He looked so sad; I was certain I had lost him for good. That wasn’t my intention, but if he still wasn’t willing to commit to me after everything we had shared the previous day, it was better to be brokenhearted now than years later. At least that’s what I told myself. My mind was taking control while the rest of me, every other part of me, wanted him to hold me, no matter the consequences.
But I was not Pele. I was Namaka. I was wild; I could even be reckless, but I was also smart—smart enough to know that should the day come when Rawn no longer felt a need to meet me in our secret room, I would perish within his flames. The flames of a Leo.
“Rawn, I am not your mother. And you are not your father. Our relationship isn’t the same. Your mother married your father not realizing what she was walking into. I know. Hell, I’m in it with you. I work in the company, too. Don’t let their relationship ruin ours.”
He was silent, contemplating. As usual, his face revealed nothing, his composition blank, but not vacant. I worried he was angry at me for bringing his parents into our argument. But it was valid. The relationship he had witnessed between his mother and father was the whole reason he was holding back now.
Finally, he spoke. “I love you, Madison. Enough to give you everything you deserve. You’re right. Our situation is different. We’re in this together.”
“Do you mean it?” I asked, feeling my heart soar. “We can be together? Truly together.”
“We already are. But between your illness, and my stubbornness, neither of us wanted to admit it. But the universe has already woven us together. It would seem quite careless to deny the universe what it wants. I don’t think I could deny you, even if it tried.”
Experiencing a new kind of euphoria, one that didn’t require Rawn to touch my body, but did require Rawn, I pounced forward and kissed him. Never before had I kissed a man with such love and desire. It was the type of kiss that melded souls together. It was the type of kiss that lasted forever.
***
“So where are we on you becoming my assistant?” Rawn asked, carrying me into the apartment that overlooked the woods—our secret place. He wanted me to rest here for the night, one last easy sleep before I returned to the company. Sex was off the table.
That’s what he thought, anyway. I played along, for now. But I had no intention of getting as much sleep as he hoped I would.
I didn’t need him to carry me. I really was feeling better. But he had insisted. Now that he was willing to commit to me, and I was willing to commit to him, both of us setting our fears aside, it felt as if we were honeymooners, still on an amorous high after exchanging promises.
“This is really important to you, isn’t it?” I queried as set me down on the couch.
“Not only does it allow us to spend as much time together as we can, which won’t be much even then, but I want to be there for you. I know you have worries about your MS. But I also know you’re as ambitious as everyone else in this company. I don’t want to take your ambition away. You’ll need it if you want to rise within the company. In fact, once word spreads that we’re together, it’ll be harder for you. Look at Russell. You’ll essentially be in the same boat as him. The CEO doesn’t abide by nepotism lightly.”
“But what about you?”
“When I was made President of Product Development, the company was established, but it was still pretty young. That was over ten years ago. The advances in technology since then has skyrocketed the company. The CEO can hire an entire team of boy geniuses now. She’s grown selective over the years. She makes people work for their supper. I respect her for it.”
“How do you pronounce her crazily long last name?” I asked, knowing I would have to figure it out someday.
Rawn shrugged his shoulders. “I can pronounce it if I’m reading it off a piece of paper, but I usually just call her ma’am. I think she prefers it.”
“Glad I asked. That makes things a whole lot easier. But what if I try Madame CEO? It’ll make her feel like Hilary Clinton when she becomes president.”
“Go ahead, try it,” Rawn said. It sounded like a dare.
Never mind, I thought.
“So, back to the issue of you being my assistant…”
I leaned my head back against the couch, thinking. He made a valid argument. It did mean we would be allowed to spend more time together, which would help absolve his fears. And in a way, mine too. I didn’t want any special treatment from him or from the company, but Dr. Phelps was right. I had to accept that my disease meant I had to take care of myself better. Rawn would not give me the same workload as Russell. He didn’t need to. He had an entire department underneath him.
“Is there a way I can make the transition without upsetting Ms. Goldstein?” I asked, my loyalties with the woman who had given me the opportunity to work for Cepheus Scientific in the first place. I had just come out of college and had limited experience, but she had taken a chance on me. I didn’t want to let her down.
“Of course,” Rawn said with admiration. “We can wait until she finds a replacement for you before moving you up to my office. I don’t think she’ll mind too much. Assistants coming and going is kind of the name of the game. Some leave for other companies. Some move up the ladder. Some get pregnant,” he said, referring to his own assistant. “But all assistants leave in the end.”
“Except Russell,” I said, once again feeling sorry for the CEO’s nephew.
“Even Russell. He’ll move up when his trial period is over. And don’t pity him just yet. As I said, once word gets around about us, it’ll be harder for you, too.”
“Totally worth it,” I said, smiling at him seductively, ready to lure him away from the couch and into the bedroom.
“No,” he said, even as he returned my smile. “Not tonight. You need your rest.”
I stood, showing him I was fine. “I got plenty of rest in the hospital. That was the whole point. Don’t you want to celebrate me being your new assistant?”
His eyes lit up. “So you’re definitely accepting?”
