Taming Blake (A New Adult Romance): The Complete Trilogy

by Eve, Charlotte

  He held the door open for me and I slid into the dark, plush leather interior, thankful that the back of this car was rendered private by a sleek panel of blacked-out glass.

  “Hello again,” Blake said, his white teeth glinting as he smiled at me, the intoxicating musk of his cologne giving me a dizzy rush as the door to the car closed behind me and I slid myself right up towards him. He too was dressed from head to toe in black, and his hair was slicked and shining, just begging me to run my fingers through it.

  “Thanks for the ride,” I purred, feeling my heart begin to thump and my skin begin to tingle beneath his intense steely gaze.

  “I didn’t want to wait until later to see you,” he explained, a note of playfulness to his voice.

  And as he spoke, he reached out and took my hand, lifting it spontaneously to his soft sensuous lips and kissing my fingers, sending an electric shiver right through me.

  Whatever Blake wants, Blake gets.

  Just then, the car’s engine growled into life and we began to move, the dark streets flashing past as we headed towards that unassuming location, halfway between Chelsea and the waterfront.

  “You look amazing by the way,” he said softly, as I turned towards him, my desire for him so strong now it was almost outside my own control.

  I took a final hopeful glance at that blacked-out window, then leant forward to kiss him, my lips grazing against his, another shiver running right through me as he grabbed me hungrily in response, his tongue slipping eagerly into my mouth, his fingers moving through my hair, his body pressing hard against mine.

  My fingers had soon strayed between his legs as we kissed, gently cupping him through the soft black cloth of his pants, feeling how hot and hard he was getting already, wondering if I might even dare unzip him here on the back seat. And I knew I was ready too, from the distinct hot wetness I could feel between my legs as I shifted my thighs even further apart, yearning for some kind of sweet release.

  But even as I stroked Blake through his pants, I felt his fingers gently close around my wrist, stopping me.

  “Not yet,” he whispered breathlessly between kisses. “Not here. As much as I want you all to myself, Jessica, I think we should save this for later …”

  §

  The car pulled up in a wide, shadowy alleyway, around the side from the usual door, and as I looked out puzzled, Blake murmured, “I thought we could take the private entrance this evening …”

  Nathaniel got out of the car, opening the car door for us and we both smiled and nodded at him. And from behind me, just the faintest trace of a whisper, I heard Blake add, “I’ll see you inside.”

  Blake led me to an unassuming door hidden by shadows, just a little further down from the car, removing a sleek keyfob from his pocket and unlocking it quickly and smoothly.

  “Ladies first,” he said with a smile.

  At first, all I could see was darkness, and I felt my nervousness increase as I stepped into the pitch-black room, all my senses enveloped for a moment by the thick, velvety blackness. I heard the door thump close behind me and then, after another moment, the room was bathed in a soft warm light.

  “Blake,” I gasped. “It’s beautiful!”

  “Thank you,” he replied, as I gazed around me at the small, elegantly furnished room. “I designed this place myself …”

  It was a chamber fit for a king. The walls, like the locker room, were made of a heavy sumptuous wood, and in the far corner was a plush red velvet daybed.

  “I use this private chamber to prepare before parties,” he explained, “and sometimes I come back afterwards to catch some sleep, too, if I don’t feel quite like going home. But …”

  At this he paused, then smiled.

  “Well, you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to bring back here.”

  I paced around the room, marveling at the beautiful furnishings, running my fingers over the surfaces, exploring every little nook and cranny. There were large fitted cupboards, an elegant shower room, and even a small, well-stocked fridge.

  “Champagne?” Blake asked, removing a chilled bottle of my favorite, Verve Cliquot.

  How could I resist?

  “Thank you,” I said, feeling another distinct rush of excitement as he popped the cork, the delicious liquid overflowing from the neck of the bottle in a rich white froth, and I shivered with anticipation at the thought of whatever fun and games might layahead of us …

  §

  This time, instead of being a timid outsider, I felt like one of the hosts of tonight’s events. After a delicious champagne toast, Blake and I eagerly got undressed, donning our matching silver masks, the electricity crackling in the air as we made our way through a private corridor and then out into that main central chamber — the very first to arrive.

  My eyes kept darting hungrily back to him; this perfect, statuesque man that was now mine, his sculpted body still such a turn on. And from the way his cock had grown, the minute I undressed — and had remained rock solid ever since — I could tell he must feel the same way about me.

  And as we took our seats on one of the plush, gilt-edged velvet couches right in the center of the room, waiting for the place to slowly fill up, I found my whole body tingling with anticipation.

  “I love this moment,” Blake said, leaning across to me. “The calm before the storm.”

  A moment later, the lights dimmed, the soft throb of music pulsed from the speakers, slow and sensual, and the doors opened as the first of the party-goers arrived. I watched with growing excitement, as the parade of sexy strangers flowed out into the room: all naked, a range of skin colors and body types, but all with that same hungry look in their eyes, each of them eager to seek out their own kinky, private pleasures from this evening’s entertainment.

  “Welcome, welcome,” Blake murmured, nodding and smiling at a few folk that had obviously shot him a knowing glance or a smile — probably recognizing him, despite his mask, from their countless previous visits here, and no doubt from his godlike body.

