“That is hot.” She waves toward the closet. “Go change.”
“Wait.” I pause at the door and turn back around to face her. “It’s my fantasy. Shouldn’t I be the one sending him gifts?”
“Technically your fantasy begins in the bedroom. And if you don’t hurry up, you’re going to be late.”
Chapter Fourteen
Makayla
“I’m here,” I say into my Bluetooth as I stop outside the gate and roll down my window.
“Okay,” Heather’s voice echoes through the speakers. “Swipe your Veil card next to the keypad, just like a credit card.”
Grabbing my clutch from the passenger seat, I fish the card out before leaning through the open window. I swipe the card, and a moment later, there’s a buzz and the gates slowly swing open.
I roll up my window and ease through the gate. It looks different at night. It’s so dark, I can hardly make out the trees. The only illumination is the landscape lighting lining the driveway.
My stomach knots.
“Are you nervous?”
I stare wide-eyed at the windshield, as though she can see my face. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”
“I promise you this will be the best night of your life.”
Light fills the car as the mansion comes into view. “All right, I’m pulling in. I’ll call you later.”
“Have fun,” she sings before the call disconnects.
I pull into the circular driveway, and a valet moves to open my door. “Fancy,” I mutter to myself as I climb out.
Brushing my shaky hands down the front of my dress, I suck in a deep breath, push my shoulders back, and walk into Veil.
Dim light seeps from the massive chandelier hanging in the center of the foyer. The smooth, melodic chime of classical music drifts from a hidden sound system. I glance to the right, toward the living area where I first met with Desiree. The room is bathed in soft light but empty. To my left is the bar. I make my way over and slide onto the empty stool on the end. A woman with short dark hair, slicked back from her face, and full lips painted a deep red greets me with a smile.
“Welcome to Veil. What would you like to drink?”
“A dirty martini, please.”
With a nod, she silently gets to work. It’s then I remember the rules that conversation is limited to pleasantries.
I reach into my clutch for some cash as the bartender slides the martini glass in front of me. She holds up her hand. “Drinks and tips are covered.”
“Oh.” I set my clutch on the bar and reach for my drink. “Thanks.”
“Good evening, Makayla,” Desiree’s sultry voice echoes from behind me before she appears at my side. Her gaze sweeps over my outfit. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” I start to tell her it was a gift from X, but we never discussed the rules on gifts, so I keep it to myself. I don’t want to get the man in trouble before we even have a chance to meet.
After I’ve finished my drink, Desiree shows me to my room. She has a calming presence about her, and any nerves I had are long gone.
I’m sure the martini helped.
It’s amazing the way the mind and body work in harmony. How losing one of your senses heightens the others. The silky material is secured tightly around my eyes, but I feel the shift in the air the moment he enters the room. I listen to the light tapping of his shoes against the wood floors echoing as he moves farther into the room. Goose bumps prick my skin as his footsteps bring him closer.
“Good evening, Makayla. I’m X, and I’ll be your fantasy guide this evening.”
His voice is soft but deep and smooth like honey. My pussy clenches, and I already want him inside me.
Jesus, Makayla, calm down. It’s been forty-five seconds.
I hear the rustling of fabric, followed by the clink of metal touching metal, and I imagine he’s taking off his clothes and hanging them up.
“What do you want, Makayla?”
I push back my shoulders and say, “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation, and my breath catches in my throat when I feel the gentlest touch of a fingertip trail across my collarbone and down my chest.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he whispers huskily.
I don’t know how to respond to that, so I say what I would with any compliment. “Thank you.”
He lifts my hands from my thighs. “Lie back,” he instructs as he helps me to the top of the bed with my head resting on a soft pillow.
“You doing okay so far?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You don’t need a safe word, Makayla. If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.”
I hear him chuckle under his breath, and that makes me smile.
My heart pounds harder when I feel the bed dip and I feel the heat from his body as he hovers over me. A moment later, his soft lips press against the pulse in my neck. He kisses his way down my chest before sucking a nipple into his warm mouth, and a breathy moan slips past my lips. Instinctively my hands fly to his hair, sliding through the silky strands, my nails scraping over his scalp as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive peak while pinching the other between his fingers.
My body writhes beneath him as he moves to the other breast, licking and sucking before dragging his lips down my stomach, pausing to kiss me over the top of my panties.
“May I remove your panties?”
“Yes, please.”
I feel him sit back and settle between my parted thighs before hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties. He slowly guides them down my legs, and I bend my knees as they pass over my feet.
He shifts once again, sliding his hands under my thighs, cupping my ass and tilting my pelvis. His warm breath brushes over my pussy before
