by Carol May
Thanking him I head to the elevator. Stepping out onto Blaine’s floor, I look down the corridor. Thinking to myself I hope I never become complacent about surroundings as plush and luxurious as these. I think about snapping a picture and sending it to John but then I think better of it. He would go into full big brother mode and would want to know where I am. Then I would have to explain. Grimacing, I change my mind. Not something I want to get into.
As I walk into the suite, I drop my bag and the envelope into a chair. I head to the wet bar to pour a glass of wine. It is early for a glass, I must admit but what the hell. Taking the fragile glass with me I wander around. I suppose I could flip on the sixty inch flat screen but I am not in the mood for any type of afternoon television. Moving into the bathroom it is as if that claw foot tub is calling my name. I begin to fill it as I turn away in search of some type of dock for my phone. I saw one somewhere. Not wanting to pry (My mama would be so proud!) I find a stereo system with satellite radio. Finding an easy listening station, I begin to remove my clothes. Deciding to take advantage of the mask I head out into the living space for the envelope. After retrieving it, I slip into the tub pull the black silk down over my eyes. Relaxing back with my arms across the outer edges of the tub I try to let the images of today go. I just want to erase parts of them altogether.
I must have dozed off because somewhere in my dreams I can feel the gentle touch of something running between my breasts. I open my eyes but I still see black, the mask. Reaching to slide the mask up, I hear one word, “no,” that’s when I realize I can’t move my hands. I tug both of my arms only to find the softness of silk on each. I must have been wrong about the contents of the envelope. Obviously there were four objects included. I am no longer asleep but I am lost in the sensation as that gently glides across my breasts barely touching them. A light moan escapes my lips expressing the pleasure I am feeling from what I now understand is the feather. It’s journey around and across my breasts is sending wonderful sensations throughout my body. Each time I made any attempt to speak those tantalizing feelings stop. When I could take no more, I simply said, “please.” The room became deathly silent causing me to think I had been abandoned. After few seconds, I felt the tension that was keeping my hands in place dissipate. I raise my hands to push the silk off of my eyes but again I am told no. Blaine’s strong arms slip under me as he scoops me out of the water with the strips of silk that just moments before bound me to something dangling from my wrists.
Standing me on my feet, the softness of a towel begins absorbing the beads of water from my wet body as it slowly glides across me. Opening my mouth to speak, I am cut off by the gentleness of his voice, “Darlin don’t say a word.” Following his directions, I remain silent but I can’t help the small grin that is taking over my lips. So this is the game he wants to play. I must admit, I have no problem falling completely into it standing here as Blaine completes drying me off. Once again, his strong arms lift me, I can both feel and hear him taking several steps on the tile floor before the sound of his footsteps fade away onto the carpet. As he lays me down on the softness of the Egyptian cotton duvet I am a bit nervous about not being able to see but it does add to the sensual moment. Nibbling on my ear, he softly whispers, “I am going to take you to places we have never gone before. You must trust me.”
With that one comment a small alarm is beginning to go off in my head but before I can reply, I feel his firm lips on mine pelting me with tantalizing soft kisses that are gradually becoming a little firmer. Pulling those lips from mine they move down my neck as he runs his hands down my arms lifting them to above my head when I feel the lengths of fabric become taunt. He is tying them to something. “Blaine, I…”
“Shh. Don’t speak. You will enjoy this, I promise but you must trust me. You do trust me don’t you Charli?”
Without thinking, I quickly reply, “Yes.”
I feel the bed move. He must be getting off. There is complete silence in the room for what seems like a very long time. Almost long enough for me to become concerned that I am alone but somehow I can sense that is not the case. Suddenly, soft music comes from somewhere above. The music itself has a sensual tone setting the mood for what is yet to come. The anticipation of the unknown is making me moist. That’s when I feel it. A drop of some type of warm liquid between my breasts. I can feel it’s path as Blaine pours it down my body stopping just above my mound. I hear ever so softly in my ear, “Give into it. Let yourself go. Doesn’t it make you want more?”
