by Sofia Tate
10280girl: Too many to count.
GalwayPlayer: They all have red soles, don’t they?
10280girl: Yes, they do, actually.
My hands hover over the keyboard. Another image of Aiden flashes into my head, reverting back to his bedroom when he was taking off my boots.
GalwayPlayer: Something wrong?
I shake my head to dissipate the image.
10280girl: No, it’s nothing. It’s weird you asked that because I just had a conversation with my brother’s friend about this same topic. Funny, right? lol
I stop typing and wait to see if he’s writing back a reply. It’s a good minute before finally I see the bubbles.
GalwayPlayer: Shit. I’m sorry, but my boss just came in. Talk soon. Promise.
A caption pops up onscreen next to his name: GalwayPlayer is no longer online.
I lean back against my pillows. I quickly reread our exchange, my brows furrowing over why he freaked out on me.
Maybe his boss really did come in, so that could be legit.
I shake my head. What’s with the nervous men today?
13
Aiden
Fuck!
I’m a lucky son of a bitch. And a stupid one as well. I can’t believe how close that was. I almost blew my cover by asking about those fucking shoes of hers.
I lean back in the desk chair, running my hands through my hair.
A brisk knock sounds at my bedroom door. “Come in, Pop.”
I glance over to see my father dressed in his pajamas and robe. He sniffs the air. “What is that?”
“Plum orchid,” I mutter under my breath.
“Excuse me?”
I clear my throat. “It’s the scent of the candles from last night.”
He nods. “I see. So while I was losing my pension to Ryan Connelly at Flanagan’s last night, you were entertaining a lady friend?”
I laugh. “God bless you, Pop. ‘Lady friend.’ You’re too old school for your own good.”
“Well, it fits since last time I checked, I was old. So, who was she?”
“Nobody you know,” I reply, praying he stops there with the interrogation.
No such luck.
“So if I don’t know her, then you can tell me the young lady’s name.”
My jaw clenches. “I can’t.”
I watch as he takes a few steps and sits down on my bed. “Look at me, Aiden.”
I turn around in my chair and face my father head-on.
“I wasn’t born yesterday,” he begins. “The mere fact that you won’t tell me who was here last night tells me enough.”
I swallow in my throat, waiting for his admonishment to come. But it never does.
“It’s your life and I’m not going to judge you for it. But you can’t mess with her head. She’s probably going to end up with someone else, someone her parents think is suitable for her, probably that guy who was mentioned in the paper.”
“But she’ll never love him,” I counter.
“That may be, but you need to accept—”
“No, I won’t!” I insist. “It’s all her family’s doing. She’ll never marry him.”
“But has she told you she loves you?”
“No, but—”
He raises his hand to me, palm facing out. “She’s a lovely girl, son. I adore her. And I don’t want to see her get hurt, and for that matter, I don’t want the same for you. Am I clear?”
I purse my lips and nod. “Yes, Pop. I swear, I’ll never do anything to hurt her.”
“And you also need to think about what this would do to your friendship with Sebastian. Having him as your best friend is one thing, but I’m not sure how dating his sister would go over with him.”
I sigh. “Yeah, I know. I need to think about that too.”
My father nods, rising to his feet. He pats me on the shoulder and walks out, his words still echoing in my head.
I was wrong. There is one way I can hurt her, and it’s by not being truthful with her.
I have to tell her about GalwayPlayer. Soon. But until then…
I sit down at my desk and open the bookmark for Prose, the words flowing from my mind as easily as breathing…
“Yes, Sir.”
You look up at me from where you’re kneeling on the floor. And you know it's time to say it. What I want to hear from you more than anything.
“I submit to you, Sir.”
A slight grin appears across my lips, and my eyes instantly grow heated.
“Come to me and lie across my lap, ass facing up.”
I can't wait. I know what I’m going to do to you. My cock immediately hardens and I need to come so badly. But I know it'll only happen when I’m inside you, arousing me even more.
You slowly rise to your feet as I ease back farther on the bed. You climb on and stretch across my thighs, your arms reaching out as far as they can go.
My hands roam over the warm flesh of your backside, stroking you slowly.
“Do you submit to me?” I ask roughly.
“Yes, Sir,” you whisper.
A loud smack echoes throughout the room as my hand lands on one cheek of your buttocks. Your moans echo off the walls.
“Louder,” I command.
“Yes, Sir,” you reply, following my order.
I spank you again, and you moan from the exquisite pain I afforded you.
“More, please, Sir,” you beg.
I tunnel my hand into you, checking your pussy. You can't help but buck and writhe from my touch.
“Oh, God, please, touch me there, Sir.”
“No, not yet, darling. Remember who sets the rules,” I remind you.
“You do, Sir,” you answer promptly.
“Good girl,” I reply, delivering another smack to your ass, then soothing it as I rub my palm over your heated skin.
Without warning, I pull you up and kiss you long and deep. You accept my tongue and suck on it like sweet candy.
