Chapter 11

 

I tugged nervously at the hem of my dress as I sat in the limo. Liam glanced over at me but didn’t say anything, and I gave him a hesitant smile. He had been distant and brooding since finding Neil and I in the hallway together.

I caught Russ’ eye in the rear view mirror and he raised his eyebrows at me. I shrugged lightly and Russ cleared his throat.

“Am I taking Ms. Temple home, sir?”

“Yes.” Liam snapped. “Where else would you be taking her?”

“Sorry, sir.” Russ replied.

“Raise the glass please.” Liam grunted.

Russ nodded and there was a soft hum as the glass rose and separated us from Russ. The moment it was fully closed, I turned on Liam.

“What the hell is your problem?”

“What do you mean?” He glared at me.

“I mean you were totally rude to Russ and frankly, you’ve been a bit of a dick to me ever since I ran into Neil in the hallway.

“That was quite the coincidence wasn’t it?” Liam scowled. “You just happened to run into your ex-fiancé at a charity event.”

I gaped at him. “Are you kidding me? You were the one who forced me to go to the charity event with you. I wouldn’t have even been there if you hadn’t asked me to do you a damn favour.”

He snorted and looked out the tinted window. I rolled my eyes and stared angrily out my own window.

“Are you going to go out with him again?” He asked suddenly.

“What?”

“He wants to date you again. Are you going to?” He repeated himself slowly, as if he was speaking to an idiot.

My temper flared and I gripped my knees tightly. “Maybe.” I had no intention of ever calling Neil again but Liam didn’t need to know that.

I squeaked in alarm when Liam suddenly slid across the seat and pressed his body against mine. He cupped the back of my neck and, nostrils flaring, said quietly, “I don’t want you seeing him again, Mae.”

“Since when did you become the boss of me?” I retorted without thinking.

He paused, a weird look coming over his face, and I started giggling as I realized what I had said. His face relaxed and he smiled. My heart sped up and I stared at his mouth. God, he was fucking gorgeous when he smiled.

“Don’t call him, Mae. He’s an asshole.”

“Are you jealous, Mr. Knight?”

“No.”

“Liar.” I whispered.

He bent his head and brushed his mouth against mine. I moaned and kissed him hard, grabbing his head and yanking it down. He groaned when I parted my lips and gave him access to the warm wetness. We kissed hungrily, our tongues battling for control before I pulled my head back.

Breathing heavily, he ran his hand over my arm. “Your skin is so soft, Mae.”

“That’s because earlier today I had all of the hair ripped from my body by a sadistic woman named Sandra.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, and you paid for it.”

He stared at me in confusion and I laughed. “Russ took me to a spa before we went dress shopping.”

“And I paid them to rip all of your body hair out?” He cocked his head at me.

I nodded. “Yep. Well, most of it.”

He gave me another look of confusion and then changed the subject. “Have I mentioned how much I like this dress?” He dipped his head and kissed the top of my exposed breasts. “Because I really, really like it.”

“That’s so nice of you to say, Mr. Knight.” I moaned as he licked a gentle path from my cleavage to my throat.

“You smell so good, Mae.” He buried his face in my throat and trailed soft kisses to my earlobe. “I’ve been dying to peel that dress off you all goddamn night.”

A shiver went down my back and I pushed on his hard chest. “Sit back.”

He sat back on the seat and I threw my leg over his lap and straddled him. My dress rose up to the top of my stockings and another soft groan snuck past his lips. He reached down and traced the top of my stockings, his fingers lingering on the strap that held them up.

I slapped his hand away. “You’re being awfully familiar with me, Mr. Knight.”

He stared at my chest. “I was certain that most of the people at that charity event were going to be familiar with your breasts before the night was over.”

I laughed. “Well, they are glorious gifts from God.”

He blinked at me. “Are you drunk again?”

“Nope. I’ve only had one glass of wine. Why? Are you thinking you’ll get to look at my tits again if I am?”

He arched his eyebrows at me. “I knew you remembered what happened that night in the club.”

I blushed as I realized what I had done. “I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He gave me a predatory grin. “Now who’s lying?”

He leaned forward and kissed the top of my breasts again. “I really want to suck on your nipples, Mae.”

