Eyes On You: A Blasphemy Novella

by Laura Kaye

  “Good.” The sternness on his face was so damn hot. “Then lift your skirt and turn around in a circle. I want to see what I’ll be having tonight.”

  A shiver rocked through her, especially since she had a little surprise for him. Eyes on Wolf, she lifted the covering material up around her waist. If she thought she’d been wet before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now that she was standing in the middle of a room full of people showing off her bare ass and newly waxed pussy.

  Wolf’s eyes went wide. “Very nice, Olivia.”

  She turned in a circle, realizing that he’d made her do this so she’d see the audience that they were drawing. Her face and her body were equally on fire as she turned back to him.

  He rose, made a big show of folding her panties and slipping them into his pocket, and then nodded. “You may drop your skirt.”

  Shakily, she let the material go, and felt torn between relief and regret.

  He stepped in close. “That disappointed you, didn’t it? Covering back up.”

  Relief or regret? Relief or regret? “A little, Sir,” she was forced to admit.

  “Hmm.” He stepped back again, crossed his arms, tilted his head. Looked at her like he was evaluating. “That dress, it’s all wrong, I think.”

  “What?” She looked down at herself, even more confused now. “You don’t like it, Sir?”

  “Too much, I think. I don’t want anything to happen to it.” Suddenly, he unbuttoned his own shirt. One button after another, with fast, furious flicks of his fingers. He whipped the black cotton off his shoulders, leaving him bare from the belt up. God, he looked freaking good. Cocky and confident, like a powerful businessman about to fuck his secretary on the conference room table in front of the entire board. Shirt in hand, his eyes narrowed. “Where did you go just now?”

  “Here. I’m right here, Master Wolf,” she said, her body’s responses overwhelming. She’d never felt so aroused in her life, and it was almost too much to handle.

  He shook his head. “Tell me. What were you just thinking about? I saw it on your face, Olivia. I want to know.”

  For just a second, she squeezed her eyes shut, and then she let the words spill. “It just…it just flashed into my mind when you took off your shirt. That you looked like…oh God…” She opened her eyes again.

  “What?” he asked, nailing her with a hot, demanding stare.

  “Like a powerful businessman about to have sex with his secretary on the conference room table in front of his board,” she rushed out, face flaming.

  His grin was slow and sly. “That’s a hot fucking fantasy. I do love how your brain works, little Olivia.” Without another word or any other preamble, he reached under her skirt and swiped his fingers between her legs.

  She nearly screamed at the contact, so startled by it that she had to clutch at his biceps to steady herself.

  He brought his hand between their faces. His fingers glistened with her arousal. Watching her watch him, he sucked the wetness into his mouth.

  A little moan spilled unbidden from her throat.

  “God, you’re hot for this, aren’t you?” he whispered.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Just how far can I push you, Olivia?” he asked, his eyes searching hers. “Just how far are you willing to go?”

  The question made her shiver again. As if her nervous system had been plugged into an electrical outlet, she couldn’t seem to stop. Still, she knew she didn’t want this night to end with her regretting that she hadn’t been brave enough to go for something she wanted. And she wanted this. She wanted Wolf. She wanted him in full Dom mode, just like he’d said. “Push me hard, Master Wolf. I want anything you want.”

  His jaw ticked and his eyes flashed. “Brave girl,” he said. “Take off everything except those heels. Right here. Right now.”

  Chapter 7

  Wolf hadn’t planned to push Olivia so hard so fast, but he also hadn’t expected her to get so hot so fast. He suspected that if he’d left his hand between her legs for five more seconds, she could’ve come just from that little contact.

  He fucking loved how turned on she was. Her breathing came fast. Her pulse jumped at her throat. Her eyes were dilated. And she couldn’t stop shivering from the adrenaline he guessed absolutely flooded her system. She’d been so wet that she’d soaked his fingers from just one touch.

