“You know your girlfriend followed me,” I inform.
“When?” he asks calmly.
“Just when I left the ballroom,” I explain.
“What did she say?” he questions with strain in his voice.
I step into his body, taking him in as much as I can. “She said that she doesn’t like to share,” I begin. “And, I said too bad because I do and we’d all could have a lot of fun.”
“Emma?” Joe pleas, clearly not liking my joke.
“She gave me a warning to stay away,” I admit calmly.
“I hope she didn’t scare you,” he states nervously.
“No,” I reply, confident on how things stand between us.
“Good,” he says, cupping my face. I catch a flicker of light in his eye that is closest to the candles, but I can’t really see his expression. I lean in to kiss him, but his lips lift and catch my forehead.
Joe takes my hand and leads me to the table where the candles are with two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne. He offers me the first glass he pours and I gladly take it. Lifting it to my lips, I chug it in three gulps.
“Sorry,” I apologizes, wiping my lips from the excess moisture.
Joe doesn’t say anything, but he chugs his glass too. Then, he pours us each a fresh glass and leads me to a window. He sits down on the large wind sill with his back propped against the left side. He takes the glass from my hand, placing it next to his.
“What are the candles for?” I check.
“To help with the view,” he replies.
“What view?” I inquire.
“It’s the best from this window,” he comments, leading me closer.
I follow his gaze out the window and see a large, glowing orb in the distance. There’s a direct line from where we are that cuts through gaps of other buildings that allow us to see the New Year’s ball.
“And,” he begins. “I wanted it to be romantic.”
Our eyes meet and my hand lifts to his cheek. One of Joe’s hands lift to hold mine in place as he turns his face into it, kissing my palm. I lean in, needing to taste his lips on mine. Right as I’m about an inch away, Joe turns. My head snaps back and my eyes begin to water. Why is he giving me mixed signals?
A roaring sound comes up from under our feet while another one comes through the window. The cheering erupts more loudly as piercing horns cry into the night.
“Happy New Year, beautiful,” Joe wishes.
“Happy New Year, Joe,” I return, fighting back tears.
Joe holds my face as he slowly pushes his lips to mine. As if nothing else matters, Joe kisses me like there’s no tomorrow and only today, right now, sharing everything with his embrace — every emotion, every desire — all of them — all of him.
One Hundred Five
“You think you’re slick,” Joe states as soon as I answer the phone.
“What?” I ask, not understanding him. “And, Hello to you too.”
“Anna found the keys in my jacket this morning . . . with your note,” Joe mentions.
“What?!” I muse. “How did they get there?”
“So, that’s how you want to do this?” he checks.
“Do what?” I feign.
Laughing, Joe says, “Okay, beautiful. Have it your way.”
“I always do with you,” I tease.
Joe grunts into the phone at my blatant sexual comment. “I’ll spank you for that.”
“Promise?” I goad.
“Yes,” he confirms.
“I’ve got to go,” I announce. “Nathan’s waiting for me.”
“See you soon, beautiful,” he bids.
“I look forward to my punishment,” I share.
“As do I,” he returns playfully.
“I’m counting the minutes,” I say.
“Me too,” he replies.
My finger presses the end button before we give our official farewell, wanting to increase the level of pleasurable punishment that is to come later tonight.
It’s the second day after the New Year and my friends and I just finished moving all of our stuff into the hotel where we’ll be staying for the rest of our time in New York. Nathan and I got access to the room that has been allotted to him for the duration of the show all thanks to Mrs. Silkworth’s influence. Denise flew in this morning with all of Nathan’s garments for the show and the three of us are busy getting organized in the room while Nathan messes with the order that they will be appearing down the runway — I think this is the twentieth arrangement.
As I’m leaving Nathan and Denise, I text Joe that I’m on my way back to the hotel.
“Hey, beautiful,” Joe greets when I open the door for him.
“Hey,” I return, happy to see him again. My hand reaches forward and tugs him in by his jacket collar.
I step into him once the door is closed, excited to be with him. As my lips brush his, Joe pulls back, traps my wrists above my head and pins me to the wall. My mouth reaches for his, but he denies me a taste.
“You’re in trouble,” Joe reminds.
“Please,” I whimper, desperate for more of his touch.
“You’ll have to do better than that,” he instructs, taking off his jacket one arm at a time and keeping me restrained.
Suddenly, Joe hoists me over his shoulder and smacks my rear with one great, tantalizing blow. He delivers another one before dropping me to the bed. I scurry to get free so I can touch him, but he’s faster than I anticipate.
“We can do this the easy way,” he says, securing my arms above my head. His mouth takes mine with force as his groin presses into my sex. “Or, we can do this the hard way.” Joe pulls back to watch my response.
“Whichever pleases you,” I pant.
“Do we need condoms?” he checks.
Biting my lip, I shake my head.