  From Blake’s relaxed, comfortable pose, lounging back on the plush velvet sofa, it was only only the sheer hardness of his cock that betrayed the fact that he, too, was just as excited, just as turned on, as the rest of us.

  “Hello again,” a soft, feminine voice purred from nearby.

  Both Blake and I turned in its direction. Perhaps he knew this raven-haired, tanned svelte beauty, but she was a total stranger to me — her icy blue eyes staring straight past me as if I wasn’t even there, flashing hungrily over Blake’s tanned skin, taking him in then licking her sensuous lips and placing her hand so confidently on her hip, her perfect little breasts softly rising and falling, the hair between her legs shaved in a razor-thin, jet-black stripe above her swollen pink lips.

  “Mind if I join you?” she cooed, her eyes still fixed firmly on Blake.

  I held my breath, waiting for him to speak.

  He looked across to me, meeting my eye for the briefest half-second, before turning back towards this pouting, expectant brunette.

  “I’m afraid I’m taken,” he said with a slow smile, and I felt my whole body flash with a heady mixture of relief, excitement and pride.

  He’s finally mine.

  And as the brunette watched on, unable to pull her jealous gaze away from us, I reached over, trailing my fingers lightly and sensuously over Blake’s tanned skin, then down over his pecs, down over his washboard abs, down between his legs, finally curling my slim fingers around that thick hard cock of his – God, it always looked so huge in my tiny hand! – slowly masturbating him.

  Then, with a final shiver of anticipation, I actually lifted myself right up from my seat and threw my leg over him, so that I was in position to ride him, my back to the room, my forehead pressed against his, my eyes boring into his, my breasts lightly grazing his chest, one hand on his broad shoulder to steady myself, the other reaching down confidently between my legs, first to play with my pussy for a moment making sure I was good
and wet, then to take his cock and gently lower myself right onto it, gasping as I felt him stretch me wide open once again, sliding as ever so easily inside despite my tightness, his hands moving to my ass, spreading me, guiding me even further down onto him.

  And as I began to ride him, working myself sexily up and down his hot hard shaft, my tongue flicking against his own, our eyes locked and our bodies moving in unison, both of us beginning to gasp and groan as we worked our way towards a simultaneous release, it felt as if the whole room was watching on as I claimed Blake as mine.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Late on Saturday morning, I found myself back once again in my now fully-decorated studio. And actually, despite still being just as tiny as ever, it was actually looking okay! I felt a small flush of pride. It was perfect. But there was one drawback. It was perfect ... for one.

  This was definitely a single girl’s pad.

  I’d spent all that morning talking to Blake about how we were going to spend more time together, and not just on his terms, either. So here I was, trying to throw out some more of my clutter, so I could clear just a drawer where he might be able to keep his things when he came to stay.

  But it was proving difficult. I’d already gotten rid of so much of my stuff, just to fit myself in here, I was already down to basics.

  And we’d still not come to a conclusion about where we were going to spend our time, before he’d had to race off to complete a ‘Very important secret errand’ which, by the cheeky, enigmatic smile on his face as he said it, I guessed had something to do with me …

  Or us?

  And as I was busily trying to convince myself that there was enough room here for us both to spend at least one or two nights a week, my cell began buzzing in my jeans pocket.

  I pulled it out and checked the screen: it was Elizabeth O’Connor calling.

  “Jessica,” she began as I picked up, “I’m so sorry I’ve not been in touch for a while. Things have been crazy busy here, as per. I hope it’s okay calling you on a weekend like this?”

  “Sure, Elizabeth,” I insisted, “it’s always great to hear from you.”

  “Good, good,” she replied. “Well, it was just this morning that it struck me that I never actually formally offered you the job for my summerhouse.”

  There was a pause, as what she was saying finally dawned on me.

  “You mean … You mean I’ve got it? I’ve got the commission?” I asked, trying to keep the mounting excitement out of my voice, trying to remain at least somewhat professional.

  “Of course! The job was always yours. If you still want it, that is?” she said happily.

  “That’s fantastic, Elizabeth!” I gushed. “I promise you, I won’t let you down.”

  “I’m sure you won’t,” she said. “I think you’re an extremely talented designer, Jessica, and I’m excited to see what you do with the place.”

  By now I was grinning from ear to ear.

  “Say,” she continued, “why don’t you drop in one afternoon early next week and we’ll finalize the details. I’ll have my assistant set up a meeting with you.”

  “That would be fantastic,” I replied. “In fact, that reminds me, Elizabeth. There’s something else I’d like to discuss with you, too, if you don’t mind? It’s about Southampton again. I need to ask your advice about something.”

  “Of course, dear,” she said. “Sounds intriguing …”

  §

  “This better be worth it!” I laughed, sat there on the plush leather seat of Blake’s town car as we drove … somewhere.

  What’s it going to be this time?

  Another roof terrace? Another private hot tub?

  Because once again, here I was, blindfolded and bursting with curiosity about whatever surprise Blake had in store for me. And it seemed like we’d been in the car for an absolute age too, Nathaniel obviously navigating us as best he could through the busy New York traffic.

