Billionaire Blaze, page 24
Some women could fake it, but there was something about Kit that felt real. Her moans as I played with her, made her wait and teased her seemed genuine enough. And I was rock hard from enjoying toying with her. She was wonderfully responsive to my every touch and sensation, and her trust in me as I played with her made me want her even more.
I kept her on the edge, teasing her and toying with her all the way into the parking lot underneath my apartment block. By the time I got there, her eyes were hazy, and she was more than a little eager for me to keep going. She let out a whimper of frustration as I pulled my hand out of her panties and shut off the engine.
“Be good now and cover yourself back up. We’re not done. Not by a long way.”
At first she didn’t move, but I wanted to see how well she handled my command even in the state I’d put her into. I didn’t expect her to find it easy or be fully calm, but there would be plenty of cuddles and kisses to reward and reassure her soon.
I slowly made my way around the car to her door and opened it for her. She was still struggling with her pants when I pulled it open, but she finished and I helped her out. I pulled her into my arms and held her for a moment, letting her calm against me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, wanting to keep reaffirming her. “Are you okay so far?”
She nodded, looking up at me with her big eyes. Already her body was recovering, and I gave her several tender kisses, wanting to remind her she was safe and I cared about her. This had to be done properly if I was going to get the best out of her.
“You’re doing really well. I’d like to take you up to the apartment now.” I took her hand and led her toward the elevator. She came willingly enough, but there was still a hint of trepidation about her. I didn’t relieve it this time. Although I didn’t want her to feel too nervous, I didn’t want to take it away entirely.
A little anxiety and then finding she could trust me anyway would make it easier for her to not feel anxious another time. It was all about the long-term progress, not any one moment. And I wanted her around for a long time.
I wrapped my arms around her in the elevator again and pulled her close. This time, she smiled at me and leaned in, eager for the kisses. I was rougher, more needy, pulling her body tighter against mine so she could feel my need and desire for her.
I wanted her, but I would be as restrained with myself as I was with her. How could I control someone else with care and precision if I couldn’t control myself?
The elevator took too long, even for me, but I focused on the warmth of having her close. She was hot and needy as well, beginning to get bold enough to push herself against me.
As soon as the doors slid open, I pulled back and took her hand again. I didn’t give her a chance to react before I pulled her toward the apartment and unlocked it.
We bypassed the living room and kitchen and went straight for the master bedroom. As soon as I had her inside and the door closed, I brought her close again. She reached for my clothing, wanting it off me, but I stopped her hands.
“No. Not yet. Remember, I’m in control, and I will do this at my pace. You will wait.” I was gentle for now, establishing the rules, reminding her of them in some ways and making sure she understood in others.
She inhaled and held it a moment, still not speaking, and I kissed her again. I backed her up toward the bed, wanting her a little closer to it, and reached for her clothing again. I wanted all of it off and to have her naked before me. Yielding to me, she let me move across her body, my fingers far more deft with her clothing than hers seemed to be.
It wasn’t long before she stood there in her bra and panties, and I took a moment to admire the lacy black number. She had definitely prepared for the possibility that I would want to devour her, and there was no way she could have known this was coming.
I removed these last two pieces of clothing more slowly, kissing her skin as I revealed it, running my hands gently over her. As I ran my hands over her breasts, she gasped but I kept going.
By the time she was naked, she looked more self-conscious, some of her nerves creeping back in. I left her there for just a second and walked over to the nearest chest of drawers. She knew this was where I kept some of the toys, but I hadn’t shown her inside yet.
I considered everything inside for a moment and lifted a set of the soft leather cuffs and a matching blindfold. I would come back for anything else I wanted once I had her in position and had taken her out of her own head a little.
Her eyes fixed on the blindfold. I’d restrained her a few times before, and I knew she would be all right with that part.
“Can you still trust me?” I asked, wanting to be sure I had her consent.
She nodded.
“And you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, I do,” she replied, looking up at me with more warmth. It was all I needed to hear to proceed and know she wanted it enough.
I slipped the blindfold on over her head, covering her eyes deftly and making sure she couldn’t see, then I took her in my arms and laid her on the bed, leaning over her. Her breasts brushed up against my chest, her nipples hard nubs. She sucked in her breath again.
I quickly restrained her hands, linking the cuffs behind the bed struts. She wasn’t going anywhere. Now, it was time for me to devour her.
She lay before me, almost serene, but I was sure her heart was racing in anticipation. Slowly I got onto the bed with her, still dressed, still in full control. I was going to cum first, but neither of us would be doing so until I had enjoyed teasing her body and pushing her a little. I ran my fingers slowly over her skin, starting on one side of the neck and trailing down her arm to her fingers, then back up again on the inside.
Her body quivered where I touched, and goosebumps broke out on her skin, but I took my time. Her legs were parted enough that I could see how wet she was getting. At the same time, I was getting harder again. Still, I wasn’t going to remove my clothing and take her. Not yet.
