by Roxy Sloane
His face shifts.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” I exclaim, my suspicions confirmed. “Was it all just a game to you?”
“No! I came because I wanted to see you again,” Ash insists.
“What about what I want?” I demand. “Do you know what it felt like, losing my best friend? Do you even care how much you hurt me?”
Ash looks torn. “I didn’t realize. You never said—”
“You never asked,” I shoot back, pulling away. I keep walking down the stairs, until finally I reach the ground floor. I rush to the door.
“JJ!” he calls again, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Not with my chest splitting wide open, and three years of secret rejection and pain spilling out.
I slam the door behind me and flee.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The invitation is waiting for me when I arrive back at my apartment.
The Plaza Hotel.
5th Avenue Suite.
8pm.
I open the box. There’s a stunning black gown nestled in the tissue, and a room key.
It’s time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I step out of the cab in front of the Plaza hotel a few minutes before eight. The grand building looms up in front of me, shining in the dark night. My stomach flutters with nerves.
I’m really doing this.
But what about Ash?
I bite back the pain that still wells whenever I think of him. I spent the day in a state of tortured indecision, trying to figure out what to do about the invitation. Coming so fast after the revelation of Ash’s betrayal, it felt like a cruel joke. But as the minutes ticked closer, I felt a magnetic, primal force pulling me here.
I want to see him. To touch him.
To finally submit to him completely.
Ash is in the past now, today proved that for sure. And even though it hurts to think of him, a part of me is relieved too. I’m released from the hold our past has had over me, free to move on to my future now.
Could that future be with the man I’ll meet here tonight?
I take a deep breath and step through the gleaming doors into the hotel. Inside, there’s a hush of wealth and polished privilege. Fresh-cut lilies set on gleaming antique tables, chandeliers glittering from the ceilings.
My gown swirls around my legs in a sea of silk as I cross the lobby and head for the elevators. I punch in the number on the key card, and feel my pulse speed as the doors slide shut.
In the mirrored interior, my reflection gazes back at me.
I look nervous, like I’m heading to my execution instead of the sexiest night of my life.
Get it together, I order myself, taking another deep breath. This is what you’ve wanted all along.
My mystery man revealed. Nothing dividing us any longer. I’ll be free to feel, to touch.
To see his face for the first time.
I step out of the elevator and walk slowly down the hall to the door. I slide the card into the lock and hear a click.
The door swings open.
“Hello?” I ask, my voice trembling as I enter the room.
There’s silence. I’m alone.
Insecurity strikes. What if he’s changed his mind, and he’s not coming anymore?
I check the time again. A little after eight.
I take another few steps into the suite and look around. It’s gorgeous, a full sitting room furnished in plush cream and gold, and a door leading to the bedroom. The lights are dimmer, but I can see the huge king bed adorned with crisp linens and an elaborate carved headboard.
I place my clutch purse down on a table, and stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. What am I supposed to do now?
Then I notice the box on the coffee table. I open it: inside is another black silk blindfold and the now-familiar instruction.
Wear me.
Frustration rises. This isn’t part of the deal. I’m getting tired of these games. The cloak and dagger routine was thrilling to begin with, but now I need something real.
I want to know what kind of man he is, when all the keys and blindfolds and expensive little toys are stripped away.
“Who are you?” I murmur, stroking the silk.
His voice comes from the shadows in the hall.
“Put the blindfold on, and find out.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
He’s here.
I turn, searching the darkness, but I can only make out a shadow by the door. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I tell him, feeling stubborn. “I want to see your face this time.”
“And you will, I promise. But first, I need you to trust me. Can you do that, darling?” His voice is silky and seductive, and I feel a shiver of lust.
I remember his other rules, his harsh commands.
And how hard I came once I submitted completely.
“I promise you,” he continues, voice soothing me though he’s still hidden from view. “When that lush body breaks apart and you come screaming for more, you’ll be looking me in the eyes. You have my word on that.”
His promise is all I have to go on.
He hasn’t let me down yet.
I decide.
“OK,” I whisper, lifting the mask to my face. “I’ll do it.”
I settle the silk over my eyes. Darkness falls. In an instant, I hear him cross the room towards me, and feel his body press close against mine.
Hard. Lean. Hot.
“I won’t disappoint.” His voice is a growl in my ear, flooding me with warmth. He tightens the blindfold around my head, then suddenly sweeps me into his arms, lifting me effortlessly from the ground.
He carries me, crushing me to his chest, and a moment later, places me gently down someplace soft.
The bed.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he murmurs from behind me, grazing his lips against the curve of my neck. “I watched you walk across the lobby. Every man there was fantasizing about touching these luscious breasts…”
His hands close around me. Teasing, stroking through the silk. After everything that’s happened, I realize, this is exactly what I need. He plucks my nipples until they are stiff, and I gasp, leaning back against him.
“That’s right, my darling. Let me pleasure you. Feel me, only me.”
He keeps me locked in the circle of his embrace, rasping kisses along the sensitive column of my throat as he toys and plays with my breasts. It’s incredible. I sink into the pleasure. The way he’s holding me, touching me. It’s more intimate, connected than ever. I feel the whole length of his body, his heat and muscle encircling me.
