by Grant, Livia
He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath, waiting for her answer. His “Good girl” brought a small smile to her lips. He found himself wishing he could test her reaction to being called a naughty girl or better yet, his dirty girl after she’d enjoyed him fucking her sure-to-be tight ass.
And she would enjoy it. He didn’t know how, but he just knew she’d make a perfectly reluctant anal slut. It took all of his iron control not to dive in to test his theory. He’d love to have her kneel on the padded theater seat, facing the couples behind them so they could watch her face as he raised her skirt, ripped off her damp panties, and fucked her pucker while she cried out in equal measures of pain and pleasure.
He was getting ahead of himself.
Shane settled for squeezing her knees, massaging them lightly as he ever-so-slowly tested her resolve by applying enough pressure to begin spreading her legs as he inched his fingers higher on her thighs, kneading her lightly, willing her to relax her tense muscles.
It wasn’t until he reached the elastic of her panties, she snapped her legs closed, trapping his thumbs between her squeezing thighs.
“I forgot… I can’t… I mean… you shouldn’t…” Her shaky voice trailed off.
He didn’t know what had spooked her, and he sure as hell didn’t want her to leave. Still, he reminded her, “I didn’t hear a color, Nalani. Those words you said don’t tell me what I need to know right now, do they?”
When she just sat, staring at him with a deer-in-the-headlights look, he exerted more power, spreading her legs wide once again, making sure to brush the apex of her sex. As expected, her panties were soaking wet, contradicting her reticence.
Their eyes locked as Shane trailed his fingers across her bare skin, dipping in occasionally to rub her cotton covered pussy. He kept his motions slow and deliberate, afraid to spook her. She reminded him of a feral colt, just beginning to be tamed. Lucky for her, he was an excellent trainer.
Only when he slipped his finger under the waistband of her panties again did she protest in the worst possible way.
“Red!” she cried out confidently.
Fuck.
Shane released the novice immediately, proving to her the word really did work magic here at Black Light, although he found it interesting it took more control than normal to keep his hands off the innocent.
Disappointed, he leaned back from the beauty, preparing to stand. As fun as it would have been to indoctrinate her into the BDSM world, he wasn’t going to push her where she didn’t want to go. Just before he stood, he saw it—her breath hitched, the tears in her eyes, her full lips trembling—regret. She’d been spooked. But why?
“Why did you call red if you don’t really want me to stop?”
Blood rushed to her cheeks as she glanced away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. She was hiding something. What an idiot. Why hadn’t he asked her sooner?
“There’s someone else. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think…”
“No! That’s not it,” she rushed to reassure him, confusing him even more.
“Okay, then, what the hell is it?”
How odd he felt unfamiliar insecurity as he waited long seconds for her answer. Shane tried his best not to let being an international heartthrob go to his head—he really did—but the fact of the matter was, women he showed an interest in didn’t turn him down… like ever. That Nalani had put the brakes on their impromptu tryst put her in the company of a tiny circle of women who’d rebuffed him in the last few years.
Nalani had been flushed with embarrassed insecurity much of the time he’d spent with her, but when she started taking sips of air while she visibly trembled, he became concerned. Something deeper was going on here than sexual insecurity.
Okay, he really was an idiot. She looked young, but there was no way she was underage. Davidson wasn’t stupid enough to hire a kid to work at Black Light or even Runway, for that matter. But… that didn’t mean she couldn’t be…
“You’re a virgin,” he stated, sure he’d figured out her secret.
Teary eyes turned back to him quickly, wide with panic as she protested, “No! I’m not… I mean, I’m not a slut or anything, but I’m not a virgin either.” She sounded insulted at the idea.
“Then what the fuck is wrong?” he snapped. “Am I that repulsive that you…”
“I have my period, okay? If you must know, I have a tampon in, and… well, I don’t want you to be grossed out or worse, make a mess. These chairs are hard enough to get cum stains out of. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood stains out?”
He couldn’t stop his bark of laughter. Anyone watching could see her embarrassment turning to anger as he continued to chuckle. He leaned closer, but Nalani was having none of it. The angrier she got at his reaction, the harder she pressed against him, trying to wiggle her way out of the chair and to her feet.
Shane wasn’t going to let her escape—not yet. He couldn’t let her think he was making fun of her situation. He was laughing at himself for not only not thinking of this possibility but maybe at her for thinking such a thing possibly mattered to him.
She started fighting like a wildcat to be free, and the asshole in him had fun wrestling the beauty into a bear hug to subdue her.
“That’s enough. Settle down,” he ordered in his most authoritative Dom’s voice.
It worked. She stilled in his arms.
He missed seeing her eyes as he hugged her close. What he lost visually, he gained physically. Her perky breasts pressed into his chest as he held her tight. Even through her uniform and his shirt, he could feel her pebbled nipples standing at attention.
The movie behind him had switched scenes. The sound of a woman gagging on a cock as she was face-fucked hard and fast was a sexy soundtrack. He leaned in, placing his lips against the shell of Nalani’s ear, darting his tongue out to lick.
