"Not often, but whenever Tyson King mixes with the orchestra set, and I happen to be out schmoozing for donations."
She grinned and leaned back in her armchair, crossing her legs. "But you do it so well, Charles. And we so appreciate your efforts on our behalf."
He groaned. "It would go so much easier if I had a beautiful woman on my arm. One who wasn't half bad at the cello."
She shouted with laughter and hurled a pillow in his direction. She could tell he caught it, which was probably a good thing, considering her aim wasn’t the best. "I'm the best string you have, and don't you forget it, old man!" she settled back in her chair and pulled her legs under her to sit cross-legged. "Now tell me, what does this frightening Daniel guy do for Tyson King? I'm curious! I wonder if I've run into him in the building, like in the elevator or something." She shivered.
"He's King's head of security. I heard King hired him after Mercer saved his life. No doubt King offered him an obscene amount of money for the job."
Addison leaned her head back into the cushion and tried to picture what a man like that might look like. Was he big and scarred? Or was he handsome in a rugged sort of way? She could usually formulate some kind of picture in her mind of what a person looked like. She found herself curious to meet Daniel Mercer for herself now in a more formal way. He seemed… interesting.
"He must be really good at his job," she murmured with a yawn. "Or Mr. King wouldn't've given him the time of day, let alone bucketfuls of money to come work for him. I wonder what he's like?"
"What he's like," said Maestro firmly, "is not for a gentle young woman like yourself to wonder about. Now, its time for me to get back to Marilyn Monroe and for you to get some sleep so you don’t make my orchestra sound like crap come Monday."
Addison smiled and stood to show the Maestro out. He leaned down and gave her the customary good-bye peck on the lips. She was used to his quick, fatherly caress and gently closed the door and locked it behind him. She yawned and stretched, reaching for the light.
He itched to wrap his fingers around her neck. She stood in front of him, with her back to him, just inches from his body. Never, in recent memory had he been so consumed by such scalding fury. He could barely control himself. He'd stalked her down the hall after she'd closed the door on her precious Maestro. After the man had placed his lips against the softness of her skin, claiming the plush mouth that was to be his alone. If that had been his only infraction, the Maestro would still be a dead man. But he had been loose with his tongue, speaking freely of Daniel and his employer. Gossiping like an old woman, warning Addison away from him before she had even been properly introduced. Worst of all he had been present while she'd undressed.
Which was the reason he so badly wanted to wrap his fingers around her neck, shove her facedown over the counter and beat her ass until she understood that no man would ever watch her take her clothes off except him. The only thing stopping him was the fact that Addison wouldn't understand. He would be a faceless man, terrorizing her in her own home, for reasons unknown to her. Until he was able to calm the fuck down and introduce Addison to a few new realities in her life he would have to patient.
"Don't go breaking my heart!" Addison suddenly burst out, flinging her arms over her head, startling him.
He realized quickly she was singing, quite badly, for someone with the exceptional musical talent he'd witnessed earlier in the evening.
"Woohoo, nobody knows it!… When I was down, I was your clown, nobody knows it!" she sang as she danced around the room, easily sashaying around the furniture despite her inebriated state and blindness. He stared in astonishment, unsure if he should grab her before she made a mistake and slammed into something. "Right from the start, I gave you my heart, I gave you my heart..."
She began unbuttoning her shirt down the front. She grabbed the two sides of the white dress shirt, turned to face him and flung them open, baring her creamy skin, black bra and black stockings. "So don't go breaking my heart, I won't go breaking your heart, don't go breaking my heart."
She flung the shirt off, reached for the stockings and shimmied them down her thighs. She hopped around a little, breathlessly chanting a few more lines before yanking the hose completely off. Daniel stood a few feet away from her, taking in every inch of skin revealed to him in the dim glow of the city behind her. She hadn't bothered with curtains. It probably didn't occur to her that people from other buildings might be able to see her.
He clenched his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her. He'd wanted this woman for himself for months now, since she moved into the building and he started building a security portfolio on her. He wanted to teach her to obey him, to always submit to him. He wanted to discipline her, to dominate and torture her body until she screamed for him, came for him so hard she would never again think of other men.
Addison pulled down the straps of her padded bra, releasing breasts that looked to be somewhere between an A and B cup. They didn't quite fit with the flare of her hips and ass, making her more of a lush pear shape. Which worked for him. He was very much into her backside when it came to paying particular attention to Addison’s assets. His eyes burned as her bra dropped with a soft thud and she reached to hook her fingers into the elastic top of her black panties. Without particular flare, because she had no idea she had an audience, she wiggled them over the width of her hips, down her thighs and kicked them off.
She stood proudly naked before him. The city glow behind her was enough that he could make out the dark pink of her areolas and jutting nipples. Her pussy was tidy but unshaven. He moved soundlessly as she strode toward him, heading for the washroom. Once more, as she did in the elevator, she froze when she was standing right next to him. She stopped walking, gloriously naked, except for the long chestnut hair flowing down her body. She tilted her head to the side, toward him and inhaled as he had done so many times to her.
He was curious. Could she smell him? He never wore scents. It was a dead giveaway. But everyone had pheromones, and some people were more sensitive to them than others. Could she detect him? If so, then he would be forced to move up his plans for her. Just now, looking down at her nude body, he wasn't sure that was a bad idea.
Addison laughed.
She really was going crazy. Maybe living in the sightless world of her own head for the past twenty-eight years had finally driven her over the edge. What she needed was a release, the kind only Bugs could provide.
Still humming to herself she made her way to the bathroom for a quick rinse. She finished up by brushing her teeth and hair and then made her way into the bedroom. Reaching into the bedside table, she pulled her favourite vibrator, the ‘rabbit,' out of its bag and set it on the bed. Hopping up onto the plush mattress she wiggled until she was right in the middle and perfectly comfortable, leaned back against a stack of pillows.
She pressed the buttons until it was on her favourite setting and leaned back for a nice relaxing session with Bugs.
What. The. Fuck. Was. She. Doing?
She picked up a long, thick vibrating toy from beside her bed and began pressing buttons. He could tell from the light coming in her window that it was pink and, aside from the obvious penis attachment, it also had a smaller part curving out from it. She held it up in front of her face, as though she could see it. She stuck her tongue out and licked the damn thing from stem to tip. His heart stuttered in his chest, a response he thought combat training had desensitized him to years ago.
Then she slowly ran the thing down her body, vibrating it first against one puffy nipple and then against the other. Apparently the attention to her nipples was exactly right because she started moaning and spreading her legs at the knees. She lowered the vibrator down her curved belly while her other hand continued plucking at her sensitive nipples. Her moans of pleasure filled the air.
He knew the moment the vibrator found her clit because she let out a tiny scream and bounced against the bed as the shock went through her. She bit her lip and forced herself to take the jolt against the most sensitive part of her. Sweat broke out on his forehead and he had to shake his head to keep his concentration. He needed to take note. His girl liked a little bit of pain, which was going to help her deal with him a whole lot better.
“Oh god!” she moaned out loud when she began pressing the length of the vibrator into her pussy. It went about halfway in and then met with resistance. She panted and wiggled her hips against the mattress.
He gripped the doorknob of her bedroom door and squeezed with every ounce of longing he felt to stop himself from leaping onto the bed, tearing the vibrating toy out of her slim fingers and slamming himself into her instead. He wanted to fuck Addison more than he’d wanted anything, ever. Including his freedom from the North Korean work camp.