His hands trace lower, soft through the silk. He strokes my stomach, then slides his grip back, moving my hips to fit against his lap. I can feel the hard press of his cock. I grind on him, needing to feel the evidence of his arousal, how much he wants me.
He lets out a low groan beside my ear, then suddenly he releases me. I’m left alone in the dark, panting in shallow breaths.
“Where did you go?” I ask, panicked.
“I’m right here,” his voice appeases me. A hand rests gently on my shoulder. Reassuring me. I hear the sound of a belt buckle, and then the rustle of fabric falling to the floor.
He’s undressing for me.
I shiver, even though I’m burning up inside. When I feel the press of his weight on the bed again, his bare arms slide around me and the shock of skin on skin is so exquisite I moan.
“My sweetheart,” he whispers, licking and nibbling at my neck. He kisses across my shoulders, and his hands find my breasts again, squeezing and palming them with delicious pressure.
I twist around, hesitantly lifting my hands to his chest. “Can I touch you now?” I ask.
There’s a pause, and I find I’m hanging on his reply. I need him. I need to discover his body, learn it by heart.
“Please?” I whisper.
His lips graze up to my earlobe. I shiver from the rasp.
“You may.”
Excitement floods me.
I don’t even know where to start. Tentatively, I run my hands over his shoulders and across his back. In the dark behind the blindfold, I can’t see a thing, but I can feel him, muscle and sinew shifting under taut skin that burns beneath my touch.
It’s sensual. Erotic.
I move my hands around and slide them across his chest. He feels like he’s carved from marble, only warm, perfection in physical form.
My hands slide lower, and find the waistband of his briefs. I realize that for the first time, he’s the one almost naked, and I’m fully clothed.
“What’s that smile?” he murmurs.
“Nothing,” I say coyly. I stroke lightly across the hard bulge of his erection, and feel his whole body flinch. “Just…. I like touching you.”
“I like it too,” he growls. I stroke his clothed cock again, but he catches my wrist and drags it away. “I like it too much.”
Power surges through me, knowing he’s on the edge of control too. “Undress me,” I murmur. “I want to feel you against my skin.”
He stills. “Is that an order?”
“No,” But a thread of rebellion still runs through me. I bite my lip, and lay my hands against his chest. “Not unless you want it to be,” I add with a flirty grin.
He chuckles. “Minx.”
With a sudden move, he grips my waist and flips me onto my back. I gasp, surprised. He finds the zipper at my side and slowly drags it down all the way, dropping kisses on my collarbone as he goes.
My pulse kicks. He slowly peels the silk from my chest and pushes it down my body. Lower, lower, until I’m laying here naked in just a scrap of sinful silk thong.
“Look at you.” His voice is husky.
I can feel his gaze caressing me, heating every inch of my skin. My nipples tighten, my stomach twists. I lay back, throwing a hand above my head and jutting my hips.
Displaying myself to him.
“What am I going to do with you?” he muses, trailing a fingertip over my flushed and panting skin. “Should I taste those tight little nipples?” He swirls over the tender peaks. I gasp. “Or maybe I should feast on your sweet, dripping cunt...”He traces over my hip, down to the lace covering my wetness. I buck my hips, biting back a moan as his fingertips stroke my swollen nub through the silk of my panties.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Which one?” he sounds amused.
“All of it. Everything.”
His hand leaves me. Adrenaline races in my veins, waiting.
“No,” he finally whispers, his voice deep with lust. “You wanted to touch me, so now it’s your turn. Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Oh my god.
Heat shatters through me, so thick I can hardly breathe. I scramble to sit up.
He laughs again at my eagerness. “You’ll like that, won’t you? You’ve been so hungry without it. You can gorge on me, darling. Feast on my dick.” He tilts my chin up and strokes my lips, then pushes his thumb into my mouth. I groan, sucking his skin.
I’m in a daze. Suddenly, the only thing I want in the world is his hard cock driving into my mouth, filling me up.
“On your knees, darling.” His tone turns rougher. He helps me off the bed and then pushes me to the ground. The masterful touch thrills me.
Yes. I want it hard.
I reach up blindly, still feeling my way around his body with just touch, no sight at all. For a moment, I wish I could just rip the blindfold off and see his magnificent cock there in front of me; see the lust in his eyes as I pull down his briefs and free him.
Then he twists a handful of my hair in his fist and guides my face towards him, and fuck, the control is so much hotter than anything I could imagine.
I settle on my knees on the thick carpet.
“Open your mouth,” he orders me. “I’m going to feed it to you, every last inch.”
My pussy throbs. God, I’m turned on.
I wet my lips and open my mouth obediently.
He nudges at my lips, hard and hot. I flick my tongue out and lick around the head, tasting his clean flavor and salty tang. I swirl again, lapping at him.
He groans. “Fuck, baby.”
Emboldened, I wrap my hands around his shaft. He’s huge. Even using both hands, there’s still more length to cover, and my fingers don’t meet around his thick width. I moan at the thought of how good he’s going to feel inside me.