“I’m sorry I laughed, but I’m not making fun of you. I couldn’t care less about that sort of thing. I can show you a good time, regardless. If you’ll let me, that is.”
His words hung between them as he started to roam his hands across her body, wishing the fabric of her uniform wasn’t between his fingers and her flesh.
“But… how…”
“Trust me.”
He held her tight, caressing her lightly until he felt the hands she’d thrown onto his shoulders start to massage him in small, inviting circles. They stayed in their embrace for several long minutes, silently letting the intimate thread he’d felt tying him to her earlier repair itself until it was stronger than ever.
Had they been seeing each other for a while, tonight would have definitely been an anal domination night, but Nalani wasn’t ready for that. They barely knew each other, but still, he was pretty sure what she needed.
Shane moved his right hand, squeezing her sexy body as he moved down. Massaging her left breast through her clothes, placing his palm against her flat tummy while pressing lower… and lower… until he was able to cup her pussy through the layers of fabric in his muscular hand.
Her strangled gurgle against his ear coincided with her hugging him tighter as she thrust her hips forward to increase the friction against her clit. Her gasping breaths as she became more aroused turned him on even more than the sexy aroma of her dripping cunt.
Nalani froze again when he snaked his right hand up under the hem of her skirt to resume petting her pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. Only when she trusted he wouldn’t embarrass her by making a big deal out of her having her period did she really relax in his arms.
He knew when she’d finally turned herself over to the scene—her body turned into a pliable noodle, collapsing back against the plush chair with her eyes closed, her breath coming in short pants.
Shane massaged his way down her body, returning his hands to her bare thighs. Unlike the first time he’d been in this position, this time, Nalani let her legs fall apart, opening herself to his petting. Even through her panties, his fingers hone
d in on her swollen button, pressing it hard enough to bring an untamed groan from the natural beauty writhing with desire in front of him. She cried out louder when he pinched her protruding nipple at the same time he pinched her clit.
The only thing better than watching her coming apart as he played her body like a musical instrument would be watching the passion registering in her eyes as she orgasmed.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he ordered just as he felt her body tensing as she succumbed to the pleasure. It took her long seconds to register his request and comply. He wasn’t prepared for her to penetrate him with the sexiest glare he’d ever been on the receiving end of as she cracked her eyes open.
Her quiet, “Wow,” did wonders for his ego. Hell, he hadn’t even got his dick wet, but he felt an odd pride at being able to make someone as beautiful as Nalani literally fall apart.
It was when he felt her tentative touch massaging his own package through his jeans, he balked. God knew he couldn’t wait for his own relief, yet hated the idea of her only taking care of his erection out of a sense of quid pro quo.
Shane snapped his fingers around her wrist, halting her fumbling with the zipper of his jeans.
“But I owe you,” she protested.
Her words angered him for some irrational reason.
“You don’t owe me shit.”
“But… you took care of… um… my needs. I can do the same,” she replied, still fumbling to get to his zipper.
“Oh, Nalani, baby, you better believe you’ll be taking care of me, but it won’t be like this.” When he was sure she was paying attention, he added. “It was fucking amazing watching you come. Your face was flushed, and you trembled head to toe. And you made the sexiest little tortured moan that went straight to my cock. It makes me want to tie you down and drag another half-dozen orgasms from you until you beg me to stop.”
He watched for her reaction to his salacious words. While his observation was spot on, he had an ulterior motive for his dirty rant. Her reluctance, shy embarrassment—she was the textbook dichotomy of innocent reluctance, warring with brazen need.
Recognizing the hidden gem he’d just run across for what it was worth, Shane forced down his current needs, trading them for the longer game with Nalani… Shit, he didn’t even know her last name. Hell, he knew almost nothing about her, but he knew this.
She would be in his bed soon… and over his lap, writhing as he paddled her into a frenzy… and on her knees, looking up at him with his cock stuffing those full lips wide… and…
Patience.
“You’re going to go home now and peel off all of your clothes. I want you to draw a hot bath and sink inside. Once there, I want you to close your eyes and relive our time together tonight while you touch yourself like the naughty girl I know you are deep down.
“While you do that, I’m going to go upstairs to my suite and strip down as well, only I’m going to crawl into that great big bed all by myself. Only then will I grab my rock-hard cock and stroke myself as I close my eyes and remember what you look like when you climax. I’m going to jack off and shoot my wad all over those nice clean sheets you put on today.”
Her breathing was coming in short, shallow pants as he continued with his dirty bedtime story. “And when I wake up in the morning, I’ll do it all over again, this time, imagining how you look masturbating in your bathtub while thinking about me.”
He waited for her glazed gaze to become more lucid before adding his parting promise.
“When you come to clean my sheets tomorrow, you’re gonna find my deposit, and I want you to know you’re responsible for that mess. You’ll have to think about that as you’re cleaning it up, then…”
Shane stopped just long enough to make sure she was really paying attention to him before adding the most important part.
