Rhys O nce She shefiredwasa thousandover the questionsshock, myatlittleme chatterboxon the ridecouldn’tback to stopthe house. talking. I answered as many as I could. I’m so grateful Arianne planned ahead. On Thursday, Keira will spend the greater part of the day with the brain behind SCORE Yours, Beckett, and the director of marketing at the advertising agency to kick things off and talk specifics. Then, my girl will spend some time with legal to go over the contract. She’ll die when she sees the number associated with being the face of SCORE Yours. I’ll front her the money so she can hire her own lawyer to read the fine print. Given Keira’s new role in my life and business, I’m fully aware I’ll have to come clean with Beckett and Arianne. Probably after I talk to Noah. I park the Aston Martin inside the garage, get out, circle the vehicle and help Keira out. With our fingers interlaced together, we trail towards the house. I don’t think anything in the world could wipe the grin off her face. She lets go of my hand when we reach the top st ep. “Where are you going?” “My room,” she says. My eyebrows furrow. “You’re not sle eping in my bed?” “I’m no longer allowed to sle ep in my bedroom?” “Well, no.” “That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” “Not at all. You’re my girlfriend. You belong in my bed. End of story.” She places a hand against my chest, and taps it a few times. “I must say, as backward thinking as this caveman-possessiveness-alpha-beat-against- my-chest-silverback-gorilla-style-Tarzan-Lord-of-the-Jungle routine is, it’s sort of endearing and... hot.” I grin. “To address your concern, Tarzan, I’ll come and join you in a few minutes,” she says. A mischievous glee glints from her hazel-green eyes. “There’s something I have to do in my bedroom first.” “What are you up to?” “Nothing.” Her voice goes up several levels. I cock an eyebrow. “You sure about that?” “I am.” That high-pitched voice again. “How long before I can expect you?” “Eager much?” “I haven’t fucked you since this morning, so you could say that.” “Go on.” She shoos me off. “I’ll be there shortly.” She strides away from me, my eyes glued to her ass in that formfitting, stunning white dress. She glances over her shoulder and winks. My cock wakes up. It’s like I’m one of Pavlov’s fucking dogs, conditioned to react when I’m around her. I shake my head and make my way to my bedroom. I st ep inside, turn on the lights, and freeze. What the fuck? “Keira, why is there a chair in the middle of my bedroom that wasn’t there before?” “You’ll soon find out.” She shouts back from the hallway. She must’ve placed it there while I was waiting for her to get ready. I’m intrigued enough not to ask more questions. I slip off my jacket and hang it. I roll my shirt sleeves up to the elbows, walk to the panoramic window and admire the nighttime view. I’m not right on the water, but from this vantage point, I can still see the ocean. I check my watch. Several minutes have gone by. My impatience mounts. Where the hell is she? The door opens, and Keira peeks her head around it. “Ready?” “I’m not sure what to expect, so how would I know if I’m ready or not?”
“Now you know how I felt earlier,” she says with a grin. “Cheeky.” She pushes the door open and walks in wearing a bathrobe and carrying a basket. “What’s going on?” “It’s part of the show. These”—her eyes fall to the basket that’s covered with a sheet or something—“are props.” “Show? Props?” “Yes, there will be entertainment and props are necessary.” She drops the basket on the floor. “No peeking.” “Did you drink too much champagne or does this have to do with my announcement?” “I didn’t overdo it on the bubbly, and for your information, this was planned well before you dropped the joyous news in my lap,” she says. “I know you’re getting a little antsy, but it shouldn’t be much longer. I need another five minutes to slip into my costume. Sit. Make yourself comfortable.” “What game are you playing?” My voice is like gravel. “Be a good sport. Play along.” Imploring eyes stare up at me. “Please, sit.” I don’t budge. “Rhys, you’re twice my size. It’s not like I can move you.” She approaches me. “Please, sit.” I make a face. “I promise, it’ll be worth your while.” She flashes me a seductive smile. I oblige. “I’ll be right back,” she says. “This better be good.” “It will be.” She singsongs her response as she waltzes out of my bedroom. I check my watch every five seconds. There’s a strange clicking sound coming from the ceiling speakers. She must be using the wall mounted i Phone dock in the hallway that controls the multi-room system upstairs. A weird be eping sound fills the air. “Oh shit, that’s way faster than I expected. False start.” Whatever this is, she’s put a lot of thought into it. She starts the song from the beginning. I’m no longer a stranger to the be eping sound. Then, the brassy sound of saxophones and trumpets blare into the room. I can’t help my smile. Little devil. The hit song is as iconic as the movie. Some things never get old. I must’ve been sixteen years old when a friend from school invited a bunch of us over to his place to show us what he had discovered on his older brother’s laptop when he was snooping around. Porn is porn, but 9 1/2 Weeks will forever more be the ultimate teenage boy wet dream because, holy hell, Kim Basinger was a sex bomb in that movie. On cue, my girl busts into the room. I cock a brow. “That’s what you call a costume?” “It is tonight.” Her sly smile is dangerous. She traded the bathrobe for a fitted black suit. The blazer hits her at the waist and the skirt hits her below the knee. She paired the suit with a silky top, heels and fishnet stockings––all in white. She looks classy and vampy. “Where’s your glove?” Her grin matches mine. “You’ve watched the video?” “You bet.” “This idea came to me this afternoon, so I didn’t have time to scour the city for the eighties must-have fashion statement in question. Is that going to be a problem?”. “If you give me a good show, it won’t.” “I plan to.” Her attention moves to the ceiling. “What is it?” “Here I am talking and half the song has played. I haven’t even asked you to turn on the flat screen