I pull away, but my eyes remain focused on yours. “Now, I want you to lie back against the pillows and present yourself to me because I'm going to fuck you.”
You scoot back farther onto the bed, pushing yourself until your back hits the pillows. You lie down and spread your legs open, waiting for my command.
“Give me your wrists,” I tell you.
You offer them to me willingly, presenting them pressed together, not apart. My heart pounds inside my chest, leaping at your subservience, how open and willing you are, how much you trust me.
You smile so sweetly at me. “I want to experience it all. To know what it's like to give up control, to let someone tell me what to do for a change.”
I pull out a silk necktie from the nightstand and begin to bind your wrists. “Wiggle your fingers to make sure the circulation is flowing properly.”
You obey me, all ten digits moving freely.
I reach for the black silk eye mask I left on the nightstand. I look at you one last time. Your emerald eyes are heated, no doubt from the look of power and lust emanating from mine.
I give you one last grin, then adjust the mask over your eyes, pushing your arms over your head.
“Do not move. If you do, I’ll punish you,” I instruct.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
You shiver from the lack of cover over your body. “Don’t worry, baby. You won’t be cold for long,” I reassure you.
I feel your warm breath on my face. “Can you see me?” I ask.
“No, Sir.”
“Are you telling me the truth?”
“Yes, Sir.”
With your vision obscured, I smile contentedly. You are pleasing me so well.
I move down your body, I stop, and then….my mouth and hands are on your right breast—licking, sucking, biting, nipping, kneading. I catch a glimpse of your hands clasping together so you have something to hold on to because the pleasure is so intense for you…so overwhelming.
My tongue licks a trail dow
n your stomach, over your rounded belly…I can hear your breath turning rapid…I can tell you want to come, you need to come…but I won’t allow it…not yet.
I lick circles on your belly, torturing you to see how much you can take.
“Please, baby,” you beg.
“Excuse me?” I ask roughly.
“I’m sorry. Please, Sir,” you correct yourself.
I quickly lift your body and deliver a swift smack on your backside. “Apology accepted. Good girl.”
And then once I lay you back down, I move farther south. I devour your folds, kissing them as if I were kissing your mouth.
You moan. “Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes!”
And then I suck your clit…and you lose your mind, screaming, writhing and squirming despite my arms locked around your thighs, holding you down.
“Please let me come, Sir. Please,” you plead.
Oh no, not yet, my good girl.
I insert a finger into your pussy, and then another. You clamp down hard with your Kegels.
“Come for me now, baby!” I shout above your groans and pleas.
I watch as your body shudders and bucks from the orgasm that won’t stop. I lick your essence with my tongue like a contented feline lapping cream from a bowl.
I sense your body relaxing. I hear you pant to catch your breath. I pull away from your sweet pussy, a wide smirk on my face as I settle myself next to you. I slowly undo the mask from your face. Your head lolls to my side. I grip your chin.
My voice comes out in a growl. “Taste yourself on me, baby. So amazing.”
Your mouth covers mine. I can tell by the need and desire in your eyes that you want to touch me, to wrap your arms around my neck, run your hands through my hair, then hold my head steady so you can kiss me long and deep. But I haven’t given you permission to move your hands from above your head. You will have to wait until I allow you that pleasure, that thrill of holding me close.
Your tongue tangles with mine. Your cream mixed with your warm tongue…pure fucking bliss.
I pull my mouth from yours. I raise myself on my elbows to hover over you.
“Do you want it, baby?” I ask you.
“I want anything you allow me to have, Sir,” you reply.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. More than anything.”
I slide up your body, your heat enveloping me. The tip of my cock trails over your belly, over your chest, finally lying between your breasts. “Taste it, honey. Show me you want it,” I command you.
You lean your head up and stick out your tongue, licking the tip like a lollipop, tasting me in your mouth.
I pull back. “Good girl.”
“Always. I'm always your good girl, Sir.”
So sweet. So submissive.
I lean down to place a quick yet deep kiss on your lips. You smile because you know you’ve pleased me.
I move down your body, pulling you by the hips. You know what's coming next. I'm going to fuck you with my cock. You are so wet from the anticipation.
I settle myself, and then slowly I ease into you. We both gasp from the sensation of being joined together. More than anything, I need to move.
“I'm going to fuck you now, baby,” I declare.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Beg me, baby.”
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
I hear the lust in your voice, arousing me until my cock is engorged. I can’t stop myself. I thrust inside you until the need is so overwhelming that I pick up speed, the friction causing sweat to form on my forehead, my back.
I pummel you as your voice calls out to me, “Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Don’t stop! Fuck me, Sir!”
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, as I pound into you. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room. My grunts and your screams bounce off the walls.
You feel so fucking amazing sheathed around my cock. I'm riding a wave of fucking ecstasy. And then I move and brush against your clit.
You start to scream “Yes!” and “Right there!” over and over. Your inner muscles tighten around me like a vise, and then you come loudly, screaming in release.
Your sweet pussy milks my cock, and then, with the exquisite release, my entire body shudders, collapsing on top of you.
