gray suit. He was so fucking hot that it was impossible to look at him without reacting to him. He smiled at me and I practically stopped breathing. Would he always have that effect on me?

  Within a few strides, he was beside me. “Hello gorgeous.”

  “Hello Aiden.” My stomach was doing flip-flops and my heart was racing. I was always on hyper-drive every single time he so much as glanced at me.

  “I like the glasses.”

  “I’m glad you approve. But seriously what was the thought behind the costume?”

  His eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you referring to the clothing that had better be underneath that jacket?” he asked.

  “And if it isn’t?” I teased.

  “Do I look worried?”

  “Are you always so fucking arrogant?”

  “Is your mouth always so foul?”

  “What can I say? I guess some people bring out the worst in me.”

  “Oh, is that what it is?”

  “Definitely.”

  He leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek.

  I inhaled; savoring his unique smell.

  He grabbed my hand and led me to the door.

  “Good evening Miss Cason. Good evening Sir,” Silas said as he held the door open. “Hello Silas,” I replied. I took a deep breath and walked out into a night which I was certain I wouldn’t soon forget.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  A limousine was parked in front of the building, complete with an awaiting chauffeur positioned near the rear door. I stood there slightly bewildered, as another detail of the evening presented itself. Aiden placed his hand at the small of my back leading me to the limo. I looked up questioningly at him.

  “What?” he asked.

  “What are you-? What’s going on?”

  Aiden motioned for the driver to open the door.

  “Aria, just get in please,” Aiden replied, impatiently.

  I glanced at the driver and back at Aiden and nervously slid in. Aiden said something to the driver that I couldn’t quite hear before joining me.

  “Relax,” he breathed in my ear, his voice smoky.

  My stomach was doing somersaults.

  The car maneuvered into the flow of traffic and we were off.

  Aiden found my hand and slowly traced his fingers lightly across the top; an attempt to place me at ease but it had the opposite effect. I was more on edge. I didn’t do well without details. I needed to know what was going on.

  I gazed out the window, a futile effort to determine our destination. I was unable to ascertain much more than the obvious as we approached downtown Boston. I turned towards him to find he was looking down at me, certain that he saw the trepidation in my eyes; there was no way I could have hidden it even if I had made the effort. He smiled and my stomach fluttered. Those lips, those eyes…he was so hot! That’s all I saw when I looked at him, his unrelenting hotness!

  “This is challenging for you,” he stated.

  “Yes,” I replied, my voice small.

  “Trust me,” he said. His eyes compelling me. I looked away as he continued to stroke my hand. Did I trust him? If I did, would my stomach be in knots like this? Was it a matter of trust or the lack of control that made me want to ask him to take me home? Or maybe it was the fact that underneath this jacket was a scantily dressed woman that could have easily passed for a stripper.

  The car eventually slowed and stopped in front of a tall building. I couldn’t quite see the name from the car. Within moments, the driver opened the door; Aiden got out of the car and held out his hand to assist me. I placed my hand in his and exited the car. I looked up and saw the name on the building. It was Seducente. What the hell?

  He continued to hold my hand as we walked towards the entrance. The last time I’d held anyone’s hand in public was April’s. I never did this. It felt nice; I loved the warm feel of his hand over mine. I didn’t recognize the building or the name. It was a relatively new construction with a unique facade which didn’t follow a regular grid pattern and the windows resembled doors with shutters; alternating between open and close. It was several stories tall; I would guess at least twenty or so. On either side of the entrance, there were two doormen; who looked more like security detail than doormen. What was this place and why would he want me dressed like this? What the fuck had happened to my sense of judgment since meeting this man?

  “Good evening Mr. Wyatt,” they both said as we approached. Aiden nodded in response as one of them held open the door. We stepped inside into a
lavish lounge complete with over-sized chairs, large TV screens on every wall and a bar on both sides of the room. At the center of the room, was a large desk with two seated attendants with a wall directly behind them boasting the Seducente logo in a sliver cursive font.

  We walked past the desk behind the wall to a short hall that faced a set of elevators. Aiden hit the up button. Several seconds later, we heard the ding of the elevator and the doors opened. We stepped inside and Aiden pressed 20 and the doors closed shortly afterward. He was still holding my hand, passing his thumb back and forth along the top, once more trying to reassure me. He must have known that whatever he had planned was totally going to freak me out.

