CHAPTER 5

It's different, grander, than the one I looked at on the website. The balcony larger, an entire living room area before you reach the huge bed. I can’t help but swallow at the sight of the bed. The one in the pictures was a wooden headboard. This one has poles that reach the ceiling, wrapped in black leather. It somehow seems this bed was quite purposely chosen. I almost expect to see some handcuffs hanging from them. Honestly, I'd wondered if I would walk in and see whips, rope, shit even some knives on the comforter, but there's nothing. Just an extremely fluffy looking black comforter, asking me if I'll be naked on it tonight.

I turn around at hearing the door click shut behind me. Law stands there, one hand in his pants pocket, the other near his face, his thumb sweeping back and forth along his bottom lip as his eyes stare at me. It feels like he's deciding what to do with me. I'd like to know as well.

Then he's walking toward me, and I watch his every step, every movement. His feet silently eat up the distance between us, his hand coming out of his pocket and going to his hair so he can run his fingers through it like I'd thought he had. Then I can't see him at all because he's walking around me, until he's at my back, so close there can't be more than a few inches between us. I don't look over my shoulder at him, I stand utterly still, barely even breathing. Then I feel his finger trailing along my bare shoulder and a small gasp escapes me.

"Don't be afraid," he says, his voice low.

"How can I not be? When I have no idea what you want of me."

"You know what I want."

"I do, but I don't."

"Let me make it very clear, then."

He steps closer, his hard cock flexing against my ass. That finger that was on my shoulder becoming a hand pressing to the front of my throat, pushing me back into him even more. His mouth comes to my ear, his beard scratching against my neck.

"First, I want to see you wearing nothing but these heels," he whispers.

His other hand goes to the zipper at my back, beginning to drag it down, and God, the sound of a zipper has never sounded so erotic as it does in the silence of this room. Then he's bringing the sleeve down my shoulder, the dress past my hips, down my legs until it's pooling on the floor around my feet. I go to step out of it but his fingers trailing up my spine stop me. He reaches my bra and undoes it. Since it's strapless, it falls to the ground, on top of my dress.

His hands ghost, there's really no other word for the way his fingers are barely a whisper as they travel down my sides, until they reach my panties. My breath hitches as he traces along the top of them a few times before he lowers them, down and down, until he's crouching behind me so I can step out of them.

He stands, getting close enough again that I feel his cock against my hip this time as he walks around me to face me.

"I want to feel the evidence of how much you want me," he says while putting his hand under my chin. He tilts it up, so I have no choice but to look into his eyes when leans in closer and asks, "Do you want me, Sarah?"

I swallow, the intensity in his eyes making it hard to think straight. But that's an easy question. My want for him is rushing through me more with each look, each touch, each whisper into my ear.

"I do.”

His eyes never look away from mine as his hand goes to my belly, drifts down, closer and closer to the place that is aching for him. He smirks when I step out with my right leg, widening for him. And then he's there, his finger rubbing my clit in a slow, but hard circle. My mouth falls open, allowing a shuddering breath to leave me. A few more circles, enough to have my breathing beginning to pick up, and then his finger is sliding through my wetness.

"There it is." He hums with satisfaction.

Thank God it's not a question, because I don't think I could even answer him right now. Not with his finger moving toward my opening, circling it, teasing it before finally sliding two fingers in. A quiet moan leaves me, my eyes beginning to feel too heavy to keep open. But his question has them widening.

"Did you think of me since yesterday? Did you imagine all the things I would do to you in here after I sent you the room number? All the things you want to do to me?"

"I-"

His fingers abruptly stop, slide out of me, jarring me enough that I let a hoarse whimper pass my lips.

"Three rules for when you're with me."

"Wh-what?" I ask, confused as hell how he just went from fingering me to this. How he went from asking questions in a husky voice to sternly talking about rules.

"Three rules. Make sure you remember them. First, never hide yourself from me. You're beautiful. Don't doubt it."

"I won't."

He smiles before continuing, "Second, don't hold back your pleasure. I want to hear every moan, every gasp, every call of my name, and every plea for mercy I won't give."

I swallow. "And third?"

"Never lie to me. Not a single lie. Ever. Now, what have you imagined me doing to you?"

He's giving me whiplash, with his questions and statements, with the changes of his voice, with making me go from thinking of every lustful thought I've had about him to remembering rules. But his words ring in my ears, along with his question, reminding me not to lie about what I envisioned us doing. Which do I say first?

"Everything," I state.

A dark chuckle comes from him. "Do be more specific, Sarah."

I lick my lips and don't miss the way his eyes track my tongue's movement. "Bending me over the bed, eating me out, touching me, kissing me, speaking dirty words to me."

A groan leaves him as both his hands come to my hips. He moves me until I'm flush against him, his cock pressing against my clit, making me wish the fabric of his pants wasn't between us.

"And what have you imagined yourself doing to me?"

I hesitate. Can I really tell him all the filthy things I grew hot just thinking about doing to him? A sharp gasp erupts from me when Law yanks hard on my hair, making my eyes fly wide as I look at him.

"I already told you not to lie to me," he states.

"I didn't."

"Your silence was a lie, and I won't have it. And why would you even consider lying about that? Because you think anything you imagined doing to me hasn't already crossed my mind a thousand times? I can assure you it has. Now, tell me."

Fuck it. He wants to know? I'll tell him everything. Then, just maybe, he'll give me everything I want.

"I imagined myself between your legs, on my knees, sucking your cock until you empty in my mouth. I imagined myself sliding up and down on you, taking the pleasure I want from your body. I imagined me holding your head to my pussy, making sure you lick up every single drop of my cum. I imagined the sounds I want you to make escape me, the way I want you to groan as my pussy spasms around you. I imagined you begging me not to stop when my lips are wrapped around you. I imagined everything Law. Everything."

I stop, utterly in disbelief at every single word I just said. If it weren't for me being absolutely certain my mouth was moving, that those words were said in my voice, I would doubt it was actually me saying them. And Law seems just as shocked, blinking as he stares at me, lust clear in his eyes, and I dare say an impressed look as well. Then he steps back, reaching for his shirt, removing it, letting it drop to the floor.

I follow his hands as they go to his pants, unbutton them, drag down the zipper, grab both his pants and boxer briefs and begin to lower them. He bends over to step out of them, and when he straightens again, I get my first look at his cock. His long, thick cock. Already I can see pre-cum glistening on the tip.

He walks across the living room area, his cock bobbing with each step, and sits on the chair, planting his feet wide. His eyes clash with mine then, daring me to say no to something he hasn’t even demanded of me yet. And then, he does.

"Get over here and kneel between my legs. Suck my cock just the way you imagined.”