Once I had traced every limb with my fingers, I did the same with my kisses, following the path my fingers had, avoiding her more sensitive and intimate areas for now. I would get to those, but not until she was desperate for me to do so.
As soon as I’d kissed every inch of her, I shifted off the bed again and went to the open drawer. It was time to take things up a notch.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Kit
It felt strange to be tied up and blindfolded, but I was also surprisingly calm. It was as if all I could do was think about what I could hear and feel. Lukas was taking his time, arousing me in every way, and the gentleness calmed me at the same time as it made me want him.
I knew I was wet and hot, hungry for him, but I didn’t know much of what he had planned. All I knew was that he had promised to reward me if I saw it through, and that alone had me horny for him.
So far, every experience in the bedroom with Lukas had been eye-opening but also mind-blowing. And while I had no idea what to expect from him next, I knew I trusted him.
I had heard him move over to one side of me after he got off the bed, but nothing since, and each second that ticked by while I was so vulnerable and exposed to him felt like an eternity with only one of my senses to rely on.
Eventually, I heard the sound of the drawer shutting with a dull thunk, and then Lukas came back over to me. Almost immediately, something tickled my skin, cold and strange as it ran up my arm. I shivered, feeling it in a way I hadn’t expected to.
It felt as if it might be some sort of multi-stranded object, each strand cold and thin, and eventually, I realized it was a sort of whip.
“I thought you said you weren’t into causing pain?” I asked, hesitant.
“I’m not, exactly, but a little pain can be a pleasure. Or make the pleasure more…noticeable.” As Lukas spoke, he flicked the whip slightly. There was a very brief sting, soothed away as he stroked the strands over the same spot.
After moving to a new patch of skin off my arm and onto my torso, he struck again. Although it seemed the same force, the ends flicked across my breast and stung even more. I exhaled through my teeth, not sure if I was enjoying this. Again, he soothed my skin, this time with gentle strokes of his fingers.
I sucked my breath back in again, enjoying the sensation of him stroking around my nipple. If I had been wet before, I was dripping now. Something about the pleasure that followed was even better, just as Lukas had said it would be.
He did the same to other parts of my body, first somewhere less painful, like my arms and legs, and then moving toward intimate and more delicate parts of me, the inside of my thighs, and even once my pussy. All I could do was let it happen.
Now and then, he stopped entirely and ran just his fingers over me, brushing across my nipples and then down between my legs. The third time he did this, he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned as he rubbed against my G-spot, eager for him to continue getting me off, but he sped up only to slow down again every time I got close to any kind of orgasm.
When he slowed yet again, I let out a whimper. He chuckled.
“All in good time, sweets. I told you. I’m going to enjoy you first tonight. But be a good girl and let me play and you’ll have your reward.” The last part sounded more like a threat, his voice getting lower and more intense as he spoke. I shuddered, so eager and hungry I was pretty sure he could have done anything he wanted to me and I’d have said yes and begged him for more.
He sped up again as soon as he finished speaking, but this time as I got close, he stopped entirely, and the whip struck my pussy. The sharp pain cut the pleasure dead and increased my frustration even more.
I heard his belt and zipper a few seconds later as he finally removed his clothing. I felt him shift between my legs, and then I could feel his skin against mine and his hard cock at my opening. I shifted my hips, wanting him inside me, and he chuckled again.
“Very eager, sweets. Do you want me in you?”
My voice wouldn’t work, nothing but a groan coming out as I nodded. He ran the tip of his cock around my opening, sliding in slightly and then pulling out again. It was controlled and even more of a tease. I pulled on the restraints, frustration growing in me. I wanted him to take me. I wanted it so bad I couldn’t think straight.
Slowly, he gave me what I wanted, sliding deep inside me. He paused there, letting out a moan of his own. It was only then that I got an appreciation for how much he had been teasing himself and how aroused he was.
As he thrust into me, he pushed hard and deep, taking his time. He barely increased the pace, giving me all of him and making me feel as if he might split me in two. I bucked my hips in time with him, wanting more and wanting it deep.
It didn’t take him long to enjoy me, finally speeding up before he hit his peak with a cry. For a moment, he paused inside me, having frustrated me even further, getting me close but still not finishing me off. I could hear him panting, his mouth close to my ear and his body hot over mine.
I shifted my hips again, so eager for my release that I thought I might scream. He kissed my neck as he slowly trailed his fingers over my skin again. This was maddening, and I whimpered.
“Would you like me to make you cum now, sweets?” he asked, delight in his voice as his breathing returned to normal. He lifted off me slightly, kissing my neck some more and moving lower again.
“Yes,” I managed to squeak out. “God, yes.”
“Ask me nicely,” he whispered, kissing one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He then kissed the other. I gasped, so sensitive now that it stopped me from being able to think.
“Please,” I replied as soon as I could. “Please, let me cum.”
“How badly do you want it?” He kissed even lower, making a trail, but he wouldn’t go all the way, pausing at the top of my pussy.
“I want it. God, please, let me finish.”
