by Janae Keyes
“Can do, Lord Branagan,” my associate Mr. Charles noted as I gathered up my portfolio and notes.
The first out of the office, I tore down the hall toward my office, I wanted to savor those few minutes alone with my girl, the one who’d given me her heart with no conditions or questions asked. Though she’d told me she trusted me, I knew I had a lot of work to gain that trust back completely. I knew I was willing to try.
Reaching my office door, I could hear Taylor and Leanne in conversation. Hearing Taylor’s voice nearly made my heart sing for her. It was soft and filled with a joy I could only find wrapped in her.
“Luckily Lord Branagan came in today in a good mood,” Leanne mentioned. “He can be harsh, and it got worse when his engagement was announced. I blame the fiancée, ever since getting engaged to her, the man had been so mean, but today. I don’t know, something changed.”
“Change is always good,” Taylor commented, clearly knowing the change was her.
I took the lull in the conversation to step into the office. Leanne stood leaning against a chair while Taylor sat cross-legged on the leather couch that sat in the corner. At the sight of me, Leanne quickly stood upright.
“Your lunch is on the table. I brought clean plates and cutlery as well as a bottle of red wine,” she explained expertly, knowing how I preferred my lunch.
“Thank you, Leanne. You are dismissed, have a good lunch,” I kindly said. The look of shock on the young woman’s face was something to behold.
“Thank you, Lord Branagan,” she said as she started toward the door and left Taylor and me alone.
I turned back to the door and clicked the lock. I wanted complete privacy with Taylor. I cut back to the gorgeous woman who sat in my office. It was her first time here, and it couldn’t be more perfect.
“How was your morning, my darling?” I inquired as I went and placed my meeting notes on my desk.
“It was good, I had a field trip group, but after that, there wasn’t much more. It was a light day,” she expressed.
“And Greg?”
Taylor had begun a relationship with my old uni buddy and curator. Us getting back together, I expected her to break her relationship off with him.
“He wasn’t there today, but I sent him a text.”
“Come here,” I instructed her. She was too sexy not to take advantage of the moment.
An expert at following my explicit instructions, Taylor stood from the couch. Her hips swayed as she made her way across the room to me. She was the perfection I’d always hoped for in my life. The woman of every single dream accumulated into one stunning piece of art.
“Yes, my Lord,” she whispered, reaching my desk, a sensual smirk lining her lips. My dick jerked in reaction to her words. I’d been hard since the moment I saw her in the hall. It was impossible for me not to be turned on by her.
Maybe this was all too good to be true, Taylor could be a mirage or an illusion. There was a possibility I was going mad. Never in a million years could I dream of having her. Yet, as much as it all seemed to be fake, inside I knew it was real, and I’d snagged the best of the best. The sexiest woman alive.
“Take off your dress,” I growled. I hadn’t seen her naked since I left her alone in bed that morning. My eyes burned to see her every curve, those perky and perfect tits, that adept round ass that kept me mesmerized and in a state of disillusion.
“Nate, we’re in your office,” Taylor whispered, a tinge of pink coming across her cheeks in embarrassment.
“I can take it off for you.” I kept my tone neutral with a touch of urgency. I wouldn’t punish her just yet for her indiscretion, using my name.
Taking her by the hand, I pulled her to me. My fingers trailing up her back and to the zipper of the tight blue dress. Sliding the zipper down, I caressed the skin of her back. I removed the useless piece of fabric from her shoulders, followed by her arms, and slid it down her torso before dropping it to her feet. Taylor stepped out of the dress.
My eyes feasted upon her body, her breasts and ass covered in a midnight blue lace. A growl erupted from my throat. She knew my weakness for her in lace. Loosening my tie, I brought my body against hers. My hands took her hips and fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, sliding down finding her entrance waiting and wet.
“I’ve been daydreaming about you all day. Touching you and tasting you. Seeing you tied up how I had you yesterday, begging for me to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear. Her breath was hitched as she moaned. “Shh, must keep it down.”
