by Rene Webb
We are greeted at the hotel by the impeccably dressed doorman, with his long, tan jacket and a top hat perched on his head, as he opens the town car’s door, offering Aunt Kitty a hand out of the vehicle. As we enter the hotel’s warm, dark lobby, with its winding grand staircase, I see an eclectic mix of styles blend seamlessly together and various artworks lining the wall. I don’t know where to look first.
Once Aunt Kitty checks us in, with Finn quickly handing over his credit card, we are led up the large staircase to our suite. Our luggage is carried up behind us. Inside the long, narrow, rectangular suite, we are met by a butler, who takes over unpacking our bags. Finn and I take a room on one end of the suite, with Aunt Kitty taking the one on the other end.
“The view is awesome,” I breathe out. As I look out from our private terrace, I can see across the city as the sun slowly sets. “Stud, I need your phone.”
“Stud?” he chuckles. Standing behind me, he wraps his warm body around mine, sheltering me from the breeze, and hands me his unlocked phone.
“I’m trying it out,” I reply.
Since we met, I’ve been trying out various nicknames for Finn. Boss man, Mr. Clean, baby, and sir, to name a few. No one calls him by his first name, Xavier; they all use his nickname, Finn, but I want a name that’s just mine.
“Turn around.” I move our positions so the skyline is behind us. Extending my arm out in front, I tell him, “Smile.”
The photo captures the two of us, me smiling at the camera, with Finn wrapped around me, looking down with amusement. Historic Mayfair is spread out behind us, with its buildings glistening in the fading light, and, off in the distance, you can see the towering London Eye.
“Here,” Aunt Kitty says, stepping through the sliding glass doors and joining us on the terrace. “Let me take one for you.”
“Thank you.”
Finn groans good-naturedly as I hand over his phone and turn to press my body up against his side, wrapping my arms around his waist. He puts his arms tightly around me.
“See,” Finn teases, shaking my body lightly. “You need your own phone.”
“I never said I didn’t,” I counter, looking up and raising my eyebrows at him.
His answer is to lean down and press his lips to mine in a quick rough kiss that has me bending back slightly in his arms.
“That’ll be a lovely one,” Aunt Kitty states happily, bringing Finn and I back to reality. Embarrassed, I bury my face in Finn’s chest. “Who’s hungry?”
We decide to head down to the hotel pub to have dinner. The security company’s agent won’t be arriving until tomorrow, and none of us want to venture out without them.
“Auntie.” My face is bright red as she continues to regale Finn with tales of my childhood. My man, who’s sitting next to me, has his arm draped across the back of my chair and is laughing into my neck.
“You were so adorable, sweetie,” she chuckles, reaching her hand across the table toward me.
“I wish I had seen you,” Finn chuckles softly. “A green little shamrock ballerina.”
“I’m sure it was filmed,” Aunt Kitty says, winking at Finn. “I bet we could find it for you.”
“Auntie,” I repeat. “He doesn’t need to see me looking like an idiot.”
“I didn’t know you danced.” Finn steals a cold French fry from my plate, the last of our meal, and drenches it in vinegar.
“I did ballet for years and then moved to modern dance.” I smile. “Every semester, I take a one-credit dance course. I’ve been trying as many forms of dance as possible.”
“What’s been your favorite so far?” Aunt Kitty asks.
“Probably the ballroom dancing, but really I love any style of dance.”
A shudder runs through me. I was doing something I love when I was kidnapped. Dancing in a club, with the music pulsing all around. So much so that it felt like it was within my body. I was one with the beat, my heart matching it as I moved. Will I ever be able to dance like that again?
In a perfect world, I would’ve majored in dance and made that my career. But I was disappointing my mother enough by not wanting to go into business. At least with art and design, I could get a corporate job at a graphic design studio. I’m not sure why I care so much about her opinion when she hasn’t even realized I was missing.
“You’ll have to show me,” Finn whispers hotly in my ear. “Later.”
A different type of shudder runs through me. The pleasant kind. One that sends a flush of warmth through my body and a quiver of pleasure between my thighs. Under the table, I reach out and place my hand high on his thigh. He jumps slightly and coughs at the unexpected contact, and I grin triumphantly into my nearly empty pint, loving that I affect him, almost much as he does me.
As we’re leaving the restaurant, Finn stops by the front desk to speak with the concierge and waves us on. “I’ll meet you ladies in our suite.”
“We’ll go shopping after breakfast,” Aunt Kitty chirps happily as we make our way up the grand staircase of the hotel, arm in arm. “Then you can see about getting into your dorm room. From there, we’ll move you out.”
Squeezing her arm tightly, I breathe out, “Thank you, Auntie.”
“Anything for you, sweetie.” Her voice is gentle and soothing. “You know that.”
My throat tightens, unable to express how much having her with me means. We haven’t discussed my kidnapping or what has happened to me. But just having her here makes it better. Knowing I can tell her—trust her—if I needed to. Catching up with her and focusing on other things is a wonderful distraction. As is having Finn. He’s a very different type of distraction.
I had been attracted, attached, to him since we met. Knowing that he’s connected with those I love, and that they care for, respect, and like him, makes me feel better about my instant connection with Finn.