Finally, he slid his fingers inside me again, rubbing against my insides right away. I moaned as he reached up with his thumb and rubbed my clit at the same time. Almost instantly, I orgasmed, but he stopped and slowed again, teasing me even more. He repeated the cycle, slowing and speeding up, slowing and speeding up, until I lost all sense of time.
I tried to beg him to let me cum again, but no words would come out. All I could do was moan and writhe, restrained and at his mercy.
Without warning, he picked up the pace, finally tipping me over the edge into oblivion. A loud groan tore itself from my lungs, waves of pleasure hitting me and sweeping me away. By the time I was aware of anything again, he had slipped his fingers out of me and shifted up the bed to my side.
His warm body cozied up to me as he pulled me against him. I was still tied and blindfolded, but I instantly felt warm and safe, coming down from the most amazing orgasm while wrapped in the arms of the man who had given it to me.
Now and then, he kissed my neck and shoulder, stroking my skin and holding me. I relaxed against him, feeling spent but amazing. He really did know what he was doing.
“Feel good?” he asked, breaking the silence before I could fall asleep.
“Wonderful,” I replied, not a bit of it a lie.
“Good, because after that, I think you deserve another.” Lukas kissed my cheek again before rolling me onto my back. Before I could protest, he was spreading my thighs again and running his hands over my body.
I wouldn’t have expected to have the energy for another round, but his touch and the expert way he worked down my body again soon had me getting hot and wet all over again. He didn’t spend any time with the whip this time, instead lavishing kisses and deft strokes all over my more sensitive parts, working his way to my nipples first and then down to my pussy.
He teased me again, building me up as before, two fingers inside me and his thumb and mouth outside on my clit, taking me higher just to slow and let me cool again. Within minutes, I was a quivering mess once more, eager for him to finish me off.
This time, he didn’t hold out on me for so long but gave me another release, somehow even more intense than before. As before, he soon wrapped his arms around me, cradling my body into his as I pulsed with passion and the afterburn of everything he’d done to me.
“Well done, sweets,” he whispered in my ear. “You were perfect.”
I snuggled back into him as he finally reached up and undid the wrist restraints. He gently removed the blindfold, and I blinked at the brightness of the room for a moment before he flicked the lights off and pulled the covers over us.
Feeling buzzed, adored, and highly content, I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Time was passing so fast on the project that I only realized it had been two weeks since I had spoken to any of my friends and family back in the UK when I handed the last of the kids’ kits I’d made to Sarai.
While I had been finishing the interior designs of yet more of the huts and scouring the antiques shops and markets, I’d had to go further and further out as the resources close to our location on the south edge of Chicago dried up of anything I liked. It had made everything take longer, and I’d worked harder.
I’d barely seen Lukas since the night he’d taken me out to celebrate and done all sorts to my body afterward. But it wasn’t for lack of wanting to. I craved every moment with him in a way I never thought I could. And our moments had been hot, his desire for me only matched by my desire for him.
Still, we had jobs to do, and this project was a beast to keep on track and on time. It was proving harder and harder. Even Sarai and Richard had been working later and going out less.
“Oh, you star,” Sarai said when she saw the stack of folders I had created. With it all was a thumb drive, every document, puzzle, and piece of paper saved in electronic form and labeled by hut number and style to make sure it could easily be replicated again and again for every customer who needed it.
I exhaled with relief and sat at the spare office desk. I’d used it a few times in the last few weeks, especially in the evenings when the stores had been closed and I’d been working on these, but it was clear now. I was done. Other than any changes Richard and Sarai wanted, I would hopefully never see them again.
When I had done the first few to help explain some of my choices in the African-themed huts, I hadn’t considered how much work it would be to replicate it for all of them. It had devoured hours and hours of my time. Still, it was finished, and I had just about managed to stay on top of the rest of the work needed.
“You look exhausted, my dear. Let me get you a cup of tea.” Sarai smiled and bustled over to the small kitchenette in the corner of the site office. I considered getting up to protest, but I knew Sarai. She wouldn’t have it.
It didn’t matter that she was in charge. If she decided she needed to do something to help, she was going to do it. And I had to admit, I was grateful.
“We’ve all been working very hard.” Richard got up, went over to one of the cupboards, and pulled out a cookie jar. I grinned as he brought it over to me and offered me the contents. It was always a warm welcome from these two.
Sarai glanced back over her shoulder as she set three mugs on the side. “There’s a lot to do, and we hired the right people.”
I couldn’t disagree with her. From everything I had heard of building projects, I had expected a lot more of a scope creep. It was insane how well they’d managed to keep focused and keep everyone motivated. It seemed to help that everyone wanted to work as a team.
A familiar car noise came from the parking lot, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. My heart raced as I listened for the sound of footsteps and how many there might be. Lukas had been to the site several times since Henry had been unkind, and only once had his PA come with him, but from my understanding, both were due to check in today and sign off a few more huts.
I didn’t know if Lukas would come into the site office first, as he usually did, or head straight out to the huts, as he did when he had Henry with him these days. I wanted to see Lukas, but I didn’t particularly want to bump into his PA at all.