The warmth that is slowly spreading across me is causing me to arch my back in search of some relief. He is right. I do want more. “Yes.”
“Charli, did you just speak? I believe the direction was for you not to. Shame on you. I was just about to give you some relief but now that is not the case. Let’s try it again and see if you can follow my directions. Don’t speak, Darlin. Get lost in the feeling.”
Vowing in my mind to not speak, I realize it is almost impossible when I feel his warm breath following the trail of the sensual liquid. A small moan escapes me as his lips do not stop with the liquid. Lying here in Blaine’s arms, I am reveling in the shuddering climax I have just experienced. It was as if, it started in my toes and moved upward in a passion filled wave of pleasure. When he finally removed the mask and untied my arms, I collapsed into a shameless warm afterglow.
Chapter 29
I’ve been seeing Blaine off and on for several months now. When he is in Miami we spend a great deal of time together. I have managed to keep my picture out of most of the gossip magazines. Blaine isn’t as news worthy as Houston which means flying under the radar isn’t very difficult. We have not discussed being exclusive which is not something I am actually sure I am ready for. I suppose only time will tell. Right now, I am sitting at my desk taking a quick break from another proposal we are putting together. The relationship between Lana and myself is definitely strained. We are working to keep Supreme Corporate Travel our main priority. The friendship we once shared is now a thing of the past. I must admit I never imagined the only relationship I would have with the woman that I once considered my sister would be a working one. The conversations we share are work related and even then it is as brief as possible. A great deal of the communication between us is completed through emails. We have this routine we have fallen into by ending each day with a written summary of how our day progressed along with concerns we may have. So far, this has been working for us. Of course, she has been out of town handling the retreats. The more retreats she handles the better off I am.
Smiling, I can’t stop thinking about the text I received about an hour ago. Who am I joking? I’m not just smiling, I am in full blown anticipation. Picking my phone up, I look at it once more.
Will be in Miami in about two hours. Someone will pick you up. Be out front at exactly two. I have a surprise. No questions.
I send my reply. Bossy!
No reply. Well, it is difficult to argue with something that you know is the truth. Smiling, I think about us. Blaine does tell me what to do sometimes but the thing is for some reason, I like it. He isn’t over the top bossy or controlling. Actually, he is just the opposite. I think he understands that I only follow the directions that I want to. Strange thing is I haven’t found one yet that I don’t want to follow like the being out front. He knows good and well that if I didn’t want to do it I would have said so and that would have been the end of it. Generally when he gets into the controlling thing it is something I am really going to like. Smiling, I can’t help but think back to last week when I received a text directing me to be out front of 303 in thirty minutes. He seems to have a thing for telling me to be some place. Anyway, it was well after midnight when I exited the building. I didn’t have to look very far because there in the pull through lane was Blaine leaning against an antique 57 Chevy convertible. He completed the picture of bad boy with a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that was molded to his body allowing me to just see a hint of the sculpted
chest I knew was underneath. Smiling as I walked toward him I couldn’t resist when I said, “So this old thing is what you got me out of bed for?” We roared off like two teenagers running from the police. With just a little bit of a laugh, I can’t help but think that the pleasure I found in the backseat and the things we did to each other should be illegal.
Following the directions from earlier, I find a stopping place, push back from my desk and grab my bag. I did let Lana know that I was leaving early today just before I logged out of my computer through our instant messaging system. Pausing outside her closed office door for just a second, I really wish I felt comfortable about stopping in to tell her in person but the messenger will have to do. Joan is working feverishly on the final arrangements for an upcoming event. During the last few months, Joan has taken on the role of being the go between. She is more involved with the actual events than we had originally planned but I am fine with it. I know she has been very helpful to Lana. Especially when Joan accompanies Lana on those long distance events since I do not fly. I really wouldn’t want either of them to know this but I like having the office to myself sometimes.