“I’m taking a sleeping pill and going to bed,” Aunt Kitty announces as Finn reenters the suite carrying an unfamiliar shopping bag. “I’m still on Vermont time, and it’s the only way to deal with jet lag.”
“Good night.” Standing up from the couch, I hug her.
“Night, sweetie,” she replies, kissing my cheek before moving to Finn and doing the same. “Sleep tight.”
“Night,” Finn says as we watch her walk toward her end of the suite. As we hear the door click, Finn turns his meltingly sexy smile on me and stalks forward in two large steps. “We’re finally alone, princess.”
“Not really,” I giggle, gesturing to where Aunt Kitty just headed.
The bag he’s holding drops onto the coffee table as he takes me into his arms. His hands glide down my back until they are cupping my behind. My body sways into his. Like two magnets, neither of us can fight the pull. And I don’t want to. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head down—I kiss him for a change—brushing my lips against his and flicking his full lips with the tip of my tongue. I feel, rather than hear, his growl as it vibrates through me. The palms on my butt tighten, and I’m soon lifted up in the air. My legs automatically wrap themselves around his trim waist.
“Grab the bag,” Finn mutters against my lips as we continue to tease one another with barely-there brushes.
I reach down to grab the small gift bag’s handle with one hand, exclaiming, “Don’t drop me!”
“Never.” Finn’s arms tighten around me.
“What is it?” I shake the bag and try to peer inside but can only make out tufts of pink tissue paper.
“You’ll see,” Finn teases as we make our way to our bedroom at the other end of the suite. “I think you’ll love it.”
Chapter Four
~ Finn ~
“Baby,” she giggles softly into my neck, making my entire body tighten with need.
I squeeze her ass in my hands and groan into her ear. “Don’t call me that unless you’re ready to be fucked.”
Her limbs tighten around me, and she buries her face into my neck as we make our way toward our large
bedroom. The flick of her tongue on my neck has me groaning. Needing to feel and taste her. I kick the door shut behind us and make my way to the welcoming bed, which is already turned down for the night. It’s the perfect height for me to set her down onto it.
“Let go.” I disentangle our limbs and take half a step backward. “Open the bag.”
My woman smiles brightly up at me, her emerald eyes sparkling.
“I love presents,” she says eagerly, reaching in and tossing out the tissue paper excitedly. I begin tearing my clothes off as well.
Reaching in, she pulls out a black box and looks up at me, confused, before looking down at it again. She turns it over in her hand and reads the large text printed on the front. Her eyes widen. Her mouth falls open.
Plucking the box from her fingers, I open the package and set the device onto the bed. “Shall we try it?”
Lily bites her lip and nods her head. Her anxiety and excitement mingle together, intoxicating me. I want nothing more than to possess and tease this woman. To own our pleasure.
“Where did you get it?” She stands, kicking off her sneakers before reaching under her dress and pulling off the leggings she’d changed into when we arrived.
“While you and Kitty were getting ready for dinner, I called the store and bought it. I had them charge it for us and deliver it to the concierge,” I explain to her, moving forward to help her strip bare, wanting to touch and run my hands along her body. Feel her ass filling my palms again as I help her peel off her layers. Pulling off her dress, I press a kiss to her shoulder. Her body shudders, and she sways towards me. Her hands reach out and anchor themselves on my hips. “I plan on playing with your cunt until we’re both thoroughly satisfied.”
“Finn.” The catch in her breath betrays her excitement.
As needful as we both are for one another, it takes us several long minutes to strip completely. With every piece of lost clothing, we become distracted by one another’s body. Tasting, feeling, teasing the skin we’ve revealed.
Once my princess is bare, I instruct her to lay down on the bed. Her knees are bent, with her feet flat on the bed, and her legs spread wide open, showing me her smooth pussy, leaking her excitement. I dip two fingers between her petals, and my woman arches her back as I stretch her open. She groans, “Finn,” as I pull them out. I watch as her fingers grip the bedsheets beneath us.
Her eyes widen further as I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, tasting her unique tang. I pick up the small pink and silver device, holding it up for her to see.
“Shall we try your new toy?” I ask, switching on the remote control. It vibrates and tickles my palm.
“It’s pretty fancy.”
“Only the best for my princess.” I lean down, trailing kisses down from her lips to the hood of her cunt.
“Yes,” comes her breathy answer as she unconsciously shifts her legs further apart and scoots herself closer to me.
“Finn,” Lily gasps as I run the vibrator lazily along the plump lips of her cunt, stroking them gently. “More.”
“Your wish is my command,” I chuckle, finding her clit and pressing it harder against the sensitive nub. My cock hardens as Lily’s thighs shake and she lifts her pussy needfully toward the device. I pull away before she can come. She growls my name.
Switching the device off, I place my hand over her heated flesh and part her pussy lips, telling her, “This little device is also meant to be held inside that tight cunt of yours.”
“Okay.” Her voice wobbles, and she gasps as I gently press the egg-shaped bullet into her pussy.
Once I have it set snuggly within her channel, I pick up the remote control with a shaky hand—filled with my own need. The other I lay over her pussy, wanting to feel the coming vibrations.
