Текст книги "Weak for Him"

Автор книги: Lyra Parish

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Eighteen

I stood and slowly untied the delicate lace.

Like a robot, I slipped on my clothes and marched to the front of the store.

Is this what heartbreak felt like? Is this what the sad songs sung about?

What the hell did I think would happen between us, anyway? I'm nothing more than protocol. Something pretty to look at like a glass ornament or a trinket.

Belinda placed the lingerie in a pretty little box and tied it with a bow; rapport, she had it.

"I'll charge it to the account, honey."

Finn's account.

Funny how he special ordered it just for me, and showed up to tell me that very thing. Just another dose of mind-fuckery and Finnley games before I would wear this to bed for another man. The lingerie was nothing more than a fucked up reminder that Finn owned me, that no matter what, no matter who took my virginity, I would always be his property.

Outside of the storefront, Jesse leisurely sat on a bench and smoked a cigarette. When she saw me, she smudged it on the cement and blew out the rest of the smoke. An Elite wasn't supposed to smoke. Bitch broke her own rules.

"I assume you found what you needed."

"I did, actually."

I tried not to sound like a bitch, but it was a little harder than I thought. My mood and emotions already had too many vicissitudes, and it was barely lunchtime. I wanted a do-over of this day, but that wasn't an option. Next stop, the fucking dress shop, Cynthia's.

Cynthia's always intimidated me. Only upper class women shopped in stores where dresses were tailored to their body shape. We had nothing like this at home.

Jesse, always the businesswoman, leader of the Girls, spoke with the woman in quiet whispers.

"Oh, really? I have just the gown for the occasion."

From the back closet, Sophia, the snobbish dress tailor, pulled a midnight blue, semi-sequined A-lined dress from the closet.

"For twenty-five percent of the cost, I can have it ready by this afternoon at five."

"That works for us."

Sophia guided me toward the dressing room with the gown in tow. The sleeves fell on my shoulders and insinuated my collarbone. Give me a set of big glasses and an up-do, and I would be a replica of Audrey Hepburn.

I walked barefoot into the room and stood upon the pedestal. From the corner of the room, oohs and ahhs echoed from the surrounding women admiring the dress. I tried to ignore them.

"You'll clean up real nice. Just a set of pearls, a pair of nice heels, and you'll be set to attend the party."

"Party?"

"Shit. You weren't supposed to know yet." Jesse glared at Sophia, who didn't and wouldn't apologize for the slip up. Looks like she met her match.

"What party?" I asked.

"That shouldn't be your concern at the moment," Jesse said.

With a tug, Sophia tightened the waist on the dress, straightened the collar where a modest amount of breast showed, and hemmed the skirt to calf-length. The dark blue dress screamed elegant while my mind screamed dirty whore. Images of Finnley tying me to the bed and licking my body in naughty places overtook my mind. I wanted to give him the best fuck of his life until we both lay breathless in each other's arms. Although I was a virgin, I knew what I wanted. My body begged to be touched, and the thought of Finn fucking me made me wet.

"Does that sound okay?" Jesse stared at me.

"What's that?"

"Letting Sophia pick out your shoes."

"It's whatever. Size eight."

I went into the dressing room, lifted the dress over my head, and placed it on the hanger. My panties were wet with thoughts of Finn, but my body was deflated.

With a smirk, I placed two fingers down my panties. My nipples hardened as I touched myself. I removed my bra and panties and took a good look at myself in the mirror. Horny girl. But I need this. With my thumb and index finger, I pinched my nipples and felt small jolts of electricity rush through my body. Was I really going to do this in the most stuck up place in Vegas? Fuck it.

I leaned up against the wall and parted my legs. I wanted the satisfaction of watching myself in the mirror. Being able to see my body, to see the pinkness between my open legs, turned me on. I opened my legs further and rubbed my fingers up and down, teasing myself. I moved two fingers around, just as Finn taught me. My clit hardened, and my breathing increased. The sweet build inside of me began. Oh, it was happening so quickly this time.

