I had no idea where he intended to take me, but I gathered he wasn’t talking about physical locations. He certainly had the money for vacations all over the world, but my instinct was sharp enough to know that wasn’t what we were discussing. Not by a long shot.
“Are you wet, baby?” His voice remained lower than earlier, soft, gentle, soothing. Addicting.
I bit my lip.
“My baby is very wet, aren’t you?”
That second question, like the first, didn’t require a response.
“Show me.”
I straightened my spine. It was one thing to take my panties off. Whatever he wanted me to do to “show” him was not registering.
“Press your fingers into your pussy, baby. Show me how wet you are for me.”
I gulped. I was afraid I would faint if I didn’t breathe more often. I stood there, not moving, my hands shaking again at my sides.
“Look at me, Amelia.”
I lifted my gaze to meet his.
“I’m going to be as gentle as I can with you. I know this is all new to you. But you have to trust me, baby, to handle you as I see fit. Okay?”
I nodded. Fool that I was. Slutty fool with no brain cells left to count.
“Press two fingers into your pussy and show them to me.”
I couldn’t stop myself from obeying his command. I lifted my skirt only as much as was needed to get my hand close to my sex, and then I stroked two fingers through my folds and brought them back out.
Cade leaned forward and grabbed my wrist before I could decide what to do next. Still sitting on the coffee table, he brought my fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips. He moaned around them.
But more importantly, I moaned also. I’d never seen, experienced, heard, or read about anything that sexy in my life.
As he continued to lick and suck both fingers together and then each individually, the wetness he’d mentioned increased. I was afraid it would drip down my thighs. I leaned toward him, drawn like a magnet. “Sir…”
He released my fingers, but not my wrist. “Now you’ve got it. If you want to call me Sir, I want it to sound the way you just said it.”
I had no idea what I had done differently, but I was ridiculously glad he was pleased. I pulled on my hand, but Cade held it firmly. He hauled me closer to his body until I stood right in front of him, his knees touching mine. It was a wonder I didn’t fall, considering the height of my heels and the way I was wobbling all over the rug.
Cade finally released my wrist and grabbed both my thighs with his hands. He didn’t set his fingers on top of my skirt, either. No. He smoothed them up from my knees and spread them on my bare skin. “Spread your legs wider, baby.”
I stepped out, presumably hypnotized by this Dom.
“Good girl.” His hands trailed up and down my outer thighs. “So obedient.” His thumbs dipped so close to my core, I wobbled. “Set your hands on my shoulders, baby.”
I grabbed his T-shirt with both hands, glad for anything to keep me balanced. My head swam with lust, and my body had no blood supply to keep upright because all of it was currently gathered between my legs.
Cade met my gaze, tipping his head back. “Eyes on me, baby. I’m going to make you come, and I want you to stand very still while I do it. Understood?”
A new surge of arousal rushed from my lower lips, this time leaking onto my thighs unavoidably. I had no voice. There was no way I could tell Mr. Alexander, Cade, that the extent of my sexual experience with men involved romance novels and the occasional tingling between my legs that accompanied a hot scene. Orgasms weren’t in my repertoire. And he was crazy if he thought he could pull off such a stunt with me standing in his living room.
In fact, my nerves were on high alert just thinking about disappointing him. He’d been so pleased up until now.
Cade grinned, perhaps knowingly, as he let his thumbs reach around my legs until they separated my lower lips.
The second the cool air in the room hit my exposed labia, my legs shook.
“Stand still, baby. Just watch my eyes and feel. Use your legs to hold you up.”
Not a chance in hell.
Cade released one of my thighs and reached between my legs. He nudged them farther apart, forcing me to step out again. His fingers danced at my wet lips, and then he stroked one finger through my folds.
I moaned. I couldn’t stop the noise from escaping my lips. “Cade…” My eyes rolled shut. Every nerve ending I never knew existed came to life around my sex.
“Oh, baby. That’s so fucking hot. So wet for me.” He dipped his finger in farther, gathering my wetness and spreading it around my lower lips.
When he dipped his finger inside me, my legs started shaking. I found myself doubting my thought that he couldn’t make me come.
“God, baby. So fucking tight. I’ve never felt a pussy this tight.” His other hand gripped my thigh firmer. I wasn’t sure if it was to steady me, or to control himself. In any case, the finger thrust into my channel and back out several times, and then without warning he brought it up to circle the bundle of nerves above my sex.
“My girl has a needy little clit, doesn’t she?”
God, I so hoped I wasn’t supposed to respond to that.
“Eyes back on mine, baby.”
I opened my eyes, embarrassed while at the same time so swept away by these intense feelings I almost didn’t care. I just wanted to experience whatever I was on the edge of experiencing. Damn the consequences.
“That’s my girl. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch your face when you come for me for the first time.”
My legs shook some more. My bra felt too tight. Nothing compared to the pressure building in my belly, though.
Cade’s finger flicked rapidly over my clit. He rubbed it harder, faster, with more pressure.
I was so close to the edge of sanity that I rose up on my tiptoes.
A smile grew on Cade’s face as he teased me. It felt fucking fantastic. And I needed more. Cade spoke two words at the same time his thumb pressed into my clit and held steady, “Come, baby.”
