by Cee Smith
He stopped with phone in hand and shot me a look over his shoulder. His quirked eyebrow dared me to continue. I traced the faint tilt of his smile with my eyes and slipped from the bed.
We were an hour outside of the city when I began interspersing stolen looks of Everett with the scenery flashing past my window. For someone who didn’t drive very often, Everett held a casual grace behind the wheel. Perhaps it was the clothes; it was the most dressed down I’d ever seen him. In just a chambray shirt and chinos, Everett looked more like a man coming back from the Hamptons than from a business trip.
I fidgeted in my seat, looking for relief from the ache that had been building since we’d left the hotel.
“How are you doing over there?” His eyes never left the road, but I could make out the sly smile.
“If your goal was to torture me, you’ve succeeded.”
“Well you were wiggling that ass so much. I figured you’d enjoy my present. Do you not?”
“I’d enjoy it better if these things would make me come.”
Earlier that morning, Everett ordered our breakfast and slipped into the shower behind me. He removed the soap from my hands and slammed me against the shower glass. With arms outstretched, I was pinned beneath him, victim to his ravenous mouth. His hard length pushed between my legs and I rose up on my tippy toes, aligning our bodies like two puzzle pieces positioned to fit.
“You always want more. Don’t you, Indigo?”
He couldn’t have known how true his words were. While my leg wound around his to pull him closer, he shifted farther away, keeping me at a distance. “Uh-uh. I’m afraid you’re going to be left wanting. Keep your hands exactly where they are.”
Everett kissed his way down my body, his lips brushing my inner thighs. The shower door cracked open behind him and his hands returned to me.
“What’s that?” I tipped my head to his partially closed hand filled with two silver orbs.
“A present that is better felt than seen.”
“Is this some type of riddle?”
He didn’t answer me. The touch of his tongue dancing between my legs silenced any other questions I had for what he planned next. It didn’t matter, so long as he kept kissing me anywhere, everywhere. I pressed my hands harder into the glass, afraid they’d slip with the weightlessness overcoming my body. One hand opened me up, granting access to his tongue that was there and gone before I could fully experience nirvana.
“More. God, more please,” I moaned so low, I wasn’t sure he could hear me above the pinging sound of water beating against the ceramic floor. With the one hand still holding me open, his other hand pressed higher against me. Cold metal brushed against my hot center, and there was a pinch of pressure as he pushed something inside me, slow and steady.
“That’s it, precious,” he breathed against my core as he stuck not one but two globes inside me.
Hours later, I sat in his car, feeling every little pebble in the road as the metal rubbed me from the inside out, creating a delicious friction within me. That smug smile split his face. He turned to look at me, the sound of his phone’s ringtone echoing through the car. We both paused to read his Bluetooth display.
“Hi, Mom,” he answered.
“Honey? Can you stop by and help me pull the china down? Josie Kiplin is supposed to come by later for tea and this other set just isn’t right.” The sound of rattling porcelain could be heard over the speakers.
“Mom, Mom?” Everett spoke loudly over the ruckus his mother was making, “Look, I’m not home. I’m on my way back to the city now.”
“But you can be here within a couple hours, can’t you, darling?”
“I’m not alone—”
“Perfect. Then you can bring your friend along. I’ll have some iced tea and croissants ready. See you soon, honey.”
She smacked her lips, giving air kisses through the phone and hung up before Everett could get a word in edgewise. I couldn’t read his face, but he looked more annoyed than upset by the turn of events.
“Those balls will just have to stay in a little longer.” He winked and I groaned.
“Thanks for stopping by, honey. Look at these beautiful cups,” Ms. Belford held the dainty cup between her thumb and index finger, while her other hand balanced the bottom of the mug. “Vett’s grandmother gave me this set after his sister was born.”
“Ah yes, I think Everett’s mentioned her.” I made eye contact with Everett as he put the box back up at the top of the hallway closet. Ms. Belford looked between the two of us and offered a polite smile, as if to pardon her son’s manners.
