by Adler
I grasp his shoulders tight and pull myself back up straight. I take the mask and pull it over his eyes, and he growls at being taken away from all view. I stand, still straddling him, and grab the back of his head. I place it between my needing breasts. He goes crazy, pulling me in tighter. Licking, sucking, grabbing them hard with both hands and filling them into his warm mouth. As he works my breasts, I start to work his cock, teasing him through his pants, rubbing my aching “P” all over his hard cock. He rises up to meet me as my hips slam down on top of him. He can’t take it any longer.
All of the sudden, he grabs me behind my waist and under my ass and picks me up. He starts to kiss me passionately as I remove his mask to let him gain his balance. I have unmasked an animal ready to take hold of me. He carries me, assaulting my lips all the way to the bed.
He lays me on the silk sheets and takes the mask off of his head.
“It’s your turn,” he says as he places the mask over my eyes.
He leans over and kisses me, planting his lips on mine, and gently biting at my full lower lip.
“Stay right here, and don’t move.”
I lay still on the bed as I hear Harrison unzipping his pants. He’s walking away from me. He comes back in a matter of seconds and places my hands above my head. He starts to wrap a piece of silk around my wrists to bind my hands together. I hear him climb off the bed and walk away again. I feel cool air beginning to fill the room. He has turned the ceiling fan on. Oh my god. The cool air against my wet needing "P" is going to drive me insane. My whole body tenses up as I pull on the silk tie. I’m bound not only with my hands together, but he has tied the silk tie above my head to something on the bed. Shit. I’m locked firmly in place. The cool air is about to make me cum and not only has he taken away my sense of sight, he has taken away my sense of touch.
I hear Harrison returning from the direction of the master bathroom. I had heard the water running for a few seconds. This making me wait is starting to make me nervous, but it’s also turning me on to no end.
I can feel the mattress dip as Harrison climbs back on.
He’s down towards the bottom of the bed. He starts to run his hands over my legs and up my thighs. All of the sudden, he pushes my legs apart and bends them at the knees to make more room for them to spread wide open. God! The cool air is now intensifying my arousal. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I hear a clank of the glass on the nightstand and then Harrison is plunging his tongue inside of my “P”.
I tense up and pull on the silk tie. Omigod, it’s wet and ice cold. His mouth is cold from what I’m assuming is water from the bathroom and it’s about to send me over the top. Cool against my wet hot “P”. His tongue works over my clit, fluttering over the top in circles as he plunges his face further inside of me. This man has an oral talent that doesn’t compare to any experience I’ve ever had. An oral god is more like it.
Harrison abruptly pulls his tongue out of me. The teasing is going to drive me over the top. He gently flips me over onto my stomach, still leaving the mask on.
I hear the clank of the glass for the second time. I feel his tongue at the base of my back where it meets my hips. His tongue makes small circles and then he draws it slowly all the way up my spine, wet and cold. It sends chills over my skin while bolts of electricity travel all through me. The intensity is too much.
I can feel his naked hard body now on top of me, straddling slightly over my hips. He leans down and pulls my hair off my neck. He starts to suck on my ear lobe, dragging his mouth over my ear and flickering his tongue on all of the sensitive spots up and down my neck.
“I told you I was going to work your back in ways you have never felt before,” he says in an authoritative tone as he pulls slightly on my hair. He reaches a million nerve endings and sets every last one on fire. My hips push into the cool silk sheets, dripping and getting them wet. Harrison starts back on my shoulders, running his tongue over every last inch of my back and body. Up my legs, down my thighs and over my hips. There isn’t one place he’s left untouched.
“Now, I want you on your knees, Danielle.”
Omigod. I’m going to cum so hard from having all control and senses taken away from me.
“You’re going to have to release my hands.”
He begins to untie my hands from the bed, but keeps them bound together. I’m able to balance with my fingers sprawled out and gripping the sheets. He isn’t relinquishing complete release of my hands.
I hear him fiddling with something. Not knowing what’s in store is absolutely thrilling, and letting Harrison softly and sensually dominate me is exhilarating.
The minutes drag by, and it seems like he hasn’t touched my body in too long. He suddenly begins to cup my aching “P”. It’s ready to be taken, I’m craving my release and I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to take this.
All of the sudden, I feel one finger rubbing my clit and parting my wet tissues. It seems like there’s some liquid on his finger making me even wetter and his fingers glide easily over my “P”. Oh my. The orange lickable gel. That’s what he went back into the bathroom to get! How did I not see this coming!? The water running out of the faucet was to throw me off. Oh my. The warmth. The lickable lube is a warming gel. An edible warming gel... Good lord! The excitement is growing and now my whole “P” is warming up to a fiery sensation that promises to make my orgasm even more electric.
