Heart of Glass (Heart #1)

by Lolah Lace

  “Kelby, the client texted. He wants you downstairs sitting on the ivory loveseat at the bottom of the stairs.”

  “Okay, like is he coming now?”

  “Yes, he’s close and there’s one more thing.”

  “What?” I swung around to give Joel my undivided attention.

  My eyes followed him when he walked over to the dresser and put his hand on a piece of black fabric.

  “He wants you to wear a blindfold.”

  “Why?”

  “I told you he’s private. He doesn’t want you to see him.”

  “The whole weekend?”

  “No, just initially. I’m sure it’s just for a short time.”

  “A blindfold. Fuck, that means he’s a monster. He must look like a beast.”

  “He’s not a monster. He’s not a beast.”

  “Well, that’s ass-backward.”

  “Hun, this is his show.”

  “Did you know this in advance?”

  “I didn’t but I saw the blindfold when I walked in the room. So I sort of guessed it.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “I didn’t know for sure. Why spook you for no reason?”

  “This is fucked up.”

  “This is part of the fantasy. Can I get fun adventurous Kelby back?”

  I sighed and placed both of my hands on my hips. “I’m not trying to be difficult. I know looks aren’t everything but this is unusual.”

  “No sweetie, blindfolds are normal in certain situations. Open your mind to new things. Open your wallet to the money he’s will direct deposit into your account.”

  There it is again, the money. “Please don’t mention the money.” I’ve never had any money so none of this really makes the difference to me.

  “Kelby, stop overthinking sex.”

  “Fine. I’ll wear the stupid blindfold.”

  “Good girl. Just obey his commands. Follow his lead. No one will see or know what you do or what he does to you. Monday it’s all over. You never have to see him again. This is easy. You can do this.”

  “Fine. I said fine.” I was practically yelling at Joel. “Tell me what does he look like? Does he look better than you?”

  “Stop stalling. He is a very good looking man and he looks nothing like me but just as handsome.”

  “I don’t believe you,” I said it but so far Joel hadn’t lied to me.

  “Stop pouting. You look like a princess so act like a princess.”

  I rolled my eyes although the compliment made me smile inside. “I forgot the condoms.”

  “Clients bring the condoms for security reasons. They buy them. That way they know that no one has poked a hole in them.”

  “Oh.” Who would do that? “Blindfold me. Let’s get this over with.”

  Joel gave me a goofy grin. “Maybe you should walk down the stairs first before I put the blindfold on you.”

  “Ugh, right whatever.”

  “Your makeup is bomb. Your body is bomb. Your ass is amazing in that dress.” He raised his hand to me. “Let’s go.”

  I took his hand and he led me out of the guest bedroom. My heels hit the floor as Joel guided me through the hall and down the stairs. It would be much easier walking up the stairs than walking down. He steered me to the small sofa at the bottom of the stairs. A wave of nerves hit me and my legs wobbled as I lowered my butt down on the cushioned sofa.

  I thought that Joel would forget about the blindfold but he didn’t. He retrieved it from his back pocket. And bent down on one knee.

  “You ready to get this party started?”

  My eyes answered for me but who knows what they said.

  Joel gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. He put the blindfold over my eyes and reached around to tie it in the back.

  “Kelby, call me tomorrow.”

  “I will. If he doesn’t kill me.”

  “That’s not really funny. On Monday, when he’s done with you, I will personally come and pick you up. It doesn’t matter when. My calendar is free for you until you are safe and sound back in your shitty apartment.”

  “Please don’t say that about my place.” My stomach was jumping all over the place.

  “I’m sorry hun.” I heard his voice coming from above me. “Just breathe.”

  “How do you do that?”

  “Have fun. I’m leaving you now. Sit here and wait for the client.”

  “Okay, how long?”

  “Not long. I’m out.”

  CHAPTER 9

  I heard the door open and close. Joel had left me in the house. I even heard his Porsche drive away. With the blindfold, my other senses were heightened. In utter silence, I sat on the leather sofa at the bottom of the stairs. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat. Frightened was an understatement. I was petri-fucking-fied. My clammy hands were placed flat on my lap. Was I really going through with this? The answer was yes.

  I was pretty good at estimating time. I had been sitting for about six minutes when I heard his footsteps. They weren’t Joel’s. The patter had a loftier rhythm. The steps were heavier, steadier and somewhat musical.

  “Don’t move.” His voice was deep. He seemed older but I knew he was older than me. “Did you hear me?”

  I swallowed air. My throat was bone dry. “Yes.” My voice shook and my knees bumped together.

  “You can speak when spoken to. I expect responses.” His voice seemed familiar to me.

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t move.”

  “Okay.” I could barely hear my own voice.

  I listened as he strolled closer toward me. He was nearby. I could feel his presence. The aroma of his cologne accosted me. He smelled expensive, leathery, cool and frosty.

  “Raise your hands up in the air.” He ordered and my first thought was – and wave them like you just don’t care. My fear had turned into comic relief. Kevin Hart would be proud.