“I guess that’s an improvement. He always has been a bit reserved. I imagine he’s the same at work. How long have you worked with my son, Indigo?”
“Only a few months. I’ve actually enjoyed working underneath him. He’s quite brilliant.”
“Well, I hope it isn’t all work and no play with you two. You are a very beautiful girl.”
“That’s enough, Mom. I only brought Indigo with me because we were coming back from a work event.”
“No need to bulldoze. I was just making conversation with the young lady. You say you were at a work function? Hmm. And you drove up together? How economical of you.”
Everett growled beneath his breath. The muscle in his jaw flexed while his eyes stayed transfixed on me. I couldn’t decide whether he was looking at me or through me. I was sure he was thrown off by his mother’s questions. When was the last time she’d met someone Everett was seeing, I thought. It couldn’t have been recently. There was too much intrigue behind those honey-colored eyes of hers.
Tension filled the room like carbon monoxide—silent and deadly. Looking for a reprieve, I asked for the nearest restroom. Ms. Belford quirked a smile I’d seen one too many times on her son.
“Come on. I’ll show you.” Desire washed over Everett’s face, reminding me of the globes shifting inside me. They orbited within, pulling my craving back to the forefront. I gasped at the friction nudging at my most sensitive spot.
“Are you all right, dear?”
“Vertigo,” Everett countered back as he took me by the elbow and led me up the stairs. I was sure there was a bathroom on the first floor, what with the home being so large, but I followed his rushed steps. Once upstairs, he whipped open a door, pulling me in behind him and shutting it before I even realized we’d entered the bathroom.
He shoved me up against the door, making me gasp in surprise.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, afraid that even with a door and a floor separating us, his mom knew exactly what we were up to. With her son’s hands pulling at the zipper of my pants and snuffing out the space between us, I only hoped his mom didn’t know all of Everett’s dispositions. He worked my pants down to my knees before dropping to his own in front of me. His hands grappled my legs, squeezing my thighs before sliding around my hips to knead my cheeks.
“All of those people that watch us and you’re scared of one little old lady?” My eyes widened as his head nudged between my thighs, positioning his mouth right at my apex.
“You’re fucking with me, right? Is this one of your little tests?”
“No test.”
He breathed me in deep, his chest expanding wide on an inhale. His fingers felt especially cold with the heat climbing up my body. Inching inside with just his fingertips, he pulled the orbs until they released with a plop. The weight was gone, but something new grew in its absence. An ache—heavy and swollen with need. A physical manifestation of everything I’d felt for Everett since the first time I saw him. It was a feeling that blanketed me like the static noise of the city. A look I saw reflected in his own eyes. He blinked and the look was gone—swept aside like childhood dreams.
Everett straightened out. “You had to go the bathroom, did you not?”
I shook my head at the sudden change of subject. My body was still flaming the fire he had created in me.
“Yes,” I said as I moved away from the do
or to allow him to exit.
With a flourish of his wrist he pointed toward the toilet, a welcoming gesture that seemed so out of place with what he was suggesting.
“You don’t expect me to—”
“You better hurry. You wouldn’t want my mother to come looking for us.”
Stunned immobile with pants still wrapped around my knees, he took me by the arm and guided me over to the toilet. His hands gripped my shoulders and pushed down until the rest of my body followed. I sat on the toilet and watched as he backed up until he was leaning against the wall directly across from me. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he locked eyes with me as he brought the balls up to his mouth.
“Cleanliness is next to godliness.” He winked at me before he brought one of those balls up to his mouth. As he inhaled, the muscles of his body pressed against his clothes as if to escape. I fought against a bladder that begged for release while watching Everett in astonishment. His tongue slipped around the metal, reminding me of the man who slurped cream from the silver bowl in the room of kittens. Everett looked just as satisfied.
