Chapter Seven
Olivia
By the time Friday came, I’d lost five pounds from worrying. The minute I pressed Send on the email to Kane to request a fantasy room I regretted it. I wasn’t that type of woman, even if I’d always wanted to be. I was the timid girl afraid to send a man a drink in a bar even with my friends egging me on. I was the nose-to-the-grindstone bookworm who felt more comfortable around facts and figures than men.
But I didn’t want to be that woman anymore.
That didn’t mean I should turn into some Lady Godiva wannabe at my workplace. What was I thinking? I had to work with these men, and now they’d think I was some kind of oversexed woman who didn’t have brains enough to shed her inhibitions in private.
Even worse, although Cash hadn’t mentioned anything about my request, he’d seemed distant for the last two days. Or maybe it was just my being paranoid. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t even sure I’d go up to the top floor at midnight like Kane had instructed me to in his email back to me.
The sound of the music pounding in the club outside my office made concentrating impossible tonight. Now I knew why I usually preferred to work my eleven to seven schedule, but the truth was I wouldn’t have been able to get much work done even if it was dead silent outside my door. My mind raced with the implications of my decision to follow my friends’ suggestions to let loose and enjoy myself. What if Cash found out? What would he think?
Who was I kidding? He already knew. That’s why he’d become colder than Mr. Frosty suddenly. If only Stefan was my boss. He’d understand. The younger March brother wouldn’t pass judgment on me. Hell, he’d probably join me. Instead, I worked for the owner who was all business, even though I’d tried in my own very timid way to let him know I liked him.
I stared at my laptop screen, realizing the truth. I was as pathetic as Josie and Erin thought I was.
“Olivia?”
I lifted my head at the sound of a deep voice and saw Cash closing my office door. He looked incredible in a black suit and sapphire blue dress shirt. Damn, he filled out a suit well!
“Yes?” I answered, my mind filled with how good he looked standing there.
“I’m going to be out of the building tonight. I know this is the first time you’ve chosen to work while the club is open, so if you have any problems, just text me.”
“I don’t expect to have any problems. No one even knows I’m back here. If I need anything, I can just ask Stefan since he’ll be close by.”
My suggestion meant to help Cash leave behind the worries of the job for one night caused him to frown. “No. I don’t want you bothering Stefan. If you need anything, text or call me. Are we clear?”
“Oh…oh, okay,” I stammered out, stung by his sharp rebuke of my kind gesture.
“Have a good weekend,” he said, his voice back to its usual sexier softness.
I wished him the same, and as he turned and walked out into the club probably to some great date with a gorgeous supermodel, my heart sank. Even though I’d worried about him knowing what I planned for later tonight, some tiny part of me had secretly hoped it would have made him open up a little more and maybe show me he liked me too.
So much for my pie in the sky dreams.
* * *
I walked through the nightclub section of Club X in my tiny black tank dress and almost four inch heels, weaving through the crowds to the beat of dance music on my way to the stairs that led up to the fantasy rooms. Although I rarely dressed up like this, I liked how it felt when I saw a few male patrons check me out. They didn’t know I was all walk and no talk, but it didn’t matter. Tonight wasn’t about impressing them.
Tonight was about me becoming the new and improved Olivia.
My legs shook almost uncontrollably as I climbed the stairs past the second, third, and fourth floors, avoiding the gazes of the throngs of people passing me. Each step I took moved me one step closer to my fantasy. I’d been pretty vague on my request form, only saying I wanted to experience not being in control all the time. I wasn’t up for anything too freaky, but I didn’t want to put too many restrictions on my request and end up having tea with some pathetic guy in glasses because Kane thought I was looking for something tame.
By the time I reached the top floor, it was nearly midnight and my stomach was completely tied in knots. My palms felt clammy too, and as I walked toward where Kane stood talking to some man, I nonchalantly wiped my hands down the front of my dress, hoping to dry them off a little. The men stared at me as I approached them, and I immediately wondered if this was the person Kane had arranged to spend time with me. Tall and very muscular, he wore his blond hair a little too long for my taste and reminded me of that model who’d been on all those romance novels my mother used to like to read. He seemed intensely interested in me, though, and I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed at the idea that my first venture into the sexier side of life would be with him.
“Olivia, I almost didn’t recognize you,” Kane said in an unusually pleasant voice for him.