I shuddered and looked behind me at the glass partition. “Russ is right there.”

“The glass is soundproof and tinted.” His fingers reached for the zipper of my dress and tugged it down. He frowned when my dress stayed put. He tugged lightly on the sides of it, his frown deepening when it stuck fast to my skin.

“What the hell?”

I grinned. “I didn’t want to be flashing my tits at a charity event.”

He pulled the top of my dress down a little and stared in surprise at the thick grey tape. “Duct tape?”

“It’s not just for taping fenders back to cars you know.”

He burst out laughing and I grinned at him. “Now you know why I wasn’t worried.”

“Indeed.” He tugged on the tape, and I hissed a little as it stuck tightly to my skin.

He frowned. “It’s really stuck.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to think this might not have been such a good idea.” I muttered.

He pulled a little more and made a soft sound of distress at the red mark it left on my skin.

“Maybe you should just rip it off quickly like a Band-Aid.” I suggested.

He shook his head. “No. Just hold still.”

I winced as he slowly peeled the strips of duct tape from my skin. He crumpled them into a ball and dropped them on the seat before running his fingers across the bright marks on my skin.

I inhaled softly when he bent his head and licked a slow path across each red stripe. “Poor, Mae.” He whispered.

I threaded my hands in his hair and tugged until he lifted his head. I kissed him hard on the mouth, my tongue thrusting between his lips as he groaned and gripped my waist tightly.

“Please, Mae.” He moaned against my mouth. “Let me see those magnificent breasts.”

I nodded and he folded my dress down. “My God.” He breathed as he stared at the bright red corset.

He frowned when he noticed the small white tag that lay against the inside of the dress. “What is this?”

I blushed and reached for it but he held my hand away from it. “Why is the price tag still on the dress?”

My blush deepened. “The dress was super expensive. I know you weren’t planning on spending a bunch of money on spa treatments, so I thought I could take the dress back tomorrow and get your money back.”

He shook his head and, with a hard yank, ripped the tag off.

“Liam!”

“You’re keeping the dress. It looks amazing on you and you deserve it.”

“Liam – “

“No arguments, Mae.” He said firmly.

I rolled my eyes before reaching between us and slowly unhooking the tiny silver hooks that held the corset together. His hands covered mine and he pulled the top of the corset open. My breasts sprang free and I moaned when he cupped them in his large hands. He rubbed his thumbs over my hard nipples and then pinched them lightly.

“You have the prettiest nipples, Mae.” He murmured. He bent his head and I pulled his hair again.

“Ask first.” I demanded.

“Please, may I suck on your nipples?” He whispered immediately.

“Yes.” I released my grip on his head and my back arched when he quickly sucked my right nipple into his mouth. He suckled greedily at it, rubbing the tip of it against the roof of his mouth until I moaned again.

He switched to the left one, giving it the same careful treatment until I was gasping and rubbing myself against his erection.

“You are so good at that.” I whispered.

He grinned and cupped my breasts, pushing them together so he could lick from one nipple to the other.

“I could suck on your nipples for hours, Mae.” He murmured.

I sighed and arched my back again, my hands moving to his bowtie and untying it as he sucked and kissed and licked my throbbing nipples. He shrugged out of his jacket and I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling his shirt open so I could stare at his naked chest.

I traced his stomach muscles and he sucked in his breath when I traced the waistband of his pants. Smiling, I leaned forward and brushed my wet nipples against his hard chest. We both moaned at the contact and he slid his hands around me to grip my large ass. He kneaded it firmly and then pushed me against his erection.

“I really want to fuck you. Come back to my house.” He kissed me lightly.

I shook my head. “That’s not a good idea, Liam.”

“It’s an excellent idea. You have no idea how badly I want to make you come.” He replied.

I shuddered all over. “Liam, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He dipped his head and kissed the warm crevice between my breasts. I could feel my resolve weakening and I took a deep breath.

“Think about how good it will feel to have my fingers in your pussy.” He whispered into my ear. “How nice it would be to have my cock sliding into you. Come home with me right now.”