I did. The elusive orgasm I’d heard so much about spread through my body and out my limbs. I moaned loudly. My clit pulsed at his thumb. It seemed as though my channel gripped in a rhythmic fashion at nothing, as though pleading with me for more.
I slumped against Cade, holding his shoulders firmly as the orgasm subsided. My breaths were more like gasps, as though there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. I was so spent, my legs stopped functioning altogether.
Cade swept me into his arms, his hand still under my bare ass, and carried me through the room and down a dimly lit hall. He kicked a door open and proceeded into another room.
I leaned my head on his shoulder, unable to hold it up any longer.
Before I knew what was happening, I found myself lying on a bed, the covers pushed back. I would have protested if I had control over my voice box. But I was too sated to care about much else. My eyes drooped.
Cade reached for the buttons on the front of my blouse and undid them, slowly working his way down. I reached to stop him, but he set my hand gently aside and gave me a firm look. I watched him while he spread the silk of my white blouse to the sides and slid my arms free. Next he rolled me to one side and popped my bra, freeing me of that also.
The exposure unnerved me completely. The way he manhandled me should have made me furious. All I knew instead was the caring way he arranged me, wondering how I was going to be able to have sex now after the way that orgasm had left me replete. I assumed I would manage somehow.
Cade unzipped my skirt, and I was able to lift my hips enough for him to slide the material down my legs and over my feet. He bent to my shoes next, unbuckling the straps and slipping them off. Oddly, I felt more naked without my shoes than any other part of my clothing. I shivered beneath his gaze as he stared down at me.
No one had ever seen me naked. No one romantically, at least. I reached to c
over my breasts in a sudden rush of embarrassment.
Cade grabbed my wrists and set them at my sides. He stroked his fingertips over my nipples until I arched into his touch and moaned. And then he quickly grabbed the comforter and tugged it over my body. He shocked me by tucking me in. My entire body was on fire. Every bit of the soft bedding rubbed against my skin, bringing it to life.
Cade leaned over and gently kissed my lips. It was the first time he’d kissed me, and it didn’t escape my realization that he’d made me come before doing so. “Rest, baby. I wore you out.”
Rest? He wanted me to nap?
He smiled. “I know you’re still needy, but I’ve laid a lot on your plate today. I want you to rest.”
“’K.” I squirmed and then moaned again.
“Amelia.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “Oh, God I do so love the way you say that.” His face turned more serious. “Do not touch yourself. Understood?”
I nodded. The thought hadn’t entered my mind until he said it. Now it seemed like the finest idea on the planet.
“Amelia.” He moaned. “You’re going to be the death of me. Do. Not. Touch. Yourself. That pussy is mine. Mine alone. You will not orgasm without my permission. Are we clear?”
I nodded, my breath caught in my lungs, perhaps permanently. I wasn’t sure I even could resume breathing.
“Good girl. Rest.” He kissed my forehead this time. And then he padded from the room, shutting off the light and leaving me in near darkness.
The air whooshed from my lungs. I didn’t move a muscle for fear the abrasion of the sheets would make me break his rules.
His rules.
I’m in so much trouble. That was the last thought that filtered through my mind as I let myself do as I was told. Sleep.
Chapter Four
I woke up startled and confused, bolting to a sitting position as I glanced around the dimly lit room, trying to remember where I was.
When it hit me, so did a draft of cool air against my chest. I glanced down to see my naked breasts and then moaned in humiliation.
Cade Alexander.
Ugh.
The man had not only given me my first orgasm, but he then stripped me like a child and tucked me into bed. Another quick glance around the room assured me this was not his bed in his room. At least he’d spared me that dignity.
Also, judging from the light filtering in around the blinds, it wasn’t night. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, minutes or hours. But I was rested.
My purse was somewhere in or around the kitchen. My phone was in my purse. And my clothes… A glance around the room provided me with nothing. I eased out of the bed, hesitating a few seconds to make sure I had my feet solidly beneath me.
This had to be a guest room. It wasn’t masculine enough to be Cade’s. It was too small compared to the rest of his opulence. And the furnishings were sparse.
I tiptoed around the space, hyperaware of my nudity. Not a stitch of my clothing or my shoes could be found.
Fuck.
A quick trip to the adjoining bathroom also proved futile. My clothes were nowhere in sight.
Great. Now what?
I could hear faint music coming under the door.
I decided the best course of action would be to yank the sheet from the bed and make my way to the living room toga-style in search of Cade. I prayed no one else was in the house.
As soon as I padded into the great room, I saw him. He slouched down on the couch surrounded by papers, several of which were in his hands. He had a pen stuck above his ear. His laptop sat open to a spreadsheet on the coffee table.
I took several moments to ogle him from behind. It annoyed me how sexy he was. He wore the same T-shirt as earlier, and I suspected when I stepped in front of him I would have to bite back a rush of renewed arousal when I saw his jeans.
I padded closer.
Cade had eyes in the back of his head, of course. A sixth sense. He spun his head around to face me, his smile lighting up the room. “Hey, baby. How was your nap?” He set his papers aside. No, he did more than that. He gathered them all up from around him and stacked them on the coffee table next to the computer. “Come here.”