  This man’s voice made my body shudder. I slowly raised my hands off my lap. He took one of my hands. “Stand.” He pulled me to standing. He was holding my wrist. He took both of them with one of his hands. His hands were big enough to hold both of my wrists. Impressive or scary? I was still trying to figure it out.

  “Sit.” I slowly lowered my butt back down while he was holding both of my wrists in mid-air.

  “What’s— your— name?” He drew the question out.

  “Kelby.” He knew my name. Why did he ask? Was I supposed to give him my last name too? I’m sure he knows that too.

  “You can call me Mr. T.”

  Was he for real? Did the T stand for something? It didn’t really matter I was just going to play along with the foolishness. Why was he holding my arms up like this?

  “Before we get started I want to ask you a few questions. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Mr. T.” Really? I’m not a damn dummy. I understand.

  “First Kelby, do you have any questions for me?”

  “Can I ask questions?”

  “Yes, you can. I cannot guarantee I will answer them. But go ahead, ask away.”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Whatever I want. I paid for your time, your body, and your complete compliance.” His tone was harsh and his words were rude. I felt stupid for asking the question. I’m sure his intentions were to make me feel dumb. I was new to this. I wasn’t a prostitute so I didn’t know what I was supposed to say or do.

  I decided I was going to check out. I had sex with assholes before. I didn’t know they were assholes at the time but true enough they were assholes.

  I was scared shitless. I wished I could see him, see his face. Maybe it was better with the blindfold. There had to be a reason he didn’t want me to see his face. Maybe a huge facial scar?

  “Is this your first time?”

  Why was he asking questions he already knew the answer to?

  “Yes, Mr. T. This is my first time doing something like this. Is that what you mean?” My voice came out robot
ic.

  “Yes, I know you’re not a virgin.”

  “I’m not.” Thank God. This is too much for a first time experience.

  “Have you ever been tied up?”

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’ve only been in relationships.”

  “Relationships without restraints?”

  “Yes, no, no restraints.”

  “So I’ll be the first man to restrain you.”

  “Uh—”

  I felt him lowered my arms. He must’ve knelt because I felt his chest against my knees. He placed both of my hands behind my back and placed my wrists together.

  “What are you doing?” My knees dumped together and pressed further into his chest.

  “Tying your wrists together.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t want you to remove the blindfold.”

  “You can just say— don’t remove the blindfold.”

  “I don’t trust you yet.”

  “Well, you can— trust me.”

  “But I don’t.” He wrapped the rope or fabric or whatever around both my wrists. “Stop shaking.”

  “I can’t. I’m nervous.”

  “Why? I’m going to fuck you not kill you.”

  I felt the pull, the tightness. He was done. He had bound my wrists. I was restrained. How come I didn’t do anything about it?

  “Do you like having sex?” His voice trailed above me.

  “I— ah— I guess so.” Shit, I was probably supposed to say yes Mr. T.

  “What’s your favorite sexual position?”

  “I don’t have one.”

  “Why not?”

  “I never thought about it.”

  “Did Joel tell you I like it rough?”

  “No, he didn’t say that.” Sure he said some random things and some rules but I hoped it was all just bullshit.

  “I like to do things. Nothing that would permanently scar you but I like to do— things. Do you have any more questions before we begin?”

  Sex is happening now? “It’s not a question. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to act. If you could tell me how to be then I could be that way. Like, you know, act like I’m supposed to act.”

  “Kelby, how about you just be yourself. You can say whatever you want to say. You can ask me anything that comes to your mind. Don’t hold back. I want you to be you. You can talk as long as you’re able.”

  “Able?”

  “I may stick something in your mouth from time to time.”

  I let out a laugh that wasn’t meant to be heard out loud.

  “Did I say something funny?”

  “No sir, Mr. T.” Sarcasm flowed from my lips. Either I was in a sitcom or a bootleg porno.

  “Kelby, you’re cute. You would be so much cuter with my cum all over your face.”

  Huh? Okay, deep breaths.

  “Thank you.” I decided to address the compliment and ignore the cum filled face comment.

  “You will thank me. I’m going to take you through a host of emotions. If you just hang in there I will make you love me.”

  Love? Not in this lifetime.

  “Kelby, I can see your lips twist. Speak your mind.”

  “Why would you want me to love you?”

  “I don’t know. I just do. You just will. I’m going to give you special attention.” His tone was so matter of fact. He was so sure of himself. This made me question his looks. Let’s test this theory. Let me ask him a question about his appearance.

  “Mr. T.”

  “Yes, pretty girl.”

  “How tall are you?” I felt his domineering presence. He was close to me. “Follow my voice.” I tilted my head up to where his voice was coming from. I wished I could see him. “Do you feel like my voice is high above you?”

  My heart was jumping all over the place. “I’m sitting. I can’t tell.” I exhaled for no reason I could think of. Maybe just because it felt like the right thing to do.

  “How many inches are your heels?”

  “Four inches.”

  “Stand.” He commanded in a voice to could swear I’ve heard before.

