She stood by his car on the passenger side, leaning against the door casually. Aside from her body cringing at the cold air circling her, there was no hint to her emotions, no reflection to the panic she stressed earlier. This was a difficult one. A week ago she was untouched, someone who didn't care about sex, and who thought of it as something to get over with, like a nuisance. Now, she was responding to ideas and they scared her.
"Are you all right?" he asked, slicing the silence as he changed lanes. Her gaze lifted from her knees.
"Yes. Just a little overwhelmed, I guess."
"I understand." He focused on the traffic, slowing down to let a reckless car pass.
"You drive your own car," she noted, more to herself as if remembering something.
"Uh, I do."
"I read an article about you, and they said you had limousines waiting for you all the time. There were pictures."
"Oh," he rolled his eyes, "those were stock photos. I never said any of that crap. I'd much rather be the driver to be perfectly honest, but that wasn't exciting enough for them. Though, limousines are expected on some occasions."
"I see."
James blinked. "Are you disappointed?"
Her head swiveled his way, her startling blue eyes wide. "No! Of course not!"
James smiled at her distress. At least she was showing her reactions. He wanted more of it.
"I just remembered the article. I — I like your driving. You're very good at it," she babbled.
James stopped himself from laughing. She could be too cute at times. "Thank you."
Sophia searched the radio channels until stopping on one playing the soundtrack from Grease.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. "Really? Grease?" She simply smiled in return and leaned back in her seat to gaze out the window. "What are you thinking about?"
"Street lights."
He let her unwind while he focused on traffic. The woman in the seat next to him clutched her arms around herself. She turned her head halfway toward him. "What are you thinking about?"
James fixed his eyes on her. "Street lights."
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The second he closed the door inside the Monroe suite, he dipped her backward in his arms and kissed her. She gasped in surprise — he loved that — before she molded herself to him, touched his chest, parted her lips, and whimpered when their tongues met. Her submission made his skin heat. Fuck, he wanted her right there, up against the wall with the skirt of her dress bunched up around her waist while her sweet moans urged him to sink inside her warmth.
Shit. He never lost it like that. He was rock-hard already. He needed to slow down, for her. She took a small step back, held a delicate hand to his chest. She'd gotten some of her spirit back, a playful smile brushing her lips. The nervousness she'd expressed earlier lifted because now she thought she was safe. Truth be told, he loved seeing her nervous, a little restless, not knowing quite what to expect. There was something about her when she met her fears and embraced them — when she dared to push her strictly set boundaries. And he loved to show her how.
He smiled at her, letting her have this moment. She kicked off her heels, and his focus settled on her legs and thighs he wanted to run his hands up — to kiss, to bite, to taste. He quirked a brow at her, taking a measured step closer.
She withdrew, keeping the distance and tilting her head and making her soft curls bounce to the side, shadowing the glint in her eyes. She touched the back of the divan with a light hand, all the while watching him. Hands in his pockets, he followed her into the suite. A line of shadow erased her shortly before the blue of moon painted her anew. She reached the grand piano and let a finger follow the graceful lines until reaching the keys.
With her back turned toward it, she pressed the keys and a multitude of sounds broke the pure silence of Monroe. She let him reach her this time and then he lifted her onto the piano, the jumbled tones from the keys intensifying. She clutched onto him, her breath rapid against his ear.
He angled his head and kissed her neck, eliciting a small whimper from her. He flicked his tongue over a spot that sent shivers through her, and soon the breathy little sounds she made almost had him strip her naked right there while perched so readily on the piano.
She surprised him when she swooped in and kissed him, digging her fingertips into his shoulders, her movement sending another stream of sounds from the keys and awakening the dark around them. Her soft mouth moved with his, their tongues teasing, tasting. She looped his tie around her hand and pulled him closer, kissing him harder while he gripped her hips.
She nipped his bottom lip. "Who's in control?"
He had to focus his attention to catch the words whispered against his lips. "It's all you, babe, for now."
Her gaze swept up to his. "You like games." She pushed him an arm's length away before she slid off the piano.
"Games can be fun."
As she turned to head for the stairs, her dress fanned out and he caught a glimpse of black panties.
She jumped up onto the first step, just out of his reach. Heading for the second, the third, the lure of a smile teased her lips. He followed steadily and held her gaze imprisoned. He moved a hand to his tie, loosened it, released it, and let it plummet to the floor beneath them. Her steps slowed, her eyes taking in the way he released one button after the other of his shirt.
He reached her and she blinked out of her blatant stupor. She liked her games as well, he knew, but she was far from able to control them the way she wished. And it was fucking adorable.
"Naughty, Sophia," he teased. He leaned in and bit her bottom lip. She moaned, freed her lip, and slanted her lips across his. He enveloped her in his arms and picked her up, kissing her hard. Inside the bedroom, he yanked her around so that her back pressed against him. He stroked her hips and gripped them before letting his hands wander to the delicate curve of her waist and continued up her ribcage.