  So he was going to push her, all right. Because he was suddenly ravenous to learn just how far he could take her, how far they could go together. He was flying because of how high she was flying, as if they were connected on a physiological level, as if her heart pulsed his blood. Damnit all to hell, but the connection they shared was blowing his mind. Because he hadn’t been sure he’d ever find anything like it.

  And then he met Liv.

  On a shaky exhale, she reached for the zipper under her arm and undid the bodice of her dress. As she slipped out of the straps, he realized she wore no bra beneath it, which meant that disrobing immediately bared her beautiful, full breasts with their tightly erect nipples. Just like he’d requested before, she bent at the waist to push the dress down over her legs, and then she stepped out of the circle of material and rose again, clutching it to her front.

  He shook his head and held out his hand. She gave him the dress. And then Wolf debated how he wanted to make her come.

  “Too bad I don’t have a boardroom table here,” he said with a wink. Her cheeks flushed brilliantly, making him chuckle. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

  She swallowed hard, and Wolf dropped her dress and his shirt to the couch, then went to her, drew her into his arms against him, and turned her so that his body mostly shielded hers. Now the crowd’s eyes were on his back, but that meant that Olivia was forced to face everyone watching them.

  “Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” he said.

  She hugged him, removing the last of the distance between their chests.

  “Keep your eyes open while you come,” he whispered, grinding his hard cock against her hip. He wanted her drunk with the pleasure that feeding her exhibitionist fantasies could provide. He wanted her to see exactly what they could be. Together.

  “Sir?” she asked.

  He cupped her pussy in his hand, pulling something close to a scream from her throat. “And say my name when you do,” he growled, his fingers circling her clit.

  The first orgasm hit almost immediately, and Olivia nearly shrieked, “Master Wolf!” as it made her shudder and moan.

  “Again,” he said, his movements alternating between firm circles against her clit and long strokes between her thighs that skimmed her opening.

  “Oh God,” she said, more of her weight hanging on his shoulders as her legs grew weak. “I’m going to…oh God.” He pressed harder, faster. “M-Master Wolf, I’m c-coming,” she nearly cried.

  While her body still trembled, he kicked her stance wider. “Again.” He penetrated her pussy with his middle finger, using the heel of his hand to provide friction against her clit. She was soaking wet, slick and so damn tight. It was all he could do to avoid taking her to the couch and fucking her right there.

  But it wasn’t time. Not yet. He wanted to draw this out for her. He wanted to give her the whole fantasy. He wanted to let her experience that for which another man had made her feel ashamed.

  So he let his fingers have what his cock badly wanted, masturbating her there in the club, his hand and her thighs wet with her come. “Christ, feel that pussy, Olivia.”

  Her hold tightened on his shoulders, her fingers digging in. “They’re all watching,” she rasped.

  “Because your orgasms are fucking beautiful. Give them something else to see. Do it now,” he said, finger fucking her hard, grinding his palm more firmly.

  She thrust her hips to match the strokes of his hand. “Yes,” she whined. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  The third orgasm stole her legs out from under her, and he caught her with an arm around her waist while she was still coming,
while her pussy was still squeezing at his finger inside her. “Master Wolf,” she chanted. “Master Wolf, Master Wolf.”

  “Jesus,” he rasped, more turned on by her shattered surrender than he’d possibly ever been in his life. Scooping her into his arms, he cradled her against his body, and then he carried her to a more private grouping of seats on the far side of the room, away from the dance floor, tucked behind a wall that separated the old nave from a side hallway. He sat with her in his lap, his hand stroking her hair as the aftershocks of her orgasms continued to roll through her. “Just rest. I’ve got you.”

  It only took a few moments before one of the submissive waiters came to check on them. “A blanket, right away,” Wolf ordered. “And when you have a chance after that, please retrieve our clothes from the couch behind the bar and bring us two bottles of water.”

