Role Play (14 page)

I wasn’t completely alone.

Yes!
I texted back.

Lola had
been MIA ever since the party, except for a text about the electric bill. She said she had finally paid for it. The end of the month was in ten days, and I was not confident that Lola would have her half of the rent. I had enough to cover it if she didn’t. But it would take most of my savings to do it.

I
wasn’t sure that there was anything Victor could tell me about Martin that would stop the madness, but it was worth a try. And it was worth getting to see Victor again.

I have to show you online
,
he texted.
Can you come over tomorrow?

I
couldn’t help myself. I danced around the tiny living room with my phone.
He’s into me!
He must be, or he wouldn’t ask me over to his place.

It made
my insides turn to mush whenever I thought about the way he had stroked me through the cat-suit. He had made me come using just his fingers, while I was covered from head to foot. It sure felt like sex to me. But I didn’t regret doing it one bit. It pleased him, and that was intensely satisfying, almost as much as the orgasm itself. It felt even better to daydream about it now and wallow in those feelings again.

H
e had been so sweet to me after I nearly fainted. I couldn’t have imagined how genuinely caring Victor could be. His eyes had been filled with concern. But in unsettling flashes, I also kept seeing his eyes from our first night at the Chamber, when he didn’t care if he hurt me.

How could the same man look
at me so completely differently?

When Victor texted his addres
s, I checked it on Google and clicked on street view. The building was nice, made of gray brick with new, oversize windows. His apartment number was 606 so he was probably on the sixth floor, near the top. There were two garages beside it and on the other side a tenement building. But there were a couple of mopeds parked out front in the Google image, giving it a swanky look.

It felt too good to be true.
My life was falling apart, but this amazing, hunky guy had suddenly appeared, eager to help me. Eager to touch me and make me feel good.

All night and the next day at work,
I let myself dream big. What would it be like to marry a jet-setting airline executive and have a house in the country and an apartment in the heart of the city? I worked hard, didn’t I deserve it?

But
I couldn’t believe my own daydreams. Even when I nearly convinced myself it could be true… I knew I was just getting my hopes up for nothing.

My life isn’t a Lifetime movie
, I kept telling myself.

I
was still telling myself that as I walked up the sidewalk to Victor’s building. No mopeds were parked outside at the moment, but everything else looked the same.

It was only mid-afternoon.
Victor had asked me when my shift ended and told me to come over right afterward. So I chose a dark blue wrap dress for work today. It could translate into evening, if he asked me to grab an early dinner with him. I hoped I looked classy enough to take anywhere. Bev at the makeup counter had touched me up before I left.

Two rows of silver buttons were set in a plate by the glass door.
I pressed 606 and was buzzed inside. The lobby was not very big, but it was elegant. The floor and half way up the wall were tiled in marble, with the ceiling very high overhead.

The elevator was tiny
and smoothly took me up six floors. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this nervous about a guy. I was used to first dates, but it rarely went beyond the second date when they realized I wasn’t going to fall into bed with them anytime soon. There were too many sure things out there for most men to waste time with me.

But Victor and I were already far beyond our first date… even though we hadn’t
gone on an official date yet.

I
took some deep breaths and tried to calm myself.

Victor
had his door open, waiting for the elevator to arrive. He was wearing dark suit pants with a pale gray button-down shirt. His collar was open like he had pulled off his tie. When I went inside, the dark suit jacket was draped over the back of a chair.

Oh, my!

The windows dominated the big open room. Two big windows, at least ten feet across. The view was west towards Soho and Chinatown. The taller buildings rose on either side of us.

“O
h… wow.” I couldn’t believe it… my dream view! I went right up to the windows, drinking it in. “Look at your view!”

His smile was a little forced. “I’ve seen it.”

“I wish I could wake up to
that
every morning. It must make your whole day better.”

Victor didn’t say a word.
He must be used to women raving over his view. I took a quick tour around, checking out the small galley kitchen with a stainless steel tile backsplash and black marble counter. The bed was tucked in by one of the windows, in the nook formed by the bathroom.

“Glass brick!”
I exclaimed. “I love that look.”

I went inside the bathroom. The light filtered in, a lovely bluish-green color. The tiles in the shower were also blue, aqua, green and white. It was the prettiest bathroom I had ever seen.

When
I came out, he was staring at me glumly.

“I’m sorry for showing myself around,”
I said. “It’s just that your place is
amazing
. I can’t get over the view.”

“
You get used to it.”

“Maybe you do. I wouldn’t.”

His eyes narrowed even more. “I suppose it’s what everyone wants when they come to the city.”

“
And you’ve got it,” I pointed out. “I would give anything to make my dream come true.”

“Anything?” he asked.

I instantly caught his sexual innuendo. For once, my doubts were silent. In this beautiful apartment, with this amazing man, it felt like anything could happen. Like my future could be anything I wanted.

The tension between
us leaped higher as I slowly walked back towards him. Now he was smiling, in response to me. I let myself devour his body with my long sweeping gaze. His eyes were even greener against the gray of his shirt, and the sunlight slanting through the windows lit up his hair like gold.

