The Millionaire's Masquerade (Erotic Romance Novella) (4 page)

She answered with a moan, but her muscles tensed at his warning. Using her full name was a low blow, but he would utilize all the ammunition in his artillery. He hoped she'd lose all sense of herself. Hoped her juices would flood his mouth because his palm itched to redden the milky white skin of her arse.

He brought his fingers to her pussy and circled, pushing them in slowly, before quickly removing them. Each time, he inserted them a little deeper and little harsher. She rode his hand without care, her inner walls clamped down, and her breath came in shallow pants.

"That feels so good. So, so good," she cried.

"You're the one who feels good. So fucken good."

He slipped from her and reached out to the champagne bucket where he lifted an ice cube. Bringing it to her warmth, he circled it up and around her clit. She jumped back and gasped, but he pulled her to him. She was so hot the ice melted fast, too fast. Water dripped down the cleft of her ass and created rivulets on the sofa.

He continued to rub the melting ice over her hard nub, making the circles smaller with each rotation. Her hips danced in time with his movements, and his cock throbbed every time a sound or a sigh floated from her mouth. When the ice cube had fully liquefied, he reached for more and slowly inserted three into her pussy. He lowered his head and drank the flowing ice water until it dripped from his chin. Her breathing constricted and her thighs shook. She was close to the edge, and it wouldn't take much for her to fall.

Aidan glanced up and watched, mesmerized as her fingers tweaked and pleasured her hard nipples. Her eyes, which shone with unleashed lust, studied him. If he'd ever met a more responsive woman, he couldn't recall. She was the sexiest woman he'd ever known and after tonight she would have no doubt about his feelings toward her.

Every pinch of her nipples clenched her core. She was going to come regardless. The pull in her belly and the tingling in her thighs meant her orgasm was mere seconds away.

Aidan must have sensed her impending climax because he removed his mouth. The lower half of his face shone with the evidence of her arousal. "I didn't say you could come."

"I'm too close to stop."

He dove between her legs and she thrust against his mouth. His teeth rasped her clit and nuzzled the delicate skin. She pushed herself deeper against him and caught his head between her shaking thighs. Blood rushed through her ears. Arousal tore through her veins. Her hands grabbed for purchase, and she dug her fingers into his hair, frantic to relieve the heavy ache inside of her. His tongue circled and speared her over and over. A chilled sweat erupted on her skin. Her world vanished, and the stars claimed her. She wasn't aware of where she was or who she was with. The only thing she was conscious of was the desire pulsing through her.

The soul-shaking orgasm rocked her to the core. The buildup, the teasing, and the intensity were like nothing she'd known before. Her body shuddered with the aftershocks of her climax, and her eyelids fluttered open.

Aidan smiled and reached for her hand, pulling her into a standing position. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

Meg blinked rapidly and bit the inside of her cheek. Why did he want to leave? Was that it? She blew out a breath and gazed at him, willing the tears that stung her eyes not to fall.

"What is it, sweetheart? He circled his thumb around her palm. "What's the matter?"

"I don't understand. I'm not sure I want this to end… It's a dream, I—"

"I want to go somewhere private. Somewhere I can have you all to myself."

Cool relief washed over her and she squeezed his hand. "Then let's get going." She wasn't ready for this night to end. The thought of not spending more time with him quickened her pulse. Whatever else he had planned, she was one-hundred percent his.

While she put on her shoes, Aidan threw on his shirt and jacket and reached down to pick up her discarded panties. He balled them up and thrills danced through her at the sight of him slipping her very wet and torn undies into his pocket. Why did he want them? Was he being courteous and picked them up so no one else would find them, or did he want them as a keepsake?

"Ready?"

She nodded. "Ready."

He wrapped a protective arm around her waist and led her through the heaving partygoers. Even though the event was in full swing, he stopped for no one. People attempted to get his attention, to shake his hand, wish him a merry Christmas, but he brushed them off as politely as he could.

