The Waltz (4 page)

“I think we both know what’s in it for me,” he whispered, now an inch away from my lips. “One week, Violet.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips on my neck, and I arched my back, begging for more. I stood in front of him, about to burst with need, my chest rising and falling, my eyes pleading. He turned the knob behind me and I followed his cue, walking out completely deflated as I looked back at the closed door. One week, just one week and that man’s mouth would be on me, his hands touching me, not to mention what that hard bulge silently promised. I shivered with anticipation; every step back to my car was agony. I needed release. I let my head fall on the seat rest and recalled the stormy eyes, chiseled cheekbones and soft lips of the man I’d just handed myself over to.

God, I got lucky. I was willing to settle for several semi-attractive men with experience, instead I got an arrestingly handsome Mr. Thick Cock who seemed to have a wealth of knowledge. I clapped my hands together with glee.

Here we go…

Against my better judgment, I did as Rhys asked and threw out my bullet. I didn’t have toys, I had a toy. Now I mourned the loss of it, but saw a brighter future ahead, so I kept it short and sweet. There was no point in deleting my erotic romances, but I would refrain from reading them. I made an appointment the next morning for a full STD panel, blood work-up and to make sure I was doing well with keeping my birth control on track. Although I didn’t need birth control, that had been handled for me by my husband, it kept my periods regular and less painful. I spent six days thinking of the man whose grey eyes haunted me. Hours were spent picking out the perfect lingerie to wear to my kink debut. I cleaned my house frantically, to pass the time, and had even shown a listing or two. Being a part of the work force again felt good. I had pampered myself and even gone to lunch with a few girlfriends who had sworn me off after my endless months of hermit behavior. I’d begun to make peace with my circumstances, my failed marriage and my new arrangement—an arrangement that excited me to no end.

By the time the day came, I was so worked up I had to drink a glass of wine to calm myself before I hit the shower. I scrubbed myself viscously and exited the shower, slathering on a new body tonic that smelled amazing. I had myself waxed the day before and was smooth as silk, already wet with thoughts of what this night may bring. I clasped my brand new silver see-through bra and put on the matching panties. I shadowed my hazel eyes with a dark bronze and tinted my lips a glossy nude. I pulled on my favorite black silk slink dress and matching do me heels and gave myself a ‘go get ‘em’ smile in the mirror.

Arriving at The Rabbit Hole thirty minutes later, I smiled at the same bartender who took my order after she complimented my appearance. She was absolutely beautiful with a heart-shaped face, overly pouty lips and a small nose. She looked like a living doll, her bright red hair and colorful tattoos only made her more appealing. If I had a female type, she would be it. I asked her name.

“Tara,” she said, delivering my martini with a smile.

“Tara, nice to meet you. Call me Vi.” She nodded and shot down to the end of the bar to help others who were patiently waiting for their drink orders.

“Red or green?” A man sat next to me on the stool and I took in his appearance. He was only marginally attractive and had a slightly large nose and thin lips.

“Pardon?” I asked, completely clueless to his question.

“Red or green,” he asked again, confused at my lack of knowledge until realization hit him. “Ahh, I get it. You are new.”

“That I am …” I lingered, waiting for his name.

“Paul,” he answered, making himself more comfortable on his stool, a little too comfortable as he invaded my personal space, making no attempt to mask the fact he was checking out my tits.

“Paul, Vi, nice to meet you. So tell me, what does it mean?”

“They are the levels of kink you are interested in for the evening. Red being the most extreme and anything goes type of night and green, well it’s not quite as intense.”

I nodded, taking in his words, wanting further explanation but was interrupted from asking when Tara addressed me.

“You can go back,” she said, turning to Paul, shaking her head no. I caught that I was off limits to Paul by order of Rhys and it made me feel wanted for the first time in months. I smiled and nodded to Paul who regarded me with the eyes of a man who had just lost his favorite toy.

I walked the hall, adrenaline spiking to levels I hadn’t felt in years. I turned the knob to find Rhys in the corner of his office, his hands on his hip, staring at the security screen until I entered the room.

“You look beautiful.” His comment caught me off guard and I smiled as I closed the door behind me. “Hope you aren’t too offended by what I do about it.”

My reaction was instantaneous, my pulse sounding in my ears as I struggled to breathe as his words lingered between us. His eyes were fierce and a menacing smile graced his lips.

I quickly asked the question weighing on my mind. “Will tonight be red or green?”

“You are nowhere near ready for red. Papers, Vi.” He held out his hand and I opened my purse as I walked over and handed them to him. He looked at the bottom line satisfied then rounded his desk, handing me his own. I looked it over, noticing the date was recent and his last name was Volz. When I was satisfied with what I’d seen, I handed them back.

I licked my lips as we both stood taking inventory. Jesus he was hot. Tall, broad, slim at the waist. Tonight he wore slacks and a simple collared shirt. He walked around his desk and bent over, catching the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head slowly. He pulled me close to him, our stomachs touching and chests apart. He kissed me sweetly, but pulled away quickly as his eyes glittered over my breasts with appreciation.

“I think it’s time for an introduction,” he said, pushing me slightly away as he pulled his cock out from his pants. “Hit your knees.”