“I’ll try,” she whimpered as I rubbed at her clit, though she was losing that battle with trying.
“This will help.”
I took my tie and pulled it off. I pulled Taylor by her arms and flipped her to where her back was to me. Taking my tie. I put it around her head and gagged her mouth. I tied it firmly just above the base of her neck. Reaching for a pen on my desk, I grabbed it and placed it in Taylor’s hand.
“As you can’t talk, I will give you this pen. If you go to cold and we need to stop, drop the pen,” I instructed her. Taylor nodded in response. I saw a look of intrigue and lust in her big brown eyes. Perfection. “Bend over my desk.”
Taylor did as she was told and bent over, her glorious ass right in front of me. Taking my hand, I gave it a smack. She had to be punished for her earlier mistake. A small squeak came from her at my spanking.
“That’s for using my name earlier,” I muttered, she nodded.
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I kicked them along with my underwear off. My manhood was hard and awaiting all I would do to Taylor. Reaching into my desk drawer, I pulled out a condom. I yanked the package open and slid the rubber on. I hated the feel of condoms, but Taylor and I were both in agreement on being safe until she’d gotten on birth control.
Ripping her panties from her, she hissed. I bent to her, kissing her back, giving her neck a lick, tasting her skin. Aligning my hardness with her opening, I entered her, slowly, I wanted her to feel every inch of me in her.
Her hips wiggled, asking for more. My mouth practically watered at her actions. I’d dragged her into the deep end with me, and we were both enjoying the waters.
My hands gripped at the firm curves of her hips as she took my filling. Over and over again, I slammed into her sweet heat. Her gasps indicated her pleasure. I glanced to see if she was still holding the pen, she was gripping to it for dear life as I fucked her against my desk.
I was nearing my end, but I urged to make sure she was taken care of. Snaking my hand around, I ran the tip of my finger over her bud of pleasure. Giving it a rub, she shuddered under me, waves of pleasure hitting her. Her body tightening around me indicated that I could finally let go.
Grunting, I fought not to yell out her beautiful name. I rode out my orgasm, my load shooting into the condom.
Out of breath, I pulled out from her. I disposed of the condom and pulled my boxers up my legs before I began to ungag Taylor. She turned back to face me. Her skin just lined in a cool sweat, a grin on her face.
“You know I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered to her before I pulled her close, kissing her plump lips.
“I love you,” she murmured on my lips, bringing a smile to my face. Fuck, I loved her more than she would ever know. I never knew it was possible to love someone as hard as I loved her.
“I love you, my darling,” I said before kissing her once more, feeling her lips on mine. “I have an idea.”
“And that is?” she questioned as she began to pick her dress from the floor.
“My parents are throwing a party for my sister, Penelope. I want you to come. It will be much more tolerable with you there. Do you still have the credit card you bought art supplies with?”
“Yes.”
“After we finish lunch, take that, go get your hair and makeup done and whatever else you want or need. It is formal dress. Chris will bring you to the party around eight. Does that sound good?” I asked her. I already knew i
t was good by the excitement I saw in her eyes.
“A party sounds fun,” she commented as she threw her dress over her head and wiggled back into it.
I was already going hard again at the sight of her shaking those hypnotizing hips. There was no time to make her mine again. We had to have lunch, and I had much more work to attend to.
Getting my pants back on, I watched Taylor retreat to the couch and begin to search through the bag of food. I reached into my desk drawer and produced a small box. I’d had it in my desk since after Taylor left. It has finally arrived, and she was gone. I’d kept it, possibly in hopes of having her back.
Strolling to the couch, I kept the box hidden from her view until I sat down. I placed it in her lap. She stopped what she was doing and glanced down at the box with a golden bow I’d placed on her lap.
“What’s this?” she asked, her brown eyes coming up to meet mine.
“Open and see,” I enticed.
