The next thing he does is grab a soft velvet cloth from the nightstand and unfold it, showing me it’s a blindfold.
He gets on the bed and smiles as he places it over my eyes first and then ties it at the back of my head.
“Listen to the sound of my voice Giselle.” He’s right next to me.
“Okay, Sir.”
The blindfold over my eyes makes me use my other senses. My hearing is sharper and I hear his footsteps over the floor, then I don’t hear anything for a while. I almost start to wonder if he’s left me, then the clink of something else alerts me. It doesn’t sound like chains and there’s a smell in the air that reminds me of that shower gel I like. The oranges. The Sanguinello oranges. That’s what it smells like and …burning. Candles. I don’t know.
Footsteps pad near me, and then his warm breath tickles my skin.
“You will feel heat on your skin but it will not burn you,” he says. Hearing his voice after the moments without it is reassuring. I go to touch him and the chains clink, holding me back, reminding me he’s in control of me.
Suddenly the heat he spoke of drops over my chest and I gasp. It’s like a splash of desire on my already sensitive, pleasure charged body.
Fuck, he pours a line of it down my stomach and it feels so damn good.
“Massage wax,” he breathes.
I’m smiling. “It’s nice.” I manage.
“It smells like you. It reminds me of you,” he tells me, and I turn my head in the direction his voice comes.
Before I can savor the awe I feel from his words, cold falls on to me.
“Ohhhhh ahhhhhhhh,” I moan and arch my back. The cold and the heat together is nice. He alternates between the two hot and cold, hot and cold, then his lips.
His lips are hot against my skin and make me smile. His lips feel nice tracing down the length of my body, from the deep valley of my breasts and down the flat plane of my stomach, down to my mouth and over my pussy lips. Josh kisses all the way down my legs and down to my toes.
Then he smooths his hands right back up to my waist.
“More baby?”
“Yes… yes Sir.”
He laughs. “Good girl. Let’s take things up a notch.”
He moves closer and I feel the hardness of his erection press against my folds. He spreads my thighs wider to receive him and in this position I’m already ready to take him.
I’m wet and ready, begging for his cock, begging for him to be inside me.
“Ready to go over the edge, my perfect little sub?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
My answer makes him rub his cock over my pussy lips. Teasing me, taunting me, tempting me.
He rubs harder, then presses in but takes it away.
“Do you want my cock little sub?” he asks, his voice now holding an air of wicked menace.
“Yes, I want your cock, Sir.” He brushes over my clit sending a ripple of ecstasy through me.
“What do you want me to do to you little sub?”
There’s no thought to this. I’ve wanted him inside me since he came out in the early hours of the morning. I’ve had sex with him more times in this one week than I probably had in the whole time I was with Kirk, and I still want more.
I want more.
“Fuck me... Fuck me, Sir.”
“With pleasure, my little sub, just lie back and let me fuck you.”
With that his heavy erection rubs against my slick wet opening and he slams inside me making my body jolt and the chains clink.
Fucking hell, as soon as he starts moving inside me the sensation of control slips out of my grasp. Normally I’d be holding on to him. I’d be grabbing on to something. Him, the sheets, or whatever I can get my hands on.
But I can’t. there’s just air and I can’t see him. all I can do is feel him.
I feel him inside me, his hands on my waist and then my hips as he grips harder and starts thrusting deep, then fucking me hard.
Stars speckle my vision against the blackness of the cloth and a sound of raw ecstasy and pleasure fills the room along with the echo of our bodies slapping together.
Wave after wave of pleasure hits me the more he gives me exactly what he promised. Ultimate pleasure.
I come on that thought and the tension rises again, coiling from where it previously came.
“Ahhhh… Joshhhhh!!” I moan and arch into him.
“That’s right baby, say my name. Scream it. Fucking scream it,” he commands and I scream .
I scream and go wild, grinding against him as he continues to fuck me. It’s the two of us now as I fuck him too. He holds me in place and stops to allow me to move against him.
I come again from the wildness that splinters me in two, severing me from this plane of existence as more pleasure comes for me.
He however is still rock hard inside me.
Surprise fills me when he pulls out as we were moving and I feel lost, like heat has left me.
He undoes the chains from my wrists and ankles and being able to move again feels weird.
That feels weird, but then he picks me up and sets me down on him. Chains clink again and one is attached to my right wrist and something else.
He takes the blindfold off me and when my eyes adjust I see he’s handcuffed me to him.
“You said something about owning me too.” he smirks.
“Oh my God,” I breathe.
“You can thank God later and give my regards once I’m done with you.”
His over confidence is through the roof sexy.
He raises the hand that’s cuffed to me and plants it behind his head so I’m forced to lean forward with my breasts in his face.
I settle down on his cock, and he smiles when I moan.
With his free hand he takes the edge of my waist.
“Ride me baby, fuck me in whatever way you wish, little sub.”
“Yes… Sir.” I just manage to get that out. I think this is it for me. The pleasure is too much. He’s too much.
