The Waltz (5 page)

“Yes, but now I thought we…” I replied sheepishly, knowing I was acting like a needy nymph.

“Now we eat.” He nodded toward my dress on the floor. I quickly realized I had been standing naked in front him without an ounce of bashfulness.

I could eat, but that was the last thing on my mind. And why wasn’t it the last thing on his? Wasn’t he tempted by me at all? I pushed the thought away as I grabbed my dress.

Then another disturbing thought occurred to me.

“Wait, are we going on a date?” I asked, sliding my dress over my head and adjusting it until is laid correctly.

“Not exactly,” he said, locking his office. He grabbed my hand, leading me out to the parking lot, which confused me even further. Handholding was not exactly the act of a casual sex partner. I said nothing as he led me to the passenger seat of a sleek black sedan. Once my door was closed, I shivered slightly as the air swooshed against my legs. My face, still burning with heat from being blasted in his office chair, welcomed the cold. What he had just accomplished in mere minutes took most men months of trying. I was soaking wet and couldn’t wait to feel that huge cock fill me up. I was suddenly irritated I had to wait longer. Then again, I loved the idea of his plans.

He sat next to me and started the car. I stayed quiet, not wanting to break the hum of my limbs. I was suddenly ravenous and now a little happier about dining. He stayed silent as well as he drove, adjusting the temperature for comfort, and turning on some music to fill the silent cabin. I looked out of my window, remembering the feel of his tongue and fingers. If the workings of his mouth were any indication of what this man could do, I was all for the game we were playing. We pulled into a Mexican restaurant I waited in my seat as he opened the door for me. When we were seated, he must have noticed my frown.

“What is it, Violet?” he asked, taking a tortilla chip from the bowl that had just been set down before us.

“Nothing,” I said, looking around the restaurant, none too pleased with the fact we weren’t dining in a classier place.

“Ah,” he said smirking. “You were expecting to be dined at a five star restaurant and fed buttered lobster from my fingers, is that it?”

“Well, not exactly,” I said, completely busted.

He opened his menu, trying to hide his deep smile, but I saw it.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I was hoping for something like that,” I said, picking up my menu.

“Uh huh,” he said, his chest moving with his chuckle.

“You’re doing it again, Rhys,” I said, my voice in a warning, “laughing at my expense.”

“You make it too easy.” He closed his menu and leaned over. “Sorry, but you have obviously read one too many erotica books.”

I crossed my arms and sat back, defiant. “So what? That’s what we women crave, to be worshiped and showered with gifts and adored while getting our brains fucked out.”

He leaned over, closed my menu and looked directly at me, his stare hot, making me shift suddenly. “I intend to make you crave me after I worship, shower, adore your pussy and fuck your brains out. But tonight, I’m in the mood for Mexican, okay, princess?”

I nodded quickly as I opened my menu. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I have no right to expect anything like that. And please don’t call me a princess or the next time I have your dick in my mouth I’ll bite hard and not in a pleasurable way.”

To that, he chuckled. “Noted.”

When the waiter came, we ordered fajitas and margaritas, keeping our conversation light. I finished my plate and looked at him with a question.

“Do you take all your tourists to dinner?”

“Tourists?” His lips curled at the edges. “I guess that would be an appropriate word for you at the moment. And yes, all the ladies that I have a sexual relationship with get fed at some point.”

“Why? That’s more of a dating type of thing to do.” He looked at me incredulously and shook his head.

“Well, this is not a scenario where you are fucking a man with no heart. Again with the books. I have feelings, emotions. I’m not made of steel, I bleed and I like to get to know the women I fuck. It’s a matter of feeling them out, seeing what they prefer, their wants and needs. Sex is just as psychological as it is physical, Violet. I date. I have relationships. Not all people into kink have some sort of demon to battle. It’s a sexual preference.”

“That club is like something out of one of my books.”

He exhaled. “Violet, that club was handed to me. None of it was my idea.”

“So what you’re saying is you’re normal?” I asked, the disappointment in my voice unmistakable.

“Sorry to disappoint you again. Would you prefer I acted like a pompous ass with mental issues and ordered you around like a bitch in heat?”

“I don’t know,” I said, sipping my margarita.

“That’s the point, you don’t. We are going to find out. For now, why don’t you just go with it? Why are you getting a divorce?”

That question threw me for a loop and I downed my margarita and gave him an honest answer.

“I started listening to his home office conversations months ago and realized he was cheating on me, with two women. When he comes home, which is rare at this point, at precisely eleven p.m. he calls who I refer to as
the girlfriend
and talks to her. She seems to have him on a short leash. It’s like a meticulous ritual with her and doesn’t make sense to me, but it’s every night he’s home at the exact same time. Other days and at all times of the day I’ll catch him calling the other. He’s either never realized his conversations aren’t muffled or doesn’t care. He cheated, it’s over. I’m fine and I never, ever want to talk about him again.” I glared at him for bringing up such a personal topic so soon.

He motioned for the waiter to get the check, paid quickly and grabbed my hand and led me out to the patio. A mariachi band was walking from table to table playing upbeat songs. I felt numb as I took in the small stone waterfall and strategically placed lights hanging above us. To the right of the patio around the corner of the building there was a tiny gazebo close to a small pond hidden under the cover of a tree and he led me there without a word. He took a seat at the tiny bench inside of it and gestured for me to sit on his lap. He turned my body sideways so that my legs were spread over his.

