I was his. My mind became lost in the sensation of his lips slowly moving down to the tops of my breasts. I waited for him to release one of his hands from the tight hold of my hips, to unhook my bra and show myself to him completely. But instead, he dropped down in front of me. Hands gripping my hips, his head level to my belly button. Maybe he was skippingmy bra, heading straight to button on the top of my denim shorts.
But he wasn’t going close to my pants. He was holding me tight, and his mouth was now sucking hard onto the soft rose pricked skin above my belly button, sucking up any tiny bit of blood that was left. Just as I had watched him devour my shirt, he was devouring me, and now I couldn’t contain myself.
I threw my head back, moaning out loud as my hips rocked. Henry tried his hardest to keep them still, but they couldn’t be contained. The wetness of his mouth, my soft sensitive skin as he sucked me, leaving me wet in more ways than one. Then he pushed himself away from me, letting go of my hips, still on his knees in front of me, catching his breath until he slowly made his way to his feet. He wiped his mouth. He’d stolen all the words and the air from mine.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get carried away, this wasn’t what this was meant to be about,” he said, so calmly as if there wasn’t anything slightly strange and equally sexy about whatever the hell that was. I didn’t want to talk right now, I didn’t want to think. I wanted him to show me where he was planning on taking it from here. But by the look on his face, the serious yet sexy well-mannered version of Henry was back. And, fuck, he was going to leave me here like this. Thank God I packed Lily.
He stood still waiting for an answer, But the only thing that I could think of saying was…
“Have you got a thing for blood?” I asked. Should I have said that? I heard of the term “blood play,” but whatever that actually meant was a bit beyond me. Surely there was something very unsanitary about it. But there was the way that he licked me, not the way he sucked me, and held me passionately like I was his favorite drink, his most intoxicating drink.
“I find it… nice,” he said. “But maybe that’s a conversation that we can have over lunch. Because I would love to know more about all the things that you find… nice.” He bit his bottom lip as he let go and took a step back. “Enjoy your bath, I’ll see you downstairs for lunch.” My shirt was still in his hand as he lifted it up in the air. “I’ll get this properly cleaned up for you too.”
Chapter Eight
Itook my time in the bath because I needed it. I hadn’t even been here for a full hour yet and there was still so much of me that I needed to release. I didn’t even have time to grab Lily. I stripped myself off and jumped straight into the bath, bringing myself to the peak of ecstasy with only two fingers. And as my head cocked back, and my body shook underneath in the water. I looked up at the clouds above me thinking about Henry laying here in the bath, gazing up at the stars. Bringing me into an even more intense climax.
I floated in the bath, my body weak and my mind empty. Well, almost empty… I thought that I had learned so much about Henry over the past couple of weeks. I knew that his favorite colors were black and emerald green. I knew that his parents were taken from him, taken from him from a man with a gun in his hand. He had witnessed the whole thing as a young child. And I also knew that there were very few people in the world who knew the full experience of a shocking crime like that. It was what made him. Why he was so driven and intelligent. He felt like he needed to share his name beyond him, beyond the future family that he wanted. Because he wasn’t just living for himself. He was living for his young parents that never got to.
I knew that he was kind, and loving, and a gentleman. We geeked out and connected on all the things that we loved the most, like numbers, math, statistics, strategies. We were business brain junkies. But I had never met a man who had been able to hold such a high-level analytical conversation with me, while still being fun and creative and deep diving into what if and impossible theories, just for the fun of it. We were meant to meet. Everything that I already knew about Henry, it felt like he was made for me.
The more I considered us, the less fear I felt. Although I was having fun being the tease, I didn’t need to keep myself from him. What difference would it make to hold out on him if we really were born to be together? It would next level our connection. Whatever the hell just happened before certainly did. What the hell was that? Did I actually like it? Did he want to cut me? Is that something that my dream man would possess? I pondered that thought. It wasn’t something that I was expecting, and it wasn’t something that I had particularly thought about.
I loved sex. I loved sex a lot. I loved the anticipation of sex, the moment, the thrill, the climax. I loved it all. But I guess I was vanilla. I was still an intimate missionary girl, with a side of, maybe on the kitchen table. If we’re in a rush and if the mood isright, of course. And now, in a matter of minutes, I was about to be sitting in front of my dream man over a romantic lunch… talking about all the things that we liked… holy shit. I needed to come prepared for this.
I tried to reach for my shorts where my phone sat in my back pocket, but I couldn’t get to them from the bath. Instead, I jumped out, quickly drying myself and wrapping myself up in a towel. Before I picked up what was left of my margarita, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and ran out to the bedroom where I sipped down the tequila and began Googling Blood Play.