Tapping my feet against the floor, I measured how long I could hold it. I wasn’t sure what kind of test this was, but I was sure I was failing. The last thing I wanted was for Ms. Belford to find me in the restroom with her son. Her imagination couldn’t conjure up what was actually happening in this room.
“Go, Indigo. You’ve got thirty seconds.”
He nodded his head and licked the second ball. I closed my eyes and felt the first trickle. The sound assaulted my ears. I cinched my eyes tighter, trying in vain to shut out the noise. Never in my life had I been so aware of the sound of me peeing than I was at that moment. I wasn’t even sure that Everett was still watching, but I was more mortified with him hearing me pee than I was at crawling around after him with a tail shoved up my ass. It seemed this man’s depravity knew no bounds. Just when I thought I’d seen the darkest parts of him, he pulled something like this. And always with a smile.
I opened my eyes and the balls were gone—stuffed in his pockets by the looks of his bulging pants. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his eyes held the look of annoyance.
“Did that do it for you? Or would you like to wipe me as well?”
“You still don’t get it, do you? It’s not the act that ‘does it for me,’ it’s the thought. You know your brain is your biggest sex organ. Well, think of what it does to me to know that I own you. That you do these things for my pleasure. That is the biggest turn on. Your inner struggle plays across your face so beautifully and that’s what makes you so fucking amazing, Indigo. You’re so transparent.”
His back separated from the wall and he stalked closer. He never looked down, not that he could see between my thighs smushed together there on the toilet seat. Instead, his eyes scanned my face as if measuring me. Did I measure up to the woman he wanted? Was I as good as those women in the pictures he paraded around at gala openings? Was I better? He wasn’t one for dispensing compliments easily, and the constraints of our relationship didn’t give me the fortitude to ask such brazen questions. The truth was, I wasn’t sure it would matter. It wouldn’t change how I felt about him, only tear down the bridge I had been building between the two men I had come to know—the Suit and the dom.
Fingers kissed my jaw, a touch of sweetness I rarely saw yet craved immensely. He kissed the top of my head and I closed my eyes, relishing the tenderness. The door clicked shut and the moment was over.
“Enjoy your tea with Mrs. Kiplin, Mother. I have work I need to get done, so I need to take Indigo home.” Everett stood by the door, keys in hand as I came downstairs. Ms. Belford looked between us, fighting her natural inclination to encourage us to stay.
“Thank you for stopping by. It was so lovely to meet you, Indigo.” She held her hands out for me to grasp. I gripped her palms and she pulled me in to kiss my cheeks, her soft skin brushing against mine as she air-kissed me like a European.
“You seem like a good girl. Take care of my son,” she pulled me closer and half-whispered in my ear. We exited her brownstone townhouse and Everett laughed on his way to the car. I climbed in and buckled the seatbelt and watched his face still filled with mirth. “What’s so funny? Am I not good?”
“No. You’re good in every way that counts.”
Thursday, November 12th
“Is he available?” I asked Catherine.
After a week spent tweaking a few things, the Oaken project was officially done. I just needed final approval from Everett that I could continue working on the other projects that had been put on the back burner. The doors to his office were partially open, enough for me to hear that he was on the phone, but I had to strain to make out what he was saying.
“I believe he’s on a phone call. Give me just a few minutes.”
I hated that wherever we were, there was always someone there to act as a buffer between us. At work, it was Catherine; at the club, it was Gail. The closer we became outside of the confines of our designated relationship, the more annoyed I was by the interference. The Catherines and Gails all seemed to remind me that despite our growing closeness, I still hadn’t penetrated that final layer.
I was still on the outside.
Was there something I was missing? Something I wasn’t doing right that would encourage him to take a leap with me? When we were alone together, I could feel something, something deeper than just sparks. It was like my body was tuned into his frequency and I didn’t have to think around him. I was consumed by the way he made me feel. The little breadcrumbs he left for me had worked; I was perfectly ensnared by him, which left me at a disadvantage, seeing as how there was still an emotional trench separating us.