Trying to savor the moment, I moved my hands up and down my breasts and even dipped the edge of one finger inside, but only enough to make me quake with want and desire. I closed my eyes and imagined Finn watching me pleasure myself as he stroked his hardness. Finn. I didn't even know I was whispering his name as I touched myself. My body begged for it, pleading for me to give it more. More fantasies of Finn fucking me on the kitchen counter, on the table, in the pool, followed. Finn. And then the rush of emotions overcame me. I moaned as my body exploded with sweet release and I felt the powerful clinch down below. Not wanting the orgasm to end, I slowly continued to touch myself until the sensitivity was too much for me to handle. I sucked in a deep breath and my heartbeat raced. For the rest of the day, this virgin would be useless. But at least the sexual frustration had vanished.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Hurry up." Jesse stood on the other side of the door. I could see her heels from under the crack in the door.

"Getting dressed, be right out."

Jesse stormed away, and I rushed to dress into my clothes. I snatched the hanger with the soon-to-be altered dress and headed toward Sophia. With a look of disapproval, she jerked the dress from my hand. She knew. They all knew. But quite frankly, I didn't give a shit.

She led me to the counter, leaned over, and quietly whispered, "We aren't idiots, you know?"

I leaned over and whispered back, "Maybe if you had an orgasm every once in a while, you all wouldn't be so uptight."

Then in a full voice, I said, "Call me if you need some masturbation pointers." Sophia fumed as I left the building.

Although my body relaxed, my nerves were on the edge. Friday night, I would no longer be a virgin, and it no longer would be a big deal. I could move on with my life and have sex with whomever. No more bid wars, no more jealousy, no more virgin, and for the first time, I was truly okay with that.

The car seemed like a good place to get away, close my eyes, and run through my day so far. Jesse stormed behind me, not saying a word.

The rest of the day flew by. My legs felt silky smooth, and so did everything else. Once my hair was trimmed, eyebrows shaped, and body massaged, I just wanted to take a nap. The mimosas didn't help. Jesse left me at the spa alone, and I couldn't help but think about Friday.

Would I feel any different?

Would I no longer be special to Finn, Luke, and to the other Elite who wanted me? Did it even matter in the realm of things?

I lounged in the waiting area, and then dressed.

My life would change.

There was no doubt about that.

I sucked in a deep breath and made my way inside the house. V sat in the driveway, so I knew Finn was home. After the shit he pulled today, and after the mess he left me in, my feelings were broken. Hurt because he validated what I knew. We would never be anything more than what we were: coworkers.

But did I want more?

Or was it just an addicting game that I had to win?

My feelings were in braids, and I didn't know which strand I wanted as I tried to undo them.

Before I opened the door, I secretly hoped he wouldn't be within sight. My hands were full of the midnight blue dress, lingerie, and three-inch heels Sophia picked out for me. I just wanted to go upstairs.

As I walked in, Finn sat at the table with a crossword puzzle. My breath hitched as I looked at him. But I forced it away, trying not to give him another glance, and climbed the stairs two at a time. Refusing to turn around, I went to my room and lightly swung open the door. Everything that was in my hands fell to the floor and I leaned against the door with my eyes closed.

On the bed, there was a black envelope and a small box. I didn't want to read it, but curiosity killed me. Giving in begrudgingly, I peeled open the envelope and pulled out the soft paper.

Wear this on Friday.

-F

I lifted the lid on the box and moved the white tissue paper aside. A black mask with silver feathers and embroidered doves lay in the bottom of the box. The dress, the shoes, the mask… I would attend a masquerade ball. Everyone kept the secret from me, and Finnley made sure to have his Girl prepared. The mask matched the lining of the dress and the lingerie perfectly, and somehow I knew he had handpicked each piece.

I placed the mask back in its box and the rest of the virginity-losing-gear in the closet.

Nineteen

Days and nights passed, and Finn avoided me like the plague until Friday came. I hadn't heard from Luke in days, and Lori was away on business.

Loneliness lingered and left me to my thoughts. Not random ones, but terrible thoughts of my parent's death. I tried to busy myself in books and fantasy worlds, and the fictional people helped take me away. Mr. Darcy and others filled my waking and sleeping moments. Each day seemed to be a repeat of the one before until Fucking Friday arrived.

Fucking Friday, I had termed it, was the day that I would have sexy time. I joked about watching porn, but without anyone to talk to, I almost wanted to have a porn-a-thon to get some sort of idea. I would call Abbie, but the bitchy text from her threatening to punch me in the throat the next time she saw me because I didn't call or see her while I was home kept me silent.

