Arrogant Playboy(213)

“Dane, thank you so much for hosting this evening.” Margaret Hollingsworth floats up to my side, placing her hand on my shoulder. She has a mother’s touch and delivery of a ball-busting church elder’s wife. “We had a marvelous time. Do let us know if there’s anything you need from us.”

“You’re most welcome, Margaret. I have your number.”

We greet my leaving guests in a makeshift reception line, and after we’ve said the final goodbye of the evening, I turn to Bellamy.

“You’re quiet,” I say, eyeing the curved staircase that leads to the north wing of the estate. “Are you ready?”

Bellamy’s eyes close and slowly reopen before she releases a sweet sigh. “I’m ready.”

Caterers swirl around us, and the pianist packs up his sheet music. The cleaning crew sweeps, and spritzes, and runs about with bags of trash.

But right now, it’s just us.

No one else exists.

No one else matters.

I take her hand, leading her upstairs, and she trembles. Warmth radiates from her tender cheek the second I stroke my hand across it and cup her face. The moment we’re around the corner, I press her body against the closest wall and claim her mouth with mine.

Her tongue is champagne and velvet. The kiss is deep. Needy. I’m not sure who needs it more, but I’m not about to ruin this moment by giving two fucks. All that matters is this is happening.

I grab the back of her dress, yanking it apart in two pieces straight down the back. She gasps, pulling away from me for a second.

“I’ve been dying to do that to you.” I flash a crooked grin before smashing her lips once again. We let the dress fall to a heap on the hallway rug, and my hands slide down her back before cupping the underside of her cherry ass. She climbs me, her legs hooking around my hips, and I carry her to the last room at the end of the hall.

I kick the door shut with the bottom of my dress shoe and deposit Bellamy on the center of my four-poster bed. The lace lingerie she dons looks amazing, but I know for a fact, a naked Bellamy would look even better.

She kicks her heels off and pushes herself back against a mountain of pillows, her chest rising and falling as she watches me loosen my tie. I remove it with one fluid pull and work my buttons. My cock throbs, pressing against my pants and aching to be inside the beautiful ingénue who belongs only to me.

I’m not insensitive to the fact that this will be her first time knowing what a real cock feels like inside her. As much as I’d love to push her limits and fuck her seven ways from Sunday, I’m going to have to find some satisfactory middle ground.

“You’re on my bed, Bellamy, but I’m slightly confused as to why you’re not naked yet?” My pants fall to the floor, and I climb across the bed, delighting when I catch the faint scent of her arousal.

“Waiting for your command.”

“Good.” I reach toward her breasts, feeling the peaked nipple protruding from her lace bra. My palm rakes against it, pressing the fabric against her sensitive buds until her head falls back into the pillows. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

I pull away, reminding her I call the shots, and I’m still very much in control here. The drawer in the left bedside table contains a few items I intended to use tonight, so I reach across and slide it out.

Restraints. A blindfold. Some toys. A condom. Since it’s her first time, we’re going back to basics.

I slip the red satin blindfold over her eyes and graze my lips across hers just enough to tease her with the false promise of a kiss. Restricting her vision will make every touch, every lick, every graze, a thousand times more potent.

“Give me your wrists,” I say. She doesn’t hesitate, and she doesn’t say a single word as I secure the black straps to the bedposts and tighten them. “Ankles.”

Her shapely legs drag up the bed cover, finding my hands in the dimly lit room. After securing her to all four posts, I retrieve a feather tickler. I skim her full lips before softly dragging it down her neck between her breasts and swirling it over top of her mound.

“Would you like me to undress you all the way?” I offer.

“Yes,” she heaves. “Please. I’m ready.”

I yank her panties off, dragging them across her constricting belly before unhooking her bra. Her breasts react to the cool evening air, swollen and pert. My mouth takes a nipple, swirling and sucking before releasing it.

My fingers trail down her stomach again, and it caves in response. I stop at her mound, forcing her to wait a few extra seconds because I can, and then I slip a single finger between her wet folds.