She wiggled tentatively and felt him jerk in response. Maya grasped the back of the chair with her hands on either side of his head and rotated her hips in a circle. He groaned, and she pressed herself against him to grind her softness against his hard shaft. Wetness flooded her, but she was too into her performance to be ashamed.
“Take off the dress.”
Maya obeyed his command without question. Her hands shook as she unzipped the dress, but she got the zipper down. She tossed the garment over her shoulder and returned her hands to the back of his chair.
Her breasts were inches from his face, and she sat on his lap and wriggled around. Maya frowned when she realized Roarke didn’t wear an expression of bliss or even frustration. He looked irritated. “What?”
Roarke shook his head. “You didn’t listen.”
She lifted a brow. “I’m sorry?”
Roarke touched the strap of her bra, careful not to come into contact with her flesh. “I told you to wear just the dress.”
Maya’s eyes widened. “You meant without underwear?” Her mouth opened and closed. “That’s indecent.”
He grinned. “I prefer naughty.” Roarke sighed. “And you were naughty for not listening.” He reached for a pair of scissors from his pen organizer.
Maya’s eyes widened when she saw the sharp shears. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
He ignored the question and slid the blade under one of her straps. He cut through it with one clean slice, then did the same to the other one. He felt her stiffen when he slid the blade between her breasts. “I won’t hurt you,” he grunted.
Roarke made short cuts through the white material. The bra was thin and cheap, and easily surrendered to the sharp edges of the scissors. When he cut through the band of the bra, he peeled it from her, still not touching her breasts.
Maya instinctively covered her breasts. “You’re crazy.”
He laughed. “Maybe, but only for you. Now, move your arms and climb on the desk.”
She bit back a refusal and dropped her arms. Maya tried to pretend he wasn’t watching her every move when she lifted herself from his lap onto the desk. “Ouch.” She fumbled under her bottom and removed a pen. Her shoes fell to the floor with two muffled thunks.
Roarke took it and put it in the pen organizer. “Turn more on your left side.”
Maya shifted so she lay almost on her left side. She braced her hands behind her on the desk and put her feet on the arms of the chair.
Roarke swallowed when confronted with an unobstructed view of the crotch of her panties. They were thin cotton and almost transparent because of the moisture between her legs. He reached out to caress her puffy lips, but held himself back. “I think you like dancing for me.” He forced an easy grin, which became more natural when he saw her embarrassed expression.
He took pity on her and turned his attention to the waistband of the panties on her hip. He slid the scissors inside and cut through the material. His hand lingered on her hip for just a second, before he forced himself to peel the material from her body. “Other side.”
She looked pissed as she rolled onto her other side and silently endured his removal of the other side of her panties.
“Lean back and spread your legs.”
Her eyes gleamed with anger. “No.”
Roarke met her eyes, keeping his expression firm. “You chose not to obey me, Maya. This is your punishment.”
“You bastard.” Tears swam in her eyes as she leaned back on the desk and propped her feet on each corner.
His fingers brushed against her wet lips, and he felt his erection harden until it hurt. Roarke had to clear his throat before he could speak again. “Lift your hips.”
When she complied, he stripped off the ruined panties and dropped them in the trash. She started to get up, but he put his hand on her stomach. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”
She grunted, but lay down again.
Roarke opened his desk drawer and removed the package he had purchased at a small shop off Hollywood Blvd. They specialized in catering to women’s fantasies, but they had treated him with respect and not as a pervert when he wandered inside last Sunday.
He opened the plastic and removed the thin vibrator. It was made from some green jelly material and might have been inspired from the phallus of some magical creature. It was anatomically perfect, except for the on/off switch at the base of the penis. He turned it on and saw her head lift. “Don’t move,” he said again, more forcefully, and she returned to her head to the desk.
Roarke parted her folds and teased her clit with the head of the jelly vibrator. He felt her stiffen and jerk, and watched as her hips began to arch up in tiny increments. He slid the vibrator lower and teased her opening before he returned it to her clit. Once again, she arched against it, but didn’t seem to be trying as hard to mask her response.
“Do you like this, Maya?”
She moaned, but didn’t answer.
He grinned. “Do you like how it vibrates against your clit?” He allowed himself to touch her thigh. “Don’t bother answering. I can feel your response.”
He rotated the vibrator around her swollen clit, and then moved it down again. “Would you like to feel this inside you?”
She whimpered.
He could see the way her feet arched and her hands clenched on into fists as he pushed an inch of the vibrator into her slick folds. He pulled it out and pushed it in deeper, enjoying the way she gasped with pleasure. “More?”
She didn’t say anything, but she tried to buck her hips.
Roarke moved his hand from her thigh to her pelvis, where he pushed down with enough force to keep her pinned to the desk. “You have to ask for it, Maya. Tell me you want it.”
She hesitated, seeming to be at war with herself. The tiny tremors convulsing her body gave her away. She finally relaxed and whispered, “Please.”
“What do you want, Maya?” He bit down hard on his tongue as his erection transmitted what it wanted. He longed to throw away the vibrator and take possession of Maya himself.