  “Yes, Sir,” the shirtless, shoeless young man said. He wore only a pair of Spandex short shorts and the white cuff that identified him as an unattached submissive. In less than a minute, he assisted Wolf in covering Olivia with a black fleece blanket. And within another five, he’d returned with the other requested items.

  “I feel a little drunk,” Olivia said when the man left them. Her bright turquoise eyes peered up at him, soft and sleepy. “I didn’t think I had that much champagne…”

  He smiled, adoring the way she was looking at him. “I think you’re flirting with subspace, sweetness. Enjoy it.”

  “What’s that?” she asked, the words a little slurred.

  Subspace, for sure. “It’s an intense, altered headspace some submissives achieve from the intensity of a BDSM scene or the intensity of release. It can feel like a lot of different things, from being sleepy to feeling drunk to almost becoming trancelike.”

  “Oh,” she said with a breathy laugh. “I see. Master Wolf?”

  “Yes?” He stroked the hair back off her face, loving being close to her, holding her, basking in the trust and affection plain in her expression. They’d only known each other for a week, but Wolf still felt a surprisingly strong connection to her, an unexpectedly deep desire for her. And not just sexually, though that was there in spades.

  “When can we do that again?”

  He burst out laughing, setting her off chuckling, too. “Eager, are we?”

  “For that? Yes, Sir. Very eager, Sir.” She grinned up at him. “Super. Eager.”

  “Greedy little submissive,” he said, trying but failing to give her a stern look. He handed her some water and watched with satisfaction as she drank down half of the bottle. It made him want to feed her, to watch her eat from his hand, to sate her needs in another way. In every way. “What did you think of what we just did?” he asked after a moment.

  Her gaze went distant. “It was…amazing. Overwhelming. A little scary at first, but then it was like, I don’t know. I knew the people were there and that they were watching, but it became nearly impossible to concentrate on that. All I could feel was you and your hand and the way your words impacted my body. I never wanted it to stop but I also felt like I might die if it went on another second.” She blinked. “Does that make any sense?”

  “Total sense. I think you’re articulating all this very well.” And Wolf really appreciated that—that she could tell him with such specificity exactly what she was experiencing. It confirmed just how into this she was—and therefore just how right they were together.

  More than that, the fundamental pleasure she got from this reminded him of how it all used to make him feel, too. Blasphemy was still new and risky and overwhelming to her, the people all strangers, and therefore, the stakes were high for her here even though it was a safe environment for her to play out these fantasies. And it not only reminded him of the edgy thrill he used to feel more of, it made him actually feel it again, too. And he cherished the hell out of that. He really did.

  Being with Olivia Foster was giving him back something he’d been starting to fear he was losing. It was like getting a piece of himself back. And that played with things in his chest that hadn’t stirred in a very long time. Maybe not ever.

  And it was all because of the beautiful woman in his arms.

  Right where he wanted her to stay. “Think you’d be up for dancing?” he asked.

  “Like this?” she asked, her eyes going a little wide as she peered down at the blanket covering her nudity.

  He chuckled. “Not naked, no. Though I don’t dislike the idea, Olivia. Not one bit.”

  Smirking, she nodded. “I’d love to, then.”

  They rose, and she reached for her dress, but Wolf shook his head and pointed to the black cotton beside it. “Wear that.”

  “Y-yes, Sir,” she said, slipping into his dress shirt. It was long enough that it just covered her ass in the back and the soft bareness of her pussy in the front.

  “Just one button, I think,” he said, securing the center one for her. “I meant to put this on you earlier, but then you distracted me with your dirty thoughts.”

  “I think you like my dirty thoughts,” she said, a little shyly.

  “I know I like your dirty thoughts.” He winked, then he stood back and drank in the image of her like that. His shirt and a pair of high heels and the submissive cuff that proclaimed her as unavailable to anyone else but him. Damn. He wouldn’t be forgetting that any time soon. “I love you in dresses, but I have to say, I’m a sucker for you wearing my shirts.”

  “I like it, too,” she said softly.