TV.” I’m confused. “I’m supposed to watch TV while watching you do whatever it is you’re going to do?” “I was going to play the music video while dancing.” “I must’ve watched Joe Cocker’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’ video with the striptease scene a million times. I’ve memorized Kim Basinger’s every move. As sexy as she is, I want to see your moves,” I say. “No TV.” She seems relieved. “I was feeling the pressure. Kim is a hard act to follow,” she says. “At least now, I can improvise.” “Silly girl,” I say. “I’m not dating Kim. I’m dating you.” “Okay, I’ll be right back, then.” And, she’s gone. She starts the song again and runs back into the room. “Okay, we’re set.” She’s a bit frazzled. I chuckle. “FYI, you’re not supposed to laugh.” She frowns in discontentment. “This is supposed to be sexy.” “The song is halfway through,” I say as she stands there and scolds me. Her hands go flying in the air before landing on her thighs with a thump. “Go fetch your phone.” She frowns. “I’m not putting an end to the entertainment portion of the evening,” I say. “Let me be your DJ.” She rewards me with a dazzling smile. “Okay.” She runs out of the room and she’s back in a flash. She hands me her phone. I get up and head to my walk-in closet. There’s another control station in here. I place her phone on the dock and start the song from the beginning. I emerge from the closet. “We’re all set.” “Why didn’t you divulge this earlier?” “Because I didn’t know what you had up your sleeve, woman.” “Fair enough,” she says. “Let the show begin. Again.” I take a seat. She sashays to the basket, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music. She bends over, flashing me that perfect ass, and grabs something. She turns around holding a whip in her hands. This should be good. With a series of runway strides, she stands in front of me. She lifts her hands and flexes the whip over her head a few times, as if testing it, while doing a little sexy dance with her hips. My cock approves. She brings the tip of the whip to my stomach. My eyes drop to where it trails up the pathway of the buttons of my shirt. She then traces it across my chest. Meeting her gaze, I grab hold of it. She’s still holding strong to the other end. “Is it my turn to use it on you?” “Let go of the prop.” She pulls hard. Too bad for her I’m stronger. “I asked you a question.” “Play along, big guy.” I cut her some slack and let go. “Now I’m out of character.” She huffs. “I have to take it from the top. Can you start the music from the beginning, please?” “I will, but I need a kiss first,” I say. She pins me with an unimpressed stare. I lift my hands up in a truce. “Okay, okay. I’ll be patient.” “And this time, no distractions from the audience,” she says with a motherly finger wave. “I like domineering Keira.” She smiles wide. I run in and out of the closet. The sexy eighties tune envelopes the room by the time I sit back down on the chair. And from the look of it, she’s in full character. She turns her back to me, and to the tempo of the song, she unbuttons the blazer. She slides
it off just enough to flash me some skin. She glances over her shoulder to make sure she has my full attention. Oh, she most certainly does. She r epeats the sexy move, flashing me the other bare shoulder. She wiggles her ass left to right as she slides the blazer off her body. The movement is slow and mesmerizing. She turns around and throws the blazer at me. I catch it with one hand. “Nice top,” I say. “No bra?” Her protruding nipples are a distraction. “Not with a silk chemise,” she says. “I’ve said it before, but it bears r epeating, bless the French.” “You have no idea,” she says and resumes taunting me. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her gyrating her hips like a temptress. I’ve salivated over the Lucky Break videos an embarrassing number of times. This is different. This private performance is for my eyes only. When the bridge hits again, she lets loose. The shock of pleasure of seeing her in her element burns my veins. Fucking hot. “Damn, I don’t even have dollar bills to stuff inside your panties. You’re wearing panties, right?” “I’m not going to tell.” She winks. “You’ll soon find out.” My cock swells so much, it feels like it’s doubled in size. I grip my hair and pull to curtail my arousal, but that’s not enough. She’s blissfully unaware of my predicament, lost to the music. She slides the skirt off her body, swinging her hips in perfect synch with the music. When the fabric pools at her feet, she st eps out of it and kicks it aside. Then, she takes it up about twenty notches. She turns around, parts her feet, and she wiggles her body, her head flipping from left to right. She’s wild, titillating, provocative, and so fucking desirable. I’m quite partial to the move where she emulates riding a mechanical bull. “So damn sexy.” She runs her hands down the silky chemise, lifting the hem just enough to torment me. Fuck. Me. Garter belts. My jaw, which has gone slack with shock over this blazing pe ep show, snaps shut. I swallow as I fight the urge to close the space between us and put an end to her striptease by burying myself balls de ep in her pussy. Jesus. I adjust myself... not that it does a damn thing. My cock is still on full alert. “The garter belt and the heels stay on when I fuck you.” “Whatever you say,” she says before slipping a finger into her mouth and sucking on it, her hooded eyes staring right at me. The dare glittering from her eyes is my demise. I’m this close to dropping to my knees and begging this woman for mercy. “Another downside of dating an older man,” she says. “The ticker can’t always take the heat.” She taps her heart for emphasis. “Oh, you’re asking for it.” “I guess I am.” She shrugs. “And I hope you’ll give it to me real good.” “In spades, baby.” “I better wrap this up, then.” Just when I think the dance can’t get any more feverish, she proves me wrong.
