She turned around with a smile on her face, but then her eyes widened when she saw that it wasn’t him, but Ryan Blair who stood before her.
“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked.
She nodded, not wanting to speak. Her voice would surely give her away.
“Are you here with someone?”
She shook her head. That’s when Mr. Lawrence appeared with her drink.
“Oh, Ryan. Do you know Cindy?” he said as he handed her the frosty glass.
She took a long sip, trying to quell her nervousness.
“No.” Mr. Blair took her hand and pressed it to his lips, sending heated tremors through her entire body. “My pleasure.”
Then his gaze shifted to Mr. Lawrence and the man nearly stepped back at the possessive this-one’s-mine glint in Mr. Blair’s eyes.
“I think Turner was looking for you,” he said to Mr. Lawrence.
“Really? If you’ll excuse me, I should go find him.”
“Of course,” Mr. Blair said.
Mr. Lawrence glanced apologetically at Kali and she nodded. He turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving her alone with Mr. Blair. She took another sip of her drink, eyeing him nervously. Did he know who she was? If he did, he gave no indication.
“Would you like to dance?” He held out his hand.
She stared at it for a moment, then finally rested her hand on his. The physical contact threw her totally off balance, tingles dancing through her, and when his fingers closed around hers, heated awareness flickered through her.
She took a last sip of her drink and placed it on a passing waiter’s tray as Mr. Blair led her to the dance floor. Before she knew it, his arms swept around her and her body pressed close to his as he swirled her around the floor. The soft wool of his jacket brushed against the naked swell of her breasts and her nipples hardened at the contact.
She breathed in his spicy male scent, sending her heart fluttering. He was so big, so utterly masculine.
“So Cindy,” he murmured against her ear, his breath sending goose bumps dancing across her neck. “You’re dressed as a sub. Does that mean you enjoy being dominated?”
She lifted her head in surprise at his brashness, but froze when faced with his charming smile. Her heart pounded in her chest and she wanted…no needed… so badly to have more than this brief contact. She yearned to live out her fantasy of being with him. Even just once.
He still stared at her expectantly and she knew he was waiting for an answer. At a loss, she just nodded.
His smile spread wider. He turned her around, then rested his hands on her shoulders and guided her from the floor, walking behind her. Once they were off the dance floor, he leaned in close, his lips near her ear.
“Come with me.”
His words, spoken in that deep, silky voice, were like a siren’s call. She could no more resist them than she could resist breathing.
He took her hand and she followed him from the crowded room, then up the stairs to a hallway. When they reached the end, he opened a door and led her into a room. It was a cozy suite with heavy draperies over the window, a king-sized four poster bed in dark wood, and a sitting area with a couch and two armchairs.
As soon as he closed the door, he took her hand and drew her close. His arms wrapped around her and his hand flattened on her back, holding her tight to his body. She gazed up into his granite eyes.
Then his lips brushed against her jaw, nuzzling lightly, and her whole world imploded. His mouth captured hers and his tongue dipped between her lips, gliding inside with quiet authority. He stroked her tongue and she quivered in his arms, melting against him.
“I want you.” He nipped her earlobe. “And I’m used to getting what I want.”
Her breath caught.
His finger trailed along the edge of her mask and dipped under it as if he were going to peel it away. She stiffened and he laughed.
“As I thought. You wear this sexy, fuck-me outfit because you have the courage of anonymity. You don’t want me to remove your mask, do you?”
She shook her head adamantly.
“Good. You’ll be my mystery woman. I won’t know your name or what you look like, but you will obey my commands.” He smiled, his dark eyes glittering. “You will do everything I say without question.”
She peered at him as a shiver raced through her. God, this couldn’t be happening.
“And you will stay silent. Only speak if you change your mind and want to stop, but if you do, this is over. Do you understand?”
She nodded, excitement skittering through her. God, this was perfect. She could be with him without him realizing who she was.
His mouth found hers again and she melted against him.