  “Almost there,” Blake said eventually, taking my hand, his thumb brushing gently against my skin, sending a flash of fire up my spine.

  And I did my best to swallow back my questions and just let the moment unfold, knowing that soon enough my curiosity would be answered.

  “Okay, here we are!” he said excitedly, as I felt the car pull to the curb.

  I heard the door open, and then felt Blake’s hand taking mine once again, guiding me gently and carefully out of the car and onto the sidewalk.

  Where are we?

  I heard him walk around behind me, felt his fingers brush the back of my neck, and then a moment later the blindfold slipped away.

  I was standing in a leafy street, before a tall, brownstone building in …

  “Wait a moment, is this Brooklyn?” I asked, confused.

  “Sure is,” Blake replied. “So, what do you think?”

  “What do I think about what?” I asked, still totally baffled.

  “Your new project.”

  “Huh? I don’t understand.”

  “I can tell how much you’ve been missing Brooklyn lately,” he began. “I know just how important this area is to you. Well, as luck would have it, I came across this property. It was a good investment. But it needs a lot of work. Think you can handle another project?”

  “So what’s the idea?” I asked as I took another look up at the absolutely gorgeous building, eager to see around inside. “Is the plan to do it up for a quick resale, or is this a longer term investment? Do you already have a buyer?”

  “Maybe,” he said with a smile, ignoring my questions, instead taking me by the hand and leading me up the steps towards the glossy black front door. “I’ve lived on the Upper East Side for too long now. Hey, it’s not like I was born there, after all. Maybe it’s time for me to see a bit more of New York, too. And while I was looking at this place, I noticed that there was a really great cafe on the corner. Ever been to Workshop? It’s totally your kind of place. I think I’m gonna enjoy getting to know this area a lot better …”

  “Oh, I get it!” I gasped excitedly. “There is no buyer! This is yours, to live in, isn’t it?”

  “Kind of,” he replied, reaching into the pocket of his pants and pulling out a fob of keys, holding them out towards me. “Actually, the house is in your name, Jessica. This place is yours if you want it. But when you’ve worked your magic, I was hoping that you might invite me round for a cup of that English tea you love so much.”

  I looked with disbelief at the set of keys, dangling from his hand, then up into his warm, smiling eyes.

  Oh my God.

  He was being totally serious.

  And I was totally, seriously, head over heels in love.

  §

  The following afternoon, I went round to Gina’s. She was finally well enough for visitors, and to my relief she looked so much better. And even though she was still recovering at home, she was back to her old style again: dressed in an outrageously revealing negligee, her hair blown out, her red lipstick so perfect.

  And the makeover didn’t stop there, either.

  “This place looks awesome!” I gasped, when she let me into the apartment.

  She’d obviously had the decorators in. There was a brand new hot pink chaise longue in the living room, and a zebra print rug to go with it.

  Okay, it wasn’t quite to my taste, but it totally reflected her personality.

  I sighed as I remembered that doing this place up was supposed to have been my job. But then another thought popped into my head: as I realized I’d found a home for at least some of the old furnishings from Elizabeth’s summerhouse!

  As she clicked off into the kitchen to pour us some mugs of herbal tea, so expertly balanced on her huge heels, I took a seat on the couch, overwhelmed by another surge of relief at the simple fact that we hadn’t lost her that night — and that more than that, she actually seemed okay, as if the whole sorry experience had even taught her a valuable lesson. I just hoped she liked what I was about to suggest next. I was still tryi
ng to decide how to say it when she came back in, carrying our mugs, and took the seat next to me.

  “I love what you’ve done to the place,” I began.

  “Oh honey!” she replied. “It’s about time I stopped pretending I’m just passing through. I need to start settling down somewhere.”

  “About that,” I said. “I’ve had an idea, and I want you to listen to me.”

  “No, no,” she said. “Please listen to me just for a second. I need to say sorry for how I behaved. I was totally unbearable, I realize that now. I wish I’d just told you how I was feeling instead of trying to chase away my problems with drugs. I should never have gone down that route. After all, I’ve seen way too many people lost to it. I still can’t quite believe it happened to me, too. Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s time for me to get out of this city altogether. I’m so tired, honey. Nobody can be a party girl forever.”

  And there it was: the perfect opportunity to make my suggestion.

  “That’s exactly what I was gonna say!” I began, excitedly. “Now hear me out on this, and promise me you’ll at least think about it, okay?”

  “Okay …” she replied, intrigued.

  “Well,” I continued, “you’ve told me before about just how much you’d like to start up your own boutique. And it turns out, I’ve got an investment opportunity for you …”

  At this I reached down into my bag and pulled out the brochures I’d picked up, for an empty shop I’d noticed while Blake and I were out walking in Southampton. I handed them over to her and she began leafing through the pages with her long glossy fingers. As she looked it over, I continued.

  “I saw this place while I was out there researching a project,” I explained, “and immediately I thought of you. It would be perfect for you …”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a sad smile. “I mean, have you seen the freaking price tag? This place is expensive. It’s totally out of my league.”