“Oh!” she’d gasped out, as if she wasn’t expecting me. Shehadbeen expecting me. I could sense it and threw propriety out the window. I’d encircled her with my arms. Her breasts, when my hands cupped them, had been tipped with hardening peaks. I’d walked forward with such force I’d shoved her straight up against a brick wall. She’d stiffened against me. She was pressed between my hard body and the rough surface of the cool bricks.
“Why are you avoiding me?” I’d whispered hoarsely into the shell of her ear. She’d shuddered and dropped her head to the side. I’d grasped her jaw in my hand and twisted her face up to mine. It put her face at an uncomfortable angle, but I didn’t care. She deserved to be a little uncomfortable. She’d taunted me.
Her navy eyes were wide.
“I…” she began. There’d been no chance to continue. I’d clamped my lips over hers and sucked the words out with her breath. By the time I raised my head, her chest was heaving. I dropped a hand to the hem of her skirt and tugged it up. The lean lines of her thighs and flanks were exposed to my explorations. She didn’t resist. Instead, she arched her back and widened her stance.
A pair of satin panties posed no barrier to my marauding fingertips. I’d slipped the fabric aside and shoved my middle deep into her pussy. She’d been dripping. A fact we both enjoyed when I raised my gleaming finger to her lips. I traced the line of her mouth with her own juices. Her tongue flicked out and licked it while I watched. When she moaned low in her throat, I stepped back and away from her.
I could see she was surprised. Perhaps she’d expected me to fuck her then and there. Her thighs were still spread wide when I turned and walked away. I didn’t give her the satisfaction.
“Call me back,” I’d said softly over my shoulder as I left, my voice a silken threat.
Now she was calling, and I smiled. It hadn’t been the first call either. She’d phoned three times that morning and I’d ignored each one. Now, I took my time in picking up the phone. I didn’t respond with the usual pleasantries either. I could tell she was unsettled when she met silence on the other end of the line.
“Is that Prince?” she asked.
“What do you want, Angelique?” I asked, as if I didn’t know.
“I…” she began, then trailed off. This was a woman who was accustomed to being fawned over. I’d made the mistake of fitting right into that mold. Now things had changed, and I could feel the balance of power shifting. When I didn’t fill the silence, I could sense her stumbling for words.
“You told me to call,” she said eventually.
“Yes, I did,” I replied. “So, what do you want?” I wanted to grin at how uncomfortable she clearly was. She’d kept me waiting for weeks. There was no way I was making this easier for her.
“You told me to call,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” I said. “You know how to follow instructions.”
I could hear her swallowing hard. That made me want to grin too.
“So… You wanted to go out?” she said hesitantly.
“Yeah,” I said. “But that was then. Things have changed.”
“Changed?” she asked. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you tonight,” I said coolly. “Come to my apartment at 8 pm. My secretary will give you the address.”
“Um… Okay,” she replied. I could sense her thinking this through.
“And Angelique,” I continued. “Don’t bother with underwear.” I heard her inhale a moment before I set down the phone.
∞∞∞
The tap on the door at 8 pm sharp told me I’d got the message across.
“It’s open,” I called out. A sliver of light from the hallway illuminated the entrance of my apartment. I’d turned off the lights and was standing in the living area. I was surrounded by the double volume windows that gave panoramic views out over Manhattan. A glittering blanket of city lights sparkled beyond. It was beautiful. And so was the woman who was walking tentatively toward me. Dressed in a clingy white dress, she looked as if she’d been touched by the moon.
“Hey,” she said softly. I didn’t respond. I stood silently, waiting until she reached me. I’d showered after work and my hair was still damp. I’d pulled on a pair of black sweatpants but left my chest bare. I saw her swallow hard as she ran her eyes over my torso. I had no doubt she liked what she saw. Chiseled and sculpted, there was nothing not to like.
“I didn’t know…” she started, then let her words die off. For a moment we stared at each other.
“Do you like the view?” I asked, not hinting if I meant the scene through the window or the sight of my half-naked body.
“Uh…yes,” she answered, flicking her eyes over my shoulder before returning her stare to my chest. I smirked. She half-smiled back. It was an expression that turned to shock as I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around before me. Suddenly she was pressed up against one of the tall windows. The cool glass was against her chest, my body hot behind her. It was a replay of those moments in the hall at the cocktail party. I could tell she was thinking about it too.
When I reached down her thighs and trailed my hand up under her dress, I heard her whimper. She splayed her hands flat against the glass and turned her cheek against it. When my hand slid between her thighs, I felt the bare female flesh nestled there.