Unzipping her dress, his lips skimmed her shoulder and moved to the nape of her neck where he teased her skin with small nips. She smelled delicious, the delicate scent of sweet perfume mixing with the heat of her skin. She was so deliciously edible, every trembling inch of her. He moved his hand to her ribcage, feeling her heart smash against his hand before he moved to grasp her dress. With a firm tug, he left her standing in her underwear, her pastel-soft skin luminous in the dim light.
Her shoulders raised and curled forward, goosebumps forming on her skin. He wrapped his arms around her in effort to warm her, taking his sweet time to taste her neck, focusing on a sweet spot he knew turned her the hell on. She turned pliant in his arms, showing her trust in him. Her weight rested on him and he smiled against her skin. Next, she gasped and clumsily straightened.
"Sorry," her voice turned a little husky, and it was sexy as hell.
He turned her in his arms, pressing her front to his. Her eyes widened a fraction, and he knew she felt him. "I'm not," he murmured. He moved to her black cotton underwear, circling the small dent the fabric created in her flesh. The clothes she wore underneath were basic; no embellishments, no fancy materials, yet she looked great in them. Sweet and tempting — Sophia in a nutshell. He wanted to taste her, his nose brushing against the pulse point of her neck. He kissed her skin and felt her shiver, and next he removed her underwear.
He moved momentarily to the door and swung it all the way shut, watching Sophia give a small jolt at the sound. The room turned a nuance darker, but not enough to extinguish her sweet face watching him warily as he approached her, as she watched him remove his shirt completely.
"Eyes up here." He smiled, and she jerked her head up. "No more escaping," he said, approaching her, "I plan to keep you here all night."
She swallowed audibly and released a shivery breath. James undid the zipper of his pants and took them off. He steered her a little further backward toward the king-size bed they fell asleep in last night.
"Have you sucked a cock before, Sophia?"
Afte
r hesitating she shook her head. "No, sir, I can't say that I have."
Sir. A word he heard on a daily basis, but not like that. From her lips, it sounded the exact opposite of the corporate strictness he drowned himself in. The way she said it, with a soft breath carrying the word out, it swarmed him, lifted him. "You will tonight."
She nodded, her gaze lowering. His cock strained against his boxers, and the way she watched him made him grow even harder.
"On your knees."
She did as she was told, her movements slow and a little unbalanced. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and eased it under her knees.
"You've driven me near insane throughout this evening. I'm not sure you've realized."
"I didn't mean to." She couldn't move her gaze away from the tent in his boxers. Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, and James groaned. She had no clue how much she affected every cell of his being.
"Take my boxers off," he said, keeping a command to his voice. Reluctantly she reached up and hooked her elegant fingers into his waistband, all the while gazing up at his face. He loved the look of her, her hair rumpled from when he held onto it, her perfect skin begging for his mouth, and her lips red and pouty. He recalled how he affected her before as much as laying a finger on her, and now she was doing the exact same thing to him. He'd never experienced that before. Sophia was an own kind of pleasure when she wasn't even trying.
Instead of doing what he asked of her, she planted those ridiculously soft lips against his abdomen. Fuck. That was actually sexy. He twined his fingers into her silky locks, holding her. Her eyes were closed, those lush dark lashes sending crescent shadows over her cheekbones made her look incredibly hot there she was kneeling. She dragged her lips lower, making his cock throb.
She pulled at his clothes and freed him. Desire with a mixture of hesitation skirted across her face. "We'll go slow," he assured her, and watched as she straightened her posture.
She reached up and wrapped her hand around his base, then squeezed him gently. Too gently. He smiled. Passion-drenched, curious eyes gazed at his length, and lust slammed through him. He placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed her fingers tighter together.
"I can handle it," he said when her eyes skirted to his. He moved her fist up and down his shaft, teaching her, and groaned when she dared to grab him just a bit harder at the base. His sound of approval urged her on.
"Take me into your mouth," he said, barely finding the words, only remembering he wanted to possess her mouth when she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
She took him in and circled her tongue around and around, making James's eyes fall closed while she sucked him off. "God, Sophia," he groaned, knitting his fingers in her hair. His words of encouragement made her take him deeper into her warm mouth, her hands bracing themselves on his hips. She ran her tongue along his length and added just the right pressure to make his mind spin. He wondered briefly if she had lied to him about being her first.
"Slow, princess," he murmured, cupping her chin. He was on edge, continuously shifting closer. She found pleasure as well, he knew, seeing her skin heat, seeing her eyelids droop low in that telltale way. She made a moan, a little humming sound that shot straight through him, and nearly had him surge forward. He gritted his teeth. "Sophia, tell me, are you wet?"
She jerked backward, releasing him from her hot mouth, breathing hard. "What?" she spluttered.
"Tell me how wet you are," he repeated, keeping their gazes locked. "Tell me how wet my cock in your mouth makes you."
Her breath hitched, her eyes flickering to his erection for a short moment. "Well," she blinked, "I — I am wet."
"You can do better than that," he said, raising an eyebrow in a challenge. Sophia's blush grew a little darker, and he reveled in her reluctance to talk dirty. "Touch yourself, and tell me how your pussy feels."
She hesitated for a moment before placing her right hand on her abdomen, then letting it trace down until her fingers dipped between her slightly parted legs. She moaned, eyes closing in short ecstasy.
