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  “Yeah, they’re, uh…spicy,” I offered lamely. It was difficult to concentrate on what he was saying as my focus was entirely on my pussy and the grapes threatening to fall out of it. I wished I’d shoved them in further. I wished I wasn’t so wet that they might just slide right out at any moment, landing on the marble floor and rolling into the crowd covered in my juices.

  “I’m Steve Martel,” he said, setting his plate down and extending his hand. “I’m a close personal friend and colleague of Henrik’s. I’ll be overseeing the grand opening of his museum in Berlin. I couldn’t help but notice you came in with his son, Hayden. Are you close?”

  Oh, I was close alright – close to embarrassing myself horribly! I shifted uncomfortably, pushing my knees tightly together. “I, uh…he’s a friend,” I managed to reply.

  “I’m sorry but I didn’t get your name?”

  “Daniella James,” I choked out, painfully aware of the way my clit was tingling. Apparently, being stuffed full of fruit and paraded around in front of a room full of prestigious strangers made me hot. Well, more likely it was the domination that made me hot. The constant threat that Hayden could, at any moment, come over and whisper another order in my ear was exhilarating.

  “And what do you do, Daniella?”

  God, couldn’t he just go away? The longer old whatshisname stared at me, the more I worried that he somehow knew my secret. That’s what it had come to. I felt so exposed that it seemed like strangers should be able to take one glance at me and immediately know that I was in the midst of a kinky sex game that was totally inappropriate for this party.

  “Um, I work at the college.”

  “Nice, nice…have you seen the art collection there? It’s just off the library and is actually quite remarkable. Many of the pieces were donated by former alumni.”

  It was just the usual dry party-talk. I’d attended enough wine and cheese functions at the college to know the drill. I had the “who are you and what do you do?” do routine down to a science. But in my condition, it was difficult to string words together into coherent sentences. I offered answers with no real awareness of what I was saying…I just hoped I was making sense.

  As I tried my best to be polite without encouraging the conversation to continue, I could feel eyes on me. I turned and saw Hayden watching me from across the room. He raised his champagne glass to me in a silent salute when our eyes met. I scowled and turned back around. In that moment, I despised him for making me feel so vulnerable.

  Either Steve Martel couldn’t take a hint or he really, really liked those olives. Despite my short, stilted answers to his questions and stiff demeanor, he didn’t budge from the food table. I just needed a moment alone to regroup. I was feeling so rattled…

  Finally, I made some awkward excuse or other and tottered away. I searched for Hayden but when I spotted him he was all the way across the room engaged in a conversation with a white haired woman who had a poodle perm and so many strings of pearls around her neck that I wondered how she could even hold her head up.

  With a sigh, I resolved myself to the fact that I’d have to continue making polite conversation with strangers for who knew how long. All I really wanted to do was find somewhere private and bring myself off, but I knew that wasn’t an option. Staying at that party was sweet agony.

  For the next little while, Hayden avoided me. I knew it was deliberate. He didn’t want me to have him by my side because somehow he’d figured out that he was my safety net at that party full of strangers. I watched him watch me as he worked the room, doing the things his father apparently expected of him but never losing focus of me.

  Finally, it was time to leave.

  “How are you doing?” Hayden asked, coming up behind me and wrapping an arm around my waist. He leaned town into me and inhaled deeply. “You smell good,” he told me. “I like that perfume you’re wearing.”

  As we made our way out to the limo, I did my best not to walk like a penguin. Hayden had a spring in his step that most definitely hadn’t been there at the start of the evening. I suspected the reason was twofold: he’d enjoyed toying with me and he’d also enjoyed doing something inappropriate and blatantly disrespectful right underneath his father’s nose.

  When we finally made it into the limo, my relief was boundless. Hayden immediately put up the privacy divider so the driver couldn’t see or hear us. Then he turned on the interior light and pushed me down on my back.

  “You did well tonight,” he told me.

  Despite my annoyance, I swelled with pride at his words. Knowing I’d pleased him was gratifying.

  “I’ve been craving this tasty little snack all evening,” he informed me before shoving my dress up and burying his face between my legs. I could feel a grape poking out of my pussy, threatening to slip out at any moment. He pulled it out with his teeth before spreading me open with his hands and lapping at my slit voraciously.

  Lying there on my back with a view of the stars out the window, all I could do was mewl in pleasure. I’d been craving this all night long. Being denied for hours had only heightened my sensitivity. As Hayden’s skilled tongue went to work on my most delicate flesh, I was a volcano on the verge of eruption.

  “Delicious,” he told me, sitting back and wiping his mouth ravenously. “And we’ve got eighteen minutes to get the other five grapes out. This should be a fun ride back to town.”

  As I laid there with my pussy fully exposed, I wasn’t sure whether I felt excited or degraded. Maybe it was a bit of both. All I knew was my tight hole was leaking and the more Hayden licked, kissed and sucked my wet slit, the more my desire grew. When I finally exploded in orgasm a short way out of town, the powerful contractions of my pussy sent the last few grapes shooting out of me in the lewdest manner imaginable.

