Honey and Decadence (2 page)

The shrill ring of his phone ended the post hand job euphoria. “Shit.” Sean pulled the T-shirt up over his shoulders, then mopped up the cum on his hands and legs. He tossed the soiled clothing onto the floor then stood. He knew the ringtone.

Elias
.

He could wait. Sean hiked his boxers and pants up over his hips, then answered the call. “Malkin.”

“Hi to you, too,” Elias replied from his end. “I take it you got the invitation.”

“I did.” Sean sank back onto his chair. He picked up the cream-coloured piece of paper and tapped it on the desk top. “Care to give me a few more details? Like where to go and what time?”

“That’s why I called. I’d like you to come by the Delight tomorrow night. Eight p.m. sharp. If you’re late, then I’m starting without you.”

“You do that anyway,” Sean snapped.

“But I won’t be alone.” Elias didn’t say anything for a heartbeat, as if he wanted his words to sink in with Sean. “It’s a private dinner with all the fixin’s you like and I’ll let you in on a secret. Your server for the night is Roxy.”

Sean sat tall in his chair. Roxy? His server? Hot damn. “I’ll be there.”

“Thought you might. Dress casual. It’s not some stuffy dinner like we normally have at Delight. I’m aiming to clog your arteries with all the good stuff. When you get here, go to the private rooms on the second floor.” Before Sean could say anything else, Elias hung up.

Sean stared at his cell phone. A night with Roxy. He wasn’t keen on breaking the rules, but for Roxy he would. Maybe turning thirty-six wouldn’t be a shitter after all.

Chapter Two

Roxy stared at her reflection in the mirror and secured her hair in a bun on the top of her head. The look accentuated her already lanky body. She crinkled her nose. Three hours before when she’d gone through the cleaning regimen for the dinner, she’d felt more confident. This was just another job, nothing else.

Except Sean was involved.

She squared her shoulders then headed out of the bathroom on the second floor of Delight Tonight. Elias and Sean barely used the second floor unless they were catering a wedding or private party. Even then, they never used the room marked ‘Office’ as the office. Elias kept the books and computer downstairs off the kitchen.

“Elias?” She knocked on the door to the quaint room. “Are you ready for me?”

“Come on in,” came his reply from behind the door.

She twisted the handle and a shiver of excitement raced through her veins. Only an hour longer and she’d see Sean. Elias shook out a plastic tablecloth then covered the cushioned table.

“Hey.” He grinned and patted the table. “Climb up. I’ll be right back.”

She shrugged out of the robe, then stretched out on the plastic. He’d specified she wear black stilettos and red lipstick. Not exactly the attire she normally wore when playing the part of the dinner table, but whatever he wanted she’d do. She stared at the ceiling and measured her breaths. “Get into the zone,” she murmured. “Zone.”

Every nerve ending sizzled. Her nipples beaded and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t hold still. Damn it. She wished Sean were the one decorating her and wondered what it would feel like to be under his command. A moan escaped her lips and she gritted her teeth together. She remembered the way he carried the whip at Push. Would he use that on her? Her ass tingled. She hadn’t earned a good spanking in a long time. Would he talk dirty to her? Her pussy quivered and she pressed her knees tight together.

No matter how much she wanted Sean, she had a job to do.

Behind her head, the door clicked. She continued staring at the ceiling tiles and focused on anything mundane, like puppies, her work schedule for the next week and where she wanted to go shopping for a new pair of boots.

“Perfect.” Elias snapped his latex gloves, grabbing her attention. “Not much longer now.”

She glanced to watch him place thin circles of chilly filo dough over her breasts and her pussy. Sliced strawberries and bananas decorated around her navel in a neat pyramid. Sliced peaches ringed the pile. He arranged dollops of whipped cream on her covered nipples, then added a cherry. A tiny round cake ended up on the dough covering her groin. All in all, the set-up wasn’t nearly as exotic or intricate as she’d expected.

“And it’s time for me to head out.” Elias wiped his hands and checked his watch. “Thanks for coming through for me. The money’s in my desk downstairs. Ask Sean to open the locked drawer for you.” He winked then walked out of her line of sight.

She blew out a long breath then closed her eyes. From the other side of the door, she heard Elias again. Singing?

