by K. M. Scott
I busied myself with work, all the while distracted by the plans I had for her when we were together in that room again. While the silent act may have been entertaining for a night, I wanted her to know who was seducing her. Tonight I’d let her hear my voice, and if we had any future together, I’d know by her reaction when I said those first words.
The sound of the club outside my door made hearing much of anything difficult, but I felt the vibration of her door close just before midnight and knew the time had come. Opening my office door, I watched her head into the crowd and gave her a few minutes to climb the stairs and find the room. By quarter after, I figured she was ready and ascended the stairs to join her.
Like the week before, groups of people filled the hallway leading to the room she waited in, platinum members I recognized immediately as what I liked to call the fringe of that level. Clients since our early days at the club, they saw Club X as a refuge for their wildest fantasies and we graciously accommodated each and every one of them. Glad-handing as I made my way toward where Olivia sat waiting for me, I finally reached our room at the end of the hall, the same as last Friday.
I entered and quickly closed the door, wanting to push away the noisy remnants of the club’s patrons who milled about outside. Whatever they planned to be that night, I didn’t want them intruding on my time with her.
She sat silently on the couch, her back straight and chin high, looking confident but alert. Vulnerable in the same black silk blindfold as the first time, she turned to face me as the door clicked closed.
I saw by the way her lips parted slightly that she wanted to speak, but my admonition to her during our previous time together forced her to be silent. Not ready to give my true identity away quite yet, I reached out and ran my fingertip over the seam of her mouth, letting my touch linger on the corner. Her lips were soft and as I pulled away, she whispered in a voice I could barely hear, “I’ve waited all week for this.”
Her words, tinged with shyness, nevertheless told me she was ready to feel more than she’d ever let herself feel before. I wanted to bring that out in her. I wanted to be the man who made her scream in pleasure like she’d never experienced before in her life.
That might have been a little premature. No matter how much I wanted her, I wasn’t going to make love to Olivia for the first time in one of my club’s fantasy rooms. She was better than that.
Taking her hand, I led her over to the bar stool on the opposite side of the room. She sat down, and I watched as she fidgeted with her dress, nervously tugging on it to cover her gorgeous thighs. Reaching out, I covered her hands to still them and placed them at her side, returning to slide one finger over the inside of her right thigh.
She jumped at the feel of my touch on her tender skin, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I watched my fingertip trace a line up her leg under her dress. A gentle twitch of her skin and a soft sigh made my cock harden, and I worked to keep myself under control.
I moved my hand away, and Olivia straightened in the chair, gently squeezing her thighs together in a brief clench as she waited for me to make my next move. She was so responsive, unlike any woman I’d been with before. Each quiver, each quiet moan excited me more than I thought possible.
But I wanted more than just a response from her. I wanted her to go after what she desired.
Stepping in between her legs, I pressed the front of my thighs against the chair and leaned in to kiss her, stopping just before my lips brushed against hers to inhale the delicate scent of vanilla. Her mouth melded to mine, pressing eagerly in a kiss full of need. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I leisurely teased the tip of her tongue as if I was flicking my tongue over her clit. Soon…For now, her tongue would do nicely.
She tasted like peppermint, and as we kissed, the fresh flavor filled my mouth, making me want more than just the polite making out she offered. I cradled the back of her head and held her fast to me, my mouth plundering hers as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Stroking my thumb against the base of her neck, I heard her softly mew into my mouth as she scooted her ass forward on the chair toward my rock hard cock.
I pulled away suddenly, and she made a sound like a tiny moan filled with disappointment. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly as she turned her head to search for my touch. Crouching down, I pushed her dress up and pressed my lips to the tender skin of her inner thigh. Lightly flicking my tongue over it, I heard the sharp intake of her breath and felt the quiver of her skin against my lips as I inched my way up her leg.
Whispering, I said my first real words to her in this room. “Relax. Let yourself feel good, Olivia.”
Instantly, her body tensed and the gentle sound of her breathing stopped. I stood to watch her reaction, and after a long moment she let out a deep sigh but said nothing. Had she recognized my voice or was she just surprised by my speaking to her for the first time?
She was lovely sitting there, vulnerable but eager to shed her shy girl self and act on her true desires. Reaching out, I ran my hand over her hair and twirled a lock around my forefinger, stopping next to her ear with a gentle tug. She bit her lower lip and leaned toward my hand, a wince marring her beautiful face to let me know I was hurting her. Unraveling it slowly, I let it fall against her shoulder and leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek to ease the pain.
“I’m glad to see you came back tonight, Olivia.”
She had to recognize my voice that time. I waited for her to respond, but when she did, there was no sign she knew who the man seducing her was.
Her voice quiet, she said, “I couldn’t stay away if I wanted to. I don’t, though.”
I ran my fingertip across her cheek to her mouth and traced the outline of her lips. “I like that. What do you like, Olivia?”
She hesitated, unsure of her answer, and finally said, “You. I like you.”
