It was never easy with her. I knew this and yet every time I forgot, letting myself getting disappointed and hurt with some crazy unfounded expectation that things would be different. I should know better by now.
I sank back into the heated seats gratefully as I watched the city outside the windows. Everyone was so damned busy. Going somewhere fast.
I could sit in the back of this limo and w
atch them all for hours, I thought.
We were almost to my building when Max took a right on a street he normally took a left on.
I pushed the button and watched as the window between us rolled down.
“Max, I think you’re going the wrong way?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I thought you knew.”
“Knew what?” I asked.
“Mr. Dalton asked me to bring you to his penthouse.”
“Oh,” I said, my heart skipping a beat. “I see. That’s fine, Max, thank you.”
I leaned forward, pressing the button and waiting for the window to roll all the way up before I exhaled. I still didn’t know if Max could see me back here with the window up or not, but just having the illusion helped.
I sank back into the seat, a tiny shiver of secret pleasure running through me as I bit my bottom lip. I wasn’t expecting to see Bear tonight. The fact that he had summoned me like a damned Mafia boss kind of turned me on, actually. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. I’d not been to his penthouse in the city before, so I had no idea where we were going.
When we pulled up to the building, I gasped. It was the building I’d seen in a million photos of the New York skyline. Two huge towers reached up to the sky, the old architecture of the building was just stunning.
“What is this place?”
“The San Remo? You’ve never heard of it?” Max said, as he helped me out. We stood on the sidewalk together, staring up at it as the snow fell around us. It wasn’t as tall as a lot of buildings in the city, but it was majestic and regal. “Lots of celebrities live here. Mr. Dalton bought the penthouse from Demi Moore last year.”
“I see,” I said, my eyes huge with awe as I took in the beauty of the building.
“I’ll walk you to the elevator,” he said. We walked in past the doorman, passing through a gold trimmed door.
“Mr. Dalton is on the 26th floor of the South Tower here,” Max said, as we approached the elevator. “I’ll be just a phone call away, if you need me, ma’am. Have a wonderful night.”
“Thank you, Max,” I said, stepping onto the elevator. There was a man in a formal uniform standing in the corner.
“Mr. Dalton’s penthouse, ma’am?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I replied. He pushed a button, but just as the doors started to close, someone rushed in. The man pushed his arm out and held the door open for a beautiful grey-haired woman.
“Good evening, Ms. Keaton,” he said, greeting her. I looked at the woman and my mouth fell open. Diane Keaton was on the elevator with me! I was star-struck and I had to force myself to close my mouth and not look at her.
“Hello, Johnny!” she said. “Thanks for holding the door open.”
“Of course, ma’am,” he replied. They fell silent and the elevator rose to the penthouse, dropping her off halfway up. I was smiling ear to ear as she left. But I was also proud of myself for staying quiet and not turning into a gushing fangirl as the poor woman was just trying to get home to her apartment. I’d probably kick myself for not getting her autograph later, but for now, I felt good about my decision.
A sharp ding indicated we were at the top of the tower and I thanked the elevator guy and stepped into a tiny lobby with a door on the side. I took a deep breath and knocked, doing my best not to feel completely out of place in such luxurious surroundings.
When Bear opened the door, all my worries melted away.
His smile was like a beacon in the night and he pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply and passionately, as if it was the most important thing in the world to do.
Chapter 21
His kisses left me breathless. He didn’t take his lips off of mine as he pulled me into his apartment and kicked the front door closed. He pushed me up against a wall, without a word, without a sound, his hands everywhere all at once, pushing off my coat and letting it fall to the floor.
Within seconds, he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra, panties, stockings and shoes. When he saw my panties, he growled, his eyes meeting mine in an angry flash.
“I didn’t think I was going to see you—,” I began to explain.
“Stop!” he demanded, reaching down and pulling them over my stockings quickly and ripping them off of me. He threw them behind him as he sank to his knees, his mouth engulfing my bare pussy in an instant.
I whimpered, my knees weakening as his tongue lapped at my already flowing juices. His tongue dove deep, sliding past my outer lips and sinking into me, his hands pulling my thighs apart so he could go deeper.
In and out, it darted out of my pussy, then going lower and sensuously sliding over my ass, my body shivering with forbidden delight. I cried out, his name sliding over my tongue like it was the only word I knew.