"Yes," she said breathlessly, "I'm wet. I'm dripping."
"For me."
She nodded, eyes on him now. "For you."
"What made you this wet?"
"Having you in my mouth, sir," she whispered, and then her gaze went to his rock-hard cock. She leaned closer and took him into her mouth again. Her tongue rolled over a sensitive spot before taking him a little deeper. James groaned, his fingers twining her hair tighter. His hips gave a small thrust, sending him another inch deeper inside her. It took all his strength not to slide all the way in and fuck her mouth. She already struggled, so he eased back to let her focus on what she could take. She knew how to use that tongue, gliding up to flick the underside of the head a little harder.
"Enough." He held onto her hair and slowly pulled out of her mouth before she could continue. "I need you in bed."
Hurt crossed her face, and he then realized his mistake. He scooped her up from the floor and brought her into bed with him. He touched his thumb to her lips, so warm and scarlet red.
"I loved every second of it," he spoke in-between kisses on her collarbone, "but I have something else planned for you." He moved to the side to the nightstand and rummaged the drawer until he found it. Returning, he held a rectangular black box with silver floral design printed on top of it, reflecting in the light.
After marveling it and running the tips of her fingers over the embossed design, Sophia opened it and scooped out the content. Black silky ribbons spilled out of her hands, and her head jerked to him, her lips parting.
"Herrera's gotten kinky," she joked.
"You have no idea." He took the box from her and withdrew a smooth blindfold from the bottom of it. It had the same dark silk she held in her hands but with a net of lace atop of it, set with pearls.
"All you have to do is trust me," he requested and touched her leg gently, handing her the blindfold. She touched the material as if she could damage it.
"It's beautiful," she breathed. "You want to confine me."
"Yes."
"Like that woman we saw." Her gaze slid to the blindfold, to the silk spilling over her smooth thighs. The contrast against her milky skin made a growing urge surge forward in James. He wanted her bound — her hands grasping her confining bonds as blinding pleasure seized her. He bent to kiss her, lured her tongue to dance with his. She moaned, the last of her reluctance slipping away, and she turned pliant in his arms. He already knew she was curious of the idea of being restrained while pleasured. He nipped at her bottom lip before he slanted to give her jaw a kiss. Her sweet blue eyes flicked open, and then she nodded in approval.
James drew the mask out of her hands, slow in his movements. He placed it over her eyes and tied the strings behind her head. Her crimson lips turned even more vibrant against the blindfold. He stroked her cheek as he gently dipped her backward until she was lying down, her chest heaving in response to the new sensations. Never removing his touch from her, he reached for one of the ribbons.
"I'll secure your arms now." He lifted her arms up above her head.
Sophia nodded, her teeth denting her bottom lip.
"I've taken your sight, but not your voice," he said softly, trying to disguise the smile in his voice while he worked on tying a knot. She sucked in a breath.
"Yes, sir," she said, voice sounding thick. Her skin appeared a little flushed. She was enjoying herself. He could imagine her eyes heavy-lidded, begging him to fuck her because she had trouble saying the words.
Parting her legs, his gaze fused on her pussy, on the slickness coating her center, urging him to taste her, and he hadn't touched her there yet. The woman trembled and squirmed, the modesty of her still lingering and wanting her to shield herself. He would have none of it. He tied her like that, bared for him with nowhere to hide.
"You look fucking sexy," he said, his fingers denting the skin of her right thigh. She sucked in a quick gulp of air. "Don't think anyt
hing less."
"Yes, sir." Her voice came out breathy, and she seemed to relax beneath his touch.
"You're learning," he praised, running the back of his fingers up and down her inner thigh. The innocent touch sent a tremble through her, making her back lift and push her breasts upward. He needed them in his mouth.
She bit her bottom lip and then it popped free. He sucked the skin of her inner thigh, relished in the way her body quivered beneath his lips. He dragged his mouth higher and breathed in her scent. Using his forefinger and thumb, he gently spread her folds apart. Supporting her ass with his other hand for the perfect angle, he leaned in and stroked his tongue around her clit begging for his attention.
She whimpered, and wrapped her fingers around the black silk holding her trapped. She'd repeat that movement. When she wiggled her hips, he eagerly took the invitation and lapped at her juices, simultaneously plunging his fingers inside her until she screamed his name, her muscles clamping around his digits so fucking hard he almost came himself.
She panted for air after the quick arise of her orgasm, and James felt small shivers run throughout her body with each breath. Confined to the bed, sated, her skin dewy and glowing, she looked good enough to eat. She was completely helpless, bared for his gaze, for his touch, and he knew the position he had her in made her feel hotter than she ever had before.
Liquid heat pooled between her thighs, and he gave her a slow lick, one that made her almost shatter all over again, but he denied her. She lifted her hips toward his mouth as much as the ribbons allowed, and he accepted the invitation, sucking her folds and tracing them with his tongue, making her respond with another rush of moisture that he eagerly lapped up. Delving his tongue inside her, her entire body rippled with pleasure, her breath coming in raspy little gasps.
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