by Kate Stewart
“Gentlemen,” I said sweetly, my intent anything but. I set my drink down and took a corner seat, distancing myself from Davis enough to let them know I was fair game. The inner me cheered as they all began to speak at once.
“Taylor Ellison, right—”
“Scott Industries, I heard the stock was soaring—”
“I’ve been meaning to introduce myself—”
I gave a soft laugh as the men fumbled over each other, and I saw Davis tense. It was game on. I replied to a man I knew owned two textile plants and a nationwide retail chain.
“John, yes, hi. We actually have a meeting in a few weeks,” I admitted as he leaned in from across the table.
“Yes, we do.” He grinned as if he’d won the upper hand, and he might have until the man that had just been in an aggressive conversation with the man beside him set down his empty glass with a loud clink at the table opposite me.
“Daniello,” I said on a whisper in surprise as his angry eyes met mine. I was sure the anger was misplaced due to his recent argument with a man that stood to leave. He looked gorgeous in his ever present, double-breasted suit and wingtips. He was perfectly put together, aside from his slightly mused, slicked back hair. His eyes were intense and his jaw firm as he addressed me.
“Taylor,” he rasped out as he took in my dress and the men who surrounded me.
“What a coincidence,” I said, making polite conversation. “You have business in Charleston?”
“I have business everywhere.” His words covered me in curiosity, but before I had a chance to respond, Davis moved slightly my way to engage me.
“I have an idea I’d like to run past you,” he whispered as I kept my eyes on Daniello, who looked ready to jump over the table and hurt Davis, or me, or both of us.
“Oh yeah,” I flirted, finally turning my eyes away from the man who had haunted my thoughts for months to focus on Davis. “What’s that?”
“I was wondering—”
“I had hoped to finish our game,” Daniello interrupted without apology as I crossed my legs to dull the ache that began to grow the minute I saw him. “You have not been back to the club.”
“I grew bored of it,” I said simply and without looking at him as I averted my conversation back to Davis. The men next to us shifted uncomfortably, sensing the undeniable tension in the air. The only one seemingly oblivious was Davis as he continued. “I was wanting to ask if you are free—”
“You look bored now,” Daniello said smugly as he lifted his empty glass. “You should put your mouse down, Taylor.”
Davis turned to glare at Daniello who sat confidently as a fresh drink was delivered. He stopped the waitress by putting his hand on her bare leg as she stood next to him. Her eyes were hot on him, and I knew immediately anywhere that hand wandered she would welcome it. Her lips were parted as he rubbed the back of her thigh with his fingertips. “Thank you,” he whispered to the waitress, stroking her as his eyes challenged mine.
“Why don’t you put your mouse away?” I snickered as his hand drifted up further, brushing just beneath her skirt. She opened her legs slightly as the men at the table looked on in awe and frustration. A few of them averted their eyes, clearly uncomfortable at the display. I was both shocked at the abandon of the waitress and at the same time not at all surprised. Daniello had that effect. I knew it the minute I saw him at the club months ago.
After an uncomfortable lull in conversation, uninterrupted by whimpers from our fearless waitress, one of the men next to me cleared his throat loudly and began speaking. They all joined in, leaving Daniello, Davis, and I to our own discussion.
I turned to Davis. “Looks like the help is busy, and I could use another drink.”
“Say no more,” Davis said with uncertainty, looking between Daniello and me as he stood, but not before staking his claim with a kiss on my cheek.
“I am rather enjoying my mouse,” Daniello whispered as his hand slid up even further, brushing her where I knew she was as hot as the burning between my legs.
“You do that.” I winked. I kept my game face on, but inside I was dying and refused to let it show.
“I love satin,” he complimented her on what I was sure was a soaked pair of panties as he stroked her. She made a small whimpering sound but stood, taking his attention as he fucked me with his eyes.
