Lila crosses to the bed letting the kimono slide from her body, and then sits on the end of the bed to face me. “Undress.”
Her word is not a request, but an order, and I do it, but not hurried. I will not jump to her command—wanting her or otherwise. As I unbutton my white dress shirt and pull it off, revealing my muscular physique and no bra, I watch her blue eyes darken with lust. “Do you like what you see?” I ask holding her look while reaching for my belt to slowly unfasten the buckle and pull it free.
“Oh yes,” she murmurs, and when I kick off my shoes before pushing my pants and briefs down over my firm thighs and calves until I am naked, her eyes widen. “Come closer.” When I do, she runs her hands up my thighs, her touch almost burning me I crave it so much. A quick slip with her thumb over my clit before moving up my abs makes me buck my hips. Another smile. “So perfect.”
I say nothing, waiting while my body hums with desire. The urge to push her back on the bed and ravish her is intense, but I force my body to remain in place. Barely. Especially as she slides back on the bed and then lies down stretching her arms over her head. With half-closed eyes filled with hunger, she looks at me. “Tie me up. Tight. So, I can’t possibly get free.”
My clit tightens at her command, the idea so arousing I am hardly able to breathe. It’s all I can do to keep in control, climbing onto the bed and straddling her while I take one of her wrists. It is slender and delicate, so I am careful not to bruise her, yet I hold it tightly, so she knows resistance is pointless. She will soon be helpless. Tying one wrist, then the next, I look down at her face and see the pulse at her throat leaping like a panicked deer. The urge to ask if she is okay tempts me, but I don’t. The loss of control is part of her fantasy. Instead, I slide down her body to tie her ankles. After another minute, she is entirely restrained. A sensation of sexual power rises in me, unlike anything I have ever felt. In my lovemaking, I always remain in control, but this is beyond that. When she opens her eyes to look into mine, I see Lila senses my change. When she bites her lip, I know she likes the shift. Very much. Yet, she will test it, too.
“There is a vibrator in the nightstand’s drawer. Get it.”
I smile but shake my head. “I think I’ll have that drink now instead.” Climbing off the bed, I look at her. Her chest rises and falls quickly lifting her breasts and tight nipples so erotically I nearly give in and obey. Still, a glance at her swollen lips between legs parted in an invitation and glistening with her wetness, and I know this is precisely what she wants from me. Not a goat, but a tiger. Going to the bar in the other room, I pour myself a finger of expensive bourbon. The strong drink will affect me, but somehow, I know it will only heighten my pleasure when I fuck her.
I carry it back with me, sit on the edge of the bed, and look into her face while I sip. Her eyes are full of want, and her lips parted waiting for my kiss. Letting the liquid play over my tongue, I lean over to put my mouth on hers. The taste of the bourbon on me makes her moan with pleasure and my clit twitches. Never have I experienced anything so erotic as when she opens her mouth to invite my tongue and relish the taste. Yet, when she tries to deepen the kiss, I pull back to tease her. When she lifts to kiss me more, I chuckle. “Not yet,” I tell her before enjoying the rest of my drink and setting down the glass. Then, in a swift move, I straddle her hips letting my body weight rest on her and making sure she feels my wetness low on her body. Our clits are nearly touching, and the heat between us makes me shiver. The need to grind down is intense, but again, I restrain myself and lean over to kiss her again. Her mouth is hungry for me, and our kiss is a battle of who wants the other more. With a gasp, I break away, and her entire body trembles.
“Please fuck me,” she whispers, and this time I can't refuse.
I reach to the nightstand to get the toy, bringing my nipple too close to her mouth, and she takes it with a long, hard tug. A bolt of electricity shoots straight to my center, and I nearly come before I pull free. “No you don’t,” I growl turning on the vibrator and sliding it down her body until it is between her legs. I wait holding the toy just close enough she senses the vibration but doesn’t quite feel it. “Is this what you want?”
Her hips buck trying to get to the sensation she knows is waiting, but I pull back. Lila whimpers. “Please,” she begs. It is precisely what I want to hear, her wanting me to fuck her desperately. In answer, I give her a taste and run the tip of the toy over her clit and down between her lips, before pushing inside just a little. A cry comes from her throat, and she starts to shake. “Deeper. Do it now.”
I start to thrust the shaft deep into her and feel her body mold around it, but then the need to share her orgasm overwhelms me. Taking the toy away, I replace the vibrator with two fingers. Sliding through her wetness until I am deep, curling the tips up to press against her, Lila responds by throwing her head back into the mattress and crying out. Wanting to make sure she remembers later I have been there, I push harder once, twice, and her body begins to shake. “Come to me,” I demand, and with a cry, she does. Riding my hand as I slide in and out, faster, harder, while she screams with ecstasy. I feel her pulsing and squeezing my fingers making the need in me too great to ignore. I touch myself, fingering my clit to the point of release. Together, we both cry out, melting. Only when I feel her body go limp do I slide out and move beside her. I notice her eyes are open and she is staring at the ceiling. Holding myself up on an elbow, I regard her expression, but cannot tell what she is thinking. Before I ask, she sighs.
“Never again, darling,” she says. “This is our one time. And no one can ever know.” I open my mouth, wanting to argue, wanting to tell her something this good cannot be enough, but suddenly I hear a chirping. Her phone is ringing on the nightstand. “Shit,” she says. “Answer it on speaker. That’s the billionaire’s tone. If I don’t answer, they will think something is wrong.”
I leap to do as she asks, and when it connects, she sounds surprisingly normal as she answers. “Hello,” she says. “Is everything okay?”
“You tell me,” comes a woman's deep voice. It is not Zena but someone I don't recognize. “I'm in the hall, at your door hoping those sounds are pleasure, not pain.”
I watch Lila squeeze her eyes shut, and dread clenches my chest. This is the worst thing to happen. We’ve been caught. Finally, she laughs, and I am more confused than ever. “Hello, Madison,” she replies. “Untie me Jael, and go let her in.”
10
Sitting in the living room of Lila’s suite, I watch as her friend, Madison, takes a tentative sip at the bourbon in her glass. She pauses to consider the taste, then smiles. “Not scotch, but after the shit flight we had coming over from the States, I’ll take it,” she declares. The ‘we’ she refers to is the gorgeous blonde woman, Claire, who sits perched on the arm of the plush chair where Madison relaxes. Even as awkward as the situation is, considering I was caught compromisingly with Lila, I cannot help but appreciate Claire. Attractive, yet also coming off as gracious as she did not bat an eye at my mishmash of attire—slacks, barefoot, a resort’s courtesy robe, and hair a mess. The woman is lovely, and the way Madison’s eyes keep coming back to look at her makes it clear she cannot get enough. Although Madison’s persona is cool and reserved, I am not fooled. She clearly adores Claire.