Page 20 of Our Unexpected Beginning
The elevator doors opened, and Graham was leaning against the wall waiting for her. He wore a berry button-down dress shirt and dark jeans. He’d ruffled his hair back with his fingers. “I believe I said ten minutes.” His tone sent chills down her spine.
“You said not fifteen.” She reasoned with a smile.
“My brat,” Graham growled, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tight against his body. Julia squeaked and held onto his shoulders.
“Twelve minutes.” He shook his head in disappointment and glee. “You’re going to pay for that little stunt,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
“This doesn’t assemble itself you know.” Julia gestured to her outfit, shaking her shoulders until Graham growled. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Julia chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I aim to please,” she teased, fingering his hair.
Julia’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. “Promise?” she teased, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.
She gave him a flirtatious kiss on his nose. He roughly replied by grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to a corner of the hall, Graham’s lips found hers, and kissed her with a hunger that ignited a fire within both of them.
Julia felt the heat rising between them as their bodies pressed against each other, the passion building with each passing moment. Graham’s hands roamed over her body, sending shivers down her spine as she melted into his touch.
Their kiss deepened, filled with desire and longing that had been building between them for weeks. Julia felt like she was falling into a whirlwind of emotions, lost in the intensity of their connection. Graham held her close, his grip firm and possessive as if he never wanted to let her go.
“You know, this happens every time.” Julia panted against Graham’s mouth, his hands tugging on the hem of her skirt to dig his fingers into the curve of her ass.
“What’s that?”
“You kiss me and suddenly I need new panties.”
“I see, but that’s the problem.” He tore the side band, pulling it from her body in his fist. “I think you should forgo them, they’re just going to get ruined.” He nipped sharply at her ear, shoving the offending material into his pocket. “Means I can get to this pretty pussy faster.”
Julia laughed and tightened her arms around him. “That’s why I buy them,” she confessed softly against his jaw. “I love the feral look in your eyes.”
“I’ll give you my fucking credit card.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Graham’s lips twitched into a smile before he reluctantly straightened up. “As much as I would love to continue this,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “we have a date in the Dollhouse.”
Julia anxiously nibbled her bottom lip, her heart slamming in her chest at his implicated plan.
The Dollhouse, as it was named by the members of the club, was a ‘free use’ area of the club where the house or unattached submissives gave their time and body for a scene. It was a perverse human vending machine, and Julia’s thoughts bounced around.
“What did you have planned?”
Graham threaded his fingers with hers and gently tugged her down the hall to the entrance.
Julia’s pulse quickened at the thought of what awaited them in the Dollhouse, a place she had heard whispers and rumors about but had never ventured into herself. As they approached the entrance, a wave of nervous excitement washed over her, mingling with the raw desire that Graham’s touch never failed to awaken within her.
The heavy wooden doors loomed before them, ornately carved with intricate designs that hinted at the mysteries hiding inside. This was the heart of the club, where fantasies were brought to life and limits were pushed to their breaking point.
He held the door and looked down into her eyes. “Remember, this is just another night, andsafewords matter. You matter first and foremost. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“I know we’ve talked about it as a someday experience. I don’t want you thinking I’m pushing you.”
“I appreciate the consideration, Sir. I fully consent to whatever you have planned that is within our previously consenting limitations.”
He kissed her soundly and she melted against him. Graham’s grip tightened around her hand, a silent reassurance as he led her through the threshold. The air was heavy with anticipation, and Julia could feel the eyes of unseen onlookers fixated on them as they entered the dimly lit space. “Let’s go find our playmate for the evening, shall we?” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Graham led her down the hallway to a heavy wooden door. He knocked three times in quick succession. After a moment, it swung open to reveal a dimly lit room. Plush velvet couches lined the walls, and in the center was a raised platform.
