The VIP Room(159)

Blake lets out a low grunt. Pure desire. His hands find the edges of my panties, and he pulls them to my knees.

I step out of them. Somehow, I stay upright. No tripping in these heels. Good to know they're sturdy enough for this.

"You went through a lot today," he says.

I nod my agreement.

"I'm in charge now, Kat. All you need to do is feel."

My sex tightens. My stomach feels empty. My chest, too. I can handle doing. Being in charge too. But feeling is much harder.

It's on my tongue. Chess. It sounds stupid. I can't say that, and I certainly can't admit that I'm too scared to even try.

"You say that like it's easy," I say.

"You want to leave?" he asks.

"No."

"You want me to f*ck you."

God, yes. Inhale. "Yes."

"Do you want this?" He sinks his fingers into my hips. "Do you want me in control?"

I consider the question like my life depends on it. My heart is racing. My breath is catching in my throat. My entire body is humming with the most desperate desire I've ever felt. I want him, absolutely. No doubt about that. I want him any way he wants me.

"Yes." The only question, really, is if I can handle it.

He raises his voice. "Do you want me, Kat?"

"Yes."

"How?"

My mind goes blank. This is not my forte. "In your bed." I shift my back, so my ass is pressed against his crotch. He's hard again. Because of me. "Inside of me."

He nips at my ear. "I want to f*ck you until you scream."

I nod.

"Until you come so many times you lose track."

All breath leaves my body.

"Until you come so many times it hurts."

He turns me around so we're face to face. His cock presses against my sex. Those stupid slacks are in the way again. The things are pure evil.

"Is that what you want?" He stares into my eyes.

I swallow hard. "I want you. The rest of it, I've got no f*cking clue."

He deems my answer acceptable. "Come with me."

I follow him inside. He closes the door behind us, stopping to stare at me. He takes me in like I'm a painting hanging in a museum. He studies every inch of my body with wide-eyed appreciation.

His gaze meets mine. "Are you on birth control?"

"No," I say. "I don't date."

"I'll make you an appointment."

"I can handle it."

"I insist."

"I can take care of myself," I say. "And I don't need your doctor spying on me." My body curses my brain's objections. It would be easier to hold my tongue and release to the rest of the evening. The day was long. I have barely any fight left in me.

"No spying." He takes my hand. "I'll leave you her card. If you'd rather find your own doctor, do that."

"Okay."

"I'm clean. I'll send you the test results if you'd like."

"Okay."

He leads me into a bedroom. Not his from the looks of it. Everything is a little too clean, too warm, too feminine. The bed is dressed in grey cotton sheets. There's a soft chiffon curtain over the window. It's the same pale pink as my dress, the one out on the balcony.

Blake opens the drawer. "But, for tonight. We use this." He pulls out a condom. "Understand?"

"I'm not an idiot. I know what a condom is."

"Have you used one?"

My cheeks flush. "No."

"Sit on the bed."

I hesitate. My head thinks up all sorts of objections, but my body cuts through all of them.

His voice gets low. Rough. "Now."

I plant my ass on the bed. It's firm. One of those expensive foam mattresses. Palms flat behind me, I lean back. Blake's eyebrows raise ever so slightly. His gaze passes over me again.

"You are gorgeous." He reaches into the dresser and pulls out something black. "I've been thinking about getting inside you since the day we met."

"Really?"

"Desperately." He shuts the door behind us. Then the dresser drawer. "Lie down, arms above your head."

He moves towards me. The expression in his eyes commands me. I don't want to know the consequences for ignoring his request.

I shift onto my back.

"Hands by the headboard," he says.

I shift so I'm in position. It's quite the headboard. Perfect for sex, really. I can't imagine any other use.

I feel his weight first. His knees planted outside my thighs. His crotch against mine. He reaches for my hands and ties a length of black rope around them. Then he ties the rope to the railing of the headboard.

He tests the strength of the knot, tugging at it gently. His eyes find mine. "Okay?"

I nod.

"What's the safe word?"

"Chess."

"Good."

He slides his jacket off his shoulders. Then the tie. It's as slow as humanly possible. I shift back, testing my mobility. My legs are free. I can do whatever I want with them. My arms can move a few inches in any direction, but that's about it.

I crane my neck to look at Blake, but I can't manage much of a view. I can feel him though. The warmth of his body. The weight of him shifting the bed. The sound of his breath. He takes off his shirt. I know what that sounds like. Then there's a zipper. The bed shifts as he slips out of his pants.