Their limo purred outside of the warehouse. Aidan held the door open, and she stepped in, taking care to hold the dress over her pantiless butt. In the car, he sat opposite her and the opaque divider between them and the driver slid into place. Aidan's knees touched hers and heat curled down her spine. Would he take her here? Pull her onto his lap and fuck her while they drove around the city?

"So, um, that was...intense." She laughed nervously and adjusted the sleeves of her dress.

"The night's far from over."

He leaned forward and reached into the side pocket of the door where he produced a black masquerade mask. This one was different; there were no holes for the eyes. He dangled it in front of her face.

"Who's that for?" she asked, knowing full well who and what it was for.

"You."

"Me?"

Before she said anymore, he lifted the mask to her face. "Hold it in place while I tie it."

Indecision almost suffocated her. "Aidan, I'm not sure. I've never...not blindfolded."

He cupped her face in his palm. "You're safe. Trust me."

After a considering breath, she nodded her agreement and held the mask in place. Aidan tied it into a secure knot at the back of her head. Her vision went dark, and the sounds and scents all around her came into sharp focus. The hum of the car. The rustle of Aidan's movements. The heat of his nearness. He traced his fingers over her collarbone and down to her breasts. Her breath quickened, and she focused intently on his teasing movements.

"Spread your legs."

"What about you?" She turned her face in the direction of his voice. "It can't all be about me."

"There's plenty of time for me later. For now I want to hear the beautiful sounds of your enjoyment again."

Meg rested her head against the seatback and opened her thighs. She would give into whatever pleasure he wanted to bestow on her, but she'd get what she wanted from him eventually.

"Bring your hands down and spread yourself as wide as you can."

His request threw her hormones into a frenzy. She instructed her lungs to keep breathing and stretched herself wide. Aidan's finger gently circled her clit. Heat rose inside of her, but then he stopped, secured the hard nub between his fingers, and slipped something constricting over her.

"What's that?" she asked, her voice raspier than she wanted.

"A clit clip."

She laughed. "Seriously? That's a god-awful name."

"The more I stimulate you, the more engorged you'll become." He rolled her clit around his tongue, sending jolts of electricity shooting through her.

"I take that back," she said and gasped "It's not a stupid name. It's a great name. A fantastic name." She touched her fingers to her clit and tapped softly. Her clitoris seemed twice as big and hypersensitive to even the smallest touch. She circled slowly, teasing back and forth. The withdrawal of her sight along with the intensity of the clip diminished any lingering inhibitions, and if she kept caressing herself, she would come in a matter of seconds.

"Do you want me to make myself come for you?" she asked.

Aidan cleared his throat. "No. That pleasure's all mine, but don't think I'm going to allow that to happen anytime soon. You still need to be punished for not listening the first time." Clasping his fingers around her hand, he lifted it away.

"Oh."

"You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you?"

"No… I… Maybe."

He dipped his fingers inside of her and his thumb made wide circles around the base of her engorged clit, making them smaller and smaller with each excruciating rotation. Pulsing flutters assaulted her, and her walls tightened. She was so close—so, so close.

"I'm going to come."

Aidan pulled away. "No, you're not."

"Fine," Meg said through gritted teeth. "I get it, but what do you expect me to do when you torment me like this? It's as frustrating as the past two years multiplied by a thousand."

The sound of a zipper opening filled her ears. Would she finally get to taste him? Pleasure him as he had her?

"On your knees, Meghan"

His command was soft, and she did as instructed. With his guidance, she knelt between his legs.

"Open your mouth for me, sweetheart."

The wet tip of his cock brushed over her tongue, and she closed her mouth around his width, pulling him between her lips. A hiss of satisfaction left his mouth, and his obvious enjoyment made her work faster. Excitement saturated the insides of her thighs. He would feel so good buried inside of her.

"Wrap your hand around my dick." His husky voice sent shivers to her toes.

She licked up his shaft and curled her fingers around him. Needing to see him, she reached to untie the mask but he grasped her wrist.

"Keep it on."