Joe shifts, kissing my belly as he unfastens the button on my pants. He yanks each of my boots off followed by my pants. He shrugs out of his shirt before crawling back over my body. As he kisses my mouth and neck, Joe frantically curls my top up and over my head, leaving me wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
He rolls me over onto my belly and directs my hands to reach forward. “Don’t move them,” he instructs, curling my fingers over the edge of the mattress.
“Yes,” I agree. My face buries into the pillow below me, letting out a moan when my left ass cheek stings from his hand.
Joe’s fingers tickle my burning skin just before another blow is administered to my other cheek. “Good girl,” he praises when I remain still.
Joe spanks me several more times, soothing each area with his fingers or lips afterward. Then, he lowers my panties and completely removes them. He spreads my legs wide, trailing several of his fingers along the seam of my lips, spreading the moisture that has been collecting between them. Joe moans satisfaction as I hear him suck his fingers. He lowers his tongue and begins to eat my pussy.
“Knees up,” he says, directing my legs under my belly to prop my hips up off the bed.
Joe’s tongue swirls over my clitoris, and from the way his mouth surrounds my sex and how his hands rest on my ass, I can tell that he’s laying on his back, making it so I’m quite literally sitting on his face. Each time my hips sway, Joe spanks me and removes his tongue.
“Do you want to cum?” he deviously explores, denying me climax for the second time.
“Yes,” I groan.
“I don’t believe you,” he states, teasing me with his fingers by tracing the rim of my hole.
“Yes,” I pant more loudly. My fingers dig into the mattress.
“You sure?” he asks, pushing several of his fingers into me.
“Y . . . yes,” I whimper as my back arches.
Joe shifts on the bed and I can no longer feel his touch. My head turns to find him, but he commands that I look forward.
“Please,” I beg. “Please.”
“Please what?” he goads.
“Please . . . I want to cum,” I request.
“You better cum all over my face,” he declares. His mouth returns to my sex.
“Yes,” I pant, feeling it getting closer.
My body shakes as the orgasm explodes inside of me.
Before I’ve finished recovering, Joe flips me over and lowers onto me. His mouth takes mine, sharing the leftovers of his feast. My hands reach up to his neck, but he directs them back down to the bed, locking them above my head.
“Please,” I whine.
Joe ignores me by locking his lips to mine. He steadies his cock at my rim, poking in slightly and then pulls it out several times before thrusting all the way inside. My legs curl up, squeezing my thighs against his waist just below his bottom ribs. Joe’s right hand grabs my ass, spanking it two times as he pumps into me. He continues to keep my arms confined to the bed below me as he repeatedly pulses. His pace quickens when my moaning announces the oncoming of another orgasm.
“Fuuuuuck, Emma,” Joe groans, unable to hold back from his own release. His body shakes until he’s able to catch his breath. “I need a minute,” he shares.
I nod, needing the same.
Joe holds onto me tightly for several minutes. His mouth journeys down my chest and over my stomach and slurps up the mixture between my legs. He gladly shares the remnants with me when he crawls back up. Our desires reignite quickly and Joe slides back inside me. His hips rock at a slower pace, but my body doesn’t mind. Joe conducts his next song, with our bodies as the instruments, leading to the first crescendo rather easily.
“Bunny style,” I request, gulping for air.
Joe kisses me two more times and then shifts to allow me to move. I place myself so that my ass is in the air, but my shoulders and face are down against the bed. Joe slips inside confidently and without any hesitation. As he curls into my back, my hand reaches up, directing his fingers to grip my hair. The sensation of him pulling hard enough to force my head back a little increases my arousal. His cock stiffens more inside me, penetrating my mounds in all of the right places for my release to arrive with a thunderous moan. His pace quickens and it doesn’t take long for another orgasm to flood my sex. Joe’s body gently falls over mine as he pants from his own climax.
We snuggle in the bed for a long time with Sadie joining us not long after.
The next couple of days, Joe and I partake in our little key game — he sends a note with them to me and I return them with my own little note. Most of the time, there’s an underlining dirty message to the notes, especially mine.
The past several nights Joe has joined me at the hotel, leaving early in the morning to not be noticed. He thinks he’s slick, hiding his keys in random places throughout the room. After the second time, I pretended to be sleeping or busy in the bathroom while I secretly watched to see where he put them. This morning after her leaves, I have trouble finding them, not sure if he didn’t bother or if he’s really hidden them that well this time.
That evening, as Joe carries me off to bed, he kneels in front of me differently than when he’s ready to take off my bottoms and plant his face between my legs. Aside from his body posture being different, his facial expression is too. I’m not sure what to make of it.
“Emma,” Joe sweetly calls, moving closer and still on one knee.
“Yeah?” I reply nervously.
“I’ve enjoyed our game,” he begins, taking my left hand with one of his. He places a small, white box that is tied with a red ribbon in it. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you didn’t freak out the second time.” He pauses like he’s studying my face or searching for the right words to say. “Even if you aren’t ready, I understand . . .” he says, untying the ribbon and removes the lid. “You don’t have to use them . . . .”
“Okay,” my mouth mutters.
“I just want you to have them . . . just in case you change your mind,” he continues, not hearing me.