“I’ll be waiting for you down here at Black Light tomorrow night at eight. I want you to change into something more comfortable after work and come down. We’ll have a drink… get to know each other a bit better… and most importantly, I’ll want to hear you describe in detail how it felt to have to clean up my cum, knowing I’d been fantasizing about you when I was touching myself.”
Her wide-eyed shock was exactly what he’d been going for. He was going to have so much fun corrupting the reluctant innocent he’d accidentally found.
Chapter 3
Shane pulled his sports car up to the valet stand at The Iron Fork exactly ten minutes late, according to the digital clock on his dashboard. That he was here at all was a minor miracle. It had taken all of his efforts not to stay back at the Runway mansion to wait for one sexy housekeeper to show up to work that morning.
It didn’t escape him how pitiful it was he was late to a business brunch because he’d been stationed at the tall window of his suite, close to an hour, looking out over the parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of the dark-haired beauty who had somehow gotten under his skin—without even trying.
He smiled, thinking about Nalani’s face when she arrived to clean his room that afternoon and found the special surprise he’d left for her in his bed. Not only had he left his dried cum as promised, but he’d taken the time to use his finger to draw her name in the sticky liquid he’d deposited while thinking about her sexy orgasm. After he’d done it, he’d felt embarrassed at the almost goofy romance of the gesture. Still, he wished he could be there to see her face when she read his very personal message. He was thinking about what a schmuck he’d been to take things so slow with her the night before.
As he stepped up to the maître d stand, despite several groups of diners waiting to be seated at the popular restaurant, he wasn’t surprised to hear, “We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Covington. Your party is waiting for you at your table. Please, follow me.”
Shane weaved through the completely packed restaurant in the heart of Hollywood. Sunday morning was the prime time see and be seen time in town. Tourists packed in, cameras at the ready, to snap a photo of their favorite celebrities as they dined with the rich and famous.
It was the last place he wanted to be today.
So, it was with some relief they weaved through the main dining area, through the smaller annex room, past the door to the patio where tables were full of people dining alfresco, and only slowed when they approached the very back booth. It was the only seat in the house that provided a small measure of privacy, which immediately put him on edge.
Only meetings where bad news was to be delivered usually took place back here. Just before they made the last turn toward the corner, he reminded himself he was in the driver’s seat of his career. He’d already turned this project down. There could be no bad news since he’d been the one to already deliver it.
I’m just here to eat and run.
That was his last thought as he neared the table, only to find one person sitting at the round table large enough for the eight people he’d been expecting.
“Boeing,” he acknowledged first, then turned to the restaurant host. “You’ve shown me to the wrong table.” He resisted leaving off the word dumbass. “I’m here to meet with my agent John Graves and a group from Redman Studios.”
The maître d looked at the seated man for assistance, clearly confused he’d misunderstood.
Nolan Boeing filled in the blanks as he pushed to his feet. “You’re in the right place, Covington.” He held his right hand out for a handshake as he reassured Shane. The men shook hands as the restaurant employee slinked off, leaving them to their relative privacy.
“I’m afraid to ask what you’re doing here, Nolan.”
“Have a seat.” The slightly older movie executive waved his arm at an empty chair. “I’ll explain over a plate of Eggs Benedict. I’ve been looking forward to it for days.”
The men took seats next to each other, their backs to the restaurant in an attempt to block out the low din of chatter.
“So, which is it?” Shane prompted as a busboy scurried from the shadows to fill his water glass. At
Nolan Boeing’s confused look, Shane clarified. “You’ve been looking forward to the Eggs Benedict or this meeting with me?”
The men had known each other for several years. They’d met working on a project several years ago as Shane’s career had just been taking off and more recently, had drinks occasionally, sitting at the private bar at Black Light, where both dominant men spent a fair amount of time.
“Definitely the eggs,” Nolan answered quickly. The unreadable look on his friend’s face made Shane wish he’d canceled the meeting.
“That bad, eh?” he asked as another server deposited a tall Bloody Mary in front of him, a full stalk of celery shooting out at the top.
“I ordered yours with double Grey Goose,” Nolan informed him.
Shane took a drag from the strong drink before answering. “I can’t wait to hear your pitch.”
“Who says I have a pitch?”
“I’m not stupid. They sent you in to change my mind. Let me save us some time here. The answer to whatever you’re going to ask is no.”
“Hold that thought. You should at least hear me out before you shut me down.”
Shane chuckled as he shook his head at the waiter. “I don’t need to see the menu. I won’t be able to stay for lunch.” He held the menu out to the man in uniform, but Nolan Boeing injected.
“Bring him an order of the Eggs Benedict.” When Shane gave him a dirty look, Nolan shrugged. “I’ll take my chances I can get you to stay long enough to eat. Worst case scenario, I’ll take your portion home to heat up for dinner tomorrow night.”
The men waited for the server to leave them in privacy before Nolan went to work, trying to change Shane’s mind about the movie project at hand. Shane recalled the movie’s plot had been solid, but the artistic team they’d put together for the project was a train wreck. Shane didn’t want to be even loosely associated with them, let alone the headliner. He couldn’t think of one single thing the movie financier could say to him to make him change his mind.