He removes his fingers from inside me and gently pushes my head down into the pillow, positioning my hips up with my head down at a slight angle. I feel him parting my ass and cupping my “P” again. He places one pillow under my knees to gain some height as he plunges his tongue once again inside me.
I throw my head into the pillow to hide my screams. The pleasure is now unbearable as his tongue works my “P” into oblivion. The fiery sensation is sending me into overdrive. In one quick movement, he removes his tongue and slams his hard cock into me from behind.
Ahhhh I let out a hard scream of passion. Shit! That feels so fucking good. Harrison grips my hips tight with both hands and he knows how close I am to climaxing. He shifts to a slower pace while he fills my “P” up, then takes it out only leaving the crown barely inside me. Then again, he drills it inside me. Deeper and longer strokes as I rock my hips to meet every thrust. My “P” muscles tense around him as I can feel the warmness and his erection combined. He starts to slam into me at a fast and steady pace, really holding me tight now. My muscles prepare for an intense orgasm to explode all over his cock. Letting out a long and loud scream of pleasure, I call out Harrison’s name and he cums just as my orgasm is about to stop. The start of his orgasm and that hot warming gel sends me into a multi-orgasmic state. We shudder and tremble intertwined with each other as I buck back into him with my back arched. Our breathing flows out of control as I drop to the bed and he collapses next to me. He removes my silk mask with trembling hands and he throws it to the floor. He kisses me tenderly on my forehead and then on my lips.
Chapter Sixteen
We wake up late the following morning and pack up all of our things for the ride back home. The scene from the night before seems straight out of some erotic movie. How incredible was that last night. A night full of sensual and sensory pleasure.
On the way home, we stop off at Multnomah Falls. We have a romantic brunch in a private room at the restaurant that overlooks the falls. I can’t help but replay the events that happened over the course of the weekend. It’s been such a mind-boggling weekend that I simply don’t want it to come to an end.
We are nearing Portland and I still have so many unanswered questions. If whatever we have going is to continue to move in the direction it seems to be moving in, then we have some serious discussions that need to take place.
“Harrison, I’m curious, did you pick out the lingerie or did you have your assistant do that for you?”
Harrison smirks, “Well, I selected it online but she picked it up. Does that count?”
“I guess it does, it’s just going to be hard to face her when I eventually meet her.”
“Oh don’t worry about it, she is discreet. You looked amazing in that by the way.”
I blush again. “Thank you, you have good taste.”
He grabs my hand and brushes the knuckles with his lips.
“You would probably make a paper bag look sexy.”
I giggle. “Well you make a wet towel look pretty damned good yourself.”
We both laugh as we pull up outside of my condo building, right in front of my office. He steps out of the Vanquish and grabs my bag from the trunk. He walks over to open my door and extends his hand to help me out. I shut the door behind me and he leans in for the kill. No words. A sensual long and passionate kiss. Whoa!
“Harrison, I had a nice weekend. Thank you.”
“I did as well, Danielle.”
“Here, let me help you in with your things.”
“Oh, no I can manage. I’m going to stop off at my office first. The weekend doorman will be able to help me if I need.”
He nods, then is quiet for a couple beats.
“This weekend was... I had a great time, Danielle. I will be in touch soon.”
With that, he leans in and kisses me again with depth that almost knocks me off my feet. I blush again, at least eight shades this time.
I stand in the doorway of my office watching Harrison race away is his sex mobile. So sleek and mysterious, the car fits the man. I need to grab a few things from my office to work on before the meeting first thing in the morning with my new clients. Ever since the Parade of Luxury homes, I’ve been consistently booked and I actually had to squeeze clients in where I could while I was working on the Towers project. Now I can focus on the others a bit more.
I put my things down by the inside of the door and sit down at my desk. Looking around at all the fabric swatches, paint chips, and furniture books, I feel my chest filling with pride. Look at how far I’ve come in such a short time. I’m feeling optimistic for the first time in years. Everything is certainly looking up.
I let out an obnoxiously loud yawn and stretch. I’m so tired. No, that would be a gross understatement; I’m exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. I’m looking so forward to hitting my cozy bed. After such an eventful weekend, what I really need is a few days of rest to catch up on the sleep deprivation. I lament at the hedonist I have become in the short time since meeting Harrison Towers, and I feel my face going crimson on me again.
I snap back to my current situation and a wave of sadness comes over me.
Although I had an amazing weekend with Harrison, I came away from it more confused than ever. I have absolutely no idea where I stand with Harrison. I can tell he is into me but he gives me no indication that he’s into me for anything other than a casual dalliances. On paper, Harrison is perfect for me in every way. He’s smart, established, sexy-as-hell and he inspires me to head for my goals with vigor.