  “Huh,” Hayden observed with amusement in his voice and lust in his eyes. “That worked well.”

  I opened my mouth to say something snarky but at that moment, he took my panties out of his pocket and shoved them in my mouth. “Since you’re not able to say the safeword,” he told me, “knock on the window if you want me to stop.”

  With that, he took out his enormous, erect cock and instructed me to get on all fours right there in the backseat of the stretch limo.

  Personally, I’d always thought that particular position must be a humiliating one for a woman to assume. I mean, it was even called “doggy style” so I knew I couldn’t be the only one who thought it was animalistic and, well, demeaning. But once I’d assumed the position, my outlook changed.

  Getting down on my hands and knees for a man to fuck me made me feel incredibly sexual. My tits hung down beneath me, swaying gently as I awaited penetration. My ass stuck out as if in invitation and I knew my smooth pussy was on full display, peeking out obscenely from between my thighs, pink and wet and wanting.

  If there was ever a sexual position that screamed “take me,” this was it.

  And Hayden got the message loud and clear.

  We only had five minutes before we’d get to town. We both knew what would happen then. The limo driver would pull up in front of my house, get out and open my limo door. If we weren’t decent by then, he’d get an eyeful. I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but there was something about the possibility of being caught that raised my level of excitement to a whole new level.

  When Hayden’s cock slid into my slick pussy with no warning, I groaned into my makeshift gag. But my body quickly adjusted to the intrusion and before I knew it I was pushing back against him. He grabbed hold of my hips and fucked me with such force that my dangling breasts swung back and forth rhythmically, my nipples like diamonds.

  I could tell from the pace of his thrusts and the increasingly wild sound of his breathing that Hayden was almost there. He’d been watching me from afar for most of the night, lusting after me. The effect that had had on him was obvious. The effect I had on him was obvious.

  One of his hands slid into my hair, pulling my head b
ack. The other closed around my throat. “Make yourself cum for me,” he growled as he took me savagely from behind.

  I’d never masturbated in front of anyone before but my arousal was so enormous I didn’t even think to be embarrassed. Balancing on one elbow, I slid my hand between my legs and began to manipulate my button. The sensitive nub was already as hard as a pebble and between my fingers plucking at it and Hayden’s cock slamming into me, I came almost immediately, my pussy clenching rhythmically on his manhood.

  He followed suit an instant later, climaxing with a mighty roar of satisfaction.

  It was a good thing, too, because when I looked up at the window, the city’s lights greeted me.

  Chapter 07

  “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Hayden asked me. He’d instructed our driver to take us around the city instead of returning to my place right away. He hadn’t given any particular destination. He just wanted to spend more time with me, he’d whispered in my ear.

  “Yes.”

  “What did you think of our game?”

  I contemplated the question for a moment before answering. “It was…different,” I said.

  When he looked at me expectantly, wanting more, I elaborated.

  “At first I was upset with you for making me do something that could potentially humiliate me. But it was also pretty hot having a secret that only you and I knew about.”

  “It was,” he agreed.

  “And,” I confessed as my face reddened, “I liked following your orders, never quite knowing what was going to happen next.” It was true. The anticipation and nervousness had only made the whole ordeal steamier.

  “Good,” Hayden replied. Then he looked down at my bare wrist. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re not wearing the bracelet I gave you.”

  “In the midst of the night’s naughtiness, it had slipped my mind. “Oh. It’s in my clutch.”

  “What is it doing in there? I expected you’d be wearing it. Do you not like it?”

  “It’s not that,” I replied quickly. “I love it and I love that you thought to buy it for me. That was sweet of you. It’s beautiful, Hayden, but it’s just…”

  “It’s just what?”

  “I can’t accept it.”

  “Most women would just say thank you,” he pointed out.

  “I guess I’m not like most women, then.”

  “That goes without saying.”

  Had I offended him? I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, so I tried my best to make him understand my reasoning. “I appreciate the gesture, Hayden, but it’s too much. I already feel guilty about accepting the dresses as it is. There’s no way I can take anything else from you.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  After taking a deep breath, I told him exactly what was on my mind.

  “The night we met, you made it very clear that you didn’t want to keep in touch. We had a one night stand. Well, it turned into two nights, I guess, but that’s not the point. When I get out of this limo tonight we both know we’re never going to see one another again. And because of that, I can’t accept the bracelet. It’s just too much.”

  I pressed the box into his hand, wordlessly urging him to take the expensive jewelry back.

  For a moment, Hayden didn’t say anything. He opened the box and took the lovely bracelet out, dangling it in front of him. The diamonds sparkled in the moonlight that streamed in through the limo window. “It is pretty, isn’t it?” he said contemplatively.

  “It’s beautiful,” I agreed.

  “My groundrules are in place for a reason, you know.”

  “Okay. I get it.” So he wasn’t interested in commitment. I’d known that all along, so it wasn’t like it was any big surprise. But even so, the thought that after tonight I’d never see him again was difficult to grasp. I felt like we had unfinished business. I wanted to see what other sorts of games he liked to play.

  “I can’t be in a relationship right now,” he cautioned.

