by Alice Raine
So I did. Without even hesitating, I advanced towards him. I slid my arms around his middle and buried my face into his collar. Yum. Even at the end of the day he still smelled so good. ‘Hey! This is a nice surprise!’
He pulled his hands from his pockets, wrapped them around me, and tugged me even closer. ‘I missed you. I ended up sorting something for David at the club, so as I was local-ish I decided to drop by and say goodnight.’
Local-ish. The club wasn’t that close to our flat, so the fact that he had popped in anyway made me ridiculously pleased. ‘Come in.’
‘I have a gift for you,’ Oliver announced, picking up a large bag to his right and handing it to me.
‘Wow. Thank you.’ I recognised the name on the bag as a top London shoemaker, and quickly pulled open the long box inside to discover a beautiful pair of black leather knee-high boots nestling inside tissue paper within.
‘To replace the ones you lost,’ he murmured quietly, reminding me that my last pair had ended up being left in Dominic’s dungeon of terror.
Reaching in, I ran my fingers over the leather and it practically melted under my fingers. Woah. These looked, and felt, way more expensive than my old pair. ‘Wow, thank you.’
‘You are most welcome.’ Oliver’s eyes twinkled with something that made me blush as I remembered his fantasy about me in knee-highs against a wall … Hmm. We still needed to make that one a reality.
‘I also got you this …’ he added, pulling out a small black velvet box and popping it open to reveal a new collar. My breath caught as a flash of Dominic ripping my last one from my throat flicked in my mind. Pushing the unwelcome memory away, I reached up to gently touch my replacement, and glanced up to find Oliver watching me carefully.
‘You seemed disappointed by the loss of the last one, but you don’t have to wear it if it triggers any bad memories.’
‘No. I love it.’ The small silver disc had the same engravings on it – Oliver’s initials on one side, and cariño on the other – but instead of a circular silver disk, this one was a delicate heart shape. The collar was a little more intricate than the last one, too, containing not only a leather strip, but what appeared to be a platinum necklace plaited together with the leather. It made it look more like a necklace, as opposed to a collar, and something I could wear on a day-to-day basis.
‘Thank you, Oliver, it’s gorgeous!’ I exclaimed in a hushed whisper, much to Oliver’s apparent pleasure. Winking at me, he clicked the box shut again, popped it in the bag with the boots, and set both of my gifts onto the hall table beside us.
Looking down at the tiny vest top and shorts I was wearing, I grinned. ‘Come through to the lounge. Let me just go and put a few more clothes on.’
Before I’d managed to turn away fully, Oliver caught my wrist and lowered his head beside my ear. ‘I believe you’re braless at the moment, am I correct?’ he murmured in a low tone. Seeing as my nipples were standing to attention in his presence it was a fairly needless question.
‘Mmm-hum.’ I hummed my answer, my voice now paralysed by the sheer intensity of his gaze.
‘Stay that way,’ he instructed me, trailing a finger across the underside of one breast.
I was immensely glad that Sasha had chosen to leave us alone and wasn’t eagerly watching every second of this play out, because knowing my nosey bestie, she totally would be.
Where exactly was he going with this line of conversation? Maybe he was here for a much-needed booty call? Even though he’d slept here every night this week, we hadn’t had sex. We’d snuggled, kissed and touched, but in his head, he’d obviously decided that I was in recovery, and had held himself back from sex. He’d treated me like a fragile ornament, so some sexy time certainly wouldn’t go amiss. Besides, I’d already warmed my bed up, so it wouldn’t exactly be a hardship to be dragged back to it by Oliver.
His fingers retraced their path, brushing briefly along the side of my other breast. It was a fairly innocent touch, but my nipples peaked even further to attention and stuck out as if reaching for him. God, my body was positively shameless where this man was concerned. Oliver chuckled and released me, leaving me breathless and dizzy and cursing how little control I had over myself when I was around him.
‘You can touch me, Oliver. I’m totally fine.’
He smiled and nodded, but made no move to restart his touch, so I decided to try and play him at his own game. Licking my lips, I slid a hand down to play with the waistband of my loose pyjama shorts.