  With my hands comfortably tied behind my back, I braced myself to move to standing. I felt his hands grip my forearms. He was squeezing me and helping me to my feet. Don’t stumble.

  “Thank you.” I wanted to be nice to him. Not because of the money but because I really didn’t want him to hurt me. Maybe if I were nice to him, he would be nice to me. Now I was quoting Joel.

  “Kelby.” My face tilted toward the vibrations in his tone. “How tall are you?”

  “Five-five and a half.”

  “With these heels, you’re five-ten and a half.”

  “Yes.” He can add numbers. Yippee!

  I felt his hands leave my arms. He snaked one hand around my neck and rested it there. My entire body quivered. I didn’t know he would do that. “Sorry.” Why did I apologize for a random body spasm?

  “It’s cool.” He lifted my chin. He was tall. His voice was coming from above me. “Guess my height?”

  “Six feet.”

  “I’m six-two.”

  God, his voice was sexy. I don’t think I want to ruin it by seeing his face. “That’s impressive.” I was trying to be okay with this. Humor probably wasn’t the way to do it. Flattery would probably go over better.

  His hand drifted from my neck to my collarbone. Then he was holding my chin and his finger raked over my bottom lip. “Your lips are so sexy.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Can I kiss you?”

  He’s asking for a kiss. He paid for steak and shake. I don’t know what to do? I don’t know what to say. “Sure.”

  “Do you need wine to calm you? You’re trembling.”

  “I don’t know. Yes, no. Do you want me to drink?”

  His lips were on mine without warning. One of his hands discovered my neck and the other hand slid to my waist. His tongue was in my mouth and roaming all around.

  Oh, my. He was a good kisser, great actually and I couldn’t help but to allow this intrusion and participate in the impassioned kiss. He pulled me close and pressed his firm body into mine. He had muscles, lots of them. My breasts were pressed into them. His chest, they were like bricks against me. His fingers were dipped into the small of my back, such an intimate place.

  I felt weak and fragile. I felt like cracked glass that was on the verge of shattering. My heart was beating fast but I wasn’t in heart attack mode. I hated that I was turned on. Fuck!

  He pulled his lips and his body away from me. Why? “Have you warmed up to me yet?”

  “Lukewarm.” Fuck! Kelby! Stop trying to be funny.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “I don’t want to fall.”

  “I can just knock you down.”

  What?

  His hand pushed me hard in the center of my chest. I went stumbling backward. I landed hard with my butt on the sofa.

  Why did he do that? “Why did you do that?”

  “Because I could. I have a lot of pent up anger and aggression.”

  “You take it out on women?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “There’s this thing called the gym. Most guys work it out at the gym.”

  “I’m not most guys.” No, you’re a rich asshole that just scared the shit out of me. “Kelby, you have nothing to add, nothing funny to say?”

  “I don’t know you. I don’t know what that was but you could just be nice to me.”

  “That’s no fun.”

  “You know I’m not an— escort.”

  “You are my own personal slut for four days and three nights.”

  “I can leave.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “It’s the truth.”

  “Leave, you can’t even see the door.”

  “No, I can’t because you made me wear this stupid blindfold.”

  “The blindfold is for your protection.”
/>   “I signed a non-disclosure agreement so this blindfold is just— dumb.”

  “I have to fuck you with the blindfold first.”

  “If you don’t want me to see your face, you must be a toad.” Why did I say that?

  He chuckled. “I’m quite handsome.”

  “Yeah, whatever. Let me see for myself.”

  “If you give me something. I will let you see my face.”

  “Like what?”

  “If you suck my cock I will let you see my face.”

  “Fine.” I’m sure I shocked him and myself with my quick response. Head isn’t that hard. At least not for me. I have small teeth and huge lips. I had already prepared my mind for this.

  “As much as I want that to happen, I’m a pleasure delayer.”

  “Really?”

  “You look sexy in that dress. I don’t know if I should stare at you, kiss you, hold you, fuck you or bury my face in your pussy.”

  “I pick— stare at me from a safe distance.”

  “I didn’t anticipate your sassy little mouth.”

  “I didn’t anticipate the blindfold, the hand restraints and the push in the chest.”

  “You’re pissed because I pushed you. I’ll make it up to you. I think we should go upstairs. What do you think?”

  “I think I want a drink.”

  “Red or white.”

  “White.”

  “Stand.”

  “I need help.” I did need help with my balance. I felt him grab my forearms and effortlessly lift me to my feet. Before I could get my bearings I was lifted off my feet and thrown over his shoulder.

  Blindfold, check.

  Hands tied, check.

  Tight ass bandage dress, double check.

  I felt the air surge up my ass when my dress rose up my thighs.

  “What the fuck?”

  He spun me in two complete circles just to be an asshole I’m sure. The blood had already rushed to my head from being tossed upside down. His arm was over my legs. I wanted to fight but I knew better. If he dropped me I would break a bone. Break my neck and probably bust my ass.

  My breasts were spilling out the dress. I knew I had to look terrible.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “Upstairs.”

  “I can walk.”

  “Really, in four inch heels, blind and without the use of your hands.”