“Okay,” I repeat a little more clearly.
A smile beams onto his face. “Really?”
I nod. My fingers reach in and remove the keys from the box, holding them close to my chest.
Joe reaches his lips forward and I’m happy to offer mine. After several ardent embraces, I get up from the bed and leave the bedroom.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
I don’t reply, disappearing into the living room area of the suite. Grabbing my purse, my heart relaxes when I don’t see him following me. I crawl across the bed on my knees with his keys in one hand and my bag in the other. My legs criss-cross and I place the bag next to me. Reaching in, I feel to find my keychain. Pulling it out, I hand both sets of keys to Joe. He studies me for a moment, not sure.
“Put them on,” I direct sweetly.
With a boyish grin, Joe adds his keys. He gently places them back into my purse and places the bag on the nightstand. When his face turns to look at me again, I see his eyes watering. My hand reaches up to brush away the one tear that is pooling at the corner of his eye. Joe captures my hand, kissing my palm several times. He slides closer to me, reaching his lips to mine and I gladly allow the connection.
We fall to the bed, entwining our bodies together, eventually finding our way under the covers once our clothes are removed. Both naked and exposed, we stay holding each other for the rest of the night with Sadie draped over our legs.
One Hundred Six
Every night since I agreed to keep Joe’s keys, I feel like there’s more understanding, more stability, more of many things between the two of us. When I find myself missing him during the day, I reach into my purse and run my fingers along the jagged edges, knowing that I’ll be seeing him later in that night.
With two days left before Nathan’s first official runway show, I spend the majority of the day assisting Nathan and contact Joe on my way back to the hotel. “On my way,” I write.
“Great. Already here. You hungry?” Joe texts back.
“Where there?” I check.
“Your room,” he shares.
“How did you get in?” I question.
Joe sends back a winking emoticon.
“Naughty,” I write back.
“Enough to be spanked?” he texts.
“And get you close but not letting your cum, yes,” I return.
“Beautiful,” he writes.
“Begging through a text won’t work,” I inform.
“I’ll see if room service has fuzzy handcuffs,” he sends.
“Joseph,” I scold through words.
“Got ya,” he returns.
“Not helping your case to cum tonight,” I reply.
“Miss you,” he coaxes.
“A little late to kiss ass,” I answer.
“Hungry? Yes or no?” he changes the subject.
“Sure,” I answer.
“What are you in the mood for?” he checks.
“You,” I reply with a winking emoticon.
“I meant for food,” Joe responds.
“Surprise me,” I suggest.
When I step into the suite, I find a practically naked Joe, wearing only his boxer briefs. He assists me with my jacket and boots in the foyer. Joe greets Sadie as well before showing me the room service he ordered. He gestures for me to sit on his lap while he feeds us both some strawberries at the table in the main area. Eager for a different type of dessert, I turn my appetite onto Joe. Shifting in his lap more, I take my scarf from around my neck and begin to confine one of his wrists, tossing it under the chair and tie his other hand firmly.
“I like where you’re going with this,” Joe comments with a chuckle, leaning in for a kiss.
My mouth quickly goes to his as my legs straddl
e him. Our tongues fervently dance together for several beats until I peel away from him slowly. Joe growls his disapproval as I move away. Standing just a few inches from him, I creep my top up little by little until it’s off. Moving to my purse, I turn on some music from one of my playlists as I shimmy out of my jeans, leaving me wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Supporting my upper body with my hands on the arms of the chair, I lean in and kiss Joe several times, bouncing my lips and tongue to his neck and nipples before returning them to his mouth. My body spins, placing my back to him and I slowly lower my rear down, brushing over his groin as I dance to the music.
“God, your sexy,” Joe breathes out. He reaches for my body with his mouth several times — sometimes I let him get a taste.
Returning to my feet, I undo my bra while facing away from Joe, teasing him as my right arm extends out to the side and drops the garment on the floor. Next, I bend forward as I gradually lower my panties.
Joe lets out a guttural noise the moment my underwear reveals my sex. “Fuck, beautiful,” Joe exhales.
I sashay toward him, taking my time as I barely touch his body.
“Please,” Joe begs.
“What?” I feign, caressing my fingers along his arm as I move behind him. My hands brush down his shoulders and over his chest before pinching his nipples. My tongue tickles his earlobe before my teeth nip at it.
“Please,” he repeats. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet,” I tease, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back for me to kiss him.
Joe groans when I release him.
“You like that?” I play.
“Yes,” he confirms with a grunt.
“Where should I touch you next?” I inquire, removing my hands from his body.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me,” he announces.
I move to kneel in front of him, trailing my finger nails down his torso and then curl them into the edge of his underwear. Joe lifts each hip, assisting with the removal of his boxer briefs until they’re past his knees and gather at his ankles. With one hand, I hold Joe’s cock firmly in place as my tongue swipes upward from his balls all the way to the tip of his shaft. Joe lefts out a carnal moan that sends shivers down my spine.
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