by Madeleine Oh
He cleared his throat. “Just what would that be?”
“You’ll have to wait and see…” Her singsong voice was driving him crazy.
He burst out laughing. “Go on.”
“Afterwards I’d invite you to join me in the bedroom where I’d strip you naked and ask you to get into bed. I’d remove my apron and join you wearing only my collar and nipple rings. I’d slide between your thighs and ready myself to feast on your cock.”
He wrapped his hand around his stiff member.
“I’d hold you in my hands and stroke until you were fully hard. Then I’d take you into my mouth. I’d run my tongue up and down your cock and before long I’d take you deep into my throat. Suckling you like hard candy, my tongue will move over you, savoring every inch, every flavor, every texture.”
He began a slow stroke and his breathing deepened.
“Then I’d cup your balls, lightly dragging my nails against your skin. Moving my head over your cock, I’d free my long hair so that it would tickle the inside of your thighs. I’d slowly begin working the head of your big cock, my tongue pressing hard against the sensitive underside. You’d try and guide me but I wouldn’t let you. I’m your slave and as such I have learned what my Master enjoys in bed. I know what really turns you on.” Her voice grew huskier, her accent more pronounced.
“Yeah, you do,” he whispered, his stroke increasing.
“Your hips arch toward me as I suck you. My hand encircles your shaft and you’re only moments away from release. But it’s too soon. I let you slide from my mouth as I switch positions. I straddle your chest, my naked, wet pussy mere inches from your mouth.”
He groaned.
“I’d take you into my mouth once more, and I’d take you deep. With every stroke my wet pussy is pushed into your face. As you snake your tongue out to touch me, I slide my pinky into your anus and stroke from the inside out until you come deep in my mouth.”
Thoroughly aroused and unable to help himself, his balls tightened and Drake came with a roar. His come jetted over his hand and he continued stroking, drawing out his climax until he could wrench no more feeling from his body. Slowly reality reasserted itself and the ability to speak and think coherently returned.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Sire?” Her coy little question elicited a bark of laughter from him.
“Yes, in case you didn’t notice.” His tone was wry. “Very good, Gia. You are a very obedient sub and I think you and I will enjoy each other’s company quite well.”
“I have to agree.”
“Well then, are you ready to meet me for dinner tomorrow evening?”
There was a slight hesitation and he held his breath as he waited for her answer.
“Yes.”
“Very well. Meet me at 7:30 p.m.” He mentioned the name of a discreet Italian restaurant.
“I’ll be there.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Gia.”
“Yes, and Sire,” he caught a hint of teasing in her tone, “in the meantime, dream of me.”
His grin nearly split his face when the line went dead. He’d already spent many hours dreaming of her and now, in less than twenty-four hours, his dreams would become a reality.
Chapter Six
Her photos didn’t begin do her justice.
Drake took a sip of his merlot, enjoying both the flavor of the liquid and the sway of Gia Conti’s hips as she walked toward him. Dwarfed by the tall hostess, Gia was perfection in motion. With her black hair in a sophisticated twist and her creamy, pale skin, she was the poster child for feminine beauty. Her dark catlike eyes were shadowed by lush lashes and accented with heavy liner. Her features were fragile, fey-like with winged brows, a petite nose and lush, red lips. Just looking at her made him think of raw, raunchy, sweaty sex.
Dressed in a simple black sheath that skimmed her slim curves, she walked with an easy grace. She wore no stockings and a pair of flat strappy sandals. In her hand she carried a slim ebony walking stick though he noticed she didn’t seem to lean her weight upon it. She had a very slight limp, one that most people wouldn’t notice unless they knew to look, a possible byproduct of her accident.
He set down the glass and was preparing to stand when a young girl intercepted Gia. The girl looked up at her with such a look of complete adoration as she held out a sheet of paper and an ink pen.
Gia gave her a slow smile and his gut clenched. That smile was lethal. She bent and spoke to the child for a few moments before signing the paper and giving her a hug. The girl clutched the paper to her chest as if it were more precious than gold then ran back toward her table.
It would appear he could add gracious to Gia’s list of attributes.
He rose to greet his dinner guest.
“Mr. Whelan, your dinner guest has arrived.” The hostess stepped to the side allowing Gia to precede her.
“Gia, you look lovely.” He took her slim hand in his.
“Drake.” Her perfume was subtle, sexy and she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Please sit.”
He took her hand and guided her to the padded leather seat of the booth. She slipped into the seat then leaned her cane against the end.
“I’ll send your waiter right over,” the hostess said.
“Thank you, Rachel.”
One slim, dark brow rose. “You come here often?” Her voice carried the faintest of accents from Northern Italy, one of his favorite places in the world.
“Usually for lunch, my studio is right around the corner.” Drake resumed his seat. “Can I offer you some wine?”
“Please.”
He poured her a glass of wine then reached for a chilled bottle of Pellegrino.
“You never told me your last name.” Her tone carried a hint of reproach.
“At the time I didn’t think it was important.” He filled her water glass then refilled his own.