The first article that came up was from fantasyandfun.com, that read everything that you need to know about blood play. My eyes scanned the words where a doctor mentioned it was a popular kink, and 9.5 percent of men were into it. Right, okay. Maybe should have been around this more. 9.5 seemed high. With the amount of sex that I had had in my life, I was surprised that this very situation hadn’t come up before. The article then went onto inform me that the slight smell, taste or sight of blood was found to be incredibly arousing by this 9.5 percent of men. But there wasn’t anything mentioned the act of causing the bleeding to happen. Which immediately eased any concern. If anything, this seemed… fun… something new to try? What was the worst that could happen. Now I wished that I hadn’t skipped the white sugar pills on my contraceptive pack this month. I wanted to make sure that there was no way that I was going to have my period while I was spending my timehere. Which was contradictory, knowing that I was trying to keep myself from having sex with him. I wasn’t even kidding myself; I knew how weak I was. Now I wished I was on my period. He would love me even more on my period and I was always so much hornier during that time of the month. The more I thought about it, the more fun that I thought this could be. This was my dream man, my absolute dream man, so what if he had a little blood fetish. If that was his biggest red flag, could deal with that.
I went to click more in depth into each popular fetish, not only preparing for any other things that he might think was… nice. I wanted to know if there was anything that seemed nice to me. Maybe there was something that I could find to bring to this table of niceness. I noticed the time on the corner of my phone. Shit. How long had I been in the bath for? I had to meet him back downstairs in ten minutes. I hoped this wasn’t a super fancy lunch. Because a whole new face of make-up after my flushed face bath was not going to happen now.
I just needed clothes. Right, clothes. Where did Jackie put them? She couldn’t have had a chance to unpack our bags yet. Someone else must have. Which made me wonder who it was, and what had they done with Lily? Maybe she was the fetish that I could tell Henry about. Maybe he would invite her in between us, a little threesome of some sort. God, I would love that. My eyes caught on the thin lines in the wall behind the piano, which must have been the cupboard. I jumped off the bed and instantly found the round button in the wall thatJackie had said to press. I stood back, pressing down on it. It lit up and the doors collapsed in on themselves, opening up, a voice spoke from the ceiling.
“Welcome, Miss Molly.”
“Holy Shit,” was all I could say back. I wasn’t speaking to Alexa, whoever I was speaking to, still had a polite woman’s voice, but it didn’t sound like Alexa or Google. The strange voice that echoed my name from the ceiling wasn’t the only thing that made me swear. It was the hidden wardrobe that had opened up and was half the size of this room.
I stood still as tears formed in my eyes, staring at the stunning room in front of me. I had seen this exact wardrobe many times. And by exact, I mean exact. This was literally one of my biggest dreams coming true. One of the very reasons that I moved to New York in the first place, and even though we were miles away from it right now, I felt like I was witnessing the very part that I dreamed of the most.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Miss Molly, I didn’t mean to shock you,” the voice said in surround sound stereo. I didn’t even bother looking for the speakers that were hidden everywhere within the walls. I couldn’t take my eyes off the wardrobe.
“No, you didn’t shock me. Well, you did, but it was mostly just this wardrobe,” I sighed. I still hadn’t taken a step forward. I would definitely be late for lunch. But we were on island time now and I wanted to take in every single little bit of this moment.
“Oh, you like the clothes that Jackie picked out for you?” the voice said.
“The clothes?” I sighed as I squinted, I noticed it, well at least I think I noticed it. Holy shit. This wasn’t real. It made no sense, why?
I stepped into the wardrobe, and here it was, my Carrie Bradshaw moment, walking through the very wardrobe that looked like an exact replica of what Big had built her in theSex and the Citymovie. Every single time I watched that, I imagined the day that I would have mine. My sister’s voice ran through my head as I eyed the wardrobe’s beauty:forever the dreamer. I was a dreamer for as long as I could remember and right now was the proof that if you dreamed for long enough, it really did pay off.
I knew that this one wasn’t specifically built for me, but it was incredible. I ran my fingers along the island in the middle of the brightly lit room, looked up at the various hanging garments, and I pulled out a long linen dress. Not only was this dress not mine… it…
“Oh, that one is one of my favorite pieces as well,” the voice said echoing through the wardrobe. “But wait until you see the shoes, and the jewellery.”
I was still trying to piece this moment together as I glanced back at the shelves and then noticed the shoes. Holy shit. Not just any shoes, but women’s shoes in my size. Gucci slides, sneakers. Oh my, classic black Louboutin’s. It was every brand,for every occasion. I picked one up and panicked, carefully placing it back as I shook my head.
“No, no, no this isn’t right. It doesn’t make sense, all of this, this isn’t for me. It can’t be.”
“Surprise, I hope you like it! I did help.”