I liked her answer so much I wanted to feel those lips that had spoken such sweet words on my lips. Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her hard, not wanting to restrain myself. She softened in my hold, kissing me with a passion I’d only imagined lay beneath that proper businesswoman I saw each day.
Breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips over the soft skin near her collarbone, planting tiny kisses as I moved my mouth toward the front of her dress. “I like your dress. Tell me, Olivia, would you take it off for me?”
“Yes.”
“What if I wanted to take it off? Would you let me?”
“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice before she repeated her answer. “Yes.”
Fuck, she was beautiful! So responsive to my touch, she made my cock ache with a mere word. I wanted her right there, my mouth lapping her pussy as she came over and over again, drenching my face with her juices. My cock sliding in and out of her needy cunt, filling her completely as her body gave in to the feelings I created in her.
I felt myself begin to lose control. Stepping back, I took a deep breath to calm my mind, needing to find some way to get back to that man I’d created so long ago. This was seduction, nothing more. That it would lead to sex was all the better, but that’s where it would end.
Where it had to end.
Olivia reached out for me, her hands searching for the one who’d so hastily abandoned her. She had no idea why I’d needed to back away. All she knew was that I wasn’t there with her anymore.
“Are you still here?” she whispered in a voice laced with sadness. “Did I do something wrong?”
I stood watching her as a frown settled into that gorgeous mouth, and I imagined her eyebrows knitting with concern that she’d made a mistake. A lick of regret seared my heart for a moment. Olivia wasn’t to blame for the way I was. She shouldn’t pay for my being fucked up.
Stepping forward, I answered her. “I’m here. You did nothing wrong, Olivia.”
The frown disappeared, replaced by a genuine smile that lit up the room, and she tentatively ran her fingertips down the front of my shirt. “What color is this?”
“Black.”<
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“Why don’t you want me to take my dress off anymore? Is something wrong?”
I slipped my fingers under the neckline of her dress and eased it off her shoulders to reveal a pink satin bra strap. Bending down, I placed a kiss on her collarbone as I slid the strap down, noticing a red mark where it had rubbed against her tender skin. “Did you buy this bra just for tonight, Olivia?”
Her cheeks flushed a darker pink color at my question, and she bit her lip as she nodded. God, she was exquisite in her bashfulness. I couldn’t remember being around a woman so shy yet so eager to shed her inhibitions. The combination was intoxicating and made me want her all the more.
Sliding my hand down her side, my thumb grazing her breast, I lifted the bottom of her dress and placed my palm on the top of her thigh just below her hip. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as I trailed a fingertip under her panties. “Tell me, Olivia. Are these pink too?”
I could have simply looked for myself, but I relished the idea of her admitting how she’d thought about this night enough to want to impress me with a new bra and panties. It had a charm unlike anything I’d experienced in so long that I wanted to make it more important than in reality it was.
“Yes,” she said quietly before pressing her lips together, like she’d said some terrible word she couldn’t take back.
“You’re so beautiful. Do you know that?”
Olivia sat there silent with a look of sadness on her face that made me think she didn’t believe me when I said she was beautiful. Was that why she was so timid? I imagined some stupid boy years before telling her redheads weren’t beautiful. Some frat boy like Stefan who wouldn’t know sexy if it was standing right in front of him casually declaring she wasn’t pretty enough or not his type because she wasn’t blonde or blue eyed.
“Do you believe me, Olivia?”
“Yes.”
With the pad of my thumb, I traced the outline of her bottom lip before I leaned down to run my tongue over the seam of her perfectly full mouth. I imagined that mouth around my cock as she took every inch of me, her brown eyes staring up at me as she sucked me off.
If I didn’t watch myself, I was going to enjoy this little fantasy thing of ours entirely too much.
Chapter Nine
Olivia
Swallowing hard, I tried to calm the nerves that threatened to overrun me as I sat there listening to Cash talk to me about how beautiful I was. Oh my God, I was in a fantasy room with my boss and one of the owners of Club X, Cassian March!
When Josie and Erin suggested I take advantage of the fantasy perk of my employment at the club, I never really intended to follow their advice. I mean, living out my fantasies, no matter how tame they may have seemed to others, scared me half to death. I was the type of woman whose mind routinely came up with incredible dreams, but they were just that. Dreams. Nothing more, and certainly not meant to be acted upon. It’s just that after the night of the Godivas party when Cash and I sat together in a room just like the one we were in now, I realized if I ever wanted to have even the tiniest chance with a man like him, I had to shed my schoolgirl fears and begin living those dreams instead of just enjoying them alone each night.
But I’d never thought I’d be acting them out with the very man who filled my fantasies night after night for the past three weeks!
Cassian March. Tall, dark, and stunning with blue eyes I saw every time I lay my head on my pillow. His voice slid seductively over my skin with each word he spoke, and now he was telling me he thought I was beautiful.
But why was he here in my fantasy room helping me live out my fantasy of not having control?