My sex twitched and I fell straight to them, mouth watering. I kept my hands away, studying the gorgeous cock in front of me. It was thicker than it was long, though he had nothing to be ashamed about in that department either. The head was huge and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it. Another prayer answered. Mr. Thick Cock, indeed. I looked up to him as he gripped the edge of his desk with both hands, waiting expectantly. He had every right to be confident about what he had to offer. He was already slightly hard and I couldn’t wait to see him at full potential.

I gave him a small smile in appreciation before shoving the entire length in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I pushed through a gag, feeling his body flinch. Looking up, I found his eyes closed tightly and gave myself a mental pat on the back. Giving head was my favorite sexual act and I made damn sure I was good at it. I sucked him so hard, the noises were unmistakable. I opened my eyes to see him grip the desk with white knuckles and heard his breathing, but quickly realized I was the only one moaning. Sucking harder, I played with his sac, swirling my tongue on the huge tip, fisting his huge dick and still I had no moans. His face was filled with lust as he stared down at me, but I couldn’t hear him and it bothered me.

“Do you want me to stop? I asked, gripping him roughly.

“Did I tell you to stop?” he said through clenched teeth. I pulled his pants down to his ankles, grasping his ass with both hands and shoving as much of him in as I could. Minutes later, he withdrew from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. His breaths were heavy, his eyes hooded. I knew he was turned on. I hoped I had delivered and all the evidence below certainly pointed to the fact that I had.

Huge, thick cock, amen.

He reached behind me, unclasping my bra and sliding the material off with his fingertips, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples peaked with his stare alone and his eye shut briefly before he covered a nipple with his tongue. I gasped out his name and his gaze shot up to me. His eyes dilated, telling me he liked the sound of his name on my lips.

He released a perfectly peaked nipple from his mouth and led me to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. He carefully removed my panties and sat me down, slowly hooking each of my legs over the armrests, spreading me wide before him. Wrapping his arms around my middle, he pulled my ass to the edge. I had never been so exposed and had never been so wet in my life.

“Did you like sucking my dick?” he asked, kneeling down while sliding the tip of his finger up and down my ridge. I shuddered and barely got out the words.

“I loved it, ” I murmured.

“Good to know,” he said as he slid that torturous finger inside me. Another gasp and I was having a hard time keeping still. He slid that single finger over me again and again tracing, my pussy while exploring it with his eyes. I closed mine, gasping as he added another finger, sliding them easily in and out.

“Eyes on mine, Violet.” I did as he said as he leaned over and sank his tongue into me, causing me to jump. He stopped his movement, and when I whimpered, he scolded me.

“Don’t move again, or tonight my tongue will be the only thing you get.” It was a threat I knew he would make good on. I willed my legs still and kept my hands planted on the rests, gripping the handles.

He licked me from my ass to the top of my folds and I couldn’t stop my limbs from shaking. It felt amazing, but I knew I had to warn him.

“I…I can’t come like this. I mean, it’s hard for me to.” His gaze hot on mine, he lifted his head slightly, his lips glistening with my juices.

“I’ve had my tongue on your pussy for ten seconds, Violet, but I could eat it all night. Stop talking.”

He licked his lips clean and it took everything I had not to grab his head and take his lips because I loved what they were saying. Yes, sir. I held my breath as his tongue flicked at my clit again and again. His fingers circled me sweetly, the stroke of his tongue gentle and coaxing. I kept my body still while inside I was screaming. I felt the pull coming faster than it ever had. His tongue, now more aggressive, swirled and licked and sucked, and by the time I had figured out he had twisted his fingers and was fucking me relentlessly with them, I was screaming his name in praise. Oh…my…God.

I came hard, shuddering and pulsating in places that hadn’t existed until this minute. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Fuck yes.”

Rhys was still on his knees, plunging his sinful fingers in and out of me, rubbing my wetness all over my pussy. “Glad you approve.”

He didn’t seem surprised at all. I, however, was floored. He leaned in again, sucking my lips clean, taking every single drop of the pleasure he just gave me back. When he had his fill, he looked up at me with a lust I’d only ever dreamed about. I burned it into memory and leaned in, cradling his head, taking his soaked lips, tasting and sucking them mercilessly. He grabbed the back of my head quickly with both his hands and our tongues mingled perfectly. Our kiss was almost as intoxicating as the cloud that lingered from my orgasm. The fog was amazing. We got lost in tongues and lips and sucking. I slid from the chair into his lap and wrapped my legs around him, squeezing his hips.

“Violet,” he protested. We both inhaled sharply as my soaked sex hit his hard dick. “Violet,” he mumbled, his lips still covered in mine.

“Enough!” he said, pushing me off of his lap gently. I was instantly humiliated and quickly apologized.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away,” I said, biting my lip in apology.

“Don’t be. It’s just that isn’t what you are looking for, right? I have other plans for us tonight.”

“That would have been pretty vanilla, huh?” I smiled deviously.

“Exactly,” he said, putting his cock back into his pants as my pussy twitched in protest.

“What, um, about you?” I asked, nodding toward the obvious and painful looking erection in his pants.

“He’s a big boy. He’ll be okay for now.” He gave me a full smile and I damn near lost it. This man had just feasted on me, had my juices on his lip, and was absolutely stunning.

“So how are we going to do this?”

“Didn’t I just give you a screaming orgasm?” he asked, locking up his computer before turning to me with that now familiar amused look.