I looked down at my dress and back up at him. “Yes, well, I thought I should…” I felt foolish explaining my choice of clothes and by the look on the mystery man’s face, he couldn’t figure out why I was boring them with the information either, so I let my sentence trail off into awkward silence. My brand new sexy life wasn’t starting off well at all.
Kane pointed down the hallway I’d walked with Cash the week before. “Go to the last room on the right. Be sure to follow all the directions on the card. Most important, have a good time, Olivia.”
The scary owner seemed downright chipper tonight, but I had the feeling it was more amusement at me than a new outlook on life. I turned and walked through the crowd of already drunk partiers directly to the room, just as he’d told me to, finding only a note and a plain, white box on the table next to the ordinary tan sofa. Taking a deep breath, I sat down and opened the note card.
Welcome to your fantasy, Olivia. This night is all yours. For the next two hours, let yourself go. You want to experience not being in control, so you’ll do as I desire. If you don’t obey, I’ll correct you once. The second time you make any mistake, our time will be over.
In the box, you’ll find a blindfold. Put it on and wait.
Nervous but exhilarated by the promise of the evening, I opened the lid and nestled inside sat a black silk blindfold. Lifting it out of the box, I ran my fingertips over it, loving the cool, smooth feel of it against my skin. I took one last look around the room that resembled the one I’d sat in with Cash and put the blindfold up to my eyes, tying the ribbons behind my head to hold it in place.
And then I waited.
Without my sight, the sound of my heart pounding became my focus, but I listened to hear my companion for the evening approach, unable to make out anything outside this room because of the soundproofing. Every puff of cool air from the ducts overhead, every hint of my favorite perfume gently wafting the scent of vanilla and floral up from behind my earlobes became so pronounced. I felt vulnerable and on display, and I wondered if anyone stood behind the window waiting for the moment when the covering would rise and they could see everything inside the room. Straining my ears, I waited to hear the sound that would tell me the wall had lifted, but after five minutes or so, I stopped and let myself relax, as the note had told me to.
The door opening put every cell in my body on red alert. The person who entered said nothing, but I felt them standing there watching me. I sat ramrod straight, my heart hammering away in my chest, as I anticipated their first words to me. The air around us nearly crackled with excitement, mine mostly I imagined, but I wanted to think this person who’d spend the next two hours with me wanted to be there too for their own reasons.
As the door closed, I heard them move toward me, and then the first touch of their hands made my breath catch in my throat. Large and strong, the man’s hands slowly caressed my upper arms, sending goosebumps all down my skin. A mixture of exhilaration and fear rippled through me. Closing my eyes, I reminded myself that this was what I wanted. I couldn’t go on living life so safe that I never truly lived at all.
Unsure of how to act, I nervously asked, “What’s your name?”
A deep voice whispered, “Shhhh,” and he took my hand to guide me from my place on the couch. It wasn’t even a real word he spoke, but it was an order—a command—that I was supposed to listen to, and I did willingly, loving how little control I felt already.
His hand slid down my back to the base of my spine as I walked, an unmistakable act of power. Our time would be governed by his rules, not mine. The thought of him controlling my fantasy excited me. What would he do? What would he want me to do? I’d only reserved the room for two hours, a basic fantasy, so there wasn’t supposed to be sex involved.
But at that moment, I so wished it would be. He’d barely touched me, and I wanted him so badly. No, I wanted Cash, but for tonight, this man would be him, at least in my mind.
I sat on the barstool he’d led me to and sensed him move around me. His warm breath slid over the skin on my neck, making every hair stand at attention. Never before had I been so aware of another person near me. My hands ached to reach out and touch him to learn more about the man who already had such an effect on me, but I had the surest sense that wasn’t allowed until he said it was.
He stood in front of me, and I imagined him silently watching me. I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Fulfilling fantasies was his job, but this was all new to me. I licked my lips to moisten them as my nervousness made my mouth as dry as cotton and I heard him exhale. Then he touched my cheek and instantly I felt lightheaded. The pad of his thumb traced a line from just under my cheekbone to the swell of my bottom lip I’d just licked with my tongue and as his finger reached the corner of my mouth, his fingernail grazed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as he moved his hand away.
I listened as the sound of his shoes hitting the floor signaled he’d moved around behind me. Tensing my muscles, I waited for him to touch me again, desperate to feel his skin on mine once more. My mind swirled with thoughts of Cash as the man there with me. For the first time, I let myself fantasize about him without fear.
