My clit pulsed and I couldn’t resist any longer. I dipped my hand even lower and was shocked to find that I was absolutely drenched. My fingertips slipped easily over my clit, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much better it would feel if it was him rather than me.
Horrified at myself, I jerked my hand away and just tried to lie there for a little while. The rising heat in my body was impossible to ignore and doing so only seemed to make it worse. No matter what I did or thought, I wanted more.
Impatience won out, and I gave in, pressing my fingers back in between my thighs. I tried to bring myself back to where James had taken me earlier, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t make myself orgasm and even when I felt tendrils of pleasure from my own touch, it didn’t equate nearly to what I’d felt with him.
Eventually, I drew my hand away again. I turned my head the moment I saw the glistening of my own arousal on my fingers. With a heavy sigh, I glanced around the room, making note of the fact that it was still empty.
I kind of didn’t want it to be.
I pushed up to my elbows, looking around. The crown molding above me around the perimeter of the room was stained dark mahogany, stark against the white painted ceilings. The headboard behind me was plush quilted gray fabric that stood out against the dark blue feature wall behind it. There was a slate blue cloth armchair next to the window, with a small table that matched the wooden features of the room.
When I climbed out of bed, my toes sank into the plush mottled gray carpet beneath. I padded over to one of the closed doors, opening it to find a luxurious guest bathroom complete with a grotto-style shower and a deep soaker tub. There were wrapped toiletries on the counter, which I took advantage of to freshen up and I nearly squealed with joy at finding a soft robe on a hook behind the door.
I slid my arms into it and pulled it closed, relieved to finally cover up. When I was finished in the bathroom, I made my way out of the guest room into the hall. I wandered past brilliantly designed flower arrangements and several paintings that probably cost a fortune. I wasn’t really sure though, because they all looked like a few messy splotches on parchment. I peeked into several rooms, finding quite a few extra bedrooms. I kept going and eventually ended up in the seating area he must have been referring to in his note.
Honestly, I couldn’t have missed it. Plush fabric couches lined the room, complete with an array of pillows and side tables all around. It was large enough to seat at least twenty people comfortably. The windows were extremely tall, letting in a ton of natural light. At the center, a pair of French doors led out to the balcony. I approached them slowly, pulling the robe shut a bit more. I opened the right door and looked out at the sprawling front yard ahead. There wasn’t another house in sight. If there were any close by, they were hidden by the tall thick trees surrounding the property.
“I hope you slept well,” a voice purred to the left. I turned my head to see James sitting at a table underneath an overhang. The sun was just getting low enough on the horizon that the entire balcony was overcast in shade. It would set soon and from the looks of it, the view of the fiery sky was going to be breathtaking.
“I did sleep well,” I answered shyly. His gaze met mine and the heat within them was enough to make my heart leap into my throat. The wetness between my thighs was distracting and I had trouble focusing on anything else.
“Is there something you need, my angel?”
His words held so much weight that for a moment, it felt hard to breathe. He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. When he cocked his head and raised a single brow, I couldn’t help but press my hand over my belly in an effort to calm the storm brewing inside me. I swallowed heavily, stepping from one foot to the other.
I knew what he was insinuating. If I wanted him to fuck me, I was going to have to ask for it.
“I do need something from you,” I whispered. I could hardly hear myself, but he seemed to understand every single word.
“What do you need, angel? I’m going to need you to be more specific or else I might guess that you need me to spank you right here on the balcony,” he pressed.
The air stuck in my lungs.
For a brief moment, I questioned whether or not he would actually follow through with his threat. My clit twitched when he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. Instinctually, I knew that he would most certainly follow through.
That made me shiver unexpectedly. I should be absolutely horrified, but I simply quivered with more arousal.
Maybe I was broken or deranged or maybe this was all just the way it was meant to be.
“I… I need you…” I paused, trying to find the courage to continue. My core squeezed tight, and I blurted out the rest. “I need you to fuck me, sir.”
His brown eyes seemed to transform into black pools, rife with his own desire to take me as his once and for all.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
“Did you try to touch yourself before coming out here?”
My heart sank a bit. I didn’t know what he would do if I told him that I did. Would he think less of me? Would he punish me? I considered lying and telling him that I didn’t, but then I suddenly worried that he might not like that much either.
As if he could read my thoughts, he stood up. Just the change in his positioning made me instantly regret what I was considering. He cleared his throat, and I couldn’t look anywhere but him. He’d drawn all of my focus on him.
“Before you answer, angel, you should know that I have ways of finding out the truth. If you lie to me, I will have to punish you,” he said, his voice dripping with warning.
I knew what he was implying. Maybe he had a camera installed somewhere in that room or maybe there was some way to see inside the room without me knowing. Either way, his threat made it imminently clear that he wouldn’t tolerate lying and I didn’t want to instigate anything more than the fucking I needed right now.
“Yes. I did try to touch myself,” I murmured. My cheeks heated as though they’d caught flame as I stood there, waiting to see what he would do or say now that I’d admitted the truth.
“Did you come, angel?”