His massive cock inside me is too much. It’s searing into me like a furnace in my loins. Once again he fills me up, stripping everything away from me but my need for him.
I move against him, bouncing up and down on his cock, my breasts bouncing in his face.
With our faces close, hands locked, we move together in the raw scandalous rhythm. He holds me tightly in place as he rams into me but I take him and take what he gives me, giving back as much as he gives.
He growls as his cock pulses inside me and flips me over on to my back then whips me around so that my back is pressed against his chest with our hands still locked together.
I’m in the lock of another orgasm. Right there at the edge from all we’ve done tonight, however, what he does next pushes me that much more and I gasp. With his left hand he presses into the tight rosette of my asshole.
“I want you here. I want you here, baby. Has anybody ever been there before?”
“No. Nobody has.”
“Will you let me?” he asks and the gentle caress of his words stroke over my heart. He doesn’t know he’s the second man I’ve ever been with. He won’t know that the buzz of wildness that’s taking me makes me wish he was the last. My only.
I’m crossing a line I shouldn’t cross. The lines of this little arrangement already feels blurred and I’m agreeing to more.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good girl. Just trust me.”
I do.
He bends me over, takes hold of his cock and presses the head against my ass. My lips part when he eases in. This feels so different, so new, but so right.
I gasp when he makes his way into me and starts moving.
This feels too good. His cock pulses in my asshole feels unbelievably good and I can’t believe I’m this kinky.
He speeds up and a white wall of rippling fire flashes through me. I close my eyes, and everything explodes, consuming whole. The bone tingling orgasm he sends through my body shatters my soul and re
verberates through every part of my body.
With my heart pounding and body quivering, I see stars and feel fire. It drains me, but the tension of his cock throbbing inside me as he thunders into me filling me up again with his hot virile cum gives me the strength to cry out one last time with him as we fall right over the edge together.
I fall and take him, but he holds me and cushions me, anchoring me against the blow.
All I feel is pleasure.
I know though that I’m in trouble when the thought hits me that I’ll only ever feel like this with him.
Chapter Twelve
Josh
Dad’s talking, but all I can think about is her.
Giselle St. John.
The woman I wasn’t supposed to sleep with.
The woman Dad thinks I’m not sleeping with. He thinks I’ve trained her really well, and he’s proud of me.
We’re in his office and he’s been talking to me for the last half an hour. All I’ve heard though out of his praise was a handful of words because fuck damn am I caught in my own game.
I want to say it happened from that night when she said she wanted me, but I think it was before. That was just the making of what was going to happen. Her telling me that was what cemented it.
She asked me if I got to be hers too when I first posed her with the offer and it threw me off kilter.
What knocked me off my damn perch of control though was that first night. The first time I laid my eyes on her at the club.
I looked at her, and the whole place froze. Everything froze. Now I have that moment playing over and over in my head.
The moment when she said she wanted me.
I want you...
She’s not the first woman to want me. No, it’s not that. What it is, is she’s the first woman to ask for me. To desire me for more than the money and my looks.
More than power.
I’ve been like this for the last two months, very aware that I just have another month with her and then our little arrangement of fun is supposed to end.
“Joshua.” Dad says my name with more insistence and it pulls me right out of my thoughts.
“I’m sorry, what did you say. I was thinking about that last thing you said.” I didn’t hear shit. I have no idea what he’s been talking about for roughly five minutes. I said thanks when he told me he was proud and I said yes when he asked if it was Giselle who took the lead on the last few cases.
He chuckles and sits forward. “Your miles away, my boy. I was asking you if you thought that maybe she might be ready to do some work on her own, with mild supervision. I think she’ll be great here once you go over to the other building.”
This time I’m paying attention. I’m damn well paying attention. He said when I go over to the other building like he’s made up his mind already. That sounded positive and reminds me of the first thing I wanted. My goals for my future, my career.
“She’s a brilliant attorney with a passion for her work. We have a real asset in her. She’s worked on the cases with heart,” I answer, purposely not mentioning the other building. Dad couldn’t look more proud.
“I see that. I do. That was especially why I wanted you to take care with her. I really wanted to train her myself, but duty called. I read her files and saw that she’d been through quite a bit in the last year. Her father’s death, and while the files never mentioned this and I definitely don’t tend to get involved in celeb gossip but I know she was with Kirk Ryan for years and he didn’t seem to treat her right.”
I narrow my eyes at him. This is the first I’m hearing this. I’m not into football the way Dad is, but I know who Kirk Ryan is. That guy is a prick and a half. One of our attorneys worked for him on a defamation lawsuit a few months back where he was suing some tabloid for publishing him having a threesome with a bunch of models at a Christmas party.
Okay… maybe I’m no better when it comes to scandals, but that guy is the kind that a straight up asshole with no regard for anything.
“She was with him?” I asked with narrowed eyes.
