“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Tarantino and Miss Lane.” The concierge handed each of them a menu, then bowed and left.
Chessie barely had time to recover from the fact that the concierge had addressed her by name. Then she lost her grasp on any thought that didn’t have to do with Nick sitting so close to her. He surrounded her with his powerful presence and his unique, masculine scent. She could hardly catch her breath.
To take her mind off him for a moment, she shifted in her seat and gazed at everything around her. She studied everything from beneath her lashes so she didn’t look like a star-struck kid.
The lighting was low and intimate in their area, and at the center of the room was the dance floor.
Beneath the crystal chandeliers, couples danced to ballroom music performed by a live band. The music flowed over Chessie, and her years of training and love for dance made her want to be out on the floor with Nick.
Maybe her dancing would shock him. He might not know about her past—or he might have researched it thoroughly. She had no idea. But it tickled her to think she might have a few surprises to spring on him.
She was so glad Nick had sent her clothing that suited this place. She would have been embarrassed in any of her simple, plain dresses.
“Thank you for the lingerie and the dress.” She smiled at him. “They’re beautiful.”
He caressed the curve of her cheek with his fingertips. “You are beautiful. I wanted to see what you’ve been hiding all these years beneath those conservative suits.” His gaze drifted over her. “And I must say you are even more beautiful than what my imagination conjured.”
A pleasant tingling raced through her from head to toe. “Thank you.”
Before the waiter arrived, Nick showed her the menu and asked about her food preferences, nixing any attempts at salad and encouraging her to choose what appealed to her most.
The menu didn’t even have prices beside the dishes. Dear God.
When the waiter arrived, Nick ordered for them both and chose a fine Chardonnay to go along with dinner. He poured each of them a glass of the wine and handed Chessie her crystal stem.
“To tonight.” He raised his glass and lightly clinked it against Chessie’s, his aquamarine eyes focused on her as if she were the only person in the room. “An evening with a most delightful woman.”
Warmth flooded Chessie at the intensity of his gaze and his words. Her throat was dry and she barely managed to respond, “To tonight.”
Just as Chessie took a sip of her Chardonnay, her thong vibrated against her clit. She almost spat her wine all over the fine linen tablecloth.
“Nick,” she whispered. “What the hell are you doing?”
He wrapped his arm around her and lightly stroked her collarbone with his thumb. “Yes?” he asked in a nonchalant tone as she clenched her thighs tightly.
She could hardly speak from the sensations coursing her body from the vibrator stimulating her clit. “You can’t—not here—”
“Yes, I can,” he murmured.
Damn, damn, damn…
“But I can’t take much more.”
Nick moved his mouth close to her ear. “Yes, you can.”
“I’m too close to coming,” she whispered in a hoarse voice.
Nick’s tone went deep. “Not without my consent, my sweet Chessie. You really don’t want to do that.”
Oh, lord. He’s going to kill me.
Even when the waiter arrived with their appetizer, Nick left the vibrator on. Chessie avoided the waiter’s gaze, afraid he would see how hard she was fighting to keep from coming.
Once he left, she heard Nick chuckle, then felt the immediate relief as he turned off the vibrator. Slowly, second by second, she drew back from the edge. The sweat on her brow started to dry—then he turned the cursed thing on again.
So it went. Over and over. All through dinner. She’d climb the mountain toward orgasm, then fall back down again. He kept it up until her clit got so sensitive she thought she’d scream from an air current. If she didn’t come soon, her body would combust.
And that wasn’t all. Oh, no. Nick spent the evening touching her intimately, brushing his fingers along her arm and stroking her face. His eyes seemed to hint at more than simple lust, but Chessie refused to allow herself to think beyond the moment.
For dessert, Nick ordered a single slice of a decadent chocolate cake and insisted on feeding it to her—and this time, he didn’t let up with the vibrator. In between bites of the dessert, when she’d managed to swallow the rich chocolate, she begged him to stop.
“I’m so close.” She squirmed in her seat, but the movement only made her hotter. “Please, Nick.”
He gave her an utterly wicked smile. “You don’t have my permission. If you come, I’ll have to punish you.”
Chessie’s skin flushed and her pussy grew even more drenched as she thought of being erotically punished by Nick. The vibrating thong kicked up a notch and it was too much. She bit her lip, hard, as a climax ripped through her unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It started low in her abdomen and expanded outward, a hot flush of pleasure reaching every part of her being. Her body jerked in her seat and she held on to the table for dear life, eyes lowered, praying no one could see her flushed face and her body shaking with her orgasm.
He let it go on, and on.
The bastard. Stop-start. Stop-start. Drawing it out. Doubling the sensation. Almost daring her to start moaning and screaming right here in the exclusive restaurant.
When she finally stopped shuddering, he switched off the vibrator, then caught her chin in his hand and raised her face so his gaze met hers. “Such a very bad girl,” he murmured, sending brand-new tremors running rampant through her body. The way he said bad girl set her even more on fire.
The vibrator switched back on.
“Please…turn it off.” She tried to catch her breath, to speak without a quaver in her voice, but it was impossible. “I-I can’t take anymore. I mean it. Not kidding.”