“Happy birthday, dear Seany boy, happy birthday to you. Now go enjoy your dinner, old man.”

The doorknob clicked and creaked. Roxy held as still as possible, but her hands trembled. She flattened them on the table and prayed no one would notice.

“Old man my ass.” A shadow moved to her right, then something else creaked. “Roxy?”

She knew that voice. Sean. When she’d trained to do Nyotaimori, she’d learnt the art of lying still. Being around Sean made that task damned near impossible. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth to keep from shaking.

Sean stood beside her and picked up a strawberry, then popped it into his mouth. “Happy birthday to me,” he said between bites.

Talk about a great surprise. Sean picked up a second berry, then dragged it through the whipped cream. He licked the cream off the crimson strawberry but barely tasted the fruit. He focused his attention on the sight of Roxy, his fantasy girl, covered in food. Elias knew what Sean liked and how to come through in the clinch. Sean trailed his fingers down her leg. She shivered and stuffed her hands under her bottom. He couldn’t have imagined a better display for his birthday supper.

“So pretty.” He sat on the chair, then leaned over her and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips parted farther. The Nyotaimori girls weren’t supposed to react to the patrons—not in a traditional setting. But this, this was not traditional by a long shot. Sean dipped his finger in the whipped cream then drew a heart on her sternum.

Her cheeks flooded with colour and she whimpered.

“Talk to me, Roxy.” He dragged the other cherry in the fluffy white cream, then dangled it over her mouth. “First, take a bite.”

She curled her tongue around the cherry before pulling the fruit from the stem. Her brown eyes glittered and she moaned.

“So sexy.” He hooked his finger in the cake, then smeared frosting on her belly. The contrast of the perky blue frosting and her pale skin turned him on. He swiped his tongue through the sugary concoction, cleaning her up. His cock thickened and the blood rushed through his body. If they were in his bedroom, he’d do so much more with her. So much more.

“Don’t stop,” Roxy panted. She arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please?”

Oh hell yes, he’d take things further. He scooted to the head of the table and cupped her jaw in his hand. The sugary confection on his fingers smudged on her cheek. Time to tell her about their shared past and how much he wanted to give their future a try.

“You’re not wearing your red velvet mask.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then licked her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell, but I like you better without it.”

“You remembered,” she whispered.

“I couldn’t forget.” He kissed her again, this time taking total control of the connection. He tangled their tongues and learned her taste. When she moaned, he slid one arm behind her neck. “I want to play with you. More than anything we could do at Push and so much hotter.”

Her chest heaved. “Play?” The corner of her mouth curled. “I’d love to be yours for the night.”

For the night. She’d given him an opening. Sean stood, then moved the chair out of the way. Time to show her his dirtiest fantasies. “What is your safe word, beautiful?” He flicked the catch on his watch. This night needed to be special. The thick band of leather slid off his wrist and he tucked the timepiece in his pocket. He never showed off his tat on his inner wrist. For her, he would.

“Corsica.” Her cheeks flushed anew. “And I call you Sir?”

“Yes, pet.” He unbuckled his belt and slid it free of the loops. “Hands, pet.” When she raised her arms over her head, he leaned over her again. “Do you wish to use your safe word?”

“No, Sir.” She smiled and clasped her hands together.

“Good.” He wrapped the belt around her wrists then plucked a strawberry from her navel. “Bite.”

She opened her mouth and accepted the berry.

“If you want to use your safe word, use it. I respect you and want you to enjoy what we do.”

Roxy nodded and her eyes sparkled.

“Now, what can I do with you?” He dragged his fingers through the whipped cream, coating her upper body in the sticky liquid. The strips of dough peeled from her breasts, revealing her dusky nipples. His mouth watered and he took one rosy bead in his teeth. She arched into his touch and moaned around the berry between her teeth.

Oh yeah. The taste of strawberry and whipped cream mixed with the salt on her skin turned his senses inside out. He groaned and drew in the white cream on her belly.

Roxy writhed and whimpered. The cake wobbled over her pussy, then toppled and stuck to her inner thigh. Sean licked his lips, then kissed and nipped the frosting from her skin. She moaned and opened her legs. Nice. Sean nibbled the sugared confection and made his way to her pussy. The aroma of her excitement wafted around him and he grinned.
Damn.
He loved a turned-on woman. Loved a woman who understood his needs.

