"No," I'm quick to cut her off. I have my treasure, and I think she'd enjoy it. I pause as I realize I hadn't thought twice about whether or not it should be Dahlia. I can imagine how I'd tease her under the table. Yes. I have to remember cameras will be watching, but I'm going to enjoy myself.
"Thank you, Andrea. I'll have my reservations for this evening sent to you."
"No need, Mr. Stone. You're all set at the Ritz; a table's been reserved for you at any time you choose."
I huff a humorless laugh. "You pay us well, Mr. Stone," Andrea says. "I have faith in this plan."
I don't, but at least I have my treasure waiting for me.
Chapter 14
Dahlia
A shiver snakes down my limbs as my thighs tremble from exertion, my ass stuck high into the air. I've been waiting in this position for what feels like forever. It's a bit uncomfortable, but it's how he wants me. My sir. He's coming for me. And he expects me to be ready to take him. All of him.
My breathing becomes heavy, labored, as I keep my hands firmly planted against the lush mattress. I want to be perfect for him. I need to please him and make sure I obey. The only thing he's asked of me is to wait for him just like this. And I can do that. I did it yesterday.
My body trembles again, my ass trembling with a chill, my pussy clenching with insatiable need. Fuck. I can hardly wait.
Keeping myself balanced, I glance around the room. My clothes are in a neat pile on a chair in the corner, but Lucian isn't here yet. Where is he? I want him here now. Ravaging me. Dominating me for everything I'm worth.
I turn my head back toward the wall, concentrating on keeping my ass suspended in the air. I'll wait however long it takes for him to get here. I need him to see me like this the moment he walks in. My nipples pebble as I imagine him walking down the hall toward this master suite, dressed in one of his expensive business suits, his shirt unbuttoned, his tie loosened, looking sexy as fuck. Ready to fuck.
I let out a groan, my pussy clenching repeatedly on thin air, wishing his cock was there. Another groan escapes my lips as I imagine him behind me, fucking me mercilessly, his blunt nails digging into my hips as he thrusts harder and deeper.
I'm so horny, I have the overpowering urge to reach down and rub my pussy. But I know I'm not supposed to. I scissor my thighs, craving some friction. Just the tiniest bit. It's a battle, and I'm almost about to give in to the desire to touch myself, when I hear the sound of the door creaking open.
Relief flows through my abdomen as excitement causes my limbs to shudder. Yes.
I go perfectly still at the sound of Lucian's voice, keeping my ass right where he told me to.
"Treasure," I hear him growl behind me, his deep baritone filling the room and making my clit throb even more.
I tremble slightly, feeling my breath quickening. "Yes sir?" I ask breathlessly. Just being in his presence is such a huge turn-on, knowing what's to come. What he's going to do to me. My whole body has come alive with desire.
I hear the sound of his muted footsteps against the plush carpeting and I fight the urge to turn around to catch a glimpse of him. He hasn't given me permission.
The bed creaks as he gets on it and goosebumps rise along my skin, traveling from the base of my spine toward my shoulders and down my front. A second later I feel his hot breath on my ass cheeks and I know he's level with my ass, eyeing my glistening pussy. My heart begins to pound like a war drum, beating so hard that Lucian probably hears it.
I close my eyes in anticipation, my breathing ragged and shallow as I wait for him to bury his face in my pussy and then make me beg for more.
"I asked you to wait for me here and to be still, treasure," Lucian growls from behind me, his hot breath grazing my pussy and causing it to clench even harder. He puts a hand on either side of my ass and spreads me farther apart. My eyes widen, and my fingers dig into the mattress.
I buck forward slightly, the feel of his breath on me making me shiver uncontrollably. Oh my God. He's driving me crazy, and he knows it. Why won't he just put that mouth on my pussy and take me by force?
"I did, sir," I weakly protest. I'm practically trembling with exhaustion from holding this position for so long. For him.