Stepping outside our building, true to his word I find one of Blaine’s men waiting for me but this time it is in a ruby black metallic Mercedes. Gorgeous car that is for sure. My brothers would be drooling at this very moment if they were here. Who am I joking? I am drooling. Smiling, I move toward the open door that Juan (I think that’s his name) is holding open for me. I still have no idea where I am going. I trust Blaine.
As we are moving through the city I find us in a section I have never visited. From the looks of the neighborhood, I am not sure I will ever visit again. We pull up to what looks like an old renovated building, Juan gets out and opens my door. I sit contemplating if I really want to exit the luxury of this car. He reaches into me and says, “May I be of assistance, Ma’am?”
My inner Midwest conscience says, “No way am I getting out.” Just about the time I think I will reach over slap his hand and pull the door closed, my phone goes off. Digging it out of my bag, I look down to read the text.
Get out, Charli. Promise you will enjoy it.
Looking all around, I don’t see him but he must see me. I understand I am at a crossroads. If I stay inside refusing to exit, this thing between us will more than likely be over. If I get out, who knows what I am getting into. Quickly, weighing my options, I go with number two. I exit onto the sidewalk. Reminding myself the entire time that I trust Blaine.
Standing here with Juan in what appears to be a warehouse district, I feel strange. I am unsure as what I am suppose to do. Do I simply stand here? Do I walk somewhere? As I am turning my head to look for some type of hint, Blaine steps out from nowhere. I move toward him hoping that my smile masks the concern I have. When I am within arms length he pulls me to him, leans down and gives me a panty melting kiss that erases any and all of my doubts from just seconds before. Smiling, I can’t help but respond, “Well, hello to you also” when our kiss is broken.
Returning my smile he replies, “I’ve missed you, Darlin.”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me to what I now realize is a well concealed door. We pause outside where he explains he has something he wants to show me. Which I find a little strange that I cut my day short for him to show me some type of abandoned warehouse
Handing me a card, he continues, “This is yours.”
Giving him what might possibly be described as a weak smile, I retract my hand. Looking from him to the place he exited from, I can’t find any place to insert it. Guiding my hand to what looks like a hole, we swipe the card across it. I hear a lock open. Blaine pushes on a section of what I now know is a door. Stepping inside, I find another door. Looking over at him with my what the hell look, he raises his eyebrows a couple of times before speaking. I am not sure if I want to laugh or cuss him. I suppose, I will settle for a smile.
Blaine responds with, “This is the real lock. That whole key card thing is basically for show. It will get you into this outer foyer but that is as far as you can get without this.” Holding up his index finger, he places it onto a pad.
Looking down at me, he gives me a wink and says, “This uses a thermal based scan of my index finger.” He punches in some type of code then turns to me, “Place your index finger on the scanner.” Pausing for a second, I contemplate what is happening, I have no idea what I am getting myself into because I have learned with Blaine Carlton I never know. Doing as I am directed, without asking questions, I raise my finger for it to be scanned. Immediately after the scan is complete, he punches in another code. Leading me back outside, I am beginning to think he has gone off the deep end.
Turning to me with just a small amount of his swagger peeping through he says, “Now, Darlin let’s try this again. Use the card.” Even though I know what he wants me to do I can’t resist it, I stand here doing absolutely nothing. All I hear him say is, “Well?”
Again, not being able to resist, I look up to him with just a hint of a smile I play the dumb card as I simple repeat him. “Well?”
“Swipe the damn card, woman.”
Doing as I am told, I swipe it. As he gestures for me to walk in, I feel a small swat on the butt. Smiling to myself, I step back inside what could be described as an outer foyer, I suppose. Waiting for just a second, we stand there. With a small laugh, "Oh, you want me to hold my finger up to the thermal whatcha ma jig?” I say playing the dumb card. “I could think of better places to put my finger, actually my whole hand,” I say as I lick my lips just a tiny bit. The only response I receive is a playful eyebrow raise. “Oh, ok. I am scanning.” I hear the lock open, followed by Blaine pushing the door inward.