“Why don’t you come to the bedroom and interview me first. Make sure I’m qualified for the job.”
“I’ve already interviewed you. Many, many times over. You’re more than qualified.”
I could see his internal battle playing out on his face. He wanted me. That was obvious. His erection was like an obelisk. But I knew he was concerned about my health.
“Well, regardless, I’m just going to go into the bedroom. As you said, I’m supposed to be resting. To rest, I need a bed. First, I’ll have a look in the wardrobe for something sexy…I mean comfortable…to wear. Or not wear, depending on what I choose. And then I’ll do some reading from that tantalizing bookshelf you stocked. There are some really interesting photos in some of the books—photos that put the frescos to shame.” I headed down the narrow hall to the bedroom. “See you when I see you, Mr. Jackman. Or as your new assistant, should I say…master.”
I knew that would get him. It was wrong. So wrong. But wrong in all the good, make-my-body-scream ways. He didn’t follow me yet, but I knew he would. If the past couple of months had taught me anything, it was that no matter the air of confidence Rawn Jackman liked to give, when it came to sex with me, he had no control whatsoever.
Chapter Fourteen
In the bedroom, after undressing, the first thing I put on was a long, beaded necklace I saw hanging from the mirror. Bright blue, it looked like it had just come from a Mardi Gras party. Then I went to the wardrobe with all the lingerie inside and slid the doors open, full of intent.
“I need something to match this necklace,” I said out loud, toying with the beads in my hand.
The leather pieces caught my attention. They reminded of something a cave girl would wear—not a bad idea, but for another time. Not tonight. Tonight I wanted to wear something as festive as the beads around my neck. That meant the silk nightgowns were out as well. They were too traditional. I didn’t want anything about tonight to be trad
itional. I wanted to set both our souls on fire.
To light a fire, I needed something that would burn.
I pushed aside one hanger after another until I found exactly what I was looking for. Looking as if it was made from fire itself, I pulled out a bright orange corset that resembled a piece that belonged in a Parisian boudoir. A majority of the corset was made of lace dyed to match the sun. The few strips of satin that did exist within the corset, a shade darker than the lace, did not cover anything of value. I pulled the corset over my breasts, but my breasts were still visible, pressing against the lace. Tying the straps in the back, the satin merely lifted my breasts up, made them perkier than they already were.
There were no matching panties, only a garter that attached to lace stockings. It meant my entire lower region was exposed, ready to play.
Looking into the mirror, happy with the way the blue beads complemented the orange corset, I pulled the ponytail holder I’d been given at the hospital out of my hair, letting my honey-colored strands fall down my back in soft waves. I was glad I hadn’t yet showered. Being a little dirty did wonders for my sex appeal.
“Come play with me, Rawn,” I whispered, adjusting the corset so that it fell nicely against my hips.
He didn’t show, but I wasn’t worried. I knew he would. And soon. To bide my time, I went to the wardrobe on the end. I wasn’t interested in the whips or chains tonight. Instead, I pulled out a large sapphire-blue feather and stuck it in the back of my garter, like a tail.
That’s when I realized something was different about the room. With the launch to prepare for, I hadn’t been in here for over a week. We’d both been too busy. Not to fuck. That we had done in his office, fulfilling his fantasy of having me come on his desk. But we hadn’t been here. I looked around, trying to figure out exactly what was different, but I couldn’t figure it out.
“I came in here to remind you how much you needed to rest,” Rawn said from the doorway, his voice low with desire, “but seeing you all peacocked out, I’ve changed my mind. You don’t need to rest. Not at all. In fact, I very much think you need to fuck me as much as I need to fuck you.”
“I think you’re right,” I said, playing with the beads once more. “I’m wet just thinking about it.”
Growling, he grabbed me by the waist and hauled me onto the bed. I laughed as I hit the mattress, enjoying his friskiness. I preferred it when Rawn was like this—when he did instead of told. I would much rather he throw me onto the bed than order me there.
Pushing his body on top of mine, he held my wrists above my head. “You’re a brash little bird, aren’t you?” he determined, holding on tight to me with both his eyes and his grip. “A brash, disobedient little bird that refuses to do what’s she’s told.”
“There’s no point being in bed unless you’re in it with me—inside of me,” I cooed, circling my hips beneath his weight, letting him know I was capable of whatever he wanted.
In response, he released my wrists, reached underneath me, and took the feather from behind my back. Very gently, he traced it across my skin, starting with my calf and working his way up my thigh. Already turned on, ever since we walked into the apartment, my body was highly wired. The caress of the feather magnified the many pulses already radiating within me, causing my back to arch with pleasure and a moan to escape through my lips.
“What does this make you want to do to yourself?” he asked. “Show, don’t tell.”
He moved the feather across my stomach and down my arm, hitting all of my erogenous zones, the sensitive parts of me that could me make come as much as I fucking could. In response, I stretched my free arm down to where the garter was and began massaging my clit. I would prefer to feel his touch, but I knew how much he enjoyed it, so I continued to circle, savoring the heat it raised in my body. It was sexy to have him watch me please myself. So much so that I began to work myself faster, caught up in a moment of self-empowerment.