I inched forward, but only to make it easier to speak to him. “Where are my clothes, Sir?”
He ignored me. “Amelia, come here.” He reached out a hand.
I went to him like a puppet. When I rounded the couch, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. Before I knew it, he had his arm around me and hauled me into his lap. He plucked at the sheet tucked tight around my breasts. “That’s cute. Ingenious.”
My eyes widened as he made light of my situation. Nothing about his demeanor insinuated he was finished with me. That was when it occurred to me that although I’d had a fantastic orgasm at his hands earlier, he had not. There was little doubt in my mind he would want to have sex now. Of course he would. I wasn’t even opposed to the idea. Afterward, I would never see him again. Who the hell cared if I slept with him before I left? I could certainly do worse in selecting someone to take my virginity. At least I knew it would be beautiful. The man was far from hard on the eyes.
I flushed. Contemplating having sex with Cade Alexander while sitting naked in his lap wearing only a sheet was enough to make me think I’d either died in a car accident earlier in the day, or I’d gone insane and was currently in a padded white room living in my own dream world.
“What’s going on in that huge brain of yours, baby?” Cade tapped my temple.
“Did you want to have sex before I leave?” I sputtered those words out without thinking. But if it sped things up, it wasn’t for naught. I really needed to get out of there, collect my brain cells from the front porch, and hightail it to my car.
Cade chuckled. “So blunt.”
“Well, I just thought…”
“I know, baby. And you’re so precious, like a bright light in the darkness.”
Whatever that meant.
He turned me to face him more fully on his lap. “Look at me, baby.”
His words, like all his words, bore a hole in my resolve. The way he said baby brought renewed wetness to the area between my legs. The last thing I wanted was to make a wet spot on his sheet.
I met his gaze.
Cade lifted one hand and stroked a finger down my face until he settled it under my chin. “I’m not going to fuck you today, Amelia.”
Oh. This was a shock.
“You aren’t ready.”
How the hell did he know if I was ready or not?
“There are things you need to learn and understand before I claim that sweet, hot pussy of yours.”
His words were crude. My ears heated, and I squirmed to escape his embrace to no avail.
Cade held me firmly around the waist with one hand, his other still under my chin. “Eyes on me, Amelia. I have rules. There are many. But one of the most important ones is I expect you to look me in the eye when I’m talking to you.”
I lifted my gaze from my lap to his face again. This did nothing to ease the heat suffusing my face. My cheeks burned with my ears.
He has rules?
“Good girl. Now, I want you to understand a few things.” He turned to glance at the table and then looked back at me. “Those packages you picked up are all for you.”
If it was possible, I flushed a deeper red. I didn’t drop his gaze. To do so would mean looking in the direction of the table, and I didn’t need the reminder of my humiliating day gathering gifts for his… They were for me?
“Now she’s catching on.” He smiled. I loved it when he smiled. “You’ll earn those gifts. I’ll give them to you one at a time when I think you’re ready for them. I won’t fuck you until you’ve opened the last one.”
I nodded. Was this a game? Did he intend for me to do charades or something for the remainder of the evening? Or go on a scavenger hunt to prove my worth?
More heat. More of his intense staring. “It wil
l take you at least a week to earn all three boxes.”
That answered that question. He meant it when he said we weren’t going to have sex tonight. Just as well. I might have lost my virginity doing so, but I would have lost a part of my soul also.
Cade released my chin to trail his fingertip down my neck and across my collarbone. He used that one finger to tug at the front of my toga between my breasts until it slipped.
I reached with both hands to hold the sheet, and therefore a small chunk of my dignity, whatever morsel remained.
“Rule number two,” Cade began as he released my waist to grab my wrists and pull them behind me. He held them at the small of my back, tucking them in one hand. And then he resumed loosening the sheet at my chest. “When you’re with me, I’ll insist you be naked most of the time. Your body is divine. I want to see it, touch it, smell it, or anything else I can think of at my leisure.”
He had to be kidding.
“I’ll make some exceptions when we’re in public, but when you’re in my home, I expect you to remain naked.” As he spoke, he managed to free my chest and tug the toga away enough to expose my lap.
I squirmed. Words wouldn’t come to me.
Cade held my wrists firmer. “Sit still, baby.” He spoke as he circled one of my nipples with his finger and then flicked the tip.
A squeak escaped my lips. The traitorous nipple immediately stood at attention.
Cade switched to the other one, stroking it until it matched its twin. “So gorgeous. Do you realize how sexy you are?” He lifted his gaze to meet mine.
I didn’t move.
Cade chuckled. “You have no idea.” His finger trailed down my belly, making it dip as he touched my skin.
Goose bumps rose all over my flesh as he reached lower and then tugged at my pubic hair. His gaze came back to mine. “I want you to shave this off, baby.”
Shave? Was he insane?
“If that seems insurmountable for you, I’ll do it myself.”
Now he’d reached an entirely new level.
And so had the burning in my cheeks. The image of Cade between my legs shaving my sex made me moan in a mixture of mortification and desire. I wasn’t sure which sensation won.
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