“I want it.” The answer was strained, but clear. “Please put it in me.”
“What is it?” It was more than a little fun teasing her, but also painful. She wasn’t the only one longing for release. “Can you say the word?”
She lifted her head and glared at him.
“You’re moving, Maya.” He withdrew the vibrator and turned it off. “I guess you can go now.”
“Damn you, fuck me with that vibrator.”
He didn’t know which of them was more shocked by her outburst. Her face was bright scarlet, but he imagined his was too. He took a deep breath and forced himself to sound amused when he said, “Since you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”
She voluntarily laid her head on the desk and spread her legs even wider.
Roarke pushed the jelly vibrator deep inside her, until she stiffened and gasped. He removed his hand and allowed her to thrust against the vibrator. She seemed not to want him to do anything, so he held it for her. He licked his lips as she thrust upward and rolled her hips. A tiny trail of her juices trickled onto his desk, and he groaned at the sight of the fluid.
He knew the exact moment she orgasmed by the way she stiffened and arched her back. He immediately turned down the vibrator and pulled it out partway as her legs shook and her thighs tightened around his hand. He let out the breath he had been holding and tried to maintain his tenuous self-control. Roarke was too old to come in his pants without the assistance of a partner—or so he told himself.
She slowly sat up and covered herself. She still seemed embarrassed by the way she had told him to satisfy her. Her eyes avoided his.
Roarke felt his erection diminish enough for him to move without pain, and he completely removed the vibrator. He patted her thigh. “First time?”
She nodded and kept her eyes averted. “I wanted one once, but Bobby—” She broke off.
“Felt threatened?” Roarke finished fo
r her.
Maya nodded again and still did not look at him.
He put it back in the wrapping, and put the package in a plain brown bag. “Do you want to take it with you?”
She shook her head. “I don’t ever want to see it again.”
Roarke frowned and grasped her chin to pull her face around to his. “Why not? There’s no shame in pleasure.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I begged for it. It’s just a thing, but I begged for it.”
He chuckled. “Actually, you ordered me to use it on you.” Roarke could see her wince, and he dropped the vibrator into his drawer. “If you change your mind, let me know.”
She nodded, but her expression revealed she would never ask for it. “Can I go now?”
He shifted as his erection throbbed, but nodded. “I’ll see you Friday.”
Maya didn’t answer as she clambered off the desk and searched for the dress. She slid it on over her nakedness, pulled her shoes onto her feet, and fled his office. She didn’t look back as she rushed into the ladies’ room and washed her face. Then she locked herself in a stall and sobbed out her shame. She couldn’t reconcile what she thought about herself with the wanton who had demanded Roarke fuck her with a fake cock. How could she have done that?
She sighed and unlocked the stall. She returned to the sink and washed her face again. She fixed her hair and met her eyes in the mirror. She had a flush on her cheeks, but also a sated look in her eyes. Maybe he was right, and it wasn’t a big deal. He had teased her to a fever pitch. She couldn’t blame herself if his manipulations overwhelmed her common sense.
She ignored the voice in the back of her head that accepted a full share of responsibility for the interlude. Maya left the restroom feeling considerably calmer. Roarke was to blame for her downfall, and she had no choice but to go along. She shouldn’t be so hard on herself for getting a bit of pleasure from his twisted game.
Chapter Nine
Shopping
As Bobby had done frequently during the past three months, he shopped on Thursday evening. Despite his cool attitude, Maya decided to accompany him since she needed a few things herself. They went to Macy’s where she could use her employee discount.
Once he had selected two new outfits and a six-hundred-dollar leather jacket she had raised her eyebrows at because of the heat, they made their way to the ladies’ department. Bobby shifted the purchases he held. “You won’t be long, will you? This stuff is heavy.”
She scowled at him. “I just followed you around for an hour. You could do the same for me.” She motioned to the baskets near the register. “You could get one of those.”
He sighed and positioned his body stiffly to show his displeasure when he returned with the blue basket. Despite her protest, Maya found herself rushing through her selections, not wanting to keep him waiting. He was already angry with her, and she didn’t want to upset him any more. Her parents and sister were coming for a visit on Saturday, and Bobby should be his most charming. Not that it would matter to her family, since they didn’t like him. Not that the feeling wasn’t mutual.
“Aren’t you done yet?” Bobby’s tone was strident.
She blinked and realized she still held the same shirt as when she had drifted off. She bit her lip and looked at the price. Although money wasn’t a big problem anymore, she wouldn’t pay almost two hundred for that skimpy thing. She shoved it back on the rack.
“Can we go now?”
“I need underwear.” Maya surprised herself with the statement. She had just bought several sets of white cotton briefs and bras about two months ago. Even subtracting the pair Roarke cut off her yesterday, she still had plenty of sets.
Bobby sighed more deeply, but followed her across the aisle to the underwear.
Her mouth twisted with a mix of amusement and irritation when he checked out the underwear models featured in the large posters on the back wall. She turned her attention to the matched sets, an area she generally skipped over in favor of plain bras and packaged panty sets. She picked up an emerald set and held it against her. “Do you like this?”