“Bear, Bear, Bear…,” I cried, over and over, opening my thighs to give him access to the deepest parts of me. My eyes rolled back in my head as the most delicious pleasure washed over me in rapturous waves, my entire soul submitting to him. He lapped between my legs, his mouth hot and wet and expertly drawing every ounce of energy and stiffness from me, until I melted to the ground with him, my bare ass hitting the cold hard marble floor with him on top of me.
He pushed his jeans to the side, hurriedly pulling his cock out and sliding it deep inside of me before I could even touch him. I wrapped my thighs around his hips, my feet resting on his loose jeans. I pushed them down over his ass, exposing his tight, muscular ass.
My hands wandered as he fucked me, my fingers searching for something to grip onto as he pounded into me harder and harder. I wrapped my arms around him, his face next to mine as he groaned and slammed into me, over and over, his cock so hard, so sinfully delicious that I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, “please don’t ever stop.”
He growled and kissed my neck, his teeth nipping at my flesh and then sucking, sending shivers of electricity through me. He pulled himself up, his eyes peering into mine demandingly.
“Who are you?” he growled.
“Yours,” I whispered, meeting his smoldering gaze, “your good girl, your slut, your pussy…”
His hips slammed into me with each word, hard and rough, each thrust pressing my ass harder into the cold marble below us.
“Good girl,” he groaned, his cock throbbing hotly inside of me as he exploded, his hot cum searing the walls of my pussy.
Chapter 22
When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. Bear’s breathing beside me was the only sound in the room. I untangled myself from his arms, doing my best not to wake him.
My skin was still tingling from his touch. Every single time we had sex, he seemed to get a little rougher. At first, I thought he was just into ordering me around, but the more comfortable he became, as more time wore on, he spanked my ass a little harder, or pulled my hair just a little more.
Tonight, he’d handled me like a rag-doll, almost.
He fucked me in just about every spot possible in his bedroom, carrying me in there after devouring me in the foyer. I’d only gotten a glimpse of the penthouse, but what I’d seen was spectacular. His bedroom was huge and my ass knew it better than I did, at this point.
He’d barely said a word to me all night. But he’d kept me talking, fucking me until I was spewing dirty words like a sailor.
As I walked out of his room and closed the door behind me, I could feel the aftereffects of his roughness with each step. Naked, I walked past the huge great room with double windows making up the entire side of the apartment, leading out to a terrace that wrapped around the top of the historic building.
I was dying of thirst and I found the kitchen on the other side of the house.
After finding a glass in a cabinet, I poured myself a glass of water and drank it all, gulping it down as fast as I could and then filling it up again. He’d worked me over so hard this time, and it had felt amazing, but he was testing my limits like they’d never been tested.
/> I wandered around the apartment, admiring the minimalistic style of the place. It was the exact opposite of his rustic cabin in the woods. It was all smooth lines and sharp corners and empty spaces, with stark sculptures on display in the corners. I padded down a hallway I’d not seen earlier, taking in the abstract paintings that lined the walls.
All the doors of the rooms along this hallway were open, showing off the dramatic views of the city from each bedroom. I kept walking, peeking in each room and thinking about the job I had to do. I knew absolutely nothing about interior design, but whoever designed this place sure did. I tried to remember every detail to use later for inspiration.
I stopped when I came upon a closed door. Contemplating whether or not I should open it didn’t last long. I turned the door knob and was greeted by darkness. I felt around for a light switch and flipped it.
My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the room.
“What the fuck is this?” I whispered. It took me quite a while to figure it out. The entire room was painted a deep crimson and two of the walls were lined with mirrors. The furnishings were like something out of a movie. Low slung black leather couches lined one wall and a long, sleek chaise sat in a corner. In the middle of the room was a huge contraption shaped like an X with handcuffs hanging from each corner. Hanging from the red walls and grouped together was an assortment of heavy chains, followed by ropes of all sizes and a bunch of different types of whips.
I gasped when I saw those, reaching out and letting my fingers run through the straps of soft leather.
“It’s a fucking dungeon,” I whispered to myself, my heart racing, my head spinning. I knew Bear was into things that weren’t quite normal, but I didn’t expect this. This was like a professional studio you’d find in some wild BDSM porn or something.