This was a fantasy room, after all.
Without realizing it, I relaxed as I imagined what being with Cassian March would be like. Eyes closed behind the blindfold, I let my mind’s eye create images of how he looked out of those expensive suits, his muscular body revealed just for me. As I enjoyed my private fantasy, the man behind me softly pushed my hair off to my left shoulder and pressed his lips against my neck. His mouth was warm and gentle on my skin, and an involuntary moan escaped from my throat when I felt his hand moved around to stroke the column of my neck.
I lifted my chin, needy to feel him touch me more, and deliberately his fingers squeezed my flesh ever so lightly. Fear spiked inside me at the fact that his hand, so big and strong, could crush my windpipe in one swift move if he chose, but his touch was gentle, if insistent. I was his to control, not hurt.
He moaned low and quiet near my ear, sending a shockwave straight to my core. I had no idea who he was, what he looked like, or even what he sounded like when he said my name, but at that moment if he had wanted me I would have willingly given myself to him. I knew it was foolish, but that didn’t change how I felt.
His thumb rubbed against my neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever he touched. Then just as I thought I couldn’t take another instant of his teasing touch, he moved his hand away and I heard him walk around me again. I sat there confused why he’d stopped. Our time couldn’t be up yet.
Swiveling my head left and right to try to get a sense of what was going on, I caught a hint of his cologne. Vaguely familiar, I’d never smelled anything more delicious in my life. I wanted to fill my nostrils with that masculine scent as I buried my head in the curve between his neck and shoulder and pressed my lips against his skin.
He stopped my head with a gentle touch of his hand on my jaw. Every movement stimulated my senses because even though he never touched me harshly, there was no mistaking his control over me. Yes, I’d requested this fantasy and I knew this was all an act to him, but to me our time together brought out a part of me I’d never really knew existed. I wanted to give up the control I’d always thought was so important, and this stranger brought that out in me.
And then he kissed me, his lips soft and warm. They moved over mine like they knew exactly how to excite me. His strong hands cradled my face as our kiss deepened, nearly burning my lips with the heat between us. The first light touch of his tongue on mine made my pussy run wet. I wanted to feel that tongue slide over my clit as I slipped over the edge into a toe-curling orgasm.
My mind reeled between fantasy and reality. The person I wanted to do all these things to me was Cash, not this unknown man playacting because it was his job. Desire mingled with the truth, pushing it aside as his kiss deepened even further, his tongue eagerly gliding over mine.
Timidly, I reached out to touch the man who so easily brought out in me such sensuality that even I couldn’t believe I wanted these things. He didn’t stop me, so I pressed my hands against his chest, broad and hard under a dress shirt. My mind flashed back to what the man standing with Kane had been wearing. This was not him. A lick of fear tore through me. Was it Cash’s brother there with me?
I ran my hand over the back of his neck and instantly knew it wasn’t Kane I was touching. He wore his hair cropped to his head, and this man’s hair was a little longer, just barely hitting the collar of his shirt. It felt as soft as silk as I slid the ends through my fingers. Who was this?
As I pondered this question, he moved back away from me until only his hands touched the tops of my legs. His thumbs traced a slow path down toward the inside of my thighs that seemed to fall open of their own volition. God, I wanted him to ease the ache he’d created in me.
I opened my mouth to speak, knowing he didn’t want me to but needing to say something, but stopped dead when I felt his lips on my inner thigh. I gasped as he flicked his tongue against my skin, and I could have sworn I heard him moan my name. Slowly, he inched his way up under my skirt, so close to where I desperately wished him to be. He was so close I felt his breath on my…
And then I felt his finger slide through the front of my damp panties, tracing the cleft up to my needy clit. Leaning back, I moaned, “Oh,” and waited, wishing more than anything he’d put his mouth on my pussy.
But he stopped, leaving me wanting as he stood up and leaned in to whisper so quietly I barely heard the words, “Goodnight, Olivia.”
My emotions spun out of control, and before I could say a word, he left me sitting there aching and desperate for more. Tearing off my blindfold, I looked around for any sign of who my mystery man had been and why he’d left so abruptly before our reserved time was up, but I saw nothing. Walking to the door on shaky legs, I opened it to see the crowd of people in the hallway. Was the man who’d been with me one of them?
