Page 37 of The Secret Club
“Oh my goodness James. What are you doing to me.” It’s not a question, I know this possessive bear of a man is marking his territory. The things this action does to me. Liquid heat pools at my core. I can’t help my response to his actions, I love it. I love that he wants the stranger I’m about to meet to know I belong to someone else and they’re just borrowing my body for a few hours. “You just had to turn me on before I have even left the house,” I tease into his ear.
“I want this kinky fucker you’re about to meet to know who you belong to and why you are already wet. You’re wet for me right now?”
I nod. James knows how to play my body to a fine tune. “Always,” I reply.
Looking intently at the purpling hickey he just left on my right breast, he seems pleased that it’s big enough. He gently pulls the cup of my bra back up over my breast. The white lace doesn’t hide the top of the hickey from peeking out. Then he starts buttoning up my shirt again. Kissing me hard on the lips he says, “Run along my little Rose Petal, I believe your chauffeur has arrived.” Cheekily, his eyes sparkling he adds, “Enjoy your meal out.” As if I’m going for a dinner with a friend.
I laugh as I open the door and walk down the path towards the blacked out BMW. Turning I wave before hopping into the back of the car. I say my usual hello to Frank, tie my blindfold on and Frank turns Smooth FM up as usual. I settle back into the seat and begin to wonder what exactly I will be having for dinner tonight…
I’m not sure how long we are in the car for when Frank pulls to a stop and tells me to take my blindfold off. I blink trying to focus my eyes to see where we have stopped andnotice we are in some kind of underground car park. There are only a few cars in the car park, but they are all incredibly expensive looking. A Lamborghini, Porsche Carrera, Bentley. This time Frank gives me instructions. I’m to walk over to the lift and go up to the penthouse. I say goodbye as I climb out of the car and walk over to the lift. The doors open immediately, and I walk inside clicking on the button that says level 12.
In seconds the doors are opening, and I panic a little when I realise I don’t know the number of Member 759’s apartment. Looking around I realize I need not have worried; there is only one door and it’s just swung wide open. Walking outside to greet me is the most devilishly handsome man I have ever seen. In contrast to James’ fair hair and baby blue eyes, this man has jet black hair that forms into tight short curls. His pale white skin and green eyes almost make me stop and gape at his beauty. He’s not as tall as James, maybe under 6ft but he’s one of the most attractively alluring men I’ve ever seen. When he smiles at me, the smile reaches his eyes and makes his face look even more beautiful.
“Hi, you must be Roxy?” an Irish lilt meets my ears.
“Yes, I-I am. Hi,” I manage to stammer.
Warmly he holds out his pale hand that is covered in freckles and says, “I’m Connor. Thank you for coming. I have been looking forward to meeting you all day.”
“I’ve been excited and curious about meeting you all day too,” I answer. Feeling slightly more comfortable with his warm welcome. Connor is more friendly in the first minute of meeting him than all the hours I have spent with my last three job bookings. I take Connor’s outstretched hand and shake it politely. He shakes back gently and lets my hand go.
“Please come in. I have everything set up.” He gestures for me to lead the way, so I tentatively walk inside the door and am greeted by floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. What I was not expecting is what I find under my feet. Plastic sheetingis covering the plush carpets. My feet make funny squeaking noises as I walk towards the huge open living space coming to stop at the kitchen island.
I take in the apartment which is perfectly modern and expensive looking. Black marble kitchen countertops and island, black leather designer couches and a black glass coffee table. Beautiful modern abstract paintings on the walls. The apartment is sleek and gorgeous. What doesn’t quite fit the look is the inflatable paddling pool sitting between the couch and the marble island where I am standing. I turn my questioning eyes at Connor.
“Paddling pool?”
He blushes slightly. “I gave it some thought and came up with the pool idea for dessert. You’ll see. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
I laugh, feeling a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Well, I must say, that's a first for me," I reply, wondering what kind of dessert could possibly involve a paddling pool. Connor's eyes twinkle with mischief as he steps closer.
"I promise it will be worth it. But first, can I get you something to drink? Wine, perhaps?"
"A glass of wine sounds perfect," I answer, still trying to wrap my head around the unusual setup. As Connor moves to the kitchen to pour the wine, I take a moment to admire the view from the windows. The city lights sparkle against the darkening sky, creating a stunning backdrop for this intriguing evening.
Connor returns with two glasses of white wine and hands one to me. "To new acquaintances and unexpected adventures," he toasts, clinking his glass against mine.
"To new acquaintances and unexpected adventures," I echo, taking a sip of the light, fruity wine.
Connor leads me towards the seating area, and I can't help but glance again at the paddling pool. "So, are you going to keep me in suspense, or will you share what kind of dessertrequires such an...inventive setup?" I push, eager for more details of the evening to come.
With a playful smile, Connor sets his glass down and walks over to the fringe, where he retrieves a small box. "All in good time, Roxy. But first, let's begin with starters. Are you hungry?"
I nod, intrigued and eager to begin his dinner plans for the evening. The city lights cast a warm glow around us along with the dim interior lighting, I feel a sense of anticipation building. Whatever Connor has in store, I have a feeling this will be a night to remember.
Placing the box on the marble counter, he walks towards me. I take note of his navy sweater and tattoos peeking out from the neck. He’s wearing beige trousers and navy socks. “First let me help you out of your clothes.” Walking behind me, he helps me shrug out of my cardigan. Then circling to face me, his fingers begin to undo the buttons on my blouse. Bolts of electricity fly through my bloodstream when his fingers graze my skin. I blush, being so close to such a physically handsome man is making my knees feel weak. He smells like sandalwood and pine and as he gets closer to unfasten the last button I can smell the mint on his breath.
Connor is looking at my chest like he approves and helps me pull each arm out of my shirt before walking around behind me and unzipping my mini skirt. Slowly he pulls it down over my hips, savouring every inch of me he uncovers. I really do feel like a candy he is unwrapping. Soon I’m standing in my white lace panties and bra and pink heels.
Getting onto his knees, he says, “Allow me,” and gestures towards my feet. I lift one at a time and he carefully takes each shoe off my feet. Standing again he calmly instructs, “Unfasten your bra,” as he steps back to watch as my breasts fall heavy when their support is removed. If there was one thing I was worried about after having children, it was my breasts becoming flat and saggy. Luckily for me, nothing of the sorthappened and I am blessed with a matching set of firm D cup breasts.
His eyes are eating my body up as they peruse up and down, finally he says, “Someone has staked their claim on you I can see. It suits you.” Raising an eyebrow at the spot where my hickey is exposed, he just smiles knowingly. “I can understand that,” he says with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Your panties next please.” His Irish lilt sends shivers down my spine as I hook my thumbs into my panties and pull them down. My last scrap of modesty going with them.
Grabbing a cushion off the sofa he places it on one end of the kitchen island and says, “I’d like you to lie down here so I can eat my sashimi from your body.” With my back to the island, he puts both hands around my waist and lifts me easily onto the counter top. The marble is cold underneath my bottom and I shudder. I shift my body into the centre and gradually lower my head to rest onto the cushion.
“Bend your knees and place your feet on the edges.” I do as he has requested. I am now completely exposed and open, waiting on his kitchen counter. It crosses my mind to wonder if anyone can actually see into Connor’s apartment. If they can, they will surely have a feast for their eyes also.
“Perfect, you look gorgeous like that Roxy, delicious without any food. But let’s get the food started and see how much more delicious we can make you.”