Stepping inside, I am utterly shocked at what is before me. I feel as if I have stepped back in time to the gilded age. I am greeted by an intricate wood work antique table and a tiffany lamp both which scream money. I mean serious money. These are in no way replicas. Holy cow! Looking around the room, I am speechless. My eyes are having difficulty finding a place to focus.
Guiding us further into the room, he says “Welcome to my home. You now have entrance to it. I hope you will come and go as you please.”
Turning to face him I am not exactly sure how I feel at this very moment. All this time we have been together, he never hinted that he actually had a home here in Miami. We always went either to 303 or the hotel. Looking into those blue eyes of his I manage to mumble, “I don’t know what to say.” He mistakes my inability to speak as something other than what it is. For lack of better words, I am pissed. Taking a couple of very deep breaths, I use the calming technique I learned years ago. Finally managing to speak, I question him, “Did I understand you to say this is your home?”
Smiling he quickly replies, “Yes, it is my home.”
With a death ray glare, I continue, “You mean to tell me all the times you took me to that hotel, you actually had a home here?
He begins to interpret the situation as he responds, “Yes.”
The anger I am feeling at this moment is quickly turning to rage. Who in the world does he think he is? I have no doubt that my facial expression is beginning to mirror my feelings. “What do you mean yes?” I can feel my body almost beginning to tremble. “You have treated me as if I am some type of whore.” I hope there are daggers shooting from my eyes at this moment because I could kill him.
Removing my bag from my hands, he places it on a table near the door. Taking a few steps back to the space he just left, Blaine touches my shoulders gently pulling me into him as if he were handling a piece of fragile glass. As he wraps his strong arms around me, I feel secure. Inhaling the scent that I am coming to associate with Mr. Blaine Carlton, I bury my face in his firm chest. What I smell reminds me of leather, a hint of citrus maybe a touch of ocean breeze along with something that is darn sensual. He smells as sexy as he looks. Taking me by the chin, he tilts my head back as our eyes find each other. Staying in this embrace for just a moment, Blaine be
nds to me as our lips join. The tenderness, I can feel in this kiss warms me throughout my body. There is no rush. No wanton desire. It is as if this kiss is enough.
Pulling apart, a small smile is briefly on that chiseled face as he continues, “Charli, I have never brought a woman here. You are the first. Actually, I have only brought a very few people into my home. I consider this my sanctuary. This is the place where I do not have to impress anyone. I like living here alone basically. I do have a few staff members that live here but that is all. I keep the hotel suite for business. If I must entertain clients I do it at one of my clubs. I can see that I have upset you.”
Moving from him, I remain facing away while I attempt to process what he is saying. Business? Did he just call me business? What the hell? Drawing in a very deep breath, I turn ready to pounce. “What does that mean you keep the hotel suite for business? Does that mean I am or was business? If so, what kind of business could I possibly be?” I can feel my blood pressure rising as my anger increases. “Was I that easy? What made you change your mind?”
Exhaling Blaine looks as if he is completely confused. Finally, he speaks. “Charli, I have been fascinated with you from the first time I saw you at J. Elliot’s. Those couple of months that I stayed away from you after our meal at Clara Belles was extremely difficult for me. It has taken me some time to decide if I wanted to bring you here, I will admit that. I did not wish to upset or deceive you. It simply never crossed my mind to tell you about my home. As I just explained, I do not bring people here.”
Flashing me that mega watt smile of his, he continues, “Why don’t we walk through the remainder of the house. The main floor is made up of what you see here, there are the basic rooms down here along with my office. Which I must admit, I do spend a great deal of time in here. Nodding my head in agreement, I allow him to lead me through a door where I can't help but smile as I look at a desk almost as messy as mine. It looks nothing like the neat almost pristine one that I saw at his office. Walking around to his chair, I pull it back and sit down in it. With a seductive smile, at least I hope it is seductive I run my hands across the arms as I lean back in it, saying, “I wonder if this chair is as sturdy as the one at The Blaine Company office?”