Chapter 23

Ollie

I could see the look in Elana’s eye, one of mischief and lust, and instantly, I could feel my cock get rock solid in my pants. I shifted in my seat, trying to adjust myself. God, I hoped that she was looking for me to service her sexually. It would be exactly what I needed. She was so sexy and confident, something I hadn’t seen in her until we were hanging out all the time. It was obvious that she was a nervous person, and she didn’t let her guard down easily, but once she did, her confidence went through the roof. I had to admit, it was probably one of the sexiest things about her: having her feel strong enough in my presence to feel like she was desirable and beautiful. That alone showed me that I was doing a really good job at helping her to feel more comfortable in her beautiful skin. I wanted her to see herself as I saw her: strong, beautiful, and sexy.

I had been longing for her touch since we had sex before, and my lust had grown, becoming almost painful. I tried to hide the grin on my face as we continued eating, not being able to get my raging hard-on off my mind. I wanted this woman in every way I could possibly think of, and from the look on her face, she was having the same exact thoughts about me. How could I not be chomping at the bit for her to let down the last of her guard and take what she wanted?

For the rest of dinner, we talked about all kinds of things, from the upcoming holidays to how amazing it was that we found each other after all of these years. Thrown into the conversation were flirtations and innuendos that were not helping me calm down at all. In reality, though, I didn’t want to calm down. I wanted to jump all over her. When dinner was done, she helped me clear the table and wandered around drinking her wine as I rinsed the dishes. My breathing was a bit labored as I stood there, feeling the thickness in the air between us. I needed to calm down.

When I was done, I dried off my hands and looked out at the patio, watching as she stood in the darkness, staring up at the night sky. The moon was bright, and the soft lighting hit her skin, sending shivers down my spine. She looked radiant standing there, and I almost didn’t even recognize the girl I had once known. Elana was a woman now, forced to grow up with tragedy, but blossoming with every year that I had been gone. I wondered how I didn’t see that the first moment I ran into her. The truth was, she wasn’t Elana anymore, or at least, the Elana I knew back in the day. She was a stronger, more vibrant woman with characteristics that were hidden away before, under the guise of nerdiness and determination.

I walked toward the door, grabbing my jacket off the hook on the wall, my eyes glued to the way her back curved right above her round, firm ass. My pants were tight from the pressure of my fully erect cock, and I moved it around a bit before stepping outside into the cool night air. Slowly, I pulled the coat up over her shoulders, kissing her on the cheek and smiling, standing as close as she would let me.

“Why, thank you,” she said. “You are a good and faithful servant.”

“I think you are a bit too good at the mistress thing.” I chuckled.

“You know what will be awkward?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“If I ever become super rich and hire a servant.” She laughed. “Though, I don’t think I have to really worry about that. Librarians aren’t known for their copious amounts of wealth.”

“Hey, you never know. Maybe you’ll discover a new way of binding a book or something.” I laughed. “Or the next new age way to organize books on the shelf. You can patent it, and then they have to pay you to use it.”

“I don’t think it quite works that way.” She giggled, watching the small, rogue clouds filter across the sky.

I followed her eyes up to a small cluster of stars and then pulled my head back down, staring at her perfectly smooth fair skin and blushed cheek. Her vision was fixated on the stars, but mine was fixated on her, memorizing every curve, every speck, and every imperfection that I only found to make her that much more beautiful. I didn’t want our game to end, and I wanted her to relax, giving in to the things I knew were floating around in her head. I needed to see if I could keep the roleplay going, just for a bit longer.

“So, madam,” I said, taking in a deep breath. “You’ve had your delicious, gourmet dinner, you have relaxed while your dutiful servant cleaned the plates and put them away, and now, he waits, wondering what your next desire is, hoping it is something a bit more fun.”

“Slaving away in the kitchen wasn’t fun?” she asked, laughing. “Who would have guessed? Though you did look pretty handsome doing it, like you were right out of a catalog.”

“I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing,” I said, laughing.

“You’ll make a really good wife one day.” She giggled. “So, let’s see. What could I order you to do next?”

“Be easy on me.” I laughed.

“The world is my oyster here,” she said with a smile.