Sean dragged his tongue over her clit then backed away from her cunt. Her eyes widened again and the leaves on the top of the berry slipped from her lips. She swallowed the berry, then opened her mouth.

Hmm. What could he do with her? He moved the extra cake from her lap, then scooped the last few slices of fruit in his hand. “Come here.” He sat down in the chair he’d abandoned. “Come to me.”

Roxy moved her arms, then eased off the table and crawled on her knees to him.

“Undress me.” He spread his knees and bit into a piece of peach. He liked seeing her struggle a bit with the belt still around her wrists. One by one, Roxy worked the buttons on his shirt, then pushed the sides of the shirt away from his chest. Sean dabbed the strawberry on his nipples. “Taste me, pet.”

She eased between his legs, brushing her breasts over his abdomen. Leftover frosting spread between them. She flicked her tongue on his chest and hummed. Each tiny moan and whimper spurred him on. He threaded his fingers into her hair and freed the tresses from the pins. Her hair spilled down her shoulders and framed her face like a halo.

“Yes, pet.” He guided her down his chest to the button on his jeans. “I want to feel that hot mouth on me.”

Roxy glanced up at him and smiled, then unzipped him and fondled his cock. She eased him out of the boxer shorts and denim. The cool air mixed with her hot breath and made him need her more. Sean then shrugged out of his shirt, giving her ultimate access. He gripped her hair and urged his dick past her lips. He groaned. Damn, he wanted to do so many more things with her. She knew what to do and how to churn his lust.

“Enough.” He swatted her bottom. “You’re too good.” And he hadn’t experienced enough. He scooped her into his arms, then placed her on his chair. “Want to taste you.” Sean buried his face between her thighs and draped her legs over his shoulders. Juice from the berries mingled with the sweet taste of her excitement. He speared one finger into her wet heat.

Roxy writhed on his hand. She raked her nails through his hair.

“Good, pet?” He palmed her breast with his free hand and pinched her nipple. “Tell me.” He blew across her clit, then nipped the tiny bead of skin hard.

“Sir.” She jerked forward and clamped her legs tight around his head. “Sir.”

He scraped her clit again, thrilled when she keened for him. “Do you wish to use your safe word?” He knew better, but he also asked to be sure.

“No, Sir. More.” She panted and draped her arms around his neck. “More.”

“Absolutely.” He spread her pussy lips and plunged back into her heat. Sean added a second finger and pumped, fucking her with his hand. Roxy met him thrust for thrust and groaned. Her legs quaked and she was breathing hard. Time to pull back. He stood.

“On the table, pet, on your hands and knees.” He patted the cushioned surface. “Up.”

Roxy stared up at him from under her lashes and licked her lips. She wobbled as she scampered into place on the table top. With the belt still around her wrists, she spread her legs. Her pussy glistened with the combination of her juices and the remnants of the fruit.

Sean fished his wallet from his back pocket, then withdrew the condom he always kept there. Part of him wanted to feel her bare skin on his. The rest of him knew better. He sheathed himself and rubbed her cream on his dick. A shiver ran through his body. He wouldn’t last long, but yeah, he wanted in her. He stroked her with his fingers, then lined his dick up with her slit. Inch by delicious inch, he slid into her.

“Oh, Sir.” Roxy pushed backwards, sending him deeper into her cunt. “Fuck.”

“We are.” Sean brought his hand down hard on her ass, the crack resounding through the room.

“Sir. More.” Roxy rolled her hips, grinding on him. His balls slapped her clit with each thrust and he punctuated his movements with spanks on her bottom. She cried out and gripped the edge of the table. She squeezed him from within and held him tight.

Sean stroked her reddened skin then wrapped his arms around her. A bead of sweat slipped between his shoulder blades. He shook his head then gripped her hips.

“Come for me, pet.” He thrust hard into her and tipped his head back. “Fuck.” His balls tingled and he gritted his teeth. “Come, babe.”

Beneath him, Roxy shivered then tensed. Her inner walls rippled and grabbed at him while he emptied his seed into the rubber. From his head to his toes, his body buzzed.
Holy shit
. Sean slumped forward and hugged her to his chest.