We both pant for fresh oxygen. You stretch your arms to get the circulation going. I look into your shining eyes, so alive, so vibrant, and you bring your arms around me, holding me.
You lean into me and whisper in my ear, “Thank you, Sir.”
I brush the pads of my fingers against your delicate cheek. “That’s my good girl.”
14
Bea
“Ladies, I asked you all here to thank you for your hard work on this year’s benefit. We managed to raise…”
I chew thoughtlessly on another breadstick as Penelope Covington drones on about the success of the benefit. Sitting in her sumptuous dining room, I look around at the other committee members whose eyes are fixed on the woman, as if she were sent down by God Himself to preach the gospel to a flock of unwashed heathens. In this case, that’s not too far off the mark except all the women at this table are coiffed, groomed, and dressed by the finest salons and boutiques on Madison Avenue.
The table begins to vibrate under me. I look down at my phone sitting next to my right arm.
The screen reveals a text from Aiden.
Sext me. Now.
My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
Surely he can’t mean….
I gracefully reach for my cell, flashing a fake smile and mouthing “Sorry” to everyone. Marisol raises her brows at me in curiosity. I shake my head at her, mouthing “It’s Seb” in return.
Where are you? I ask.
It’s no concern of yours. Do as I said.
I can’t. In the middle of a ladies’ lunch. Later.
I place my phone back on the table, but he texts back just as quickly. Does he not understand the definition of “later”?
Would those ladies be fascinated to know how loudly you scream when you come? How deep and hard the Park Avenue Princess likes to be fucked?
Damn him.
I rub my thighs together, inhaling deeply at the mere thought of what he did to me.
You’re wet right now, aren’t you?
How does he know?
Yes.
Good girl. Go to the restroom. Now.
I slowly push my chair back and grab my clutch, waving the phone in my hand to indicate that I have a pressing matter, unbeknownst to them it being that my thong is soaked and that I’m about to do something shocking in Penelope Covington’s perfectly appointed guest bathroom high above Fifth Avenue. I don’t even dare to look at Marisol because she’ll just want to know more, and I want to do this before I think it through and propriety wins out over desire and spontaneity.
My stilettos click under me as I make my way down the marbled hallway, quickly locking myself inside the bathroom that smells like roses.
I place my purse on the counter and text Aiden.
I’m here.
Tell me what you’re wearing.
A cream wool knit dress.
Perfect. I want you to remove your panties and touch yourself.
My core clenches at his request.
Okay.
And I want you to take a picture of yourself doing it and send it to me.
What the…
Has he lost his damn mind?
I can’t do that.
Do you trust me, Buzzy?
I sigh in frustration. He knows the answer as well as I do.
Of course.
Then do as I ask.
Fine, I reply, feigning annoyance but grinning mischievously to myself.
I place my phone next to my clutch, then using the wall for support, I take off my thong. I pick the phone up and send him a picture of it dangling from my index finger.
A second later…Keep going.
Patience.
I don
’t like being kept waiting.
I roll my eyes. Incorrigible man.
Swiping on my camera app, I focus it on me. Holding the phone in my left hand, I insert my index finger into my pussy and capture it.
I message him the photo. Happy now?
No, not at all. Now I want you to finger-fuck yourself and text me the audio of when you come.
I almost drop the phone on the floor.
He’s got to be joking. I’m in Penelope Covington’s guest bathroom, one of the last society matriarchs of Manhattan, and he wants me to literally fuck myself for his pleasure?
I can’t.
Why not?
Because…what if I get caught?
You can do this, Buzzy. And what’s more, I know deep down this excites you. Doing something so sexy and forbidden. You’re more than the perfect Park Avenue Princess. You are a woman who wants to explore her sexuality. Who wants to be brought to life. And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see you do that.
Shivers run up and down my arms. How does he know me so well?
Yes, I can do this.
That’s my Buzzy.
I turn on the sink to let the water run to hide the sounds I’m about to make. Clicking on the app for voice memos, I lay my head back on the wall, now inserting two fingers. I start to massage my folds, imagining Aiden, his lush mouth clamped over mine, the smell of him, the weight of his hard body on top of me.
I begin to moan at a low volume. I push the palm of my hand down hard onto my mound to increase the pressure. Rubbing my clit with the pad of my thumb, I start thrusting my fingers in and out, the memory of Aiden’s cock doing the same to me until I came so hard, screaming his name, my heart pounding, stars bursting behind my eyelids...
I gasp Aiden’s name as release comes over me, my fingers soaked with my essence.
I’m soaring from the excitement, the adrenaline rushing through me. I can’t stop smiling to myself.
Panting for breath, I end the voice memo. I put down the phone to wash my hands and get back into my thong.
I text the audio to Aiden. I need to see you. Tomorrow night. Ritz-Carlton. Battery Park City. 8 PM.
I’ll be there, Buzzy.
I check my face in the mirror and reapply a fresh coat of lip gloss. With my head held high, I walk back to the dining room, all eyes focusing on me.