I suddenly yanked his head back and bit his bottom lip. He grunted in surprise. “Are you telling me what to do, Liam?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“I think you are.” I grinned at him as a terribly wicked idea entered my head. I knew that Liam was submissive, but I was curious as to how submissive he really was.

I lowered my head and sucked on his earlobe. “I’m not going to fuck you, Liam. Not tonight.”

“Mae, please just – “

“Quiet, Liam.” I nipped his ear hard, making him jerk. His hands squeezed my aching breasts.

“We don’t have much time left before we’re at my apartment. I’m going to be nice and give you a choice. Only one of us gets to come tonight. I’ll let you decide who it is.”

“You.” He said immediately.

I smiled my approval and rewarded him by reaching into his pants and stroking his thick cock. “Are you sure? If you decide I’m the one who comes tonight, you don’t get to come at all. No going home and masturbating in that big, comfortable bed of yours. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” He rasped out as his hips rose and fell with the motion of my hand. “I want to make you come, Mae.”

“Such a good boy.” I whispered. I licked his mouth and he parted his lips eagerly so I could slide my tongue into his mouth. He sucked hard on it and I moaned quietly when he traced my thigh with one big hand.

“I want to use my mouth to make you come.” He said.

“No, not this time. Just use your hand, Liam.”

He nodded and slid his hand up and under my skirt as I pulled my hand from his pants and gripped his shoulders. He traced the top of my stockings again and then abruptly cupped my mound. I moaned when he rubbed me through my panties.

“Your panties are so wet.” He moaned.

“They’ve been wet all night.” I smiled. “Since the moment you touched me in the lobby.”

He made a low noise of need and worked his fingers under my panties. He touched my freshly-waxed skin and made another husky groan. “God, you’re so soft, so smooth.”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Yes. Very much.”

I said a silent thank you to Sandra as he slid his hand upwards. He made a soft grunt of surprise when he felt the strip of hair, and I shivered when he tugged lightly on it.

“I like this too.” He whispered.

“Make me come, Liam. Right now.” I suddenly demanded.

“Yes, Mae.” He moved his fingers to my swollen, throbbing clit and rubbed it with a firm, circular motion. I arched my hips into his hand and he slid his middle finger deep into my tight opening.

“Oh God.” I whimpered as he thrust his finger back and forth in my quivering pussy.

“Christ, you’re tight.” He muttered.

He curled his finger and rubbed the rough patch of skin on the front inside wall of my pussy. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my sudden scream of delight.

“Does it feel good, Mae?” He murmured as his left hand came up and cupped my breast. He pulled on my swollen nipple as he used the thumb of his right hand to rub my clit.

“Yes.” I moaned. My fingers were digging into his shoulders and I couldn’t stop from thrusting against him wildly.

He bent his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting it lightly as he pressed firmly on my clit with his thumb and rubbed at my G-spot with his middle finger. My entire body was quivering and shaking and I could feel my orgasm starting in the pit of my stomach. Waves of pleasure were radiating down my lower body, and I rode his hand like a madwoman as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Oh God, oh God, Liam!” I moaned as I shook and shuddered against his hard body. I collapsed against him, panting harshly as he stroked my pussy lightly and kissed the top of my bare shoulder.

I could feel his hard shaft against my belly and I smiled down at him. “Regretting your choice yet?”

He shook his head. “No. Watching you come all over my hand was amazing.”

I flushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed by my actions, and sat up. I tugged his arm out from under my skirt and quickly did up the corset before pulling my dress up.

“Can you zip me up?”

He nodded and reached around me to pull up the zipper. I gave him a nervous smile of thanks and slid off his lap and on to the seat beside him. With a small grimace, he adjusted the crotch of his pants before doing up his own shirt.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, I just um – I’ve never seduced my boss before.”

He smiled a little. “That’s good to know.”

The car came to a stop and Russ’ voice came over the intercom. “We’re at Ms. Temple’s apartment, sir.”

I reached for the door handle and Liam grabbed my hand. “Mae – “

I shook my head and leaned towards him. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered. “Remember Liam, no coming tonight. Don’t touch that magnificent cock of yours until I say you can.”

“I won’t.” He groaned.

“Good boy.” I kissed his cheek again and slipped out of the limo and into the cool night air before he could say anything else.