"No, treasure," I hear him say as I feel his fingers lightly touch my mound, gliding along the slick, swollen flesh. I groan softly as I let his fingers dip inside and explore my sore walls. I feel a little discomfort that makes me wince, but it mixes in with the pleasure and I want more. Much more. My neck arches, and I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. "You didn't."
He doesn't give me more, though. I gasp as he pulls his fingers away and I instantly miss his touch.
The bed creaks as Lucian crawls off of it and walks over to the nightstand. I sneak a peek to the side. I can see him now, and he looks just like I imagined him; his shirt unbuttoned at the chest, his tie loosened. And he has a huge fucking bulge pressing against his expensive slacks, dying to be let out. My mouth waters at the sight.
I watch as Lucian walks over to the side of the room, messing with something in a drawer before standing in front of the whips and canes. Uh-oh. My heart begins pounding like a sledgehammer as I read Lucian's body language. He means business.
"You were supposed to be still, treasure," he growls ominously, "and for the last five minutes you have been anything but still." Moving slowly, deliberately, he picks up a riding crop. He walks back over to the bed, dragging out each step, his face an impenetrable mask. My heart flutters, knowing what's coming next as he moves out of view behind me.
The bed creaks again and then everything goes still. Silence. I strain my ears, listening for Lucian's breathing, but all I can make out is my heart pounding between my ears.
Smack!
I buck forward as pain stings my right ass cheek and a soft cry escapes my lips. Immediately, I feel Lucian probing my pussy, his finger lathered with a cooling gel. My eyes close from the soothing relief. But it's temporary.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I buck forward again, my head almost slamming into the headboard, crying out with pain and pleasure. Lucian continues to probe my pussy, my ass on fire from his brutal slaps. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. My body's alive with pleasure, wanting more but also wanting to get away. It takes everything in me to be good for him and obey. I have to stay still, but it's so fucking hard when my instincts are screaming at me to move.
"Are you going to listen, my treasure?"
"Yes," I say weakly, my limbs trembling with need, resisting the urge to angle my pussy as his fingers barely touch my throbbing clit. I'm so close.
Lucian strokes several fingers against my G-spot, nearly fisting me and causing me to gasp and white lights to dance in my vision. "Yes what?"
"Yes, sir!" I yell as my body threatens to fall over the high cliff of pleasure.
Smack! Smack!! The relentless smacks continue, and the pain turns to something else. Instead of moving away, I find my body eager for the next. Smack! Smack!
He slaps the riding crop against my ass again and I cry out once more. I feel pressure building inside of my core. I'm going to cum all over his fucking fingers if he keeps this up. My cheeks burn with embarrassment at how much I want his punishment. How much I crave and need it.
Suddenly, Lucian's hands are gone from my pussy and disappointment flows through my body. I was so close. I'm breathless, and my body weak with need and exhaustion.
"Your punishment is over," Lucian declares, making me even more upset. My heart tightens, and I find myself feeling unstable and weak. My ass hurts as he shifts his position.
I have the urge to protest, my lips parting, but nothing coming out. This was my punishment. I knew I should have been still. I should have controlled it. I close my eyes and try to ignore how upset I am.
"Thank you," I say, trying to keep my voice neutral and hide my disappointment.
"Thank you what?" he asks menacingly.
"Sir!" I say quickly. "Thank you, sir."
He's suddenly pressed against me, his breath hot on my neck. Behind me, I can feel his hard cock pressing up against my sore ass through his silk slacks. My pussy pulses in tandem with the blood that's pumping through his huge dick. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear, his hand snaking around my waist and up my chest to clamp down on a hard nipple. "Now when I tell you to be still, will you be still?"
I hold in a moan as he gently pinches my nipple to the point that a gasp is forced from me. The sensation is directly linked to my throbbing clit. And again I feel on edge. "Yes, sir," I whisper, immediately turned on again, and nodding my head.
He gently kisses my shoulder and strokes my back. "You will, treasure." He releases me and gets up off the bed and frustration laces through me. I feel cheated somewhat. I want him back.