‘I’m knickerless, too,’ I informed him softly, watching with enjoyment as his eyes widened and his gaze turned hungry.
There was a long pause, as if he were fighting with whether or not we should proceed. Then, finally, he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes wickedly.
‘Is that so?’
Oh goodie, it looked like my plan was working.
‘Mmm-hmm.’
Oliver groaned, and shoved his hands deep into his trouser pockets, adjusting himself then giving me a heated look as Sasha swanned back into the room, turned on the television, and threw herself down on the sofa.
Damn it! Ripping my hand from my shorts, I cleared my throat and grinned at Oliver, who was also beaming from ear to ear. ‘It’s late. I know I suggested you stay at your place tonight, but now you’re here, you’re welcome to sleep over again.’ I dragged him to the kitchen end of the room in the hope that some distance from Sasha might help disguise my beaded nipples and Oliver’s tenting hard-on.
‘I’d love to, but I have an early meeting.’ Which I suspected was his way of trying to give me the space in my recovery that I had requested. ‘I’ll have a coffee, though, if you’re offering.’
‘Of course.’ I set about filling the kettle, while Oliver pulled out some mugs, looking at home and comfortable in our flat after his week of staying here.
I made a coffee for Oliver and Sasha, and a decaf tea for myself, and Sasha joined us at the breakfast bar to get her drink. Just as I was about to move towards the table, I felt Oliver trail his hand down my side before lifting the leg of my shorts and dipping inside to stroke my upper thigh.
What on earth was he playing at? He hadn’t touched me sexually all week when we’d had the privacy of my bedroom surrounding us, but now that Sasha was just a few feet away, he wanted to play? Not wanting to draw her attention, I muffled my shocked gasp by pretending to take a sip of my tea, and managed not to flap my hands and try and swat him away.
‘Thanks for the brew,’ Sasha sounded distracted, presumably by the magazine in her hand, or perhaps the game show on the television. She took her coffee back to the sofa, all the while Oliver was exploring inside my shorts, and letting out his own low growl upon discovering my bare bottom.
Cupping my right bum cheek, he gave a squeeze that had me briefly rolling to my tiptoes. ‘You were telling the truth. Well, well, you are being naughty tonight.’
I wanted to say that I wasn’t deliberately being naughty, I had just been getting ready for bed as I had every night this week, but he seemed rather thrilled by my lack of underwear so I kept quiet.
Gripping my mug to try and ground myself, I stood there frozen in shock as Oliver lowered himself to the kitchen stool beside me. He looked me directly in the eye, then made a show of wiping a drip of coffee from his mug, before sucking his finger to clean it. This all seemed a little over the top to me, until a second later when he adjusted his position on the stool and trailed his hand up my leg and into my loose pyjama shorts.
Just as I thought he was only teasing me like usual, the finger that he had licked suddenly zeroed in on my damp channel and began to press inside.
So we’d gone from treating me like glass, to fingering me in public?
My gaze darted to Sasha across the other side of the room. She was still intently focused on her magazine and didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on just meters away, but still, he couldn’t finger me with her right there!
Quite apparently, he could
, and would, because Oliver didn’t stop. With his eyes blazing, he buried the finger deeper within my now soaked channel. The noise of the television covered my gasp, but I rapidly tried to grip Oliver’s wrist to stop him. He placed his coffee down and stopped me with his free hand, then leaned in closer to me. ‘Remember the rules, Robyn. I lead. You said you were fine. Are you really fine? Or shall I stop?’
His fingers paused while he waited for my answer, and I was so desperate for him to treat me like he had before the Dominic stuff, that I nodded. ‘I am fine.’
‘Then we continue but this is my game. You don’t get to lead.’ His warm breath fluttered across my cheek, making me dizzy with the sensations flooding my body, and as he spoke he pressed his finger gently in and out of me again.
‘Oliver…’ My gaze flashed to Sasha again, and back to my man, who was still staring at me with a determined expression on his face. Fuck. I let out a soft, desperate moan, but in response Oliver gave a minute shake of his head to silence me and added his thumb into the action as it started to circle on my clit.