I stared at the pond still uneasy from my admission to Rhys and breathed the cold air in deep, trying to gain some small sense of peace back. This really wasn’t what I had in mind at all when I set out to explore my sexuality. I thought I had been perfectly clear about what I wanted, and so far, we’d only had some mind blowing oral. We sat in silence for a few moments before his breath was on my neck. I turned to see his eyes full of the same lust he’d shown back at his office. I was instantly back there with him, lips parted as he slid his hand underneath my dress and began to massage my pussy over my panties in mesmerizing circles. I instantly left the dark place from our conversation and felt my body start to hum. He moved my panties to the side, entering me suddenly with his digits, and I lost all sense of reality. I bucked under his hand, my body begging for more. He pulled his fingers from me, sucking them sweetly before putting them back into my warm center, in, out, in and out, in and out. He leaned over and took my neck with his mouth, trailing his tongue to my ear.

“I love the way you taste.”

My clit pulsed as he brushed it with his thumb. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I opened wider for him as we held each other’s gaze. I licked his lips and he squeezed his eyes shut, his hard dick bulging beneath me. He stood suddenly, forcing me to my feet, and turning me away from him as he placed my hands on either side of the arch of the small gazebo. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling my ass toward him bending me over slightly. Looking around frantically to see if anyone was coming our way, I started to protest when he lifted my skirt so it hung on my back and pulled down my panties. I was in a panic. Anyone could come by at any moment. Oh God, this was … hot! My arms buckled slightly when I felt the tip of his huge cock at my entrance, sliding up and down. He ran one hand up and down my ass and smoothed it over, caressing my thighs as the other finger fucked me roughly. On edge and full of adrenaline, I kept my mouth clamped as his raw touch pushed me into a frenzy.

“You’re going to stand there and take this dick, Violet,” he ordered, his voice making my sex clench. There were people just a few feet away. My skirt was hanging over my ass and my front was covered, but there was no mistaking what we were about to do. His huge tip entered me again and I bit my bottom lip so hard tears sprang to my eyes.

And then I felt him. His width slid into me one painful and achingly delicious inch at a time. I thanked God out loud as the mariachi band started another song very close to where I was being impaled.

Rhys pinched my nipple, finding it easily over my dress as he thrust the rest of his hard length deep inside of me. My scream was muffled by the band and I held on tight as his cock stretched my drenched pussy. He gripped both hips, showing no mercy as he stroked me viscously. I called out to him, my pleas lost in the air. He bent me over further and my entire body twitched when he hit me deep, fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. I braced myself, taking all he would give me, savoring every amazing amount of beautiful friction. He squeezed my ass painfully, driving in deeper, and all I could do was hold on as I prayed for him to never stop. The more he fucked me, the wetter I got.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, his dick still pulsing inside of me as he again sat on the bench. I writhed in pleasure, feeling the depth of him even more. Now sitting on his lap, his cock buried deep as I faced away from him, unable to see, only to feel, I moved my body, grinding my hips into him.

“Violet,” he grunted, pumping into me as I braced my hands on his knees and bounced up and down with his thrusts, my legs hanging limp on either side of him. I was out of my mind moaning as he pumped into me, his balls slapping my ass and finger pressing on my clit. I felt the pull and second-guessed it until minutes later Rhys had his hand over my mouth, muffling my now easily heard moans. I shattered, completely coming apart as he pressed hard on my clit and buried his cock deep. My legs shook uncontrollably and I went limp as he pounded into me and spilled himself inside.

I opened my eyes to find us unseen, or at least I hoped so, but deep down I really didn’t give a shit. Rhys pulled out of me and I felt the evidence of his orgasm seep down my leg as I used my panties to wipe the mess away, stuffing them in my purse. Rhys buckled his pants and turned me to him to straighten my dress. I looked at him with wide eyes as he rubbed his thumb along my jaw then placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“I love Mexican,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I could only nod as he led me to the car, staying quiet until we arrived at The Rabbit Hole.

He kept his car idling, to keep the heat in, and asked for my cell. I watched his profile as he programmed his number into my phone. The glow of the dash lit the shadows and highlighted the perfect, strong lines of his face.

“Why are you single?” I asked before I had a chance to weigh my words.

He handed my phone back. “I haven’t always been.”

“That’s an answer?” I asked, thrown off by the open book my life had been so far to him and the vague answer he had just given me.

“It’s one you will have to accept tonight.” He got out of the car and cornered my side as I smoothed down my dress. I accepted his hand and he kissed my wrist in a way that made my now sore sex ache to be filled again.

“Thank you?” I said, grinning widely as he nodded his head to accept, and returning my grin.

“I’ll be in touch, Violet.” He watched me walk to my car, and when I was safely inside, he returned to his. I drove away with a smile plastered to my face and an ache that I reveled in. Thank you, indeed.

At home, soaking in the tub full of Epsom salt for the second day in a row, two things were apparent. I was ridiculously out of shape and I had been well fucked by a man with a dick the size of a tall Red Bull. I had winced throughout the last two days, wondering if I could even handle another hit of him. I checked my cell phone constantly, but had received nothing, not a word from him.

Alex walked into the bathroom, straightening his tie. “What’s on your agenda today?”

I sat stunned. There would be words between us today?

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” I looked behind me at the shower tiles to emphasize my sarcasm.

He looked down at the floor, studying his shoes. It was the first time I had really looked at him in months. Chestnut brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a boyishly handsome face, it was no big mystery to me why I fell for him. Smart, good-looking, funny, a persuasive way with words, now all I wanted was his silence.

“Vi, I know I’ve been distant,” he offered. I waved my hand immediately.

“Absent, not distant. Absent. And I really don’t even care to talk about it today, Alex. I’ve tried too hard for too long.” I stood up from the tub and saw him take in my naked form. He gave me a good once over and grabbed a towel, handing it to me and averted his eyes as if it bothered him. I made a small ‘hmpf’ sound and walked past him.