“Stick your fingers inside.” It wasn’t a demand, more of a request. Setting the feather down, he moved down lower on the bed where he could get a full view of what he asked of me. “I want to see your fingers disappear inside that beautiful cunt of yours.”
With a lot less reserve than I would have had a few months ago, I eagerly took two fingers and slid them inside my core, concentrating on the throbbing area around my opening. The pressure of my fingers fueled my arousal, enough that I felt my wetness gush on top of them.
“God, watching you fuck yourself is hot,” he said, his eyes unflinching as my fingers began to drip. “Don’t stop.”
While I was occupied with myself, he took my big toe into his mouth. I hadn’t expected it, but it had the same effect as the feather, if not more so—a way of intensifying the pleasure I was experiencing, a pleasure that would soon explode around me, like a solar flare.
He moved on to my other toes, wrapping his tongue around each pad, sucking them as if each was a lollipop. I didn’t worry about whether or not they were clean because it was obvious Rawn did not care in the least bit. He was enjoying arousing me as much as I was.
Knowing I was about to come, I used my sticky fingers to grab his hair, and I guided him up to my core, wanting him to put his tongue to another use. He didn’t resist but complied, licking my clit, swallowing all the love I had left him with. I moaned loudly as he stuck his tongue inside of me, forcing it where my fingers had just been, preparing my core for the fucking I knew would soon come, regardless of the fact that I was going to come before he had a chance to stick his cock inside of me. The feel of his tongue was too good, and I screamed as a flush ripped across my body, releasing me of all tension, filling me with joy.
Rawn didn’t pull away. He kept his face in my core, inhaling me, drinking me, even as I came. It was the most vulnerable I had ever been with a man, but I did not feel vulnerable. I only felt euphoric.
When the last spasm left my body, Rawn lifted his head, smiling. “Amazing,” he said. “You’re amazing, my little bird.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I cautioned, letting him know this was not a night of single pleasures.
I sat up so that my breasts pressed through the corset against his chest, and I began to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t object but watched me, as if my fingers were performing a dance as they freed him from his clothes, bit by bit. When he was fully naked, I pushed him down on the mattress, taking charge.
He allowed it. I had a feeling he would. He knew it would only benefit him.
With my hair cascading around my shoulders, I bent down and flicked my tongue across the tip of his penis, relishing the way his flesh enlarged when my mouth was near. When I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, I took his tip into my mouth, sucking his mushroom like he had my toes. He grabbed my head and pushed me down, but I resisted, having something else in mind.
Opening the drawer of the bedside table where the lube was kept, I pumped a good amount into my hand, and then I pumped him, drenching his cock with the cream. When I was satisfied that he was properly saturated, I took the beads from around my neck and wrapped them carefully around his shaft so that the beads pressed into his flesh.
“I want your cum on top of me,” I said, removing the corset and tossing it to the side. “Let me know when you’re ready to come.”
I began to massage his shaft, the beads underneath my hands, working their magic against his cock.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, moving his hips along with the motion of my hands. I pumped him harder.
“There’s more than one way to use a pearl necklace,” I joked seductively, kneading the beads further. His cock continued to grow in my hand, his arousal undeniable.
When his cock reached its full tension, ready to erupt, I moved the beads away and finished him off by rubbing them lightly against his sack.
“I’m going to come,” he told me, sitting up on the mattress so that he was on his knees. “I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Don�
��t,” I said, positioning myself underneath him, taking his shaft into my hand as he came, allowing him to pour himself over my breasts. His spillage was warm and liquid as it ran down my tits. He groaned, unmoving until every last drop covered my bare chest.
***
“I’m not sure I want to know where you learned to do that,” Rawn said, holding me tight in his arms in bed after we had shared a shower together…a shower that left us almost as dirty as it had clean.
“The books you left for me are very informative,” I said slyly. “They leave ideas in your head. When I saw the beads hanging on the mirror, I improvised.”
“Clever girl,” he said, whispering into my hair. “I love you, Madison. I hope you realize how much I do. I’m sorry it’s taken us so long to get here, but I’m glad we are.”
I knew he was no longer thinking about the beads, but I teased him. “If I knew beads were all it took, I would have jumped on the Mardi Gras bandwagon a long time ago.”
He chuckled. “You know what I mean.”
“I do…except that it really didn’t take that long. We’ve only known each other a few months. I think we’re moving along just nicely.”
“I didn’t need three months to know I loved you. I knew the moment you came up to me in the park. You were right. You were everything I’d ever dreamed of.”
Did I really say that to him? I couldn’t remember now. But it sounded right.
He continued. “I told you I would spend every day of my life making that night up to you. I shudder to think of what would have happened if you didn’t find your way back out of the woods.”
“But I did find my way back. Venus guided the way,” I reminded him.
“It isn’t enough. I want to make it up to you. Starting with this.”
He sat up and reached for a remote on the bedside table—a new one. Not the one that opened the wardrobes. He pointed it towards the wall of glass, causing the curtains to open wide.
“Rawn!” I exclaimed, covering my breasts. “We’re naked up here.”
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