‘Remember the role of a sub. You don’t have to worry about a thing, just follow my lead, understand?’ he whispered hotly against my cheek.
This was wrong on so many levels, but God it felt so right. ‘B … but …’
Oliver raised an eyebrow at my slightly hesitant reply. Upon seeing his chastising look, I felt the inner submissive part of me melt into compliance. ‘Yes, Sir.’
Leaning close to my ear, he brushed his lips over my neck and whispered hotly against my skin. ‘Good girl.’ Normally I had no issues following his lead, but this was a whole other level of kink. My best friend was in the same room as me while my boyfriend was happily fingering me; I could barely think straight. There was one saving grace to this whole crazy situation – the breakfast bar was between us and Sasha, so at least we had some privacy from her.
‘How’s your tea?’ Oliver asked me out of the blue, causing my eyes to shoot to his in confusion. His decision to play with me in the kitchen had well and truly distracted me from my tea and he bloody well knew it.
How he expected me to answer when his finger was knuckle deep inside me I had no idea, but judging from his expectant expression he definitely wanted me to play along with his little game, and that meant I had to find my voice. ‘Fine, thank you.’
His right eyebrow quirked, and with a subtle shift of his position he worked a second finger inside me, deep and high. ‘Just fine?’
It was so much better than fine, it felt flipping incredible, but he was such an utter bastard for doing this to me here. But oh God, it felt soooo good.
Leaning my head closer to his, I gave in and lolled it onto his shoulder. ‘It’s amazing, Sir.’ I added his title in a whispered breath so only we would hear, but he gave me an appreciative nod in response. ‘Best “tea” I’ve ever had,’ I added breathily.
Using our closeness, he nuzzled in by my ear again and placed a kiss on the sensitive skin of my neck. ‘Hmm, that’s a much better description. Now, stay silent and grip the counter, Robyn, because I’m going to make you come.’
Oh jeez-us. I’d wondered if he’d take it this far. Secretly I’d been hoping that he would tease me, maybe take me close to the edge, but then sweep me into his arms and dash off to my room to finish the job with some privacy. But no. Apparently Oliver had no such morals, and this was happening right here and now.
His fingers kept up their perfect strokes, and his thumb continued to deliciously tease my clit, but I honestly think it was the burning intensity in his stare that finally sent me over the edge, because Oliver was looking at me as if I were the only woman on this entire planet, like I was the sole focus of his existence and his very reason for being.
He was looking at me as if he loved me.
The sight of such emotion flowing from his denim blue eyes was enough to break me down, and as I gripped the counter for dear life as my body jerked with release, I kept my eyes locked with his and silently rode out the overwhelming orgasm that swept through my body.
‘So beautiful,’ Oliver murmured. I wasn’t sure if he was referring to me, or the sight of me climaxing for him, but either way didn’t really matter, because he looked just as blissed out as I felt, even though he hadn’t achieved his own release.
He hadn’t said the “love” words that had seemed to be pouring from his expression, but then again, neither had I, and I knew for sure now that I definitely was in love with him. Perhaps that declaration would be better saved for when we were in private somewhere, perhaps before a sweet, romantic interlude, and not here, with Sasha just a few feet away, and my kinky man touching me up regardless of the company.
Pulling in a breath to recover, I released my tight hold on the counter and glanced down at his groin, smiling at the predictably large bulge there. ‘Perhaps you should reconsider staying over?’ I murmured, before lowering my voice even more, and taking a gentle hold of his cock through his trousers. ‘Then I could sort this out for you.’
A hissed breath escaped his lips, and Oliver briefly closed his eyes as if considering my offer. With a small moan, he blinked his eyes open and removed my hand from his crotch. ‘I’d love to, but I really can’t, cariño.’ Glancing at his watch, he frowned and stood from the stool. ‘In fact, I should get going.’
Sasha was still reading in the lounge, so I dragged up every last shred of my self-control and forced my wobbly, post-orgasmic legs to walk with him to the door.
