“Fuck,” he hissed as his fingers fucked me more insistently. “You’re going to test my control, boy. I’ll have to watch you closely. I want you to come. Just like this. Without touching your cock.”
The hand he had in my hair tightened, twisting so I was forced to turn my head to the side. Seconds later, with his chest to my back, his mouth descended on mine again, two fingers still penetrating my ass.
His tongue fucked my mouth the way his fingers fucked my ass, and it didn’t take long before I was groaning roughly, coming in a rush that had my head spinning, my breath all but disappearing.
“Fuck, I love that,” he growled. “I’m going to enjoy watching you come next time.”
It was then I realized this man was going to own every part of me. He was going to show me things I’d never known before. Things about myself I hadn’t realized were lurking inside.
And I was looking forward to every single second.
SIXTEEN
Clarissa
I WOULD ADMIT, I’D NEVER had the sort of spa experience like the one I’d had today. Primed, buffed, polished, spritzed, and shined from head to toe was exactly how I left the place. Oh, and I couldn’t forget the full-body massage or the time I spent in a soothing bath, followed by the sauna. After I showered, using the exquisite body products they had for me, I was treated to a facial, followed by a pretty redhead doing my hair and makeup.
And the kind woman who had relieved me of that pesky pubic hair had been right. By the time I strolled back out to the waiting limo, I had forgotten all about the pain. In fact, I’d been floating on a cloud.
When Zeke and I arrived back at my house, I did as promised, contacting Troy to see about getting Tank approved to come to the fundraiser. While I had fully intended to call them myself, he had graciously handled the matter, calling me back to inform me it would not be a problem.
I relayed that information to Zeke and the man’s face lit up. Honest to God, I had never met anyone who was as attached to their dog as Zeke was.
Then again, when it came to this specific dog, I could understand the attachment. I liked Tank. The four-year-old Labrador retriever was perhaps the most well-behaved dog I’d ever met. He didn’t beg, he didn’t jump. But his tail wagged constantly, a sign that he was completely content right where he was.
We weren’t at the house long when the doorbell rang. It surprised me at first. Zeke handled it with ease, coming back inside carrying two hangers extending from thick plastic covers and a smaller bag. He separated everything and passed one hanger off to me along with the bag.
“Your dress,” he said, motioning to the hanger. “And that appears to be for tomorrow night.”
I felt my cheeks heat. I hadn’t expected him to look, but I guess it made sense. If he was guarding me, he would ensure he knew what was in the bag.
“The limo will be here at seven,” he informed me.
I glanced at the clock. That was only forty-five minutes. Since the spa had taken care of all the details, the only thing I had to do was get dressed.
“I’ll be outside if you need me,” Zeke said, motioning toward the back door. “And don’t answer the door, girl.”
I smiled. “I won’t.”
When he slipped outside with Tank in tow, I headed toward my bedroom. After laying the dress out on the bed, I slowly unzipped the cover, eager to see what Trent had selected for me.
My jaw almost hit the floor.
Oscar de la Renta.
That shouldn’t have surprised me. Not from Trent, anyway.
The black Chantilly lace and taffeta cocktail dress was exquisite. The bodice and the A-line skirt were made of dozens of triangles sewn together, while the neckline and arms were composed of a floral pattern. The entire thing was see-thru, covering a body-hugging silk mini dress beneath.
I opened the bag to find two additional bags. One contained a shoe box, which held a pair of sky-high black sandals. The other was a much more erotic ensemble, which I took to be my outfit for tomorrow night. The emerald-green corset was beautiful, in a rib-choking sort of way.
I smiled to myself as I prepared for the final step before the evening began.
*
I didn’t emerge from my bedroom until I was completely dressed. It had taken me a few minutes to get used to the feel of the dress against my skin. My bare skin, that was. Beneath the silk mini-dress, I was wearing exactly nothing. No bra, no panties. Every step I took reminded me of that fact.
“You look gorgeous,” Zeke said when I joined him in the living room.