Fuck, I’m about to dial 911 as prevention. The pièce de résistance comes when she bends over and lifts the chemise, exposing a view that nearly makes me lose my shit in my pants. She’s wearing a pair of white crotchless panties and by God her pussy is dripping. My body tenses. Holy fucking shit. I’m not old enough for a heart attack, but this feels close. My body vibrates with tension and pent-up lust. I can’t take it a second longer. Enough. I reach her in one long st ep, scoop her in my arms, and sling her over my shoulder. She squeals. “Damn you for doing this to me,” I say. “Did I get you all worked up?” “You’ll soon find out.” I borrow her words. “Oh, God. Let go of me, you brute.” She feigns outrage. “You can’t take me against my will.” She kicks her legs. “Save it, blondie. You deserve the fury I’m about to unleash on your fine ass.” “Are you going to be gentle?” She says that in such a sweet voice. “Fat chance.” I scoff. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You provoked me. Now, it’s time to pay for the consequences of your actions.” “Have a heart. I beg of you, Tarzan,” she says. “There must be a way I can make it up to you.” She even adds a little tremolo to her voice. Who knew she had acting chops? I carry her to the bed and sit down at the edge with her in my lap, her ass pressed against my hard-on. She offers a triumphant smile. “You hardly sound like someone who wants to r epent or atone their sins,” I say. She frowns. “Maybe I have to try harder?” “I think you do.” “Would a kiss be a good start?” “Let’s see.” I lower my lips to hers and the contact is like a box of dynamite exploded in the room. I push my tongue between her lips, tasting every inch of her mouth. She cradles my head and moans against my lips as I de epen the kiss. I could kiss her a thousand times a day, and it still wouldn’t be enough. After a few long passionate breaths, I break the kiss. I place her on the bed and stand up. She sits up and scoots a little further up the bed. “Did I tell you to move?” She shakes her head. “I want you right where you were.” She obliges. I toe off my shoes, remove my socks, and undress in a rush. “What about your boxer briefs?” She points at them. “I’m ke eping them on. It’s part of your punishment.” She pouts. “You’re cold-hearted, Tarzan.” Chuckling, I sit on the bed, grab her by the ass and pull her onto my lap, forcing her to straddle my legs. And my God, her white crotchless panties leave nothing to the imagination. She gasps before sinking into me and gyrates her hips against my cock. “You’re so hard and so big,” she says, pressing her body against my cock. “Fuck.” The word drawls from my mouth. Her crotchless panties offer no barrier between her dripping wet pussy and my boxer briefs. Regaining control, I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug. “This is about you r epenting, remember?” She flashes me a mischievous grin, twisting in my lap with more determination. “Sorry.”
