Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark #3.5)(16)

A small part of me was jealous. A large part of me wanted to rip her off him and drag her into the dark. But I controlled my urges and relaxed as she reached his chin and announced, “You’re out, Franco.”

“Fuck.” He chuckled, pecking her on the cheek. “So much for lasting the longest.” He drifted off to Suzette. Grabbing her hand, he waved at those of us who could see. Pointing at the ceiling, he mimicked going to sleep.

I didn’t believe he had any intention of sleeping straightaway, but I let them retire with a curt nod.

The room grew quiet and heavy as they vanished. Tess circumnavigated slowly, searching for her next victim.

Come this way, esclave. I’ll teach you what happens when you find me in the dark.

Frederick and Angelique managed to stay out of her way, smothering their laughter and daring each other to dash forward and push my wife.

I slouched against the wall, finishing my whiskey and rearranging my erection as Tess moved so beautifully.

Again and again, Tess was bluffed, unable to catch the two trouble makers. My CEO and his wife turned into sniggering children with far too much booze in their blood.

The game could go on all night, and she would never catch them.

That’s not going to f*cking happen.

I wanted her. I needed her.

I wouldn’t wait any longer.

Moving forward silently, I tapped my best friend on his shoulder.

Frederick met my eyes with a question.

Cocking my head at the exit, I mouthed, “Leave. See you in the morning.” Pointing at Angelique, I whispered, “Take her with you.”

For a second, he looked as if he’d refuse. Then a knowing smirk twisted his lips.

Nodding once, Frederick carefully padded past Tess with her fumbling steps and wrapped Angelique in a hug. Together, they tiptoed from the fire-warmed room leaving Tess smiling and doing her best to navigate the foreign space.

The moment they’d left, I let my inhibitions free; I loosened the bars on my cage and grabbed my hard cock, basking in the knowledge I had Tess exactly where I wanted her.

I could tire her out by following her and never letting her hear me.

I could stalk her. Push her. Slam her against the wall and f*ck her.

But I wouldn’t.

Because I wanted to tease her first.

Depositing my empty whiskey glass on the sideboard, I moved. Holding my breath, whispering with silence as I’d done for so many years, I reached out and pushed between her shoulder blades.

My skin sparked from touching her.

My stomach clenched with desire to take her.

She was blindfolded but not bound.

I’d rectify that before the night was through.

She stumbled forward with a laugh. “All right, who did that?” Spinning, her arms flailed, doing their best to catch me.

I parried backward, keeping my feet light.

She didn’t succeed in touching me, only the wind left in my wake.

Her lips pursed as she tottered forward, searching for my cage. “Q?”

Come to me, pretty Tess.

My heart pounded as I prowled around the room and came up behind her again.

And pushed.

You’re mine.

This time, she didn’t yield, forcing herself into the push and spinning fast.

A bit too fast.

I jumped back silently; a little closer to being caught.

Well played, wife.

I’d have to punish her for that.

Leaving her alone on the carpet for a few minutes, I followed as she gave up waiting for me to push her again and moved forward gingerly. Holding my breath, I slinked behind her, hand outstretched.

With nimble fingers, I grabbed the zipper on her spine. The dress she wore clung to her skin, but I slid the metal teeth down and down, so gentle and light, she didn’t feel the change in pressure.

Her snowy skin revealed inch by inch.

My lungs burned to breathe, and my cock strained against my own zipper to go to her. Be with her. Claim her right on the f*cking hearth in this vast unknown castle.

Straightening her shoulders, Tess drifted on.

I moved with her.

My fingers never let go of the zipper, turning her dress from full garment into quickly fanning pieces of material.

Another few steps before the zip reached the base of her spine.

The neckline gaped.

Tess slammed to a stop, her hands flying up, finally feeling the loosening. With a gasp, she was forced to catch the soft dress as it gave up trying to stay upright.

“What on earth?” Reaching behind her with one hand, she found the half-undone garment.

I stepped back, smothering my grin.

Her voice was taut. “Who did that?”

I stayed silent, gritting my teeth at the swell of her just visible ass as the dress sighed around her arms. Her breasts peeked above the neckline, but her embrace kept her decency covered.

I loved the f*cking tease of her body.

But I wanted her naked.

I wanted her panting and wet and begging.

I wanted my scissors so I could slice off every last shred of material and touch every inch that was mine.

Tess did her best to refasten the zipper, but it wasn’t a one person job. Quickly giving up, she huffed with frustration and dawdled forward. One arm clutched her modesty while the other stayed outstretched as a buffer for any obstacles.

Silly esclave.

The only obstacle I’d let her run into was me.