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He made me sleep in the afternoon and then afterward he made me dinner, putting me in his lap, feeding me delicious morsels of food, and letting me sip from a glass of the loveliest champagne. I’d never had champagne before, except at Arcadia. I’d never had anyone cook for me before either.
He wouldn’t let me touch him, though, and I knew that was deliberate, that he was withholding it to use later as a reward. I was determined to be especially good if so, because I wanted to touch him more than anything in the entire world.
I forgot about my mission, not that I could have done anything about it anyway since he was with me constantly. But for the first time in my life, I felt taken care of and completely safe.
He was everything and I was transfixed. There was a ferocity burning beneath all that ice that drew me, fascinated me. He kept it locked away, but I could see it, I could sense it. I could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at me. And I wanted to know more about it, why he was so controlled with it, why he kept it in such a firm grip.
He was like a volcano trapped in a glacier, all that heat building and glowing hot, yet never erupting. It made me want to be there when it did. It made me want to be the reason it did.
I became obsessed with the idea. I became obsessed with him.
I knew all about his life and the background that was publicly available. I knew too, his private life in the file that the Hamilton contact had given me. But none of the information I had gave me any clue about the man he truly was.
Cold. Ruthless. Brilliant. Controlling.
He was all those things and yet I knew there was more to him than that.
I wanted to find the key that would unlock him, that would melt the glacier, free the volcano. I wanted to do to him what he did to me every time he touched me. Except, I didn’t know how the hell I was supposed to do that when I wasn’t allowed to touch him.
Later that night, after dinner, he told me to kneel in front of the couch, put my hands on my thighs, and not move while he cleared the table and dealt with the dishes. I did what he asked, feeling full and slightly drunk from the champagne and very smug at not having to clean up. It made me want to be very, very good, so I sat without moving, waiting.
He came back into the living room eventually and paused to examine me, his gaze lighting up with approval, which made me blush and feel even smugger.
“Good little sub,” he murmured, his fingertips briefly brushing the top of my head. “You kneel so beautifully, and you ate well tonight too. You’re pleasing me very much. Perhaps you deserve another reward.”
Everything in me tightened in anticipation, my breath catching. I didn’t dare move, didn’t dare look at him in case that was an infraction.
He moved over to the couch and sat down facing me, leaning forward to place a finger beneath my chin and lifting my gaze to his. “This is special,” he said. “This is a reward that I only give to the best subs, the most obedient, the most beautiful, the most perfect, understand? But you are all those things and you’ve earned it.”
I quivered at his praise. “Yes, Sir.”
He stroked my chin. “You’re going to suck my cock, little one. You’re going to suck it until I come, and then you’re going to swallow every drop. And if you make me come quickly, afterward I might even give you an orgasm too.”
Oh my God. I was going to get to taste him. I’d never given any guy a blow job before, though certainly, many men had demanded it from me. I’d never wanted to give one either. But again, like so many other things, Fox was different, and a quivering feeling began to move through me, shaking me, a hunger that made me almost breathless with anticipation and nervousness.
He noted my expression, reading it effortlessly. “You’re excited, I can see that, and but you’re also worried, aren’t you? What about?”
I swallowed. “I…I’ve never done this before. Sir. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I know you haven’t. But remember, all you have to do is what I tell you. A workman never blames his tools, hmm?”
This was deeply reassuring because all I wanted in that moment was to give him pleasure.
This is how you can undo him.
The thought stole through my head and the instant it did, I was certain: if he wanted me to suck his cock, I’d do it. I’d give him the best damn blow job in the entire world, good enough to melt the damn glacier that surrounded him.
He let go my chin and leaned back on the couch, his hands dropping to the fastening of his jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes off the movements of his hands as he undid the button and then pulled the zipper down.
Fuck, if I got this hot just watching him undo his fly then there was no hope for me. Right in this moment though, I didn’t care. I hadn’t had a chance to look at him naked except that moment in the shower this morning, and what I’d seen then…holy shit. Wide shoulders and muscled chest, chiseled abs, and the long lean power of his thighs. And his cock…. I hadn’t missed that. Long and thick and hard. I’d wanted to fall to my knees then and there, and worship him, but he’d made me turn around and put my hands on the wall.
Now though, he opened his jeans, shoved down his underwear and slowly took his cock out. He curled his fingers around it and gripped it, his gaze on mine. I couldn’t hide how turned on I was or how my mouth watered for him, so I didn’t. I let him see how much I wanted this.
He pumped his cock lazily, watching me, and I had a sudden fear that he wasn’t going to get me to suck him at all, that he was just going to sit here, full of that cool, lazy arrogance, jerking himself off while I watched.
But then he said, “Come here, sub.”
My heart hammering, I shuffled forward, kneeling between his spread thighs. With his free hand he gripped my chin and pulled me in close. “Hands behind your back and open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice rough, and when I did, he guided the head of his cock between my lips.