“Oh really? The fact that you are and I quote, ‘One of the most innovative artists of modern time’—I believe that is what the New York Times said about you—wasn’t important?”
“It’s my job, but it doesn’t define who I am.” He shrugged. “I wanted us to get to know one another on a more basic level, one without all the tags society forces upon us.”
One perfect brow arched. “This is a bit awkward.”
“Think so? We know the rudimentary details of each other’s lives. Part of the thrill of meeting someone new is taking the time to get to know them and to ferret out the interesting details of their lives. If we know everything up front, where is the mystery in that?”
Her gaze danced away.
“Just for the record, I’m divorced, no children, no pets. I have a sizeable income, impeccable credit record and I play football, racquetball or Frisbee golf on the weekends with college friends. I don’t smoke, drink only socially and—”
She held up her hand, a wide smile curving her luscious mouth. “I believe I’ve heard enough.”
He smiled. “Good, I was running out of statistics and was about to start making some up.”
She tipped her head back and gave an unrestrained laugh. In that moment Drake knew he was about to be charmed by her.
* * * * *
Gia was surprised at how quickly they settled into comfortable conversation. Any sign of awkwardness melted away when he began telling her humorous stories about his time abroad. One of the most amusing of which was when, as a struggling artist, he’d been commissioned to paint a fresco and found himself the object of lust by the middle-aged wife of the homeowner. Upon completion of the project he’d received his first big check and a kiss that had left him reeling for days.
Charmed, Gia shared a few harried tales of her own, including the time a prominent head of state equated ballerina with prostitute and she’d clouted him over the head with a priceless Ming vase. She’d often wondered how he’d explained a broken family heirloom to his wife.
The waiter arrived and distracted Drake long e
nough to give Gia the opportunity to study him. He certainly was handsome which made her ask the question, why would he have to use the personals as a way of finding a lover?
He was quite tall, well over six feet and he wasn’t built as she’d envisioned a painter would be. This man was powerful with his broad shoulders and thick chest. His arms were heavily muscled and his hands calloused. His dark brown hair was long enough to brush his shoulders and a diamond stud twinkled in one ear. His features were even, and his eyes were the most beguiling shade of blue.
She took a sip of her wine. There was something dangerous yet reassuring about him at the same time. He exuded strength and confidence and she’d hazard a guess that he was as at home in a suit or jeans. With the dark stubble on his chin, all he needed was a leather jacket and he’d look like the ultimate bad boy.
Heat pooled between her thighs.
There was something familiar, almost comforting about him. She stared hard at him and racked her brain to think if they’d met before but she came up with nothing. Surely if they’d met previously, Drake would’ve mentioned it.
Picking up a cracker, she smoothed a healthy dollop of pâté over it. When she bit into the savory treat she felt a warm hand touch her knee. Startled, her gaze darted toward Drake and the waiter. Both were still talking as if nothing were amiss even as the hem of her dress was lifted and his calloused hand touched her thigh.
Their table was private enough with the high back of the booth and an arrangement of palms obscuring the view of the rest of the room. The long white tablecloth would also serve to hide anything going on beneath their table. A slow ache built between her legs.
The waiter finally walked away before Drake spoke.
“How is the pâté this evening?” he asked.
“Hmm, very good.” She fixed another cracker and handed it to him. Their fingers brushed and it sent a shiver of awareness up her arm.
“Excellent.”
The pressure against her thigh increased as he silently urged her to part her legs. A rush of liquid heat invaded her pussy when she relaxed her thighs.
Part of her was shocked. Secluded booth or not, it was still a restaurant and anyone could walk past and see what they were up to, not to mention the fact the waiter could return at any moment. Another part of her, the part longing to break free and be wild again, didn’t care what anyone might think as she was enjoying his touch too much to back down now.
She parted her legs to allow him better access and she sucked in a noisy breath when his hand covered the strip of silk that comprised her panties. Pushing aside the narrow band of elastic, one thick finger breached her damp flesh to zero in on her clit. Her back arched ever so slightly and she leaned into his touch. With his right hand he continued eating, his gaze focused on the plate of pâté and crackers. His talented fingers began stroking her hardened clit in a slow stroke that aroused her even more.
The waiter arrived with his soup and her salad before vanishing again.
Gia reached for her water and took a hasty gulp. It would be so easy to just lean back and give herself over to the mastery of his fingers, not caring that anyone else might hear her come. Wouldn’t that shock the dinner-eating public? Probably not, it was New York after all. But, something still held her back and she pressed her lips together. Even though she wanted to break free, too many years of strict training and lessons on deportment were too intrinsic to her personality to just cast them aside now.
She glanced at Drake’s handsome face. He offered her a warm smile, his eyes dark with sensual promise. Dipping his spoon into the soup, he offered her a bite.
“Try this, it’s delicious. The texture is creamy, and the flavor is complex.”
Gia leaned forward and took the offering, barely tasting the soup as his fingers continued their slow strokes. She could so easily imagine him kissing her with that wicked mouth and stroking her flesh with his tongue. She stifled a moan when he caught her clit with two fingers.