After I showered, I looked in the mirror and studied each part of my naked body, wondering if I would feel different the day afterward, or if all would be the same. I would lose my virginity. Would I enjoy the first time? Would it hurt? Would Luke use whips or chains, or would he be sweet and careful with me? I didn't know the answer because I felt like there were things about him I didn't know.

Hours passed, and I fidgeted with my hair and makeup until I felt pretty. Barrel curls, smoky gray eye shadow, and deep red lipstick matched the attire and my mood. I wanted to be scandalous and sexy, and once I slipped into the lingerie, I did.

I placed the mask on my face. It fit like it were designed for me alone, just as everything else had, because it was.

A smile crept across my face, and a tinge of excitement traveled through me. If it wouldn't have been a social event, I would have gone in the sexy undergarments and a long coat. Imagining how Luke would lust over me made me feel powerful.

Always ever so punctual, I arrived downstairs early and waited for Charlie. I peeked out the window and saw V on the circle drive. My nerves went haywire when I thought about the box with the little ribbon, the lingerie, and how I hadn't spoken to him in days. Not since the day he walked away. I closed my eyes and hoped he wouldn't see me before I met Luke. I didn't need him to drive a deadly spear into my happiness.

Lady Luck was on my side this time. I escaped without seeing Finn, but the silence that lingered in the limo gave me too much time to think and overanalyze his actions.

Exotic cars lined the circle drive. Chatter and music drifted from the house. To my right sat the black and silver mask. As we slowed, I adjusted it over my face and took a deep breath. Tonight was the night.

A man wearing stark white gloves and a penguin-flapped suit escorted me to the entrance where a woman handed me a crystal flute of champagne. Resist, I did not.

I glided through the crowd like a ghost in a graveyard, searching for Luke. Pretty girls accompanied handsome men. Fancy shoes and dresses combined with evening hair, and elegant masks of all different shapes and sizes. Some wore full masks; others wore those that only covered half their faces.

I entered the living area where a staircase rose up the middle. The second floor looked over the crowd below. Soft music followed by laughter surrounded the business talk, but Luke was nonexistent.

I finished my champagne and replaced it with another. Fresh strawberries floated in the top of my glass and the sweetness filled my mouth, making my taste buds explode with the delicious flavor. Curious, I took the stairs to the upper floor and smiled as I passed familiar, but unknown faces.

He had done well with decorating the place. At the top of the winding stairs hung a perfect rendition of Van Gogh's Starry Night. The detail in the brush strokes and the preciseness it took to get it just right amazed me.

I continued to sip my strawberry champagne, and walked further down the halls, appreciating each painting. At the end of the hall, a picture hung that I had experienced in real life. The painting portrayed Luke and I at the park the first night we met. The moon held the craters, and glow of the real one, but the stars shone brighter. In the painting, Luke smiled at… me. My eyes were looking toward the ground, and I laughed. Every characteristic and detail represented my innocence in the simplest form. Innocence I felt I had lost somewhere in the mix.

"Do you like it?"

Startling me from my gaze, I gulped and turned. Luke.

"I love it. But the detail… it's amazing."

"I painted what I remembered of the first night we spent together. I named this one Something New. The others I've painted have been abstract, copies, or simple illustrations, and I treasure them. But this, this is a memory that will be forever burned into my mind," Luke said.

"You painted this?"

The more I learned, the more I realized I was out of my league. His baby blues shined behind his navy mask. They sparkled like the diamonds he had painted in the sky. He smiled, nodded, and continued to walk down the hallway, describing each painting. I lusted over the colors and shading. Each one held a memory, they weren't just art. They were experiences on canvas.

"I'm happy you're here. I halfway thought you wouldn't show."

"Luke," I whispered and squeezed his hand, "I wouldn't miss this for the world. I'm happy to be here."

He placed his arm around my shoulder and gently brushed the outside of my arm. He stopped at the end of the hallway and faced me.

"I've got a few more things to take care of downstairs. I'll see you at midnight, right?"

I cocked my head. "You know you will."