I hurried down toward where Kane had stood just a short time ago, but his post was empty so I couldn’t even ask him who had been assigned to my room. Not that it mattered. Whoever it was, in my mind it had been Cash there with me.
Hours later, I lay awake in bed still strung out from my first time in a Club X fantasy room. Every inch of my body had been awakened, every sense heightened by a man whose touch thrilled me but whose face I’d never seen. I wanted more. I wanted to feel that sexy again.
My fingers slid slowly down over my stomach and through my folds as I replayed every moment of my fantasy coming true. Closing my eyes, I thought about the one man who’d filled my nights for weeks.
Cash walked into my office and closed the door behind him. Dressed in a black suit and red shirt, he looked more stunning than usual, if that was possible. His cool blue eyes focused on me as he walked toward my desk.
“Staying late tonight, Olivia?”
Another boss asking me that question would be perfectly normal, but something in his tone told me his interest in my schedule had nothing to do with the work I was busy with. Shifting in my chair, I nodded. “I thought I’d catch up on some work. You know, so I can begin ahead of the game on Monday.”
He stopped in front of my desk and smiled. “Always so diligent.”
God, he could have been reading one of my management textbooks in that voice and I’d want him inside me. I wondered if he knew how sexy he sounded, or did he simply always sound like a sex god?
I began to needlessly explain that I liked to begin the workweek fresh, like some overachieving nerd who didn’t understand what to do when a gorgeous man came into her presence. I knew. I just wasn’t sure enough to act on that knowledge with someone like Cassian March.
He rounded the corner of my desk and leaned down just inches away from me. “I think it’s time for you to get off work, don’t you?”
The room suddenly felt too small as he stared down at me with those stunning blue eyes. His face was so close to mine that all I had to do was lean forward just a tiny bit and I’d finally get to know what his perfect mouth felt like.
Instantly, I wished I could say something sexy—something that would make him hot like he made me—but he unnerved me so much my mind went blank and it was all I could do to squeak out, “Oh, okay.”
Then he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that took my breath away. The room swam around me. His lips were as soft as I’d imagined and he claimed my mouth with an urgency that belied that cool persona he wore every day.
He pulled away and licked his lips as if to taste me on them. “I know there’s more to you than just a great worker, Olivia. Time to show me who the real you is.”
His mouth crushed against mine again as his one hand held me to him while the other slid up my thigh under my skirt. He moved fast, but stopping him was the last thing on my mind. More than anything, I wanted to feel him inside me, whether it was his fingers or his cock.
I stood from my chair, my skirt pushed up around my waist to reveal my panties drenched from how excited he’d made me. He leaned back against my desk and began to undo his belt, quickly unzipping his pants to show nothing but his rock hard cock.
All my thoughts of straddling him and riding that cock were suddenly pushed back in my mind in favor of taking him in my mouth and sucking him dry. I wanted to taste that gorgeous part of him more than anything. Dropping to my knees, I palmed the root of his shaft and wrapped my lips around the swollen tip, sucking him into my mouth as much as I could. He moaned loudly and buried his hands in my hair to guide me as I slid his gorgeous cock in and out of my mouth.
His skin was velvety smooth over his rock hard shaft, and he tasted faintly of salt and muskiness. Pure male. I cupped his balls in my free hand and looked up to see him staring down at me with a look in his piercing blue eyes that told me this was exactly what he’d had in mind. Over and over, I swallowed his cock, loving the sound of his moans as I inched him closer and closer to release.
I felt his hands tighten in my hair, sending delicious pain skittering across my scalp. Looking down at me, he licked his lips and grinned. “Slow. I want this to last.”
Controlling my pace, he fucked my mouth slowly and methodically, and I licked and sucked every glorious inch of him. I felt his sac tighten in my palm and knew he was just seconds away from coming. Keeping my gaze on him, I watched his eyes glaze over as his cock flooded my mouth. Gently, I squeezed the base, feeling it twitch as cum spurted out of him.
When he finally finished, I stood up to face him and he quickly moved to push my panties out of the way. “Straddle me, Olivia. I want to see you ride my cock.”
My fingers slid through my wet pussy and over my swollen clit as the fantasy of fucking Cash played itself out in my mind. My orgasm hit at just the moment when he ordered me to ride him, and I plunged two fingers inside me just as the vision of him sliding into my body filled my mind.