Considering he’d just made me come right there in the same room as Sasha, I would have thought that Oliver had had his fun for the night, but no. He proceeded to press me up against the wall right in her direct line of vision, and kiss the living hell out of me until I was panting and utterly desperate for him to change his mind and stay the night.
‘Are you sure you don’t want to stay?’ I whispered, my voice sounding just as needy as my body felt.
‘You know I’d love to, but you wanted the night alone. You can do this,’ he reassured me, and I knew he was right. As much as I was proving to him that I was fine, I was also proving it to myself.
‘But I’ll see you on Friday and I’ll definitely stay over then.’
Seeing an opportunity to prove Chloe wrong about her earlier concerns over Oliver, I raised my eyebrows expectantly. ‘Or maybe I could stay at yours?’
His reply was immediate, and not what I wanted to hear. ‘That might be problematic,’ he paused, rubbing at his chin as if thinking. ‘I have some decorators in at the moment. My house is a like a building site.’
His apparent attempt at avoidance made panic curl in my stomach for a second, before I swallowed it down. No! I would not let Chloe and her stupid comments wheedle their way into my head and ruin what I had with this incredible man.
Glancing briefly at Sasha, I saw her giving me a “keep going” motion with her hands, so I shrugged and gave him a playful smile. ‘I don’t mind a bit of mess.’ Leaning closer, I placed a hand on his thigh – the one furthest from Sasha so she couldn’t see – then dug my fingernails in and dragged my touch higher towards his groin.
‘We could have some fun christening the rooms inside your house …’ I leaned back and gave him a flirtatious grin, and was thrilled to see that his pupils had dilated with desire as he flicked a look towards Sasha – who was apparently once again fascinated by the magazine in her hands – and back at me.
‘Determined to see my house, aren’t you?’ he asked in a tone that I simply couldn’t decipher, so I just shrugged and nodded.
Just when I thought he was going to try and deter me again, he drew in a breath, and nodded. ‘It’s a deal then. Friday we’ll skip the club and I’ll cook for you at mine.’
Oh! Dinner, too? Well, that was an even better outcome than I had anticipated!
He turned to leave, but suddenly spun on his heel and dragged me into his arms. ‘If you need me tonight just call, OK?’ It seemed as though he was torn between giving in and staying, and
abiding by my request.
I nodded. Then with one more thorough kiss to seal his statement, he was gone.
Turning away from the door with a goofy smile on my face, I found my expression mirrored in Sasha’s face as she jumped up and jigged from foot to foot and clapped. ‘You’re going to his place!’ she exclaimed gleefully.
I knew she’d been listening in, but felt a sizzling blush rush to my cheeks at the realisation that my savvy mate had probably been just as observant of what had gone on between Oliver and me behind the kitchen counter.
Chapter Forty-five
Robyn
As much as I was telling everyone that I was fine and dandy now, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was immensely relieved not to be going to Club Twist when Friday finally came around. Even knowing that Dominic wouldn’t be there, the idea of walking through the front doors gave me goose bumps. I would go back there, eventually, but for tonight I was very happy with the prospect of seeing where Oliver lived.
At six-thirty that night, I found myself on a very fancy street in Holland Park being helped from Oliver’s car by the man himself. Wow. This area was posh. After I’d had a quick glance around and gawked at the beautiful three-storey townhouses that surrounded us, he ushered me towards a midnight blue front door and into a warmly lit hallway.
‘Come on in.’
Now we had some light above us I could properly see Oliver for the first time since he’d picked me up outside my flat half an hour ago. My man looked good … He was dressed in faded blue jeans which were snug in all the right places, a white polo shirt that made his tan even more obvious, and a black blazer. I rarely saw him so dressed down; he was usually fully suited and booted, so I’d named this style his Barcelona look, because he’d worn similar outfits all week over there, often without the jacket, due to the heat.
His hair was damp, presumably from a recent shower, and as we entered his house I noticed that he immediately kicked off his shoes and socks. Hmm. All in all, it was a rather pleasant view to start the weekend off in style.