With warm lips, Luke kissed my cheek and gently brushed his hand on the back of my neck. I watched him as he walked away; then turned and smiled before he headed down the stairs. Damn, that man could wear a suit. Every bit hugged him in the right places.

Being nosey, I opened a few doors and entered one. Inside, I was amazed to see canvas, paint, and white drapes on the floor. This is where his magic happened. It smelled like creativity.

Unfinished paintings leaned against the walls, sketches of people, places, and things. I took my time and walked around the room, soaking in each unfinished canvas, a memory he didn't want to forget. With each painting, each secret, I learned more about Luke. The things that made him tick. The memories he kept hidden away in his art. The man that looks at me like I could save the world. The man that paid a million dollars to make sure my virginity wasn't wasted on a scumbag who only wanted to come. Luke.

He wanted to make it meaningful, personal just for me. And he would.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck 11:30 p.m. I stepped onto the balcony to grab some fresh air where I would wait until it was time to meet downstairs. The moonlight barely peeked through the trees as the cool air kissed my skin. My mind created snippets and fantasies of Luke and how gentle he would be with me tonight.

By his paintings, I could tell Luke craved my innocence, but deep down inside I was a sexual deviant who craved satisfaction. I wanted to be tied up, my hair be pulled, with a combination of soft and hard. Then I wanted to be fucked into sweet oblivion and sleep on cloud nine. The lust of being dominated burned inside of me. I needed it, and I know that if I begged Luke for it, he'd give it to me, just like I wanted. Wouldn't he? Could he?

Would he be my sir?

Did the tattooed gentleman really have it in him?

The whole nice guy approach, while sweet and simple, somewhat turned me off. I wanted to know that he could be strong. Luke had secrets, and I wanted to unravel and divulge in knowing him while he learned me from the inside out.

As I stood on the balcony, a part of me went to the memory of Finn unlocking the door and teasing me at Esther's. That man left me with nothing more than a pocket full of resentment for the countless times he brought me to the limit, restricted me, and made my body feel numb with desire. I leaned against the railing and looked up at the man in the moon, hoping he could answer my questions and help me forget about Finnely Felton.

The balcony door clicked, and before I could turn around, a body was behind me. I closed my eyes with satisfaction. Luke. He came back for me.

"We're going to play a game," a deep whisper said from behind me.

"Don't turn around."

"A game?"

Interest peaked inside of me, and down below.

A tie flapped over my neck and then made its way over my mask, covering my eyes.

Blindfolded? I liked where this was going.

"Luke, I…" A hand clamped over my mouth, and I got the hint quick, no talking.

Fingers trailed over the tops of my breasts and found themselves on my waist. He rubbed himself on my ass in slow, fluid movements as his hands memorized each piece of my body. Not too fast, or too slow, taking in every part of me. Lips kissed my neck and found their way to the bottom of my ears. He sucked and then licked down my neck. I moaned with pleasure, and he repeated the nibbles and kisses on the other side. Each touch turned me on, and I craved more. I grabbed the back of his neck with both arms and tried to turn around, but he yanked my wrists and placed them on the railing.

No touching. Noted.

I stood perfectly still, waiting, desiring the next touch. One by one, he unbuttoned the petite buttons all the way down my dress until it was fully open. The cold draft and soft touch produced mountainous goose bumps. Gentle hands tucked under my bra and grasped my breasts. I heard him moan slightly.

Knowing I turned him on turned me on.

He pushed the dress over my shoulders, slid it down my arms until it landed on the balcony floor with a poof.

The soft cotton silk blend and gauze lay around my feet. He pulled the dress from under me and threw it to the side. Minutes passed, and I heard him stifle a moan as he took in every bit of my body, kissing up and down my legs and my stomach. Although blindfolded, I could imagine the look on his face as he studied me, kissed me, pleasured me. I opened my mouth to whisper his name, and as I did, lips and tongue, and lust met mine.

"We aren't supposed to kiss, remember," I whispered.

A finger pressed against my lips.

Don't ask, don't tell, I supposed.

I wanted to grab him and pull him toward me, and feel his lips pressed so seductively on mine, but I resisted and interlocked my fingers behind me. I would be a good girl. I would listen and please him. More aggressively, he kissed my mouth, just what I wanted—needed. Hard, rough lips pushed into mine, almost painful. But I sunk into him and returned the kisses with the same overpowering intensity like he had been waiting to kiss me for centuries. This is what I wanted, what I needed, what I desired the most.