He gave her a smile, put his hand into his jacket pocket, and the vibrator stopped.
Chessie almost wept with relief. Her body tingled and throbbed and she felt like everyone in the room must know she’d climaxed right there. The feeling of being watched only added to the aftershocks jarring her body.
“No one could tell.” Nick dabbed a napkin at the corner of her mouth and brushed the back of his hand over her breast as he moved away. “Only I know how badly you’ve misbehaved.”
By the deep, intense tone of his voice she knew he intended to dole out her punishment soon and she would enjoy every minute of it.
When they finished the dessert and Nick had paid the bill, he pulled out Chessie’s chair and helped her to stand. Her legs trembled and she prayed she’d be able to walk after that incredible orgasm.
With his hand on her elbow, Nick escorted Chessie along the edge of the dance floor. The music flowed through her, and she wanted to dance, wanted to show him a side of her he didn’t know existed, but he led her away from the crowd, the talking and the laughter. They moved together down a long and richly paneled hallway lit by occasional brass sconces that gave off a soft golden glow, farther and farther from the madness of the restaurant and club. It became so quiet she heard only the sound of their footsteps on thick carpeting, mingling with the pounding of her heart.
They finally reached a door where a man in an impeccably starched suit stood with his hands behind his back. He gave a deep nod. “Mr. Tarantino.”
“Is this room prepared?” Nick asked.
When the man gave a nod, Nick removed his money clip and handed him a couple of one hundred dollar bills. “See to it we’re not disturbed.”
“Yes, sir.” The money vanished within the man’s suit jacket. He immediately returned to his former position, hands behind his back and his expression stoic.
Chessie’s cheeks burned as Nick led her into a luxurious room. Without a sound, the heavy mahogany door closed behind the
m. The walls of the sitting room were richly paneled and an opening in one wall led from the plush room to what Chessie assumed to be a bedroom.
Thick cream carpeting covered the expansive sitting room, which had a couch, loveseat, armchair, and straight-back chair. All was done in elegant black velvet with cream pillows. A cut-crystal vase placed on a cherry wood table must have held at least two-dozen red roses.
A black and cream Persian rug spread across the room to the cherry wood and black marble wet bar. The bar had an extraordinary-looking gold-leaf glass sink just in view of the bar top. Fine crystal stemware sat behind beveled glass in cherry wood cabinets on the wall to the right of the wet bar, while a huge mirror hung on the left.
“What’s that man going to think?” she whispered, as if the attendant might hear.
Nick led her to the wet bar before the beveled mirror illuminated by low, seductive lighting. “He probably thinks I’m going to fuck you.”
She went even hotter all over at the thought of the man knowing what they were doing—if in fact Nick intended to take her right then and there, instead of just torturing her all over again.
“Brace your hands on the countertop,” he ordered in a low, rumbling voice. “And widen your thighs.”
Chessie found herself following his directions automatically, not even feeling annoyed. After she set her evening bag on the countertop she bent over and placed her palms on the cool marble.
She trembled while her skin prickled and her core ached for him. “What are you going to do?”
“Mmmmm…” He pressed his hips against her backside, and through his slacks she felt his hard cock along the cleft of her ass. She watched his reflection in the mirror while he reached around and lowered the bodice of her dress and her strapless bra so her breasts were bared.
Her body throbbed as he kneaded her nipples. “I’ve wanted to touch your breasts for so long.” His voice grew hoarse as he cupped them in his palms. “You will definitely need another little punishment.”
She swallowed her fear and excitement as he leaned back and pushed her dress up over her hips so her backside was bared to him. All she wore were the thong, garters, and thigh-high stockings he’d bought for her. She could just imagine how she must look to him.
“Damn, but I love your ass.” He rubbed her butt cheeks with his palm and she moaned aloud. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“For climaxing when you told me not to.” Chessie’s voice trembled as her eyes met his in the mirror. “And for—for teasing you in the past.”
“That’s right, my sweet.” He raised his hand and swatted her. Hard.
Chessie yelped at the sudden pain. To her surprise, the tingling quickly melted into a feeling that made her wetter for him. It actually felt kind of good. When he swatted her, the pain was sharper. It hurt, and once again, her core flooded. Pleasure filled her, making her ache all that much more.
“Watch me spank you in the mirror.” Nick swatted her again, the smack loud in the quiet room. “Watch how enchanting you are. Watch how much I want you.”
Her eyes widened as she watched their reflections. He was so handsome, so big and powerful, and by the gleam in his eyes she knew he was enjoying this erotic punishment. When she turned her gaze to herself, she couldn’t believe how seductive she looked with her breasts naked, her dress up and exposing her from behind, her eyes wide, and her lips parted.
Again and again he spanked her, and she tensed before every swat as she watched his hand sweep down to land on her ass.
Her breasts swung with every slap of his hand and her nipples ached. She was on fire, her folds swollen and her clit throbbing. Unbelievably, the pressure built, just as it had with the vibrator.
He spanked her again, and she shuddered, rushing toward climax, no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
“Please may I come?” she asked as he landed another slap on her ass.
