"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.