Taylor’s delicate fingers took hold of the ends of the bow and pulled it open. She slipped the lid from the box, and she gasped at what was revealed, a necklace.
The silver chained necklace sat on tissue paper in the box. What made this necklace so special was the pendant. Large and silver with intricate designs of roses, and a large sapphire in the middle. Taylor ran her fingers over the pendant, a smile on her face. She obviously loved it as much as I wanted her to.
“The pendant was originally a brooch that belonged to my grandmother,” I informed her.
“Oh, Nate. It’s beautiful. Thank you, Baby,” she hummed sweetly before she pulled me into a kiss. I reveled in hearing her call me Baby. The one thing she could say to me that made me melt for her in an instant.
“You’re welcome.”
“I’m going to wear it tonight. I love it so much.”
“I do have one request for you tonight,” I began before I gave Taylor’s lip a nibble, which caused her to moan. It was music to my ears.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t wear any panties.”
“Hmm, okay.” She took it as if I asked her to do something simple like get the mail or sign her name as if it was normal. I loved her for it, and I loved her for so much more.
Eating lunch, we chatted lightly. I loved watching Taylor’s personality. She was fun, but also had a serious side to her. I hated that I’d hurt her the way I had and in a way, I was still hurting her. She didn’t deserve that hurt, and I still was in a state of shock that she’d taken me back.
Taylor wiped her mouth and leaned into my arms. I didn’t want her to go, but I had work to finish up before being forced into the party.
“Can I ask you a question?” came her voice after a moment of silence.
“Anything.”
“Have you--er--slept with Miranda? You know have sex--with her?” Taylor was obviously nervous about not just the question, but the answer. I wanted her to keep the trust she had in me that was gradually growing.
“No,” I lied. It wasn’t a complete lie. I hadn’t slept with Miranda, but she and I had been sexual, the blowjob in the car that night, that burned into my mind. I could never tell Taylor about it. I was already betraying that trust. She wanted the honesty that I expected from her, but this one instance was where I couldn’t give it to her.
A sinking feeling told me that my lie would come back to bite me in the ass.
THIRTEEN
Taylor
I HUMMED THE song Nate, and I danced to in the garden as I finished getting ready. I’d called into the museum and went straight to the hairdresser. My curls were now bone straight and silky as they flowed down my back. I’d decided to surprise Nate. I was wearing the black dress he’d gotten me to wear on our first real date when he took me by helicopter to Edinburgh.
Adding the necklace he’d given me, I was ready. I hadn’t worn the dress since that night when Nate had introduced me to his world of pleasure. Touching my wrists, I could feel the scarves keeping my wrists bound to his bed.
Tonight, he’d asked something special of me. He’s requested I not wear panties. I’d never been the girl to go commando, but the idea of it was alluring. It was a secret between Nate and I, our little something to link us through the night.
He hadn’t noted if Miranda would be in attendance. I was the most nervous about meeting his family. I’d seen his sister Evangeline at the charity event, but knowing his parents would be at this party frightened me. Maybe tonight he’d finally say, fuck it, and claim me as his own publicly to his family. Though it was a longshot.
I took my clutch in my hands and left my bedroom behind. Moving down the stairs, I spotted Sara. She was finishing up for the day. Tonight, there was something majorly different about her. She was wearing her hijab.
“Oh, Sara, you look so pretty,” I complimented the woman who turned and gave me a smile. Her hijab was a dark shade of teal with gold trimming that made her face light up. “What’s the occasion?”
“Thank you, it is Hijri, the Islamic New Year. Tonight, I’m going to the mosque for prayer,” she explained to me.
“Happy New Year, I suppose.”
“Thank you. I hope you have fun tonight. You’re looking mighty sexy. I’m assuming things are on between you and Nathaniel.” There was a look in her eye that told me she didn’t completely approve. I knew it was because of the fiancée.
“Yes, we’re trying this again. I hope things end up better than before. He insists that I can trust him again. I love him so much. I feel like if I don’t try, I may regret it one day,” I told my friend. She nodded, I knew in some way she could agree with the sentiment behind it.
