Chapter 4: Arianna
I admit that even four months in, I still think about Dell — a lot — when I’m down in the Child Spa, especially if I’m feeling restless.
The place hums along, only a couple small details to attend to other than the usual routine. Everyone seems happy to see me, both the teachers and the children. It may help that I’m not here every day.
Going part-time was a good change.
I check the clock as I walk by. Just past eleven. Close enough to pass for lunchtime. I quickly text Dell.
Is the baby sleeping?
A little zing zips through me. Even though I’m marrying Dell and know him better than anybody, it’s still a thrill to proposition him in the middle of the day.
My phone buzzes.
She’s down.
I hustle along the hall to the back exit to the elevators and send another text.
Be naked.
His response is swift.
I plan to. Will you?
Another electric charge bolts through me. That man.
I step into the elevator and hold the card key up to the sensor that will let me up to the penthouse. This will alert Bernard, the butler, that I’m coming up. Given the hour, he will probably be preparing lunch.
Do I dare get naked before I go up there?
Dell has asked. The doors close and I’m alone in the elevator. I glance up at the camera in the corner. I can’t do it here.
But then I get another text. I glance down at the phone in my hand.
Get busy. I’m watching.
I text back. Can’t the guards see?
I cut the feed to our elevator months ago. I’m the only one who can activate the camera.
I remember him mentioning this now. Plus, he’s too protective of me to let some random guards watch me undress.
I’m waiting.
I look up at the camera. Dell leaves nothing to chance. I’m sure only he can see.
I kick off my shoes. Today’s dress is all one piece. It wraps around and ties at the waist. I pull on the string.
My phone buzzes.
That’s what I’m talking about.
A strong shot of desire bolts through me as the dress falls open. I shrug my shoulders and let it drop to the floor of the elevator. It’s moving now, slowly making its ascent.
My phone vibrates again.
Breasts. I must see them.
I shake my head with a smile and reach behind my back for the hooks of the bra. It isn’t easy with the phone in my hand, but I manage.
I look up at the camera, feeling shy for a moment.
A text.
Please. I can’t take it.
I drop my arms and let the bra slide to the floor.
Jesus.
We’re almost to the top. I slide the lace panties down. I’m nervous now. What if the housekeeper is in the penthouse and decides to leave? Is there a delivery person in the private hall?
I step out of the panties. The elevator glides to a stop.
But the doors don’t open.
I glance at the panel. A red button is lit up.
Emergency override.
What has he done? I’m about to text him when he sends a message.
Lift those beautiful breasts for me.
I’m caught between anxiety and desire, fear of being found and the intoxicating idea of being watched and instructed.
I set the phone on the floor in front of me and place my hands beneath my heavy breasts and lift them.
The phone lights up so I glance down at it.
Touch those nipples.
Good lord. A rush of heat rolls through me, but I do as he asks, rolling both nipples between my thumb and finger.
My breathing is harder now.
Legs a little farther apart.
I do that.
Lean back against the wall.
I take a step back. I’m lost now, forgetting anything that might disrupt the heat of this moment. Dell and I get a little wild sometimes, but we’ve never done anything like this.
Spread the folds.
I release one of my breasts and reach down.
The phone lights up again.
Beautiful. Now feel how slick you are.
I close my eyes and obey.
This is why things never get old with Dell, why he doesn’t stray. We get crazy, do incredible risky things.
Hold right there.
I do, taking in the elevator, the gentle whir of the air vent above me, a slight whiff of cleaner. I wonder if anyone is sitting outside the elevator bank on the lower floors, wondering why one of the cars is stuck at the top. This is the only one that goes all the way to the penthouse.
The doors slide open.
My eyes fly wide, but it’s him, of course it is, naked as he promised.
His chest is smooth and strong, muscles cutting across his pecs and shoulders.
When he speaks, his voice is low. “Spread wider.”
I do, and he kneels in front of me. His mouth falls against my tender folds, tongue inside me.
I gasp and hold on to the rails, steadying my back against the cool walls of the elevator. He takes my leg and slides my thigh over his shoulder, diving in more deeply.
It’s too much, the titillation of stripping for him in the public space, his commands, the way he made me touch myself.
And now, his mouth and hands and head. His hair tickles my belly. My hips roll with his movements. We move together like one person.
The intensity begins to build. I need him to work harder, faster. I grind against him, anxious, desperate.
He takes me to the edge, that precipice of no return, then he quickly pulls away, turning me around to face away.
I grab on to the rails as he slides powerfully into my body. His arms come around me, one holding on to my ribs. The other slips down, his fingers working me again.
I’m so far gone already that my body splinters right away, shuddering with sensation, the orgasm flooding out from where we join.
Behind me, Dell loses his controlled even strokes and crashes into me, his body strong and bold as he unleashes.
My hands grasp the rails, my breathing ragged. Dell holds on to me a little longer, letting both of us find our bearings. The base of the elevator isn’t like a normal floor. You can sense it shifting on its rails, the slight give.
He withdraws and turns me around to hold me tightly against his chest. I feel both drained and exhilarated at the same time. Just like Dell to turn me inside out on my lunch break.
“I suppose we should return the elevator back to its normal use,” he says. He bends down to pick up my clothes. He types a code into the elevator panel and the doors slide open. The red emergency button goes out.
I snatch up my phone and follow him into the private hall. “I should probably dress out here before Bernard gets an eyeful,” I say.
Dell shrugs. “He’s busy in the kitchen. He knows by now not to approach me when I’m not dressed, lest he see more of my activities than he prefers.”
Still, I take my dress from Dell and drag it around my shoulders as we head through the front door. We stop by the open nursery door to check on Grace. She’s still asleep in her crib, one arm over her head.
“Forget the elevator,” I say. “The big risk was having her wake up with only Bernard in the penthouse.”
Bernard does not do babies.
“I know her pretty well,” Dell says. “She isn’t waking up for a half hour yet.”
We move on back to the master bedroom. Only when I get there and go through the things Dell spills onto the bed do I realize something is missing.
My panties were left on the floor of the elevator and are heading downstairs without me.