Sitting just outside his office, I leaned across his door as far as I could without falling out of the chair.
“Tonight?” Everett questioned the caller. “Alright, tonight. My place. You bring the drinks. I’ll order the food.”
My face flamed at his words. There he was inviting someone over to his place so casually when I had been seeing him for months and he hadn’t so much as mentioned the idea of meeting him at his place. I guess in his mind there would be no reason for me to go over to his house. Still, those words left me feeling deflated. Soothing the shards of my heart, I told myself that meeting his mom was enough to hold me over. I could wait for Everett to come around. It was all baby steps with him.
“Indy? He’s ready for you.”
Extricating myself from the chair outside his office, my limbs were heavy with sullenness.
“Just the person I wanted to see,” Everett said as I stepped inside the doors. Unlike any other time, I left his doors open, a move not escaping his notice. His eyes swept over me, focusing on the door, before I had his attention again.
“I just need you to sign off on these.”
His hand caught mine as I moved to set the papers down. He was warm, strong, and hard—all of the things I cherished about a man. About Everett. Fingers slipped around my wrist in a caress that made my pulse race beneath my skin. It never ceased to amaze me how a simple touch from him could slice through my restraint. His touch was the veil shielding me from the truth, that despite our physical closeness, there was still a part of him I’d yet to breach.
The papers fluttered down to his desk as I removed my hand from his grip. His fingers swirled one last time against the inside of my wrist before he broke contact. I knew he was reading me, reading my reaction to his touch. I’d seen that same hidden smile and quirked head in his room of sin. He measured me in his office, just like he measured my breaths, my desire, my aching need inside his room at Fetish. He was a master at deciphering my need. Does that gift translate to every facet of his life, or just when it comes to sex, I wondered.
He peered down at the papers and brandished his signature on the top page with a mere glance of the work.
“I’m not going to make it to the club tonight, but we’ll meet tomorrow. I have a surprise for you.”
> I feigned interest, eager not to let him see how affected I was by our missed time together. He used the club as a way to keep boundaries between us, and I was outgrowing my cage.
“Don’t look so sad, Indigo. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“I understand. Look, I have a lot to catch up on. I just needed you to sign off on these.” I picked the papers back up from his desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
My escape wasn’t quick enough. Before I’d made it to the door, Everett halted my fastening steps with three little words.
“Shut the door.”
I turned back and watched the look of heat bloom across his face. Was it my own need I saw there on his face? Or was it his entirely? He was always so hard to read, until he wasn’t. Until I swear, I could see every feeling, every thought, every flicker in the depths of those eyes as cool as mint leaves.
The door was shut; the space between us engulfed by his long legs as he stormed across his office to reach me. He flung the papers from my hand, letting them fall around our feet like dead leaves of summer.
Arms wrapped around me, he vanquished any air remaining between us. One hand snaked around the end of my braid, tilting my face up to meet his. “I told you I can see everything on your face.”
“Maybe your eyes betray you.”
He didn’t respond, not with words anyway. His mouth descended on mine; his tongue licking, probing, dominating. His lips were warm and tasted of ripened cherries. I felt the kiss from the tips of my hair, clear down to my toes. Pulse hammering, I struggled not to lose myself in him. Struggled for a stronghold against the avalanche of desire threatening to take me under, but as my body leaned on his for support, I was losing. Just like I always did when it came to this man.
His fist tightened, straining my neck so tight I had no choice but to relinquish control. Hands slid down the sides of my blouse, the chiffon bunching beneath his excited hands. The sound of threads ripping tore through the room as he yanked my skirt up till it was hanging from my waist like Christmas garlands on a tree. The only thing soft about him was his lips, but even they seemed immovable between mine. His hand slipped beneath my panties and two fingers split me wide open, leaving me gasping for breath as he pumped with determination.