  “I’m not asking you to be,” I retorted defensively, not wanting him to think I was begging.

  “You know what they say about rules.”

  “They’re in place for a reason?” I guessed.

  “No…they’re made to be broken.”

  I looked at him, unable to ignore how handsome he was in the moonlight. “What are you saying?” I demanded. “I’m not going to play mind games with you, Hayden. I don’t have time for that.”

  He chuckled. “Are you telling me that wasn’t a mind game we played tonight?”

  Scowling, I mumbled, “You know what I mean.”

  “Well I’m not interested in those sorts of mind games either,” he announced. “Truly, I mean that.” He took my hand in the semi-darkness, a simple gesture that made my heart skip a beat. “I want to see you again, Daniella. I can’t bear the thought of dropping you off at your place and driving off into the night. If I could, I’d just stay here with you like this forever.”

  Whoa…where had that even come from? Suddenly our conversation had become a whole lot deeper – and the things he was saying! Oh my. There he went surprising me, yet again. Talk about unpredictable!

  Deep down I wanted the same thing as him, but I wasn’t about to admit it to him. I was on guard given his questionable rules and apparent aversion to relationships. I wasn’t interested in having my heart trampled by a commitment-phobe – who would be?

  “It won’t last forever,” I cautioned. “Sooner or later we’re going to run out of gas.”

  He cracked a half-smile. “Yes, I know. Listen, what if I extend my stay for a few days? We could spend some more time getting to know each other,” he said with a look that let me know he was thinking dirty, dirty things. My body immediately betrayed me, a shiver travelling down my spine and straight to my aching, well-fucked pussy.

  “I’d like to get to know you,” I replied cautiously, blushing as I said so.

  He leaned over and his lips brushed against my cheek in a gesture of surprising tenderness. “Would I sound crazy if I said it feels like you already do know me? Maybe it’s pathetic but you’re the first person I’ve allowed myself to open up to in a very long time.”

  “Why is that, do you think?” Truthfully, I could relate to some extent. Confiding in him about my problems with Mark had been such a huge weight off my chest after keeping the relationship a secret from my colleagues for so long.

  “I don’t know. Maybe some people are just meant to fit together,” he mused.

  I leaned my head against the window and stared out at the stars as he spoke. It was a nice thought. I’d always wanted to believe in the notion of soulmates or kindred spirits, but as the years passed I’d come to believe those types of connections were akin to fairytales: sweet and heartwarming, but utterly fictitious.

  But still, it was a nice thought.

  Chapter 08

  The next evening found us at Hayden’s hotel, but contrary to what one might expect we weren’t in his room and we were both fully clothed. Somehow, he’d arranged to reserve the entire dining room – including the kitchen. It was a grand gesture, but I was coming to learn that Hayden Slate was all about grand gestures. Money talks, right?

  “I can’t believe you’re cooking for me,” I beamed as I sat on the counter in the chef’s kitchen and watched Hayden go to work. I wasn’t sure what he was making – it was some Italian dish with a name I couldn’t pronounce. All I knew was it smelled absolutely delicious. I was salivating just looking at it and couldn’t wait to try it.

  “I can’t believe you’re letting me cook for you,” he joked.

  “Nonsense,” I scoffed. “It smells amazing.”

  “Thank you.”

  “So how long will you be in town for?” I demanded. What I was really asking was how attached I should get to him. In some ways it seemed like he was doing everything in his power to woo me, yet he’d given no indication of what to expect other than that he intended to leave.

  He was giving me mixed sig
nals galore and it left me wondering where I stood. Had he meant the sweet things he’d said or to him, was this all part of an extended casual hookup?

  “Who knows?” he shrugged as he stirred the sauce.

  “Does being vague come naturally to you or do you have to work at it?” I was getting impatient. I wanted answers but he seemed reluctant to give them to me. For someone who said he wasn’t interested in mind games, he was sure treading into dangerous territory…

  “Look, it’s not up to me. I’ll stay until my father demands I go off to Italy or France to negotiate a price for a piece or arrange for an auction. That’s the story of my life,” he said, his voice rising in anger momentarily before he regained control. “My father has been sending me away for years, first to attend boarding school and now to oversee his business.”

  “What did your mother think of all that?” I wondered. He’d never mentioned her.

  “She had the good sense to leave my father when I was young, although if she’d been smart she never would have married him to begin with. Maybe it took her a while to see how controlling he is, I don’t know. He managed to leave her penniless and destitute in the divorce proceedings. The last I heard, she’d remarried and was living in South America. She doesn’t keep in touch. I guess I remind her too much of her former life or something, and she’d rather just forget.”

  Hayden answered the question nonchalantly, but I could see the pain in his eyes. Immediately, I regretted getting onto that subject even though I’d had no way of knowing the direction the conversation would take.

  Was his parents’ divorce the reason he was so afraid to commit? If so, his reaction seemed rather excessive, but I knew childhood trauma could affect some people very profoundly. I had many questions but I felt like it wasn’t the time to bring them up…not when Hayden had gone to all the trouble of getting us a private dining hall and cooking a gourmet meal.