Kisses that Finnley couldn't give me, but what Luke was so willing to do.

A gentleman in public—who openly could be seen with me—but a freak in the bed, unclothed. Luke proved to be a man that could command me and drive me wild with his rough, pleasurable kisses.

He pulled away and continued to trail his lips down my neck, licking my bare breasts and stomach. Every time he touched me, my arousal peaked. Any more and I might have taken him right there. Way to turn a virgin on, I thought.

He forcefully leaned me against the railing, dropped to his knees, and peeled off my little panties, the ones Finn had picked out for me. I tried to forget about Finn and lose myself with Luke. The boards from the balcony pushed into my back, but I wouldn't complain. Only obey. Take pleasure in pain and fully give myself to his every command.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I felt tongue and kisses on my thighs and then sucking and swirling on my sex. I grasped the railing of the balcony with tight fingers and hummed with satisfaction. One hand trailed up my body and pinched and pulled on my nipple as he continued to push me to the brink.

Ohhhh.

I tried to be quiet, but I couldn't help but be vocal. No one had explored me that close down below, and he had to know how good he was making me feel. How wet and turned on I was for him. He knew when he dipped the edge of his tongue inside me and licked my sweetness away. His moan, deep and animalistic, made me want to be fucked, right then and there.

His tongue flicked and played with me, and I almost lost my balance. He slightly chuckled as he moved his tongue deeper and faster against me. The sweet rhythm of his mouth brought me to a level of no return. As if he could taste the build, he slowed his pace until I almost begged for release. Teasing every moment, he pulled away and kissed and licked my thighs, and then slightly dipped his tongue in my entry.

And then it happened.

As the orgasm pulsed through me, he continued to lick and flick until the orgasmic waves relinquished.

But he wasn't finished yet.

His mouth found my sex again. He sucked every drop of me, and then began his wild motions again. I moaned as my legs shook and when the next orgasm completely overtook my body, I went weak in the knees. Weak for him.

As it flowed through me, I grabbed the railing, hoping not to fall as I moaned and whispered his name.

"Oh, Luke. Luketon Brand. I want you to fuck me."

Sweet fucking relief.

More kisses trailed up my body, another flick of my raging hard nipples, and the urge to pleasure him ran through me.

He knew how to pleasure a woman, how to make her beg for more, and I was ready to drop to my knees.

The nagging thoughts of Luke not being what I wanted vanished. He could mold me to be whatever he wanted me to be.

Light, sensual lips found mine, and I could taste my sweetness on him. I bit his bottom lip and sucked on it. As I leaned in, I could feel his hardness against my leg, and as I reached for him, he moved my hands beside me and turned me around.

Zippppp.

He unzipped his pants and pushed his hard dick between my legs, but not inside of me. My body clenched with want.

He wanted me. I wanted him.

He paid a million for me. Why not take me right now?

As he stood there with his cock between my legs, he slightly rocked his hips back and forth between the folds of me. My juices covering his dick that slid so eagerly between my lips, so close to being inside of me. With one slip, he could take my virginity, and it all would be over. The climax and teasing of it all drove me insane.

"Fuck me," I whispered and lifted my ass in the air. With a strong hand, he slapped it and then trailed his hands up my back only teasing me.

"Please, take me right now. I want you to," I begged.

Another soft slap hit my ass and then he put himself away. He turned me around and kissed me on the lips one last time. I poured myself into it, wanting him to feel what I felt, wanting him to know that I wanted him right then, wishing he would just give me what we both wanted, but he pulled away. Within seconds, I heard the clicking of the balcony door and I knew I was alone. I had come, twice, and Luke had gone.

I undid the tie and quickly got dressed. My hair was rustled, and without even looking at myself, I knew that I wore the just been fucked look and I'd have to go downstairs and mingle with strangers.

The clock dinged, and I knew it was midnight.

I searched the balcony and couldn't find my panties. Oh well.

All I wanted to do was find Luke's room, lay in his bed naked, and wait to give him the same sweet orgasmic pleasure that I received.

Tonight, I wanted to lose my virginity.