He’d tied her to a garden chair.
Louisa shook her head, trying to dislodge her hair from her face. She couldn’t see anything, her body lowered like this, her ass high up in the air. His condo was on the penthouse level, and she dearly hoped it meant no one could see his balcony from the neighboring buildings or even from the condo next door.
She didn’t know who lived in the other apartment on this level, but it’d be great if they were out, or even better, away on vacation.
God, why had she told him he could do anything to her? What had gone through her to say such a thing out loud?
“Lucas?” she called out, her voice resonating on the tiled floor. “Where are you?”
He didn’t answer, and she couldn’t help but wriggle. It didn’t change anything, of course. He’d cuffed her wrists to the chair’s legs, leaving her enough leeway she could put her palms down on the seat and balance herself.
Her legs weren’t tied, but he’d ordered her to keep her legs open…wide.
It was a good thing she wasn’t completely naked yet, she thought, frowning at that image. He’d taken her clothes off as soon as they’d entered his condo, leaving her in her underwear. He’d pushed her outside soon after, and here she was, thanking her lucky stars it was summer and it wasn’t raining anymore.
“Lucas?” she called out again. Where the hell was he?
She guessed she’d said that out loud when his voice rang out, right behind her, “I’m right here, baby.”
She jumped. “Oh! Where were you?”
“No questions,” he said, his voice harsher than usual. “Look at that…” he muttered seconds later, his hands finding her hips. “So damn lovely.”
His thumbs brushed the sides of her ass, slipping under the elastic of her panties, touching bare skin and making her melt.
“Please,” she found herself whispering, not sure what she was asking for, only knowing she wanted more. She wanted him. Now. Please?
“Not yet,” he replied before taking a step back.
She could no longer feel him behind her, the absence of his body leaving her bereft. Cold, she felt cold all of a sudden. “Lucas?”
“Shhh,” said his voice from somewhere on the balcony.
She closed her mouth, her eyes, let her head hang down with her hair obscuring her face. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she knew him well enough now to know he’d planned something. He’d probably thought about it all day, organizing this for his enjoyment and hers.
And so, she started drifting, enjoying for the first time the soft breeze that blew across her body. Her nipples started hardening inside her bra, yearning for his touch.
He’d only kissed her in his car, and again in the elevator that had taken them to his apartment, but nothing more. Not even a quick squeeze or caress. But my, was she ready for it now.
“You look so tempting,” his voice interrupted her lazy thoughts. “Like a dessert ready to be devoured, something so utterly satisfying you can’t help but finish it. Fuck, but I want to eat you.”
She shivered again, but this time it was from arousal. She remembered how he’d sucked on her clit the night before, how he’d made her come, her moans ringing in his bedroom. Was he going to do that again? Oh God.
“Please?” She couldn’t believe she was begging him, and yet she couldn’t stop herself. “Lucas?”
She groaned but didn’t move.
“You know who lives in the other condo?” She knew he wasn’t expecting a response so stayed quiet. “My best friend, Nolan. I gave him a call, and he promised he’d take a look at you. He does like brunettes, you know.”
She gulped. “You’re kidding, right?”
“What do you think?” He pressed into her back, his cock finding her ass even through his clothes and her panties. “I’m going to eat you and fuck you senseless, and all the while he’s going to watch. And you’re going to come, baby. You’re going to come so hard you’re going to need help to get back inside. How does that sound?”
Only a squeak left her mouth. He chuckled, his hands drifting down her front to slip into her bra. He weighed her breasts, his fingers opening and then closing around her nipples, squeezing, playing. Teasing. “Ohhh.”