My cock swells under the pressure. I grip her waist. “Stop! You’re gonna make me come.” “Let’s get on with my punishment so we can move on to the good stuff.” She grins. I narrow my eyes at her. Two can play this game. “You’re not going to like what I have in store for you.” “Lay it on me.” “Let’s make it about you first,” I say. “That’s my kind of punishment. So, whatcha got for me?” “You’re going to make yourself come. The rule is, you stay on my lap, and I won’t help you.” She frowns. The heat between her legs is burning my cock. I’m no longer sure who I’m punishing. “Make it good,” I say. “Then, if I’m inclined, I’ll honor your pussy with my cock.” “Shit.” The word drops from her lips. “You’re a hardball.” “And you’re a cock teaser. Get to it.” She glares at me. She’s not so eager anymore. “I’m waiting.” She’s hesitant. “All talk no action, dimples?” “It’s just... I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before.” “Then, let me be your first.” I rest the palm of one hand against her inner thigh, opening her legs a little more. With the other hand, I trace the gap in her crotchless panties. Her head tilts back, and she closes her eyes, a long moan dropping from her lips. “You get a kick from knowing you have my undivided attention, dimples.” Her eyes meet mine. They’re veiled with lust. “That was the sole purpose of that performance,” I say. “This is a bit of the same... just a lot closer and personal.” “You do it. Please, touch me,” she says. “Touch me and make me come.” “No. I won’t.” “I’ll suck your cock if you do,” she says to sweeten the pot. “You’ll suck my cock, regardless.” Her eyes widen before her lips part in a slow grin. The fact she’s still wearing the chemise, garter belt, and heels makes this moment erotic. “I gave you an order and I expect you to follow it, Keira.” I grab her hand, guide it to the gap in her panties and rub her hand over her pussy lips. Her breath hitches. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” Even though my fingers aren’t in direct contact with her pussy, her slick juices are everywhere. “God. I like the way you do that.” “I’m not doing anything. You are.” “But you’re guiding my hand. It’s so fucking hot.” “It is, isn’t it?” She nods. I pull her hand away from her pussy, and force her to slap her pussy lips. She yelps. I grab hold of her middle finger and rub it around her clit in languorous circles. She lets out a long sigh and her head lolls back, and she bucks against her finger. I dig my free hand into her ass, restraining her movements. I adore the way her breaths are coming faster as we rub her clit together. Then, I take it all away from her by removing my hand. Her eyes meet mine, fury and frustration flashing back at me. “Why did you do that?” “The warm-up is over,” I say. “I explained what I expected. Now give it to me.” She doesn’t obey. “Keira.” She moves her finger. “Good girl. Ke ep going.” She’s bolder now. “Tell me what you want me to do to that dripping pussy.” “Fuck me.” “You want my cock?” “Yes, right here.” She slips a finger inside her pussy and pumps in and out.
Goddammit. “You want to swallow my massive cock with your tight pussy?” She slides another finger inside her desperate pussy and finger-fucks herself. “I want your cock to do this to me.” Her voice comes out shaky. “Is that how a good girl asks?” “Fuck me here. Please.” “Not good enough.” “Rhys, please. I need your cock and I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” “Much better.” I slide my hand to the middle of her back, dip my head, and bite her nipple through the silk. She cries out. She gyrates her hips in wild circular motions, rubbing her pussy against my crotch. The more she bucks against me, the more her juices soak my boxer briefs. Her breath is getting de eper—more labored. Fucking perfect. “Change of plan.” I grab her hand and bring it to my lips. Half lidded hazel-green eyes fix me. I lick the sweet juices from her fingers. “God, that’s naughty,” she says. “That’ll have to do for now until I get my mouth on you.” I grab hold of the hem of the chemise and pull it up her body. She lifts her arms without being told. I pull the silk fabric over her head and fling it aside, exposing her heavenly body. “Use my cock to get off.” My boxer briefs are soaked. Might as well go the distance. “I’m going to sit back and enjoy the show.” Her pupils dilate. “I like that.” She places both hands on my shoulders and positions herself. My firm palm holds her back, giving her more leverage. “Grind.” She doesn’t disappoint. The friction is mind-blowing. A groan slips from my mouth as I study my girl’s beautiful face as she chases her pleasure. The hedonistic sight of her pussy lips peeking from her white crotchless panties while she’s still wearing her garter belts will be seared in my memory forever. And then she’s riding my cock harder. And harder. And harder. She’s so wet. She gives herself to whatever hedonistic demon is controlling her. She’s out of her shell. Wild. Shameless. Fearless. I have to coax myself not to come. I slide a hand down her back until my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. Her hips gyrate faster as she grinds, and grinds, and grinds, lost to the moment. “Your... cock,” she says. “Take it out, please. Fuck me, Rhys.” “You’re starved for it?” “Yes.” “Not yet. Ke ep riding my cock and I’ll reward you later.” She pulls a fast one on me. She responds by bouncing off my balls. The unexpected movement takes my breath away. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My cock twitches, desperate to come out and play. She gasps, and her body shakes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She’s close. “Come hard for me, Keira.” “Oh, God, Rhys.” “Don’t hold back.” “Oh, Rhys, I’m there—” A sob es capes her lips, and she cries out as she gives in to her orgasm. It’s a thing of beauty. Her head drops to my chest, and she circles her arms around my neck, pressing her satiated body against my aching cock. Her breath is as ragged as mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” I drop a soft kiss on the top of her head.
I feel her smile against my chest. “You okay, dimples?” She nods. “You’re sure?” She nods again. “Good.” I pry her arms loose. She meets my gaze, her eyes wide with questions. “On your knees.”