Chapter 3
Christie’s heels clicked along the empty corridor, echoing off the walls around her. The air was cool and the wind teased the fabric of her skirt, wrapping around her legs in a lingering caress, leaving Goosebumps on her skin. She’d left the bar about fifteen minutes earlier, making an excuse to Jane, who was already wrapped around the man at the table. Jane had barely noticed her leave, and Christie was glad she didn’t have to explain herself. Not right then, at least.
It had been easy to slip out. Christie had been tempted by another drink to bolster her courage, but she decided that she didn’t need it, and the last thing she wanted to do was to be drunk.
She’d paused in the bathroom to freshen up, spending a few minutes making sure she looked as good as she did when she had first left the apartment. Her heart was racing- she didn’t usually do this. She was from a small town and this was so unlike her. Reckless abandon rushed through her, the undeniable magnetism that had passed between them made Christie feel giddy.
Arriving at his building, she shivered and pressed the button to call the elevator. She glanced upwards, looking at the starry sky, the darkened night and the towering building that beckoned her into its depth. This was risky.
She shifted her weight and held the coat closer around herself, very aware of the skin-tight dress that clung to her body, and the lacy underwear that was hidden beneath.
Her hair was twisted up into a simple up do, and her pulse beat against the skin of her neck. The elevator pulled up and she stepped inside, letting it take her up to the penthouse suite. Ace would be there, a man she barely knew and had only recently met. She remembered his eyes at the bar, his laugh, his kiss on her lips. She wanted this man. A man who had sweet talked her into this. A man she wanted with a burning passion she had never felt before.
She felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her dress at the thought of him, the thought of his broad hands, his silky voice, and his eyes that seemed to stare right into her soul. She stepped out of the elevator and crossed the distance to his door. With trembling fingertips, she pushed the doorbell, feeling anticipation tighten in her stomach.
She didn’t have to wait long. As the door swung open, she caught a glimpse of Ace in the light, before a silky blindfold was wrapped around her face. Then she plunged into darkness.
Christie lifted her hands instinctively, feeling her heartbeat quicken. She opened her mouth to speak, only to feel a fingertip press against her lips. A low voice was murmuring into her ear, “Don’t speak.”
Christie’s head was swimming as she nodded, settling for biting her lip. She felt one hand curl around her delicate wrists, leading her into the apartment. She heard the door shut and lock behind her, and a shiver ran up her spine.
“Do you want this?” His voice was a breath in her ear and Christie knew this was her chance to back out. She had one more chance to walk out of there. Instead, she felt the heat surge between her thighs and she nodded. His hands fell away from her wrists and Christie was left in the dark.
Then his hands were on her shoulders, sliding across her coat, brushing the curves of her breasts as he undid the buttons. Her coat fell to the floor.
“Perfect…” A hand was on her waist and she was being pulled against him. She felt his muscles tense through the fabric of his clothes, before his lips pressed against hers in a kiss. Christie moaned as he ravaged her mouth, his tongue sliding past her lips to kiss her, possess her, and claim her.
Christie kissed him back hungrily, feeling her body respond to him willingly. Ace’s hands were in her hair, undoing the Updo that she had set so painstakingly in place. She felt him stroke her skin, up the curve of her back, before he pulled on the zipper of her dress, which gave way easily.
“Take it off.” His voice was like silk and Christie bit her lip at the command. She moved easily out of the dress, feeling the air caress her skin. Ace pulled away and Christie was left in nothing but her underwear and a burning heat between her thighs. She reached out, but instead of finding warm flesh, she felt the cool touch of glass beneath her fingers.
A window. Christie’s eyes widened behind her blindfold. If the lights were on, then she was on full display to anyone in the vicinity. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shivered deeply at the thought.
“Bend over, hands against the glass.” Christie felt heat flush through her body. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the lace of her bra. She pressed her hands to the cool, smooth glass and bent over slowly. Ace’s slid his hands along her thighs, before he pushed her legs apart.
Christie gasped at her position, legs spread, bent over for this man who she barely knew, offering herself for anyone to see. Arousal surged within her, “Please...”
“Please, what?” His voice was a soft purr in her ear now, and Christie felt his hands playing with her bra straps. They gave way and slipped out of their cups. His hands slid along her flesh, his thumbs stroking her nipples. He squeezed softly.
Christie moaned, “Please take me.”
Ace chuckled, a satisfied sound, and Christie gasped as her panties were slid down her thighs, dropping to the floor. She stepped out of them, fully naked now, posed in front of the window.
He wasted no time. Christie groaned as she felt Ace’s girth pushing against her wetness. She parted her thighs and pushed back against him, gasping as the head of his manhood slid slowly within her. He groaned too, a low sound, and his hands tangled in her hair.
“You’re so tight…” Ace grunted softly as he slid within her, and Christie thought she was going to lose her mind. She gasped in pleasure as he penetrated her fully. Her head fell back as she moaned in delight at the feel of him. No one had ever made her feel this exquisite before.
“Pleasure yourself.” He ordered, his voice strained. Christie leaned against the window with one hand, the other moving to play with herself on command, teasing herself as his girth slammed into her. The pleasure was building hard and fast inside her, and she found herself moaning. She moved to his rhythm as they fucked.
After only a few minutes the need to climax burnt through her body, consuming every part of her mind. Her body tingled, nipples aching, feeling full with the ecstasy of his touch. Blinded by pleasure, she begged, “Please, please, please…!”
“Cum.”
One word, given casually, sent arousal exploding through Christie’s body and mind. She couldn’t take it anymore, and as the pleasure crested through her, Christie lost herself to the feel of him. She’d come back as many times as he wanted. She needed this. She needed him.
Shuddering and trembling, in the pleasure of his touch, she pledged herself to him, “Oh! Ace!”
And he accepted.