His tongue slowly slid into my mouth to tease mine, making my pussy run wet. The man was driving me insane with desire, and I loved every second of it. I hadn’t reserved a gold or platinum level fantasy room, so there would be no sex between us. Part of me felt relief at that. If Cash and I ever made love, I didn’t want it to be in a room like this one. Another part of me felt disappointed, though. I wanted him now more than ever and to know that this was just some temporary thing between the two of us that would end as soon as we left this room made me sad.
“Olivia, tell me what you want.”
His words were a command I was meant to obey, but fear of rejection tore through my brain, making answering impossible. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him as he eased into me while I dug my fingernails into his back. I wanted to experience what it felt like for a man like him to satisfy me like no man had ever done before.
None of those words happened because of that fear that had always crippled me. Instead, I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. God, for once, couldn’t I be as brave with a man as I’d always been in every other part of my life?
“Don’t be afraid. Tell me. What’s your fantasy?”
“I…I want to know what it’s like to not always have control.”
Cash ran his hands up the outside of my thighs to my waist, leaving a trail of heat where his skin touched my clothes. Even through the fabric, his touch thrilled my body. He leaned in toward me, and I felt his warm breath against my cheek. “No, I mean what do you really want?”
Even though I couldn’t see him looking at me, I felt his stare as he waited to hear what my true fantasy was. Closing my eyes behind the blindfold, I prayed that once the words left my mouth that I wouldn’t be left humiliated and alone in that room with only my regret and shame.
Swallowing hard, I said the truest words I’d ever spoken. “I want to experience what it’s like to give myself to someone completely. No fear. No hesitation. No holding back.”
They came out in a rush, like my brain had rehearsed the answer so many times and my mouth and tongue finally rejoiced in the opportunity to say the words out loud. Cash said nothing for what seemed like forever, and I couldn’t help but feel utterly foolish. I sat there exposed and vulnerable, my shame growing with each moment that ticked by until I felt like it would smother me. Somehow, even the fact that I couldn’t see his reaction made things worse as I was left to imagine the cold look in his eyes as he silently judged me. I was everything I’d ever feared.
Pathetic.
Then he spoke and his words made every one of my fears disappear.
“I want to give that to you. You deserve to feel all that and more, Olivia.”
The way his voice dropped to a deep whisper when he said my name made an ache throb in my lower abdomen like an emptiness existed there that only he could fill. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the ache more acute, and an involuntary moan escaped my throat.
Never before had I been so aroused by merely being in a man’s presence. He’d only kissed me a few times that night and said so little, but he could have commanded me to fulfill his wildest dreams at that moment and I would have without hesitation.
He slipped my bra strap back onto my shoulder and covered it with my dress. Gently, he brushed his lips against mine and whispered, “Our time is up, but I wanted to tell you my favorite color is black. I hope to see you again here, Olivia.”
Pressing his palm to the front of my panties, he slid his finger through the dampness, making me moan as he reached my clit, lingering there far too briefly before he moved his hand away. It was all I could do to stammer out, “Yes,” but he was already moving toward the door.
I heard him turn the door knob and stop as he pulled the door open. Angling my body toward the sound, I heard him say, “And Olivia, don’t ever believe you aren’t beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever forget that.”
The door closed with a click, and I ripped off my blindfold to look around at the room in an effort to convince myself that it all had really happened. I’d just spent time with the man of my dreams, and he wanted to see me here again.
I needed to go shopping for a black bra and panties.
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Josie stood next to me as I stared up at the wall of bras, unsure which one would be the right bra for my next Friday night
fantasy date. Date. Yeah, that’s how I’d begun to think of my time with Cash on the top floor of Club X. It might not have been exactly correct to call our time together dates, but that’s what I was going with.
I hadn’t told Josie or Erin what I’d been up to with Cash, so my sudden interest in lingerie seemed odd, at best. Josie must have been a descendent of some world class detective because we hadn’t been in Victoria’s Secret not five minutes before she began asking questions.
“A black bra? That’s not really your style, Liv. What’s going on?”
Twisting my face into a disgusted expression, I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for always reminding me that I’m your Well On My Way To Being An Old Maid friend. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. It’s just that any time a person begins to act out of character, her friends should take notice.”
“Thank you, Miss Marple.”
Josie arched one eyebrow in her usual fashion when I said something she found odd. “Not an Old Maid? Who says Miss Marple these days? If I’m any detective, it’s Beckett from Castle.”
“Thanks, Detective Beckett.”
“You’re welcome. Now what’s up with the new bra? Who’s checking out these undergarments?”
“Undergarments?”
Josie’s gorgeous smile spread across her lips. “I wanted to use a term you’d be familiar with. See? I’m here for you.”
Turning back to face the wall of bras once again, I stared up at the assortment of black ones. Some would give me cleavage a man could get lost in, while others seemed to have tiny details to make any sex partner happy. Or so I imagined since I couldn’t figure out why a teardrop shaped faux crystal would be hanging between my boobs.
“Well, here for you, which one should I pick?”
Josie looked up at the choices and pointed to one of the deep cleavage bras. “That should make your 34Bs look pretty good. What do you think?”
“I think I might never see my toes again.”