“Yeah, I know. Definitely not the type of guy I would imagine her with. They dated in college and broke up eight months ago.”
I hold my tongue. Christmas was nine months ago, so he was with her when that story came out. Geez. He cheated on her big time. Did she know?
I really hope it was her who broke up with him and not the other way around. Something deep down tells me it’s not. I think it was he who ended it.
She dated him in college… I bet she never thought he’d turn into an asshole. I can’t imagine he was the way he was now when she met him. Then again, she’s with me.
I’m not like him though. I don’t cheat and there’s no way that I’d cheat on her if she really was mine like that.
I’d keep her.
Shit… what the fuck?
What am I thinking? This thing I have with her is fun.
This arrangement we have, me and her is about fun. We literally come from two different worlds. One where I know we wouldn’t collide even if the earth shifted and made her bump into me.
She was at the club with friends. My observance told me they’d been before. The club was their thing, and it was her first time. Had she not gone, we wouldn’t have met that way.
“Well,” Dad says. “I guess now that you have some background and context you know why I was the way I was. She is talented, and I’d like to keep her. Joshua, you have a rep I don’t like. I won’t lie to you and tell you that I enjoy hearing about this woman and that woman you slept with and in the office too.”
I groan inwardly. Fucking hell. “Dad, I’ve changed,” I remind him for the millionth time.
“No, I definitely agree and I can see that you are trying. That’s the part I like.”
“Enough so I can be at the other building?” I ease the conversation back to that.
I want this promotion and the chance to be my own boss. Being in control of the other building is essentially him giving it to me. That’s why he’s been the way he is. It’s no mere thing to hand over. However, I’m more than ready to take charge. I am.
When he nods, I can’t help but smile.
“Yes… but please don’t get too excited yet. Joshua, you are my son and it’s been hard trying to separate myself from being your boss, and the parent who wants to give you everything.”
“Dad, I have worked hard here. even when I was an asshole who yeah, I admit that I was the office flirt and I did sleep around. But I know you… father or not, you wouldn’t have stood for my bull shit if I wasn’t good.”
He just looks at me. I’m right. I know I am.
“I agree, let’s just see how the next month goes. It’s fair to continue the tasks I set out for you and Riley. He’s doing well too on his front.”
“Okay,” I say agreeing because I have to.
He’s boss. The boss of me if I want what I want I have to play by the rules.
He nods and I stand up.
“I’ll see you later,” I tell him.
“You know we’re having dinner with Jennifer and her family Sunday if you want to join us.” He looks hopeful.
“No, thank you.” Before I met Giselle, I would have allowed him to continue this shit with Jennifer, but before Giselle I didn’t have better and I feel like I’m somewhat inclined to let him know that I’ve been with a woman who is good and decent. Since I can’t outrightly tell him that I do the next best thing. “Dad, you may want to get your head out of the clouds when it comes to Jennifer. She’s not the person you think she is, and when I do decide to get married, it will be for love. A woman I love the way you love Mom. It won’t be with someone you’ve picked for me either.”
I know I shocked him to shit because I don’t talk like that. I’ve left him speechless, staring after me as I go through the door.
I head to the break room and I’m glad when I see Matt inside. He smiles when he sees me.
My friend has upgraded himself from playbo
y to boyfriend. He’s now dating, and it looks good on him. He looks happy.
“Bro, how did it go?” he asks me. “Did your old man grill you again?”
I chuckle. “Not so much. I’d say the meeting went well.”
Matt nods with approval. “Great, we should go out later for a drink.”
“I can’t.” It’s the same answer I’ve been giving for the last couple of months when he asks to meet up later in the evening. We’ve gone for lunch together, but I spend my evenings with Giselle.
“Tomorrow then? Friday night wildness on the town, you and me.”
“I’m seeing Giselle tomorrow night too.”
He frowns. “And every night in between.” Now he laughs at me and shakes his head. “Don’t you see what’s happening here?”
I raise my brows. “What?”
“Josh when was the last night you had that didn’t involve you and Giselle in some sexual encounter and at The Dark Odyssey?”
I don’t have to think. We’ve been there practically every night for the last two months.
It was just a handful of nights that we didn’t spend together, but we more than made up for it.
“No.”
“And you’re okay with that, being in this arrangement where you just have fun. A game at the club?”
This guy always knows how to push my buttons and get me thinking.
The truth is, I do want more from her. I always want more and I’m here trying to stop myself from moving past boundaries I set up.
I want to see her outside of the club and know that side of her too. I want the whole package.
“It’s not just a game anymore, is it?” he asks .
“What game?” Comes the most irritating voice I’ve ever heard in my life.
Riley comes through the door with his pompous ass.
I hate that except the difference in eye color he looks a lot like me. He has dark brown eyes, and I have bright blue. Other than that, we could be brothers for the similarities between us. Right from height to fucking shoe size.
He’s five years older than me and has always thought that meant he had some power over me. The prick is doing it now as we stand here.
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