God, he’ll stretch me wide open. He’ll make me feel him for days.
I angle my head, taking him into my mouth. I suck him, using my lips as a tight grip, running over the ridge of his head and back again.
His hands tighten in my hair.
Yes.
My pulse quickens again, and now my heartbeat is thundering so loud it’s the only thing I can hear. I lick him again, and feel his body flinch. Everything is heightened in my velvet darkness, nothing else exists in the world except my wet mouth and his hard, thick cock.
He thrusts into my mouth, then withdraws. “You feel that, darling?” he growls. “I’ve been waiting for this so long. Every time you opened that mouth, I pictured fucking it. Your lipstick smeared on my shaft. Your tight lips swallowing me whole.”
He thrusts again and I moan. Dear God, this is hot. I suck him eagerly, trying to take him deeper with every stroke.
I want to please him. I want to drive him wild.
“Suck me,” he growls, pumping faster. “Take every fucking inch.”
He pistons hard, hitting deep at the back of my throat then pulling all the way out. I moan, loving the way it feels to be on my knees, totally at his mercy. He’s fucking my mouth now, not holding back, and I eagerly swallow him down.
He grips my hair tightly, controlling my movement. All I can do is take it, take him deep, gorging on the delicious thickness. I’m filled up, overwhelmed by the sensations crashing through me. His taste, his scent, the hard thrust of steely flesh driving into my mouth, relentless and thick.
“Fuck. You were made to have my cock in your mouth,” he growls.
I whimper with desire. My body is tight. I’m so turned on, I clench my thighs together. The throbbing in my clit is insane, crying out to be touched, rubbed, tamed.
I slide one hand down between my thighs to ease the pressure. He yanks my head up.
“What are you doing?” he growls.
“Please,” I murmur, “I need….”
“You need to learn who’s boss.”
He drags me from my knees and throws me face-down on the soft bed. I gasp, but there’s no time to brace myself before he yanks my panties down and lands a hard spank on my bare ass.
CRACK.
I shriek, shocked by the sudden sting. He spanks me again, and fuck, the pressure builds and pulses through my body in a delicious haze.
Oh God, it feels so good.
I rise onto my hands and knees, thrusting my ass back to meet him. I’m still covered by the blindfold, but I’m past caring what he thinks. I need it. Fuck, I need it so bad.
“My dirty girl,” he growls approvingly, landing another hard slap on my cheeks. “You love it, don’t you? Give that ass to me, darling. I’m going to brand you with my hand.”
I moan, clawing at the sheets as he spanks me hard and fast. Every stroke lands in a new spot on my ass and thighs, the pain melting into sweetness, a fiery pressure building inside me.
“You’re marked now,” he tells me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging me back, so I’m arched and wide open to him. “This ass belongs to me.”
CRACK.
“This sweet luscious pussy, those ruby cock-hungry lips.”
CRACK. CRACK.
“Who owns you?” he demands.
“You,” I gasp, caught up in the whirlwind of sensation. Hard and soft. Pain and pleasure. It’s dizzying. Incredible. Taking me over.
“Who owns you?” he demands, louder.
“You!” I cry, as he gives me a last, devastating slap. I cry out from the impact, but my howl of pain quickly turns to a mo
an of pleasure. He smoothes his hand over the tender flesh, reaching between my thighs to rub hard around my clit.
Oh god, I’m close.
“You do!” I gasp, thrusting into his hand. “You own me, you possess me. Please!”
He circles my tender clit with careful precision. “You want to come now, darling?”
“Yes,” I cry. My whole body is shaking, desperate for release. Pleasure is coiling tight inside me, an inferno, about to explode. “Let me come!”
The bed shifts. I feel a weight press into the mattress behind me, the heat of his body against my thighs and ass. His hand moves lower, spreading me open, dipping into my slick, needy core.
I whimper and clench around his fingers. There, I need him there.
“You’re ready for me, darling.” I hear the satisfaction in his voice. He grips my hips with both hands. His cock nudges my dripping lips.
“Come for me. Come right now!”
He slams inside me, his thick cock spearing me wide open in a single stroke.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I come with a scream.
Oh my god!
Ecstasy slams through me in a tidal wave of release. It’s epic, a force of nature, but he doesn’t stop for a minute. He withdraws, and thrusts again, plunging his thick cock deep inside, riding out my climax and pushing me to an even higher peak.
Oh fuck, I can’t take this. It’s too much, too good, too strong.
He thrusts into me hard, rocking my body back to impale my clenching pussy on every inch of him, all the way to the end.
His hands grip my hips tightly. His body slams against my ass. Over and over again he pounds into me, claiming my cunt, branding me from the inside out.
I sink face down in the covers, my whole body still convulsing with pleasure.
“I can’t…” I gasp, exhausted by the explosions ripping through me. “I can’t…”
“You can,” he growls.
He pulls out and flips me onto my back. I’m still lost in the velvet darkness, I can’t see a thing. I can only feel as he spreads my legs wide, pushing my knees up against my chest.