  The elevator stopped at the 20th floor and the doors opened to a scene that only provided more questions than answers. Music was playing in the background. It was very dimly lit. It seemed like a club but more subdued - some people were dancing, some just relaxing listening to the music and drinking cocktails. To the immediate right of the door was a door attendant. She was a very attractive brunette dressed in a figure fitting black dress with wide shoulder straps and a U-front. It was very sexy and also subdued- fitting with the overall look of everything I’d seen so far. I was even more uncomfortable with my clothing after my observation of the elite atmosphere of this place and its clientele. There was no way I was taking off my fucking jacket. Why would Aiden do this? Upset, I pulled my hand from his as I looked around the room. He looked at me, questioning my reaction.

  “Good evening Mr. Wyatt,” said the brunette. She was smiling, a bit too much for my taste, as she looked at Aiden. Aiden whispered something to her and she passed him a card as she looked over at me.

  “Aria.” He turned holding his hand out to me. I reluctantly grasped his hand. He turned and led me down a long corridor. I was slightly behind him as he guided me to the far right of the room to a closed door. He opened the door to a hallway and approached yet another door at the far end of the hall. Aiden slid the card across the door receiver and a green light blinked unlocking the door. He opened it and turned to me. “Ladies first.”

  I walked in and again was shocked as it was not what I had expected. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. In the far corner of the room was a table set for two. Complete with candles, wine chilling in a bucket and silver domes covering plates.

  “See nothing to be anxious about,” he said. “I hope you’re hungry.”

  I was so nervous that my hunger had faded somewhere far in the background.

  “Can I help you out of your jacket?” he asked.

  “No, I’m fine.”

  He laughed. “Do you plan to wear it all night?”

  “And what if I do?”

  “Do you think I would even allow that?”

  “It’s not like you have any say.”

  “Surely you don’t think I requested you dress a specific way only to keep it hidden from me?”

  “I don’t know what to think quite honestly.” I replied, curtly.

  “Fine Aria, I’ll humor you, at least until after we’ve eaten.” He pulled out a chair for me and I unwillingly took a seat.

  He poured a glass of wine for each of us and removed the silver domes from the plates.

  “It’s Dover Sole with Capers and Bay Shrimp,” he said eyeing me closely. “Are you going to eat or will you refuse to do that also?”

  I took a sip of wine. “I’ll eat but only because I want to. If I already had something in my stomach, nothing would give me more pleasure than to refuse, if for nothing else than to show you that you aren’t in control.”

  “Oh, but I am Miss Cason,” he replied taking a bite of his food.

  “So, it’s back to Miss Cason again?” I asked.

  “It’s whatever you want it be.”

  He was right, he was in control. Despite my obvious resistance, the result was always the same- his words, his eyes or his touch obliterated my resolve.

  We finished our meal and stepped outside to the patio. I was still wearing my jacket. He stared intently at me. “You’re beautiful,” he said leaning down and kissing me softly on my cheek.

  “What’s it going to take to get you out of that jacket?” he asked, appraising me from head to toe.

  “Lots of alcohol,” I replied.

  “Let’s go inside.” I followed him in. He closed the door and walked over to a bar and selected a container and two glasses. He poured two drinks. One he held out to me.

  “Drink this. It will lower your inhibitions.”

  I looked at him and then glanced at the crystal glass of brown-colored liquor.

  “Lower my inhibitions or cause me to go along with whatever freaky escapade you have in mind?”

  He chuckled and cocked his head to the side in that sexy way that made me want to do whatever he asked - even without the liquor. “Sweetheart, you’re going to do whatever I say regardless. The drink will simply release some of those futile restraints that you want to keep a hold of for some unknown reason. Besides, this will not work if you're not willing to part with your control issues.”

  What the fuck? Hello kettle, I’m cat. “My control-” he placed his finger over my lips before I could finish.

  “Drink,” he ordered.

  I looked at the glass he had proffered and finally reached to take it from his hand. Looking directly into his eyes, I hesitantly placed the glass to my lips. He reached over and lifted the glass to my lips.