“Gia.” His warm breath caressed her cheek and sent tendrils of sensation across her body. “What I’d like to do is pick you up and fuck you on this table.”
Her thighs tightened, trapping his hand.
“I’d strip you naked so that everyone could admire your beauty. I’d suckle those nipples of yours and tease your piercings with my teeth. I’d work my way down your body, licking and kissing you all over. You’d spread your thighs for me because you’re a well-trained sub and you know that your pleasure is linked with mine.”
He entered her vagina with one thick finger. Gia gasped and leaned forward, her hands landing on his arm and her nails sunk into his suit jacket.
“I’d have the waiter bring me a bowl of chocolate mousse with which I’d paint your pussy. When I was done I’d lap at you like a dog until you were clean.”
Gia swallowed hard. The need to come was strong now and she could feel the tension creeping up the back of her legs, a delicious heady sensation that grew more insistent as it reached her thighs.
“When I was done, I’d unleash my cock. Pressing it against your delicious cunt, I’d revel in the feeling of your hot, wet flesh giving way before me. You’d wrap your legs around my waist and I’d thrust into you hard, fucking you until you were coming again and again, screaming out my name.”
Gia bit her lip and a whimper escaped.
“Other people would be watching us.” His lips brushed the sensitive skin near her ear and she shuddered, her orgasm bearing down hard on her. “The men would be jealous of your tight pussy around my cock while the women would be masturbating against their panties. It wouldn’t matter that they were watching us as the only thing that would concern us is reaching release. With my cock filling you, stretching you, it would only be a matter of moments before you lost control—”
Stiffening, her nails dug into his arm as a powerful orgasm exploded over her. Biting her lip, she managed to stifle her screams but just barely. Snatching up her napkin, she buried her face in it as she struggled to catch her breath.
When the moment passed, she lowered the napkin, her cheeks as hot as fire. Drake’s fingers were still buried in her flesh and when their eyes met, he gave her clit one final stroke then removed his hand. Raising it to his lips, his tongue snaked out to taste her arousal.
She was unable to speak because her mouth was dry, and she reached for a glass of water. She was both shocked and pleasantly surprised by the recent turn of events. In the past twenty-four hours she’d had two explosive orgasms with this man and it just wasn’t enough. She wanted more, much more.
The waiter reappeared. “Your entrees will be out very shortly—”
“Thank you, Greg. Can you please box everything up and have the car brought around? Something very important has come up.”
Gia darted a quick look at his lap then had to stifle her laughter with her napkin. Something very important, and very large indeed.
Chapter Seven
Like two horny teenagers, Gia and Drake tumbled into the back of the limousine. She landed in his lap and the moment the door was shut and locked, they were on each other. Their first kiss was more about raw need than finesse. Her fingers clawed at his jacket as if she wished to climb into his skin while their tongues tangled in a dance of sensual excess that stole her breath away.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, on her hips, touching her thighs before skimming up her sides. Tugging the pins from her hair, he tossed them on the floor. The silken mass tumbled about her shoulders and he stroked her throat and the line of her jaw. Their limbs tangled and he twisted until she found herself flat on her back on the seat with Drake leaning over her.
She moaned into his mouth when he stroked his thumb over one erect nipple. Through the silk of her dress he located the ring and gave it a tender tug. She responded by nipping at his lower lip. Her fingers threaded through his hair for a better grip when his knee pressed against the seam of her legs and she parted them without hesitation.
Her puss
y heated with moisture when he moved his thigh against her. Her nails dug into his scalp, her body automatically moving against him, desperately needing the pressure and sensation he was arousing within her.
Gia laced her leg around his waist, bringing him closer and he made an appreciative sound deep in his throat. His erection pressed into her lower belly and she longed to feel it in her hands, her mouth, her—
“Mr. Whelan, you’re home.”
She froze when the driver’s voice sounded over the intercom and Drake broke the kiss.
Oh my God, she’d almost had sex in the back of a moving limousine!
Drake reached over and hit the intercom button. “Thank you, Doug.”
Her cheeks were blazing when their gazes met. His dark hair was tumbled over his forehead giving him a boyish look that she found both endearing and sexy at the same time. With her lipstick smeared over his mouth and that slow dark look in his eyes, anyone seeing them would know what they’d been up to in the back of the car.
“Look at us acting like two sex-starved high-school kids.” His voice was deep with arousal.
“Yeah well, the difference being if you play your cards right, you will get lucky tonight.” She shimmied out from beneath him, enjoying his bark of laughter at her impudent words.
“I have a feeling I hold the winning hand.”
He reached around her and opened the door. Almost immediately the doorman appeared and offered Gia his assistance in exiting the car. She avoided meeting his gaze knowing she must look a wreck or, at the very least, like a woman who’d been thoroughly debauched in the back of the sleek black limo.
Drake followed and took her arm then led her to the entrance. His apartment building was like most in the upscale locale. Gleaming marble floors, polished glass and a towering floral arrangement in the center of the lobby. Near the elevator stood a man in a dark suit with gold lapels. He nodded at them as they stepped into the elevator then followed. Her brow rose when she saw the brocade couch in the elevator.
