Page 19 of A Kiss at Midnight

“How was your day?”

I jump at the sound of Blake’s voice. He’s in front of me, moving closer. I didn’t hear him come in. The large man can move like a damn ninja. The first word that comes to mind as he asks this, isexhausting. My day has been outright exhausting. Thanks to this contraption, which is still obediently sitting inside of my incredibly tender core, I’ve had more orgasms than I knew was possible... and I’m wrecked.

I don’t tell him I snooped around in his place. I didn’t find anything... like nothing at all. Blake doesn’t seem to have anything personal to his name. There aren’t any photos except for the one of him and his brothers that’s hanging on the wall. Nothing. Zip. Nada.

It might be wrong to snoop, but I agreed to be with him for who knows how long. I’m curious about who he is. What if he has a dark side? It’s too late to think about that now. I’m in this for the long haul.

As I looked around I didn’t go into his office. There are some places sacred to a person, and an office is one of them. That doesn’t mean I’m not curious of the hidden gems that might be inside his closed door. Isn’t an office where all of our deepest secrets are stored?

I shake myself out of my head and realize he asked me a question. What was it? Oh yeah, he wants to know how my day has been. I’m certainly not going to admit how much his little toy impacted me all day. Even if he threatens to pour fire ants on me, I won’t confess how much he controlled my body.

As I look at him I realize that he most likely knows, if the smug look on his face is anything to go by. Maybe the man truly was glued to his computer screen all day, watching me in the office as I nearly collapsed almost everywhere I moved in his building.

“My day was normal,” I tell him. I feel some heat in my neck as I try to keep my face from turning red. I’ve never been good at lying, especially on the spot. I might be able to come up with a tall tale if I have enough time to plan it, but on the spot I’m going to give myself away fast.

He gazes at me for several long moments with his penetrating eyes, making me break out in a sweat. I desire this man... and I hate myself for feeling this way. Wanting Blake seriously undercuts my inner claims of self-sacrifice and makes me feel vaguely dirty about seducing him. Ugh, why does life have to be so complicated?

“I’ll let you lie to me for now,” he says with a knowing smile. “But I did watch you for most of the day, and I’m very aware that your body has been in a constant state of arousal from the moment you inserted that toy. I’m sure you’re currently dripping wet and ready for me to plunge deep inside of your delicious heat.” He places his hands on the back of the couch and leans in, letting his warm, sweet breath wash over my face. “And, Jewel,” he adds, making me barely able to back hold a gasp, “I’m going to fuck you hard tonight.”

He moves away, removes his hand-tailored jacket, and drops it carelessly on the arm of a chair. His white fitted shirt showcases every muscle in his back as he unconsciously flexes his arms. Next, he removes his cuff links and is rolling up his sleeves when he turns back around to find me staring at him. There’s no chance I can look away. The man is absolutely beautiful.

I can’t move, can’t breathe... and certainly can’t speak. This man has nearly made me reach another orgasm with just his words and the caress of his breath on my mouth. I pray I’ll be able to survive my time with him, because right now I’m not sure that will be possible.

“I got you a gift if you want to wear it,” he tells me as he saunters closer, a bag in his hand that he’d previously left on the chair.

I take the bag from him without saying a word. I want to be horrified that we seem to be moving forward... but I’m not... I’m excited. Maybe if we get the sex portion over with, I won’t be so nervous about it. I ascend his stairs with grace, inwardly cursing at my body as new moisture flows in my lower regions and my nipples harden. Of course this is how I’ve been most of the day, but with Blake so close to me now, the sensation grows even stronger.

I reach the bathroom and empty the contents of the bag on the counter... and let out an embarrassing groan. If I put this contraption on, there will be nothing hidden from Blake. Of course he’s already seen me in my birthday suit, so wearing some lace and silk shouldn’t mortify me. I started this game as a seductress, and I can’t chicken out when we’re close to the edge of the plane and about to jump.

I take my time discarding my clothes then slip into the garter and tiny skirt that barely skims the bottom of my behind. It takes a couple of tries to get the bustier on, the tiny thing pushing my breasts up, my hard nipples clearly on display through the black lace. I take a long look at myself in the mirror.

My skin’s flushed, my eyes bright with the pleasure I’ve been given all day, and the thrill of this moment. My body’s trembling, and this outfit is doing nothing to hide my arousal. I’m going to enjoy this next step with Blake, even if I don’t want to admit it to myself, and certainly not to him.

I give myself another full minute, then leave the bathroom and move to the top of the stairs, trying to act as if I know what I’m doing, as if I’m walking right out of his dreams and straight into his arms.

I’m halfway down the stairs when I hear the doorbell ring. Feeling trapped at the sudden intrusion, I pause, not knowing if I should rush back up the stairs or slink down and try to hide. There’s no way I’m making an appearance in these scraps of material if someone is stepping inside. There’s no way he’d let someone in, is there?

As quietly as possible I retreat back up the stairs. I reach the top as my vibrator turns on, making me bend over as I pant, biting my lip to keep a groan from escaping. I try to fight the sensation, but there’s no stopping it, and I whimper as a powerful orgasm rips through me, leaving me in a puddle at the top of the staircase, praying no one walks to the bottom and looks up, seeing more of me than I care to show.

It’s only about thirty more seconds before Blake appears at the bottom of the stairs, a satisfied smile on his lips as he gazes up at me, clearly knowing what happened.

“Come down, Jewel,” he huskily whispers as he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Holy hell! His chest is something dreams are made of. No mere mortal should possess such looks, poise, and money. He has it all, and it isn’t fair to the people he wields power over.

“Give me a moment,” I say. I don’t think I can walk just yet.

“I’m ready for you.” His tone is sexy, making my skin heat more than it already has as he makes a show of letting his shirt land at the foot of the staircase. It takes another few seconds before I’m able to grip the banister and pull myself to my feet, even as my thighs tremble and I weaken.

Taking the steps slowly, I attempt to blunt the impact of the toy rubbing against my swollen walls. I force myself to focus on the walk, not the pleasure and pain still coursing through me. This is going to be a very long and exhausting night if he keeps playing with me like this.

I near the bottom of the stairs and he smiles at me, a predators smile, a victors smile. He knows he’s in control... and the worst part is that his power turns me on even more.

“Sit down,” he says. I pause not understanding. I still have a few stairs to go.

“Is someone in the house?” I ask as I gladly sink down on the steps. My legs aren’t going to hold me up much longer.

“No. That was our dinner being delivered,” he says.

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