I watched as she sipped her wine, something glimmering in her eye. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, but I really hoped it had something to do with relieving this massive hard-on in my pants. I wanted to grab her and take her right there, but this was her game, and I was determined to give her the choice in whatever happened. Sure, I liked to take control, to make her feel protected and taken care of, but she needed to remember that she had control of her own life. She needed to see that I was ready and open to anything she had to offer me. Hopefully, that offer was going to include my cock because I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. Everything about her was turning me on, from the way she licked her lips after a sip of wine, to the way her hand brushed against me as she moved.

“So, I can literally order you to do anything that I want?” she asked.

“Yep,” I said, nodding. “Well, anything within reason, of course. I draw the line at thievery and murder.”

“You take all the fun out of it,” she said with a giggle.

“I know,” I sighed. “Damn my moral compass.”

She laughed, her mind still winding around my offer. She lifted her glass to her lips and smiled, looking out over the backyard. She swallowed her wine and turned to me, running her finger slowly down my chest and stopping at my belt buckle. My heart went wild anticipating what she was going to say. I could feel myself getting wound tighter and tighter, almost bursting at the seams.

“I want a massage,” she said quietly. “I want to have oil, your hands, the whole nine yards.”

“All right,” I said excitedly. “And what kind of massage would you like? A shoulder massage, a foot massage, a scalp massage maybe? Oh, then there is the ever-popular, gluteus massage, giving you added relief while working for all those hours in the dusty stacks. Personally, I would choose the—”

She put her finger over my lips and shushed me quietly. She took a big gulp of her wine, obviously the catalyst behind her ability to let go and relax. She stepped forward, her lips just inches from my ear.

“I want a full body massage,” she whispered. “The whole nine yards, from head to toe. I want every muscle in my body to relax at the same time, and I want your hands to be the ones that do it. Is that something that you think you can handle, servant boy?”

Holy crap, was it ever. I nodded my head, my words stuck in my throat. She kissed my cheek softly and went back to her glass, taking another sip. For a moment, I was frozen in place, unable to move at the idea of getting to rub my hands all over her silky-smooth body. On top of all of that, she would be naked, leaving me unable to understand how I was supposed to control my cock. I already wanted to fuck her so badly.

“Good,” she said, looking over at me. “Then you go ahead and get ready for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said with a smirk, turning and walking toward the door.

“Oh, and servant boy,” she said, turning her head toward me. “Make it romantic. Maybe by a fire or something.”

“You read my mind,” I said, smiling and walking into the house.

I immediately went to work, making the most awesome atmosphere I could muster on such short notice. I was so excited, I could barely keep my thoughts on track. I grabbed some wood from the pile by the fireplace and started a big, raging fire, perfect for a night like this. I stoked the flames for a while, not wanting it to go out halfway through the massage. It would definitely keep her body warm as she sprawled out naked in front of me. I then ran down the hall and pulled a big, thick comforter from the closet, bringing it back and laying it out on the floor in front of the fire. I wanted her to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible, and if it went the way I wanted it to go, I wanted it to be a spot I could take her at any moment.

I got up from the floor, tossing a couple of pillows down for her head, and went over to the stereo where I turned on some light, sensual music. The room flickered in the lights of the fire, and I smiled, walking to the bathroom and grabbing the baby oil. When I got back, she was standing there, holding her wine glass in front of her, a look of a slightly unsure nature on her face. I knew that we were supposed to be moving slowly. I was the one that had forced that concept. But at that moment, I needed this more than my next breath. I hadn’t stopped thinking about making love to Elana since the first time, and having her in my arms now without being able to touch her was driving me absolutely insane.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, walking toward her. “Why don’t you get undressed?”

She looked at me and smiled coyly, nodding her head and setting her glass down on the table. I watched as she took each piece of her clothing off slowly, leaving just her red lace panties on. Her body glistened in the light of the fire, and she was extraordinarily beautiful in the lights. With each step toward me, her breasts bounced up and down, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. She laid down on her belly, letting out a deep breath from the warmth of the fire. I smiled, reaching up and pulling the oil down from the mantle. I took my shirt off to avoid getting any stains on it and then paused, taking in her gorgeous frame.

This was going to be the ultimate seduction; only I hadn’t yet figured out who was seducing who.