I
went right up to him and put my hand to his cheek. I kissed him, letting all of my passion connect with him through my lips. He took hold of my waist, pulling me in, taking control of the kiss.

H
e was so strong! I felt small and fragile in his grasp, as if he had to be careful not to bruise me. I knew how tightly he could hold me.

My
hands roamed from his silky hair and the back of his neck down to his chest. I remembered nothing felt as good as cuddling against his bare chest when we were at the party. When he was holding me on the terrace after I almost fainted, I wanted to be held by him forever.

His lips were soft but firm, growing more eager as he bent
me back slightly, pressing in to take what I was giving him. As if he wasn’t satisfied with just receiving.

We
stumbled to one side, engrossed in each other. Victor steadied himself on the couch, still kissing me. He grabbed my legs and picked me up, sitting me on the back of the couch. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he pressed himself against my lace-covered crotch.

One of his hands slipped down, his sure fingers finding just the right spot.

My breath hissed inward. “How do you know?”

“I pay attention.”

He kept on kissing me, rubbing me with the heel of his hand, his fingers curving under me, pressing against me. My panties were already damp.

“Umm…,” he murmured. “You love it, don’t you?”

I loved it that he was touching me, making me feel so good. I loved being in his place; it was how I always wanted to feel. Like everything would turn out okay in spite of all the shit.

“You love it,” he whispered.
His hand kept pressing against me, sending me higher.

“I do,”
I managed to say.

My
head tilted and I arched back into his arms, every muscle straining. He bit down on my lower lip, his teeth sinking into the thick pad. The pain made me gasp, but somehow it drove me even higher.

My
legs wrapped tighter around him, squeezing him with my thighs. He groaned, his other hand holding me up by my waist. But I was twisting so hard that he had to pull his fingers away and grab onto me with both hands on my hips.

He pressed his
hard-on against my panties, bucking against me. It felt even better than his hand! I turned my head back and forth, my hips grinding against him.

He broke away from ravaging
my lips to look into my eyes. “I must have you,” he said.

“Yes!”
I panted.

H
is eyes lit up. He picked me up and with a few steps around, fell down on the couch with me. His hands were at the waist of my dress, pulling at the strings. “Like opening a present.”

He pulled open
my dress and gaze down at me for a few moments. “
Yum…
” His hand stroked my waist and down my hip. Then up to my breast. “I could eat you up…”

A shiver ran through
me at his firm touch. He bent down and kissed my belly, then up between my breasts, pushed together by the cups of my bra. He lightly licked, then bit the fleshy top of my breast.

A noise broke from
my throat, almost a protest. But I let him bite me again, all over my chest. As he devoured me.

I helped him get off my bra, and unbuckled
his belt with shaking fingers. He ripped off a couple of buttons getting his shirt off and they went flying. His muscles bunched as he jerked it away, and I had to touch his chest, had to feel how glorious hard he was, yet soft enough to sink my fingertips into.

It was like
we were caught in a tornado, whirling around and around, clinging to each other. As if I would die if I didn’t join with this man right this second.

He ripped open a condom and put it on with a practiced expertise that
I would only remember later. Right now, I was glad to spread my legs as he settled between them, urging him closer, so I could feel his body against mine.

“You’re so wet,” he growled. “Say you want
me.”

I barely hesitated at his demand.
“I want you!”

He pushed the tip of his cock into
me, biting his own lip as I lifted my hips to let him slide deeper. I loved the wash of ecstasy over his face, then how he looked into my eyes, letting me see how he felt.

As he thrust in deeper,
I pulled him down against me. He was so heavy, pressing me into the cushions as he pushed into me. Flashes of the Chamber went through my mind, of Victor’s eyes as he took possession of me, how he comforted me there and on the terrace, when I felt safer than I ever had before.

Only now
I was euphoric, flying higher than I had ever had before.

He lowered his mouth to
my throat, kissing me. I gave into the inevitable as he buried his face and bit my neck.

It sent
me right over the top. I couldn’t withstand the battering waves that drove me out of my mind. I had never felt so good…

“Yes
!” I cried out. “Victor!”

Chapter 12

Victor

“Yes, give it to me,” I growled.

I
couldn’t get enough of feeling her moving underneath me, drawing me in with her hands and legs, riding me as much as I rode her.

I
greedily watched her face as she came, knowing that pleasure was because of me. It felt so good that I almost climaxed instantly, as I plunged in and out, never ceasing.

I
could feel everything! Usually it was like I was watching myself when I fucked a woman, watching how she let me inside of her. Taking my own satisfaction, separate from hers.

But
Sierra drew me in and there was no wall between us. She threw herself with abandon into our passion, and I couldn’t hold back.

I
wanted to keep feeling her skin, so firm and smooth, and hear those little sounds she made from the back of her throat, like purrs and growls, urging me on.

The room spun around
me as I raised up, trying to breathe. Trying to separate, to delay. But there was nothing like that now. There was only the sensation of rocking together, like we were alone in the world.

I
came in a long slow buildup like I never felt before, as a tidal wave rushed through my soul, wiping out everything I had carefully built over the years. Washing me clean with her. Destructive, yet purifying.