I became slightly paralyzed as I heard her exhale when he slipped fingers inside her. I cursed my pale skin knowing it was probably red with the mix of my desire and the alcohol. At the same time, the dark cover of the club revealed little. I had to strain to see Daniello’s movement. I looked up to his mouse’s hooded eyes as she began to pant.
“Eager little mouse, isn’t she?” I challenged.
“She is,” Daniello complimented again as she slid her hand down to cover his beneath her skirt. She was on the verge, and more than anything, I wanted to see her come. I’d watched couples at The Rabbit Hole fuck openly, but it had never been as hot as this man pleasuring this woman with his fingers in front of my peers and Charleston’s elite. The men shifted next to me, some of them no longer hiding the fact that they were now watching.
Her legs began to shake as Daniello increased his pace. “You Americans are way too guarded with your sexuality,” he declared as he pulled her down into his lap and spread her slightly, reaching his hand back up to resume his work. “You hide your needs and keep them hidden,” he declared as the waitress laid her head back to rest on his shoulder, abandoning any lingering notions of timidity. I was sure management would be coming by at any moment, but I doubted she cared in the least about anything but Daniello’s hand and what it was doing to her. She moaned and gripped his thighs as she rode his hand, unashamed. “Money here buys you that discretion, but your filthy fuck clubs are deceitful. They only add to your betrayal of what you truly want.” And with that and a flick of his wrist, the waitress came hard, her limbs shaking as Daniello reached up lightning fast to present her face to me by gripping it in his hand. Ecstasy is what I saw written all over her features. The men next to me stilled and took it in, as did I. Once her orgasm subsided, she collapsed against Daniello as he stroked her hair.
“Good little mouse,” he murmured, his eyes still connected with mine.
“I’m afraid I took a guess on your drink.” Davis returned, completely clueless as the rest of his group stared at Daniello, who seemed to have put our cocktail waitress in a coma. A small part of me wanted to laugh. The rest of me was filled to the brim with sexual tension.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” I said as I stood, my voice full of desire. “Davis, you have my number. It’s getting late, and I need to get going.”
After months of waiting for Daniello to speak to me only to watch another woman come by his hand left me furious. Not only could I not engage in anything I desired due to our environment, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
“Don’t leave so soon,” Davis said, glaring at Daniello, who was still murmuring to his mouse and testing me with his attention.
“Call me. We’ll set it up,” I said hastily, ready to explode, before taking my leave. I pulled the valet ticket from my purse and waited eagerly as the heat between my legs coated my thighs. The same valet greeted me with a smile as he pulled up. Gripping his shoulder, I leaned in and made a desperate offer.
“Want a taste?”
He pulled away in shock as I grabbed my keys. He had to be about twenty-five. He was attractive enough but looked like a deer in the headlights. I rolled my eyes and got into my car as he spoke to the other valet.
“Marcus, I’m taking ten,” he said hastily as he rounded the car and got in. I pulled forward and into the dark parking lot next to an idling SUV. I didn’t give a damn whose driver it was. They were about to get a show. As soon as the car was situated, I turned in my seat and spread my legs over the console, letting one land on the dash and the other rest next to him in the passenger seat, damn near hostile for relief. The guy wasted no t
ime diving in fully as his tongue began to lap at me, completely unskilled. It didn’t matter. I was on the verge of exploding as my back rested against the driver’s side door. I sank further into the seat, wrapping my legs around his neck as he greedily sucked my clit. Digging my nails into his scalp, I pushed him further down. “Lick it,” I commanded as he sloppily lapped my pussy, missing every single pleasure point and further frustrating me. I felt the stare before I saw Daniello peering through the window behind the valet. I gripped his hair and bucked my hips, spurring him on. It was too dark to see Daniello’s expression, but I assumed it was smug.
“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” my hungry companion said through a mouthful of my soaked pussy.
