“You can.”
His strong, powerful hand engaged mine, surrounding and dominating it. Soon we were moving together, our rhythm not unlike the one from before. Since removing my hand seemed out of the question, I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and moved as he instructed. My mind concentrated on the man beside me, the rich, woodsy aroma of his cologne, and his controlling touch. When his hand left mine, my eyes opened.
“Keep going, Tori. Don’t stop. I want to watch you come.”
There was no anger in his tone. It wasn’t like the one I’d heard in the car, yet it also left no room for debate. I felt compelled to comply, moving my fingers in a tight circle. My breaths came faster as I applied a little more pressure to my ever-quickening caress. The water and Stewart’s eyes no longer mattered as I brought myself higher up the mountain. When the tension settled in my groin, I knew this was going to be more of an orgasm than I’d ever given before myself. It wasn’t the peak that Stewart had reached last night, but without a doubt, in a matter of seconds, I’d be falling to unknown depths.
As Stewart’s large hands found my breasts and pinched my nipples, sounds unlike I was accustomed to making, escaped my lips. My mouth formed a tight O, and the rigidity in my legs gave way to release.
Slowly, my reality came back, and I opened my eyes. Before I could look away, Stewart reached for my face and caressed my cheek. “My beautiful Tori, that was incredible.” Reaching for my hand he encouraged me to sit up. “Look at the water. Do you see it?”
To my horror, I did. There was a faint cloud, floating suspended in the silky water.
“Do you?” he asked again.
“Yes.”
“Do you know what it is?”
I felt the blood again rush to my cheeks. “Yes.”
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me what you see.”
“It’s me. It’s my come.” I hated saying the crude words, yet I knew instinctively he’d settle for nothing less.
“Yes, it is, and the next time you come, it won’t be in a bath. Although, let me tell you, it was fucking amazing. I know it’s been a long day, but if we’re going to get the world talking, we need to be seen together. I want you to get dressed. On your bed is a dress that just arrived. Will you let me take you out for dinner?”
Though I wondered about Lisa’s plans, I didn’t have the strength to question. Instead, I nodded. Was no even an option? My insides twisted. There was something about being seen in public that made this situation even more real than the stupid contract. With his hand again gently caressing the side of my face, he leaned closer.
“Let me tell you about tonight.” He didn’t wait for me to approve. “I want you to wear the clothes on your bed, only the clothes on your bed. There’s a dress and a pair of matching shoes.” He reached into the water and possessively stroked my slit from back to front, leaving my swollen clit suddenly wanting. “I want to know that this warm pussy is waiting for me, uncovered by any obstacles. I want you to know that when you look in my eyes, I’m thinking about what I watched you do, and I’m thinking about your come floating in this water. Do you know why I’m thinking about it?”
Speaking seemed out of reach. Thankfully, he allowed me to shake my head.
“Because after I share my beautiful fiancée with the world, I’m going to bring you back here and bury my face in that perfect pussy. The next time you come, it won’t float in a tub. No, darling, it will cover my tongue, my lips, and my chin. I’ll be dripping with your sweet juices.”
Oh my God!
“And you will not be sighing contently, as you just did. No, you’ll be calling out—screaming out—my name. Because as of today, that’s your job—to come, to show me how amazingly sexy you are. Because this little orgasm was nothing like what will overtake you when we get home.”
I was shocked and appalled at his candor, and, at the same time, I was freaking turned on and hot as hell.
“Tori,” his voice washed over me with more of his velvety tone. “Will you do that for me? Will you wear only the dress and shoes? Will you let me go down on you and make you scream my name? Will you wash my face in your juices?”
What does someone say to that? I’d never been asked something so intimate so casually.
His warm breath bathed my neck. “Tori, will you indulge me this evening, fulfill my desires, knowing that you too will receive yours?”
“Yes.” It was the only word I could possibly articulate.
I TOOK ONE last look in the mirror and smiled approvingly. My long hair was curled at the ends, allowing it to flow freely down my back, and I’d done my best to replicate the makeup from the day before adding a bit of blue to highlight my gray eyes and complement the dress. It was the dress Stewart had mentioned and was the color of cobalt, with a flowing skirt and a halter bodice that accentuated my breasts. With the open back, I couldn’t have worn a bra if I’d wanted, and thankfully, the skirt was lined and showed no hint of my lack of panties.
When I stepped into the foyer, Stewart’s appreciative gaze gave me the strength to continue.
“My darling, you’re stunning.” He leaned near my ear and whispered, “And I hope you’ve followed my instructions.”
Maintaining my need for a semblance of control, I stared into the depth of his eyes and replied, “Yes, Mr. Harrington, to the T.”
He nuzzled my neck. “Then, for good girls, I have a surprise.”