Bobby’s head jerked in her direction as he tore his attention away from the salesgirl he had been eyeing. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
His tepid response had her replacing the set and reaching for a more daring black pair. “What about these?”
“Nice.” His tone lacked expression.
She heaved a sigh and reached for a scarlet set decorated with silver beads. “Do you like this one?”
He didn’t even look at her. “It’s great.”
“Dammit, Bobby.”
He turned back to her with a frown. “What?”
“I’m trying to get your input here.”
He shrugged and shifted the basket in his left hand to the right. He threw the jacket over his left shoulder with a carefully measured move. “What do I care? No one sees your underwear.”
“You do.”
“So? Get whatever you want.”
“Fine.” Maya grabbed the black set, and the emerald one. She was debating about the scarlet set when her eyes fell on a midnight blue pair. She lifted it from the rack, eyeing the plunging velvet bra and thong bikini panties. Could she wear something like that? It was really pretty. She smoothed a hand over the velvet cups. Roarke would like it.
Her head snapped up at the thought, and she shoved the set back on the rack. What was wrong with her? The ballroom dress came to mind, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her brain had made an obvious connection between the blue velvet of the underwear and the blue velvet of that dress. Nothing more. She certainly wouldn’t buy anything with Roarke’s preferences in mind.
“Come on, Maya. I want to get out of here.”
She put the scarlet set in the basket. The blue bra and panties beckoned to her, and she added them too before she followed Bobby up to the register. She ignored him when he grumbled over the prices as the girl rang them up. Maya turned a blind eye to his flirtation with Shelley and focused her attention once more on the blue set. She suddenly couldn’t wait to slip into it. She would feel sexy and decadent, even if no one else saw it. Roarke will see it. She quickly blocked that thought as she followed Bobby from the store.
***
Later that night, after dinner, Maya slipped on a black teddy Bobby really liked, and then slid into the bed beside him. He had his nose buried in a script, and he jumped when her hand fastened around his naked shaft. “What are you doing, Maya?”
She frowned at his angry tone. “Touching you.”
He pushed her hand away. “I don’t like it when you do that stuff.”
Maya sighed and collapsed against the pillows. “I was just—”
“I should be the one who instigates all that.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “Why?”
“Because I’m the man.”
She couldn’t hold back a laugh.
He dropped the script and crossed his arms over his chest. “What?”
“That’s silly. We have an equal relationship. That should include the bedroom.”
He curled his lips. “I don’t like it when you get all aggressive.”
She forced herself to become boneless. “Is this better?”
Bobby grimaced before he turned his attention back to the script he picked up from his lap.
“Bobby, I want you…” She trailed her fingers across his bicep.
He shrugged her off. “Not right now. I’m busy.”
“Fine.” She turned away from him and pulled the blanket over herself with a jerky movement. She viciously turned the knob on her bedside lamp. They didn’t speak. He was too busy, and she was too angry. His rejection stung, and she forced back tears. She refused to let him know he had hurt her. It was long after Bobby had turned off his light and almost immediately started to snore before Maya was finally able to get to sleep.
Chapter Ten
Bubbles
When Maya let herself into Roarke’s apartment, she hea
rd nothing but silence. She looked for him in the kitchen and living room, and then edged her way down the hall. “Roarke?”
“In the bathroom.”
His voice was muffled by the closed door. She entered the bedroom and stood awkwardly in front of the bed.
“Come in.”
“Oh.” Maya walked over to the black door and pushed it open. Her mouth dropped when she saw he had transformed the bathroom into a lovers’ dream. Dozens of tiny tea light candles lined the lip of the Jacuzzi tub. Soft music issued from the stereo on the counter, and a bottle of champagne and two glasses were at Roarke’s elbow where the wall and Jacuzzi met to form a nook.
Most of all, there was Roarke, already in the bubbles. Everything below the tops of his nipples was hidden under the water, and she wasn’t naïve enough to think he wore a Speedo. Dark hair lightly dusted his arms before it became more profuse across his chest. Maya stared at his nipples without thought, until she realized where her eyes rested. A blush swept across her cheeks, and she lifted her eyes immediately, while she tried to ignore the flush on her cheeks and the glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Come on in. The water’s warm and slippery.” Roarke’s lips twitched as she got even more flustered at his suggestive words.
Maya crossed her arms over her chest. “You want me to undress in here?”
He sighed. “I’ve seen all of you now, Maya. Does it really matter?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” With exaggerated movements, he took a washcloth from the wall shelf to cover his eyes. “I can’t see you.”
“Don’t peek,” she hissed at him as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on the side of her wrap-around skirt. Then she pulled off the halter-top and paused for a long moment. She refused to acknowledge her disappointment when he didn’t even try to steal a look. She had worn the blue set for nothing. She had constantly pulled the thong out of her bottom for no reason. Well, it was her own fault. He would have looked if not for her instinctive protest about getting undressed in front of him. Maya sighed as she folded her shirt and laid it beside the skirt on the counter.
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