She couldn’t believe it. After all her fantasizing…and her hot dreams of being with him… Ryan Blair, the man she’d longed for ever since she’d started working for him six months ago, was kissing her. And he was going to touch her.
God, he was going to fuck her.
She had longed for this moment, and had been sure it would never happen, but now…
Butterflies fluttered through her stomach as his arms tightened. Then she felt his hard, solid cock against her belly and it became more real than she was ready for. She gasped and stepped back. Or at least, tried to, but his arms held her tight.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.” His hand cupped her ass and he pulled her closer, his cock cradled against her melting mound. “I want you and I don’t intend to let you get away.”
He twirled her around and pressed her toward the wall, then his body crushed her against it. His lips nuzzled her neck, his cock hard against her backside. Then he pulled her skirt open and dropped it to the floor. His big hand cupped her naked ass and he stroked.
“You feel so good.”
His breath against her neck and his hand on her naked flesh sent scintillating heat through her. His hand glided downward, sliding between her thighs and he cupped her. His finger slid under the leather crotch and stroked her dripping wet folds.
He laughed. “You can’t deny you want me, too.”
His other hand glided between her body and the wall and he cupped her breast. She found herself arching against his palm, her nipple swollen with need.
“You want me to fuck you,” he murmured against her ear.
She nodded, unable to deny it.
He turned her around again, then placed his hand on top of her head and pressed her downward, until she knelt in front of him.
“Take out my cock.”
She stared at the zipper in front of her and hesitated.
“Now,” he insisted sternly.
She unbuttoned his pants, careful not to touch the swollen bulge in front of her, then pulled the zipper down. The pants fell open revealing the charcoal cotton of his briefs. And the outline of his very thick cock.
Oh, God, she wanted to touch it. Tentatively, she rested her fingertip on the tip. She dragged her finger downward, slowly, loving the hot, hardness under her touch.
She slid her hand inside the flap and wrapped her fingers around silky, kid-leather soft skin drawn taut over a rigid, steel-hard shaft. It pulsed in her grip.
She drew it from the fabric and gazed at it. A large head, red and big as a plum. Veins bulged along the sides of the shaft, pulsing with need.
“Suck it.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip. She had to open wide to take the large head inside, and it filled her mouth.
“That’s right, baby.”
She squeezed him with her hand as she eased her lips lower, taking in more of his big erection. He was so thick and long, though, that she didn’t think she could take him all the way, but she kept going, opening her throat as much as she could. When she was halfway down, she stopped, then glided back. Then she dove deep again. He made a strangled sound and she glanced up at him. His face was drawn tight with pleasure.
She moved up and down, her hand following. Stroking him. Triggering groans of pleasure.
She moved faster, then slowed down, then faster again. She cupped his balls, loving the feel of the heavy sacs in her hand. She slid off his cock, her hand still stroking his long shaft and kissed downward to the base. Then she licked his balls. First one, then the other.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
Encouraged, she opened and took one in her mouth, then sucked lightly. At his groan, elation swelled through her. She loved giving him pleasure.
His cock twitched in her hand and she was sure he was getting close. She took him in her mouth again and sucked. His pelvis arched forward, pushing him deeper into her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing.
“Stop,” he commanded, his voice pained.
Startled, she stopped sucking and drew away. Had she done something wrong?
His eyes, filled with desperate need, locked on hers.
“I don’t want this to end too fast.”
He drew her to her feet and pulled her into his arms, then kissed her hard, his tongue driving into her mouth.
“Now, take off you bra.”
She reached behind and unhooked the leather bra, then eased the straps from her shoulders, but she held it to her chest.
“I said, take it off.” His voice sounded low and dangerous, and his eyes glittered with authority.
She swallowed, then lowered it. His gaze dropped to her naked breasts, focusing on the puckered rose tips.
He lowered his head and captured one in his mouth. Heat stabbed through her, from breast to her contracting vagina. God, she wanted him inside her.
He shifted to her other nipple, and suckled softly. She moaned at the exquisite sensation.