  “Why are you hesitating?” I didn’t answer and continued staring at him. I was hesitating because I didn’t know what the fuck he was planning to do to me.

  “Let me help you,” he gently tilted my head back. “Part your lips.”

  I did as he said and the soft burn of the liquor slid down my throat. It was strong but it was really good.

  “What am I drinking?” I asked.

  “Armagnac. It's a cognac. “

  “It's good, I like it.”

  “Drink. It. All,” he said, seductively enunciating each word. And just like that, like some spellbound teenager, I did exactly as he said.

  “See, you can be good with the proper incentive.”

  “Did I blink and miss something...what incentive?” I asked.

  He took the glass from me and placed it on the bar.

  “ Oh, I think you know.”

  “Well I don't think I do,” I challenged.

  He grabbed my waist and pulled me to his chest. “Let me taste.” He placed his mouth on mine and slipped his tongue between my lips and traced the inner edge of my lips with his skillful tongue. “Mmm...it does taste good.” He pulled me closer sliding his strong hands slowly down my back and lower still as he grabbed my behind and clutched it tightly. I moaned as he licked into my mouth enjoying his taste, his touch, his hardness as I felt it slowly rise poking my stomach. He slid one hand up my back to the nape of my neck and suddenly grabbed my hair and forcefully yanked my head back. He slid his tongue up the side of my neck and slowly back down and he gently bit the hollow of my neck. My body went limp.

  “Ahh,” I moaned.

  “Hmmm...seems I've found a sensitive spot. That's good to know,” he chuckled and planted a chaste kiss on my neck and slowly released me. “Take off the jacket Aria.” He glanced at me his eyes hooded with lust. Then he turned and stepped back looking at me.

  I didn't know if it was the music, the dark lighting of the room or the liquor…probably the latter, but I had totally fallen prey to this man's will. I wanted him to do whatever he pleased. I was willing to do whatever he asked if it resulted in the extreme erotica that was pulsing through every part of me. That was saying a lot for someone like me who rarely- no scratch that- who never released control of anything. I slowly unzipped my jacket as he watched me. I opened it and shrugged it off.

  I watched as his eyes traveled down my body. He was pleased. I smiled as his eyes met mine.

  “You like?” I asked.

  “My imagination didn’t do you justice. Turn around.” I turned and
looked over my shoulder to see him approaching.

  “Bend over.” I slowly bent over, knowing what he wanted to see. He walked behind me and grabbed my ass. “Very, very nice Miss Cason,” he said as he moved his hands over my cheeks. He reached between my legs and rubbed his fingers over the lace material that provided the thinnest of barriers to my sex.

  “Come have a seat,” he said.

  I followed him thinking we would sit on the leather couch in the center of the room but he walked past it. He led me to a room down a short corridor to an office. He motioned for me to sit in the chair facing a desk to which he walked behind and took a seat.

  “Miss Cason, I understand that you were caught cheating on your final exam.” I stared at him dumbfounded. He eluded his usual confident and sexy Mr. Fuck Me demeanor which made my body respond even when I didn't want it to. He looked at me expectantly and then it dawned on me. He wanted me to role-play. That should be easy enough...especially with the number of fantasies I had played out with B.O.B. So why was I hesitating?

  He continued. “As the college dean it is my responsibility to act in accordance with the bylaws which stipulate that your infraction is grounds for immediate expulsion. I’m somewhat hesitant to render such a decision after reviewing your transcript. You’ve performed remarkably well and you’re in the top 5 percentile of you graduating class.” He was good at this.

  I glanced around the room and the choice of clothing for the evening finally made sense. The office was complete with all of the décor one would expect of a college dean’s office. If I hadn’t known where I actually was, I would have thought I was really on a college campus.

  I looked at him; not knowing how to play this out but the cognac must have been working its magic because this game had become exciting.

  He continued with his script in this surprisingly enticing game. “So Miss Cason, as I'm sure you can understand, I’m torn as to the most appropriate manner in which I should resolve this situation. Therefore I’m going to award you an opportunity that I have never offered another student.”

  I looked at him, displaying the appearance of the hopeful desperate student.