My eyes still glued to the man who I was sure could only see a small amount through the window, I pushed the valet’s head away so I could reach my ache with my fingers while he fumbled with his tongue. With a few flicks of my wrist and the right amount of pressure, I came undone, hard and loud, still engaged in the man who stood outside my car. My eyes closed as I let the desire spread over me and when I opened them, Daniello was gone, as was the black SUV that sat next to us. The valet was unzipping his pants, but I stopped him.
“Look, um…” Jesus, I didn’t even know his name.
“Derek,” he answered, revealing nothing I desired for as he exposed himself.
“Derek, sweetheart, if you can’t give proper head, it can only get worse from here. I appreciate the effort, but put that thing away before you embarrass yourself further.”
He looked at me in confusion before I finished him off. “No.”
He sighed, putting his cock back into place as I pulled my legs into my seat and nudged him toward the door. “I offered you a taste. I delivered. You did not. Get. Out.”
He looked at me as if I would offer a punch line, but I kept quiet. I felt bad for his future wife. Maybe he would try to improve for his own sake.
“Can I call you?”
“Hell no. Goodbye,” I said, starting my car.
“Bitch,” he whispered under his breath as he exited. With a sigh, I placed my forehead on the steering wheel, completely baffled by what I had just let happen. I’d gone into that upscale bar to bed an equal and ended up letting a valet tongue fuck me because of Daniello.
I smiled slightly at how good he had gotten me. “Son of a bitch.”
I couldn’t damage my career or reputation for a sexual need, that was a given. I’d left hoping I looked like I was offended to the rest of the group, but a complete stranger knew better. Daniello knew better. He knew I was into kink and he’d used it and had gotten the best of me. He’d beat me at a game he’d roped me into for the second time. His plays were taunting, and I’d fallen for it twice. Though I should hate him already, my hunger only grew. This was lust, and this is what he was capable of, and I hated that I’d become desperate and at his mercy.
And still, I wanted him. And I wanted the feeling to last. The uncertainty, the need, it made me feel alive, excited.
I laughed once more as I thought about the fact I may never see him again, and I’d run away with my clit on fire and my tail between my legs.
Tonight I had walked out of my home a tiger on the prowl and ran back home as a mouse…but that was far from boring.
A week later, I was in my office, pacing. “You have twenty minutes to deliver what you promised, or I’ll find you in breach of contract,” I snapped, irritated with my situation. Murphy’s Law had found a way to make my workweek hell. I had absolutely no patience for bullshit and was getting a solid stream of it spewed at me over the phone line. I looked out of my office window at downtown Charleston as tourists lined the city streets. Couples holding hands or families roamed the sidewalks of the historic city as young kids on their bikes pulled others around by cart. Some were crowded in horse-drawn carriages as they were given a guided tour telling of Charleston’s history. It was summer, and that meant more were on their way to drown in the humidity and crowd the beaches. I looked out the window with longing, thinking it may be time for me to finally take a few days to myself to do the same.
I heard my office door open and close and kept my gaze on the city, assuming it was my assistant, Ross, waiting on me.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Warren. We’ve given months of leeway here and hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you’ve pissed it away on shitty mechanics, that’s your issue. I want the new prototype in four days.” I cut the line and threw my headset on the chair next to me. “What is it, Ross?”
“Ross has gone for coffee.” I froze for a brief moment before turning around to find Daniello sitting in my desk chair.
Of course, he took my chair.
“My time is valuable, Mr.?”
“Di Giovanni.”
“Italian?” I asked, finally given the opportunity.
“Some of me,” he answered vaguely. As I surveyed him, I was sure God had granted my wish and poured the perfect man into an expensive suit. His looks were unmatched by any other man I’d ever met. I gave myself a brief moment to appreciate him before taking a step toward him to bite.
“As I said, Mr. Di Giovanni, my time is money, and I’m pretty sure you aren’t here on business.”
“I wanted to see where you reign, Ms. Ellison.” He looked slightly amused, as always, but somehow I knew the bitch in me would be far more hesitant to let him win in my playground. I dug in.