Meg dropped her hand and sucked him deep. He thrust with a demanding rhythm, and she swayed, squeezing her thighs together desperate for some relief, any relief. He smelled and tasted delicious and if his plan was to drive her insane, he'd succeeded. She moaned against his length and brought her hand between her thighs. She needed a little something to take the edge off.

He laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head backward. "Don't even think about it."

For a fleeting second, she wanted to hate him, but then he pulled her to his lips and kissed her with a furious passion that shot pleasure to her clit via her nipples. His lips moved with a slow reverence that stilled time. And when he eased his tongue into her mouth, her body grew slack and she savored the taste of him. Meg curled her hand around his width. He pulled her closer and moaned into her mouth. Despite his unfair games, it was impossible to hate someone who could make her body hum with a single sound.

The car came to a slow stop. Aidan placed his hands on either side of her face and moved her away from him, guiding her until she sat on the backseat. "We're here."

"Where?"

"Patience."

She was aware of him fixing himself. Aware of the traffic speeding by outside. Aware of her heart attempting to escape her chest. Aware of his hand between her legs removing the clip. Blood flooded her sensitized nub, and she panted at the stinging sensation. Aidan parted her thighs and gentle rotations from his fingers soothed her. When she melted back into the seat, he removed his hand, leaving Meg teetering deliriously on the brink. If tonight was only a one-off, she didn't know if she'd survive. Being with Aidan reaffirmed everything she felt about him.

The car door opened, and Meg turned toward the sound. Cold air wafted over her, pebbling her flesh.

"Give me your hand."

She reached out, and Aidan wrapped his strong fingers around hers, assisting her out of the car. Soft, cold flutters hit her face, and the icy wind nipping her bare skin made her shiver.

"It's snowing," she said, childlike excitement filling her voice. "We're going to have a white Christmas."

"Aye, we are. It's going to be a Christmas to remember, that's for sure." He draped his jacket over her shoulders and banded an arm around her, shielding her from the cold. A fingertip traced over her lower lip before his mouth touched off hers. No other kiss in her lifetime would compare to this. His lips were as soft as ever, and even though not more than five minutes had passed since their last kiss, he tasted more delicious than she remembered. A groan rumbled from his chest and she stepped closer, molding her body to his. One of his hands curved around her neck and held her to him, as if claiming her. His tongue traced the inside of her lips, and despite the mind-numbing cold, the warmth radiating from him heated her blood.

He broke away and pressed his forehead to hers. "Let me guide you."

The fresh snow hushed their footfalls, and she took cautious steps, not wanting to fall flat on her face and embarrass herself. The entire world didn't need to know she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was bad enough she walked around wherever they were in a mask and a too-short dress.

A door whooshed open, and a familiar smell of pine mixed with floor polish greeted her. The click-clack of her heels echoed along the tiled floor, and when the elevator dinged, she had no doubts as to where they were.

"Can I take the mask off? I know where we are."

"Not yet. Don't want to spoil the surprise."

When the elevator door closed, he pressed her against the wall and caught her mouth with his.

He lost himself in their kiss. Entwining his fingers around her hair, he pulled until she moaned. Her whimpering response did nothing to ease the throb in his cock, and he didn't know how much longer he could resist her. How much longer he could pretend he was in complete control.

The elevator stopped, and when the door opened, he maneuvered her through the desks and cubicles to his office. Once inside, he lowered her until she sat on the coffee-colored sofa at the back of the room. He instructed the sound system to play music. Slow, sensual sounds drifted from unseen speakers, and he strolled around, lighting tea-light candles before dimming the lights.

He examined her. Studied every nuance, every movement. The rise and fall of her chest. The nervous flick of her tongue. The way she crossed and uncrossed her legs before pressing her knees together.

"Stand up," he said, his voice low and husky.

Meg reached out and pressed her hands onto the coffee table and stood up. Aidan strode towards her, not sure if he would be able to wait and follow through with everything he'd planned for the rest of the evening. He untied the mask and threw it onto the sofa.

Meg blinked a few times and glanced around, her eyes glistening with excitement. "It's unlike you to have a desk free from a million pieces of paper. Your office never looked better."