  “Do you now?” he asked, getting closer.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Those words from your lips make me so hard,” he whispered back. Wolf pressed her palm over his pants against his hard cock.

  She licked her lips and swallowed. “I like this even more.”

  “Jesus,” he bit out, putting her hand in his. “Dance floor. Now.”

  They moved to the center of the large Friday-night crowd and swayed to a slower song, her loose breasts and hips brushing up against him so damn good. Then the music changed to a faster techno song with a grinding beat that was all sex set to music. She rubbed her ass against him. He made her ride his thigh as they swung their hips to the beat. Her shirt gaped open and drew up as she moved, earning them stares and appreciative glances that were setting Wolf’s blood on fire.

  Hers too, judging by the wetness he found when his fingers explored between her thighs.

  Given how aroused he was, dancing with Liv was a beautiful torture. And it made his mind whirl with possible plans. He was going to fuck her tonight. The question was how and when and where.

  He spun her so her back was to his bare chest again, and then he wrapped his arms tight around her front, molding her to him. Keeping them moving, he pressed his mouth to her ear. “I could fuck you right here in the middle of all these people. Just pull my hard cock out and sink deep.”

  “God, yes,” she moaned, her head falling back to his shoulder. “Please, Master Wolf.”

  “I can almost feel it. How tightly your cunt would squeeze my dick, both of us standing up, our hips rolling and grinding. And then when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I’d make you brace your hands against your knees, grab you by the hips, and hammer my cock into you so hard and fast you’d scream my name as all these people watched.”

  “I’m so close already,” she whimpered. “So close, Sir.”

  “Yeah?”

  She gave him a fast nod and pleading eyes.

  He reached out and tapped on the shoulder of the Dom dancing immediately in front of Olivia. Wolf didn’t know the man well, but that didn’t matter. He just wanted an audience. Up close and personal. “Excuse me, but would you and your submissive be willing to watch my submissive orgasm?”

  My submissive. Wolf fucking loved the way that sounded. He hoped she loved it, too. Even more, he hoped she might grow to want that with him.

  The man looked at his little one and nodded. “It would be our pleasure.”

  Olivia moaned and a breath shuddered
out of her.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Wolf said, and then he placed one hand on Olivia’s throat and the other on her cunt, his fingers delving immediately and forcefully deep. “Don’t come until I tell you to. And say thank you when it’s over. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she nearly shouted as her fingers fisted in the sides of his pants.

  He circled and stroked and tipped his middle finger inside her until she was babbling and begging and writhing against him. He didn’t want her to fail, so he knew this couldn’t last long, but he was going to draw it out as long as he could. For her.

  “Don’t come, Olivia. Not yet,” he growled, their scene drawing more eyes as his hand worked her.

  “Please, please, please, Sir,” she whined, her hips rocking and straining.

  He ripped her shirt open, popping the single secured button, and grabbed one breast in a tight hold. “Now. Come now.”

  Her body went taut and she held her breath for long seconds, and then she shuddered from head to toe, a high-pitched moan ripping out of her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, M-Master…”

  Flying high from the sheer intensity of her orgasm—and from how she’d just referred to him as if he were her Dominant and not just a Dominant—Wolf held her as her muscles went slack.

  “Thank you for sharing something so beautiful with us,” the other Dom said, a strain in his voice.

  “Thank you, Sir,” the man’s sub said, her expression aroused, appreciative, envious.

  “So good,” Wolf rasped into Olivia’s ear as he turned her into his chest. Despite the fast music, he swayed them gently, allowing her the time to get her legs back under her.

  Her hands clutched at his shoulders as if he were her anchor. He wanted to be.

  Goddamnit, but every minute he spent with her made that feeling stronger and stronger. Somehow, seven days ago, he’d been stood up and found his forever in one fell swoop.

  * * * *

  Liv could barely stand, barely think, barely breathe. And it was the best she’d felt in her whole life.