“Great, months of watching each other and now we both have a last name. You’re here and you’ve seen my office, anything else?”
“I want to share a little time with you,” he said, steepling his fingers under his chin and leaning back in my chair.
“Do you? And what would be the purpose?”
“Pleasure, companionship, things we both crave,” he replied, sure of himself. Confidence and arrogance ran through him in abundance.
“Pleasure is better left outside of my office, and companionship…well, let’s just cut to the chase. You aren’t that type of man.” I flicked my hand and gestured for him to move out of my seat.
“Let us not assume anything about the other,” he said in a surprise move to give me back my throne. “You are angry with me for not pursuing you sooner,” he taunted. “You want to be the one coming on my hand, no?”
My sex pulsed as his truth came out. “My time is valuable as well. I want to share time with you while I have it and I want you to agree. What do I have to do to make that happen?” As he spoke, he walked slowly around, picking up various items off my shelf to study them. “No pictures. You have no family?”
“We aren’t assuming, remember?” I pointed out, taking a seat in my chair and watching as his expansive frame moved throughout my office. The man was incredible and looked completely out of place handling my knickknacks. “Are these your things?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Decorator. So I suppose I should just agree to this since you seem to think you know what I want?”
He placed the last knickknack down and stared at me. The connection was just as electric as it had been the first time we locked eyes. Dispelling a breath, I tried to force myself to remain unclouded. He was intoxicating.
“I know exactly what you want,” he taunted, slipping off his coat. I stared at his build, stunned by his ability to shift gears to intimate so smoothly.
“And what’s that?” I smarted at him, way too confident. He smirked as my heart began to pound and blood pooled below.
He rounded the corner of my desk and without warning unzipped his pants. I glanced over at the door and noted it was locked before turning my full attention back to him. He stroked over his pants, his length thickening in front of me, and I envied his hand. I felt my desire kick into overdrive as I watched his hand move back and forth, shortening my breath. He was taunting me again, and I was letting him.
Because I wanted it.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I straightened just as his full, thick shaft came into view. I stared
, riveted.
“You hurt yourself with your lies,” he hissed as he began to stroke himself right in front of me. “I am not afraid to admit I have been thinking of you. I have hunger for you.” In an attempt to even my breathing, I rested my hands on my thighs and slowly rubbed them back and forth.
He was long and thick. The head looked silky and my mouth dried at the moisture gleaming from the tip. My tongue fought hard to remain inside my mouth as I watched his skilled hand stroke the perfect, hard, full cock.
“Who are you?” I asked aloud, though I didn’t mean to. He paused his hand and leaned in with a whisper.
“I am the man who will disappear from your bed without any explanation.”
He resumed his strokes and pulled harder, gripping himself tight. I leaned forward, entranced, waiting for his invitation. He pulled away to make sure I didn’t touch as he circled his perfect, throbbing dick and pumped.
I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me. In all of my wildest sexual imagination, I’d never pictured anything like it. I was stunned by his boldness and at the same time not surprised at all after his display at the club. He towered over me as I sat there appraising him, an inferno of need growing hot inside me.
He pulled at himself as he watched me watch him. “You see, there are bad men out there who will not hesitate to pull the trigger…rape, steal, and climb with hungry claws to get to where they want to be.”
I was so turned on I could barely get the words out as he cupped, stroked, and claimed his cock without any help. Unable to hold back, I put my hands on his thighs and licked my lips as I looked up at him.
“And you are one of them?”
Suddenly, he jerked my head forward, and I parted my lips. He yanked a handful of my hair and tilted my head back, commanding my eyes on his as he slid his full length into my mouth. I took it eagerly, licking and sucking as my pussy pulsed out of control. The salty taste of him spurred me on as I felt him harden further. He watched my mouth with molten eyes as I finished him without hesitation. I couldn’t control it, and I didn’t want to.