“You look beautiful, I’m sure he won’t be able to keep his eyes off you,” she said sweetly. I gave her a smile as I strolled to the door.
Opening the front door, I was greeted by Chris who leaned against a pillar with a cigarette in his hand. His eyes widened as he studied me from head to toe.
“Looking good there. I’m sure you are ready for the party. It’s at the Savoy, you know?” Chris noted to me.
“I didn’t, cool.”
The ride through a busy night London was as nice as usual. The traffic was jammed, but it was expected. Chris and I chatted through the drive. I’d given him Lauren’s number at her request. It turns out he was as taken with her as he was with him, he’d called her, and they had a date coming up.
Arriving at the hotel, Chris opened my door and allowed me out of the car. Other party guests were arriving. Chris noted with me that he wouldn’t be far if I needed him.
I strolled into the hotel and followed apparent party guests until I was in a grand ballroom. Everything was decorated in purple and silver. The lights dim and the chandeliers sparkling, no expense was spared with this party. I eyed all the guests. They were dressed to the nines. The women in gorgeous and glittering gowns and the men in dapper tuxedos. Though I was dressed just as well as them in my Chanel gown, I felt slightly out of place.
I grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and sipped on it as I stood alone in a corner. I didn’t quite know what to do with myself. I’d scanned the room and hadn’t spotted Nate at all. Sighing, I put the champagne glass to my lips and drowned down the last of the bubbly drink.
“Nathaniel, look it’s Taylor.” I heard the sickening sweet voice of Miranda.
Sharply turning, I spotted the man whom I loved with everything and his fiancée. I plastered a fake smile on my face as they neared. I saw the shock in Nate’s eyes as he observed me in my dress.
“Lord Branagan, Lady Dowlington, a pleasure,” I cooed sweetly to the faux couple.
“Taylor, you look stunning,” Nate commented, trying to keep his voice neutral, though I saw the lust and wanting in his eyes.
“She does. Your dress is absolutely lovely,” Miranda added.
“There they are!” called the voice of a man. I turned to see and older man and woman joining us. I knew right away they were Nate’s parents as he favored his father and
I’d seen plenty of photos of them. I glanced at Nate out of the corner of my eye. He nervously shifted on his feet. This was his chance to tell them to fuck themselves and that he was going to be with me, not Miranda. I held in a chuckle at myself, as I knew that wouldn’t be the case.
The couple approached us and greeted both Nate and Miranda with hugs and kisses. Miranda fit in well with them, a picture of royal perfection. While his parents were occupied with Miranda, Nate took a moment to lean into me, his hand settling on my hip for a moment. A shiver moved down my spine at his touch.
“I’m not wearing panties, as you asked, my Lord,” I murmured into his ear. A wicked grin spread across his face.
“The two of you must meet Taylor, she is the artist Nathaniel hired to do all those wonderful new paintings at the manor,” Miranda pointed out. At that moment, Nate’s hand left my hip, leaving me burning for his touches once more.
“Yes, mother and father, this is Taylor Walker, the talented American artist I hired,” Nate boasted proudly. I gave each of them a smile.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Your Graces,” I said, addressing Nate’s parents properly. Luckily, I’d done a bit of research on how to address a Duke and Duchess before leaving the house, or I would surely have my foot in my mouth.
“A pleasure to meet you as well,” Duchess Branagan said kindly to me before waving someone over.
The woman who came in our direction, I’d seen her before. It was Nate’s oldest sister Evangeline. She was draped in a silver gown and diamonds. This woman showed that she could afford anything she wanted. Nate scowled at her presence. I knew his relationship with her wasn’t the best.
“Mother, Father, Miranda, Nathaniel,” she noted before she paused at me. Her voice was snooty and right away I didn’t care for her. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“That’s the artist Nathaniel hired, Taylor,” Miranda said, speaking up.