“Finn.” Lily’s voice is thick with desire.
As I switch on the device to the lowest setting, my own body vibrates with need. My woman’s body begins to wiggle and dance as I increase the speed of pleasure waves. Leaning over her, I take her erect clit into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue as she reaches her climax.
“Do you like your new toy?” I switch off the device and glide my hands up to cup her neglected breasts. I pinch the stiff points of her nipples.
She laughs, reaching up and pulling my body closer to hers. “Can I keep it?”
“Yes,” I chuckle, kissing her neck and breathing in her warmth. “I knew you were the woman for me.”
Lily turns her head, catching my lips with her own. Her warm hand reaches down and strokes my aching cock with teasingly gentle caresses. I groan.
“You’ve had your fun, princess,” I tell her, reaching down and removing the bullet from her drenched cunt, tossing it onto the other side of the bed. “Now, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she agrees. Smiling up at me, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me to her.
With one hand, I reach between us, guiding the tip of my cock into her tight, sopping wet channel. We both groan and then gasp as I plunge into her with one swift stroke, possessing her fully. I move my arms to wrap around her body, controlling our movements as I take her roughly.
“Baby,” she gasps breathlessly as I bury my face in her neck and continue to move at a hard, fast pace. I feel her body begin to shake as her climax rises in her again. Her heels dig into my ass, encouraging me.
“Let go,” I growl, nipping at her naked earlobe. The thought that they should be covered with diamonds flashes through my mind.
My woman’s cunt tightens, squeezing my cock, and a flash of white-hot pleasure rolls through my body as I empty myself into her pulsing pussy. I continue thrusting, not wanting the pleasure to end. As it wanes, my movements slow.
“Wow.” Lily’s out-of-breath whisper brings me back to the present. I have her warm body still pressed firmly into the mattress. Her legs have dropped off from where they’d been wrapped tightly around my waist.
Chuckling, I raise myself up on my elbows and stare down into her twinkling emerald eyes. “Wow is fucking right, princess.”
I move slowly as I pull my body and my cock from her body, watching for any signs of discomfort. I had fucked her like a man possessed, and although she had enjoyed every second of it, I do not want her pussy to be uncomfortable. Although she doesn’t say anything, there is a slight pinch of her eyes.
A shower and then a soothing hot bath is exactly what she needs.
“That feels so good.” Lily’s low moan has my cock twitching as I run the brush through her damp hair, untangling the snarls with gentle tugs.
We are sitting naked on the now-clean bed. I had the suite’s butler strip and remake the bed while we were relaxing in the tub. With its jets pulsing water around us.
“Better than the pussy toy I bought you?” I tease, moving a hand to cup her breast. I pinch her already-hardened nipple, eliciting a strangled “Finn” from my woman’s lips. She leans back into my body, her hands reaching out to grip my thighs that are on either side of her.
Releasing her nipple, I run my hand across her stomach and pull her tightly into my body. My cock hardens against her ass. She wiggles further into my body.
I cup her face with my hand and, leaning down, I angle her mouth to mine. My tongue teases the seam of her lips, and I leisurely taste her sweetness. Lily pulls away, yawning and resting her head onto my chest, snuggling into my body.
“Time for bed.” I kiss her forehead before moving out from behind her and helping her wiggle her delectable body underneath the covers.
I follow, curling my equally naked body around hers. As we lay there in silence, I can’t help but be pleased with myself. The toy worked perfectly, and Lily certainly enjoyed it. Now, I need to figure out the next way to spoil her.
“Finn.”
“Right here, princess.”
“Have you heard anything about my mother?” she asks in a sleepy murmur, gripping my hand tightly in her own.
“Not yet, but Mr.
Lion is going to find out what he can,” I say gently. “I know you miss her and—”
“I did.” She interrupts. “But I'm a horrible daughter. I’ve barely thought of her since Aunt Kitty joined us.”
“No, you aren’t.” I pull my arms out from around her, scooting away, and turn to roll her onto her back so that I can look into her face. “You are a wonderful daughter. Arthur said so. More than once.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” I press a firm kiss to her forehead.
Lily burrows herself into my chest. “Night.”
“Good night, princess,” I reply softly, pulling the comforter up tightly around us and relaxing into the warmth.
It doesn’t take me long to be lulled to sleep with Lily in my arms, basking in her warmth, her clean scent, and the snuffling sound of her breathing.
Somewhere in the dark, my phone rings. Rolling away from Lily’s warmth, I reach over and grab it off the bedside table before it can wake her.
Bear Daniels, the name of my corporate head of security, flashes on the screen.
“Finn?” Lily’s sleepy voice asks.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper, sliding out of bed and tucking the covers around her.
I slowly make my way toward the bathroom, using the light from my phone as my guide. I answer the phone when I’m halfway across the room. “Finch here.” My voice is gravelly with sleep.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but there’s been an incident at one of the warehouses.” Daniels’ booming voice is tight with annoyance.
“What the fuck happened?” I growl, coming suddenly awake. I click the bathroom door closed behind me and flick on the light. My eyes close automatically against the harsh light.
