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Word spread about Tobias’ death and his son missing. News outlets talked about it everyday for weeks, about how much of a tragedy it was losing such a valuable member of society. If only they knew. Garrett was suspected dead, and hopefully he would be soon. I just had to get a lead on his whereabouts.

But for now, I was sitting back.

I needed to.

I lead Eleanor into Crimson, her palm clammy inside my own.

There was still so much I wanted to show her, and if I’d learned anything, it was that time was not kind. It did not wait, and it did not discriminate.

Her black dress is modest, tight but long with an off the shoulder neckline. Her dark hair is pulled away, exposing that delicate throat.

It was late enough that when we walk inside most had already sauntered off, disappearing into one of the many rooms in the building, and I don’t waste our time.

I was insatiable when it came to Eleanor. I had to have her whenever and wherever I could, and these little moments, these hours when the world around us slept I could cave into those darker desires and let her explore her own.

I grab drinks from the bar before I guide her down to the glass rooms below.

“Kingston,” she rasps, hesitating.

I pause, waiting for her to make her own decision, and when she squares her shoulders and takes that step, I grin at her and kiss her mouth.

I don’t stop to see the other rooms or the people watching, the sounds around me are enough to tell me how well the night is going for them. Eleanor’s fingers grip mine tightly and only when she pauses do I stop to see why.

She’s turned slightly towards a room, her lip caught between her teeth.

“Does it turn you on, love?” I whisper against her ear.

“Yes.”

“Let me make you feel good.”

Her eyes sparkle when she looks at me and her lips tip up into a sensual smile. I guide her into one of the glass rooms, shutting the door before coaxing her towards the large, black silk lined bed. I place the drinks on the bedside table and step up to the woman I’d fallen in love with.

My hands trace down her bare arms while I kiss the exposed skin at her nape.

“Do you trust me?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

I pull the blindfold from my pocket and gently wrap it around her eyes, tying it securely at the back of her head. “King?”

“Shh, love,” I grumble, deft fingers finding the zipper on the back of the dress. I pull it down and guide the dress from her body, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her black panties and no bra.

I groan at the sight of all her naked flesh. Never enough.

“Are you okay?” I check.

She nods, breathless, while I let my fingers trail down her spine, all the way down until I hook them into her underwear and tug them down her legs, leaving her bare, save for the heels on her feet.

“You are beautiful, love,” I tell her honestly.

“Kingston,” she sighs heavily, blissfully.

“Just feel,” I tell her, urging her to sit and then lay on the bed, the blindfold secured around her eyes. “No touching.”

“What?”

“No. Touching.”

She swallows.

I climb onto the mattress between her legs, coaxing her knees apart.

My fingers swipe through the hot flesh, her arousal coating my hand. “So wet, love. Always so responsive.”

“Yes,” she hisses, her fingers curling into the sheets.

“So needy too,” I muse. “What a greedy girl you are.”

I slowly insert a finger, pumping it slowly before I let my mouth fall between her legs, tongue finding her clit and flicking it. She arches, hands darting to grip my hair.

“No touching,” I pull away, taking away both my mouth and hand.

She cries out.

“Are you going to obey?” I tease.

“Yes!”

Instead of gripping the sheets, she raises her arms and holds onto the headboard, tightening her fingers to keep them there.

“Good girl.”

I taste her from hole to clit, letting the flat edge of my tongue push hard into her flesh and then grab her thighs, opening her up further for me. I suck, and I bite, I work her up, keeping her at that edge but never quite letting her go over.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

She whimpers, nodding and then says, “Are people watching?”

I grin on her flesh, “Oh they’re watching love.”

As if the mere idea is enough her spine arches, and she cries out, nearly at that peak.

“Well, well,” I muse, kissing her clit before I impale her on my fingers, curling them slightly as I fuck her with my hand, “Do you like that?”

She detonates. Her orgasm is loud, her pussy convulsing around my fingers and all I can do is chuckle against her skin.

No, nothing was perfect, and nothing was okay. But this.

If the world ended now, I’d go happily, buried between the thighs of my beautiful woman.

“Oh love, we are just getting started,” I place my fingers in my mouth, tasting her there, “I told you once I’d give you it all,” crawling up her body I kiss the side of her mouth, “and I’m a man of my word,” I kiss the other side and then slam my lips against hers hard and possessive.

“You’re mine now love,” I remind her, “and I’m going to give you everything.”

THE END


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