I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. Tonight is going to be special. I’m expecting huge rewards. xoxo
Smirking, I ponder my reply. Since Thailand, our pre-date routine has become a string of spicy messages. It’s amazing foreplay to our late-night shenanigans. Every image sent, a promise of what’s to come.
Sex with him keeps getting better. He’s attentive, stalking my body for clues about what I enjoy and what I don’t. His focus is endearing. It makes me feel wanted, not tolerated. Important, without being a hindrance. Chosen by him for who I am.
I have major expectations, Mr. Harley. You’ve set the bar high in our previous meetings. xoxo
My phone lights up almost immediately with his reply.
I’d much rather have a bar spreading your legs. It could be arranged. xoxo
The burn rages low in my belly, the kind that steals your breath. The idea of my legs being held apart, his mouth eating me, and there being nothing I can do to relieve the tension except come, is erotic. I close my eyes, imagining the scenario.
Yes, that is something I want to experience being at his complete mercy. Shackled, wide open for him to do as he pleases with me.
Add it to the “To Do” list. xoxo
Already added and scheduled. See you in an hour, sweetheart. xoxo
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I’ve reapplied the racy red lipstick multiple times since pulling my fitted dress over my hips. My eyes are dark with lashings of mascara. A thin silver line edges the lid, extending in a cat’s eye beyond. My holiday glow is still there—just. It makes me feel like a woman put together, not the one who’s been holding on by a thread for years.
The deep V-shape of the neckline accentuates the roundness of my breasts, pushed up as high as they can go. Sheer stockings disappear below the hemline. My choice to go commando will be a pleasant surprise for him later.
The front door opens as I slip on my killer heels. It’s serious: I gave him a key.
Ivan appears; he fills my bedroom doorway. Those blazing-blue eyes lock on mine.
“Good evening, sweetheart,” he says. “Am I allowed to sample the merchandise?” He’s beside me in three strides, takes my face between his hands, planting his lips on mine.
“My lipstick,” I mumble as my blood heats.
“Fuck your lipstick. You’re lucky I’m not bending you over here and now, looking like that.”
He kisses me again, conquering my mouth. His tongue sweeps across, touching everywhere, consuming me. He pulls back, and I stand there, breathless and aroused.
My eyes meet my reflection in the mirror. A bright red smudge on my flawless skin. Without a word, I take a washcloth and remove the mess before reapplying to perfection. He watches on. Silent, but captivating.
“We better go,” he whispers, “before I rip your dress to shreds. Your tits look incredible. I’ll need to control myself at dinner.”
Hungry eyes drop to my breasts. I run my fingers over the telltale bulge in his trousers. The sound that squeezes past his lips is nothing but need. I squeeze, then let go.
“That is the most stimulating sound in the world,” I whisper sexily. “It sounds even better when you make it as I ride you.” His eyes burn as he steps toward me. I move back and wag my finger. “Not until after you’ve fed me. You promised me a special night, remember?”
“Fuck’s sake, let’s go,” he snarls, taking my hand and leading me from the room.
I snatch my jacket from the back of the sofa as we pass. As I wriggle into it, I let go of his hand. His head snaps round with a scowl.
“I need to be touching you, Amy. Your body needs to be connected to mine. When there is space between us, I feel unfinished.”
“Are you becoming clingy, Mr. Harley? What happened to the hard-nosed businessman I met?”
“He fell in love,” he whispers.
Everything spins, my world tilting on its axis. My eyes lock on the white UPVC of my door, a feeble attempt to center myself. Thrill skitters over my skin, every nerve on edge, caught somewhere between ecstasy and fear.
“You love me?” My voice cracks. Something bursts in my rib cage, thudding hard against the bone. All the hope and tension I’ve been holding onto twist together; this could be the admission that breaks me all over again. He loves me.
