Page 94 of Serving the Mogul

She did, brows arched. “Where are we going?”

I didn’t tell her.

Not yet.

Thirty-Five

Tina

I askedhim twice more as he led me through the monstrous home.

I already knew this was Althea’s house, and the easy friendship between her and James was clear, so it was no surprise he knew the house. Still, I was a bit surprised when he led me to a small, private, roof-top garden with just a few minutes to spare before the fireworks started.

“How did you know this was here?” Tipping my head back, I stared up at the stars and breathed out an appreciative sigh at the display of stars, unrolling like diamonds on velvet of deepest blue overhead. We were far enough outside the city that the light pollution was non existent.

“I’ve been out here many times, but there are still rooms I haven’t seen, believe it or not.” He nudged me up against the railing and nodded at the crowd three stories down. Their voices carried over the music, a mélange of sound that I couldn’t pick apart no matter how much I tried. “I bet you could scream, and nobody down there would even hear.”

I shivered, the feel of his cock against my ass. But I didn’t let myself respond…yet. “You know, some could construe those words as creepy.”

James bit my ear. “But not you?”

“Hmmm…not sure. I might need to think about it a bit.” He placed a hand on my left side, fingers brushing over the closure that held the wrap-style gown together.

When James’ sister, Zoey, had told me he had asked her to make me a one-of-a-kind gown to wear to the charity, my initial instinct had been to say no. Then I thought about the appreciation I would receive from James wearing a dress like that, and I’d accepted. As Zoey showed me several design options, she spent hours measuring me and selecting materials.

I was amazed at the final result, and seeing James’s eyes on me when I stepped out, soothed over another ragged wound I still carried from Cecil.

Easy access was another benefit of the dress.

I sucked in a breath as James toyed with the closure before smoothing his hand down the fabric covering my thigh and tugging it up. Closing my eyes, I gripped the rough surface of the stone railing.

A soft whimper left me as he brought the skirt up and over, leaving my backside exposed, save for the delicately made material of my panties. He smoothed them down until they fell to my ankles in a puddle. I was about to step out of them when he stopped me.

“No. Like this. Lean forward, Pet.”

Pet.Whenever we were about to have a sexual encounter, he used words like that. Most of the time, I was okay with it.

Today I hesitated. James’s sudden stop had given me just enough time to clear my head and realize how exposed we were. “What about security cameras?” I asked. “Any…” My voice trailed off, uncertain how to explain.

He nuzzled my neck as his hand came around to cup my right breast. “No cameras. Don’t get embarrassed, but earlier I asked our hostess if there might be a private place where I could whisk you away.”

My cheeks heated, but I also smiled. Turning my head, I whispered, “What are you going to do to me, sir?”

His mouth came down on mine, hard and demanding.

The kiss ended only seconds later, and he nudged me forward, positioning my hands on the railing, so it looked like I was merely bracing my hands on it. I shivered as James pushed my dress higher, twisted the material, and secured it so it didn’t slip back down.

“Keep your legs together, Pet. I want to feel you good and tight around my cock, understand?”

“Yes,” I said, my breath hitching out of me as he pushed two fingers slowly into me.

“Yes, what?” His voice was a dark, sinful temptation.

I bit my lip. Then, “Yes, James.”

He chuckled. “I think youwantto be punished.” He twisted his fingers and screwed them deeper into my pussy. “Doyou want me to punish you, my delicious little Kitten?”

“Maybe.” I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he withdrew his fingers, then sank them back in, all the way, roughly. It wasalmostenough to push me over—I was that hungry for him already.

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