“No.” The contact burned across her lower cheeks, heating her to almost intolerable levels. “You’ll have to wait until I tell you it’s all right, sweetheart.”
She groaned, her ass burning and tingling from his punishment. She tried relaxing her breathing. She tried to float away in her head. But each stinging spank brought her right back, an inch closer, another, and another.
And then—
He stopped.
Cold air swept along her bare ass, and she eased away from that forbidden summit. Chessie breathed a sigh of relief. Much more, and she would have come no matter his orders to the contrary.
For a few long seconds, they stood gazing at each other in the mirror, then he pulled her dress down over her stinging cheeks.
“Stand and face me,” he commanded, his voice raw with need.
Chessie stood and turned around. Damn, he was so handsome she could hardly take her eyes off his face. That devilish gleam in his eyes only added to his incredibly sexy appeal.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fine white-gold chain with three diamonds that sparkled in the room’s low lighting. A loop was at each end of the chain.
Before she realized what he was doing, he slid the loop at one end of the chain over her nipple and tightened it, then did the same with the other end so both nipples were connected by the chain. She gasped at the intense feeling, again of pain mixed with pleasure.
“This chain signifies you are mine,” he murmured as he gently tugged at it. “In every way. Will you wear it?”
His…it means I’m his…at least for tonight. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.” He smiled and pushed down on her head, gently forcing her to her knees in front of his obvious erection. “Now, for your second punishment.”
Chapter Eight
Chessie’s knees sank into the plush carpeting and her skin prickled with excitement. She realized what he would want now.
“Unfasten my slacks.” Nick kept his hands clenched in her hair. “I want your hot, wet mouth on me now, like I’ve imagined countless times.”
She bit her lip as she undid his trousers and unzipped his fly, her hands trembling and fumbling with the fastenings. She pulled down his boxers, and his thick, long, luscious cock was only inches from her lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He gently pushed her head closer to him. “Take me in your mouth, my little tease. If I’m too much for you at any time, just raise your right hand.”
Chessie kept that hand firmly down, using her left to hold his cock as she slipped it through her lips and sighed at the feel of his hard length reaching the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue over the ridges and contours and reveled in his distinctly male scent and the tight curls at the base of his cock.
“Play with your nipples while you suck me.” His tone was powerful and commanding as he kept his grip on her hair and thrust his hips toward her face.
Wow.
Just, wow.
Rough, but not too rough. Dominating, but just the right way. She felt out of control, immersed, overcome—and so, so excited. Chessie balanced on her knees, feeling so naughty as she brought her hands to her nipples and caressed the incredibly hard nubs and the rings that were tight around them. The chain swung between her breasts, lightly bouncing against her soft skin. The pull, the pressure—sweet heaven. The ache within increased so much she thought she’d come just from the feel of his cock in her mouth and her own hands on her breasts.
“You’re so damn good.” Nick thrust his hips a little harder. “So damn beautiful.”
His declaration made her hotter than ever and more excited. She squirmed, wanting to climax but knowing she’d receive another punishment if she did. This was her second punishment, being unable to come while she pleasured him and herself.
And it was such incredibly sweet torture she could hardly stand it. Nick knew what he was doing.
“I’m about to come.” His voice was hoarse and she could tell he was close as his cock grew harder and his balls drew up. “You’d better let me know if you’d
rather have me come over your breasts or in your mouth.”
In response, Chessie sucked him harder. Nick groaned out loud and his hips bucked against her face as his warm fluid spurted down her throat. Chessie drank from him as he continued to pump in and out of her lips until he finally said, “Stop,” and pulled her head away from him.
Chessie remained on her knees looking up at Nick as he tucked his still thick and wet cock into his boxers then zipped up his trousers. The entire time he kept his gaze on her, an intense look in his aquamarine eyes.
She fought to keep from squirming with her need to come. “Please may I climax now?”
“No.” He extended his hand and helped her to rise so she was standing before him. “We’re even now, one for one. You’ll have to wait.” He added a smile that told her he had lots more erotic pleasures in store for her.
Chessie wanted to scream and kiss him at the same time.
Nick palmed her large breasts and raised them as he lowered his head. Chessie moaned and grabbed his shoulders as he sucked and licked one nipple, then paid the same attention to the other. “You are such a lovely woman,” he murmured as he paused. “Inside and out.”
The chain swung between her breasts and he lightly tugged on it with one finger as he teased her nipples. If he didn’t stop, she was going to come just from his attention to her breasts. Unbelievable.
The need to finish was so intense tears pricked the back of Chessie’s eyes. She wanted to beg and plead, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Finally, he raised his head.
Son of a bitch. He was going to leave her hanging again.
Right that second, Chessie started devising her own tortures. Sooner or later, she’d find a way to get him back.
Unless she died from lack of orgasm.
She stared at Nick as he arranged her bra over the nipple chain, then the front of her dress. He seemed to read her defiant expression and the corner of his mouth curved into a roguish grin. “You might want to freshen up your lipstick again. I seem to be wearing it on my cock.”
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