What I’m unsure about is all of the things I don’t know about him. I have to face it, I had felt like I knew who Bradley was and as it turned out, I didn’t know him at all. I trusted him and he betrayed me. Now I’m left with built in distrust of men. It doesn’t help at all that Harrison is a hard read and that he is so secretive. I have this nagging question of whether I’m the only woman he’s seeing or not. I’m too scared to ask as I’m not fully prepared for the answer.
I shake my head at myself and realize that sitting here dissecting my so-called “love” life isn’t going to get me any closer to sleep. Besides, if my memory serves me, Simone should be home tomorrow and we have plans to catch up on everything. Might as well seize that and let her perform her amateur psychoanalytical garb on me.
I grab the books I need to look over and my overnighter, lock up the office and head up to my condo around the corner.
Once inside the building lobby it occurs to me, it’s Frank’s day off and it appears the weekend guy has gone home early. Shit! I was hoping for some help up to my condo with these heavy furniture books and fabric swatches. I struggle onto the elevator with my loaded arms and manage to get off at my floor without dropping anything. I plunk my weekend bag on the floor next to the door and fumble with my keys to open the multiple locks.
Ugh, all these locks seemed like a good idea when I was leaving Friday. At last, the door springs open after the lock on the handle is opened. I kick it open with my foot and proceed to the kitchen. I deposit my load on the countertop and head back to the door to retrieve my bag and keys. Once inside I lock all the bolts again. With my attention less diverted, I glance around my condo, ah, home sweet home. Except, what the hell is that? Something has caught my attention in my living room.
I feel all the blood drain my face. The door to my balcony is standing wide open with the white window sheers slightly flapping in the faint breeze. I hesitate to go toward the door but I have to investigate. It’s getting close to dusk, so it’s the time of day when shadows are just starting to appear. I quickly turn around and go back to the kitchen, open the junk drawer and feel around with my left hand while I keep my eyes fixed on the balcony door. I find what I’m looking for and head back to the living room with my kitchen shears in hand. On my approach to the balcony door, I switch on overhead lights and a floor lamp. Once at the balcony door I flip on the balcony light as I stand in the doorway with my scissors raised in an attack stance. I look to my left and then to my right, but there’s nothing there. A sickening feeling comes over me. What if someone is actually still in my condo? I shut the balcony door but don’t lock it. I quickly walk over to grab my mobile out of my purse and without giving it a second thought, I call Bradley.
After two rings, he answers.
“Dani?”
In almost a whisper, I say, “Yeah, it’s me. I know it’s strange my calling out of the blue, but um, are you in town right now?”
“Uh, yes I am... Why?”
“Well, I know the last time I saw you I said I didn’t really want to see you but...”
Before I’m able to finish my sentence, he interrupts impatiently.
“Just get to the point, Dani.”
“I just got home from being out of town and my balcony door was standing wide open and I know for a fact that I didn’t leave it open before I left.”
“Okay, don’t do anything, I’ll be right there.”
“Please hurry, and by the way, I know you’ve been here but do you know what number I am?”
He clears his throat.
“No, the doorman wouldn’t tell me.”
I smile, good old Frank.
“It's 1010, actually I think I may just meet you in the hallway just in case there’s someone in here.”
“Good idea, I’m on my way. Be there in five minutes.”
“Thanks Brad,” I whisper.
I decide to grab my purse and head out to the hallway. I figure if someone comes after me in the hallway, I might have a better chance of escape than being locked in my condo. I don’t recall seeing any signs of forced entry. Once Bradley is here, we can assess things. Oh, hurry Bradley!
After what seems like an eternity, I hear the ding of the elevator followed by heavy footsteps. I cross my fingers that it’s Bradley. With an immense amount of relief, there he comes, my knight in rusty armor. I catch my breath for a moment. I had forgotten how handsome Bradley is. Despite the furrow of his brow, no doubt due to his concern, he looks hot. He’s wearing a pair of red basketball shorts slung low on his hips and a white t-shirt peeking out from under a grey zipped up hoodie. I’m guessing he just got back from shooting hoops with his pals. One of his favorite pastimes. He flashes me a big smile, but I can see that he’s using restraint.
I smile back tentatively and without speaking, we enter the condo. He gestures for me to stay behind him, but I don’t obey and advance next to him. He starts wi
th the kitchen and checks out the pantry, then we head to the hall closet, and the built in cupboards in the living room. He then nods toward the bedroom and this time I do follow behind him. He takes a few steps into my room when I reach over to flip on the overhead light. Once the room is lit up and we can see everything, we both let out gasps.
What the fuck!! Everywhere we look there are pictures plastered in my room. There are pictures taped to the wall and scattered all over the floor so we can’t even see the hardwood. Spread out on the bed and even placed on the pillows. Bradley and I look at each. His eyes are open wide and I can’t breathe. My chest is too tight. Without speaking a word to me, Bradley takes his phone out of his hoodie pocket and places a call. “Yes, I would like to report a non-emergency break-in.”