The Affair: Week 4 Page 4

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “And I’m sorry for rushing just now, too. I’m impatient.”

  “For dessert?” she asked cautiously, stopping when he did in front of a door. He paused with a key in the lock, leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. An electrical tingle went through her, a hint of what was to come.

  “For dessert,” he agreed before he pushed open the condominium door. Emma entered, staring in openmouthed awe. He didn’t switch on a light, but he didn’t need to. She hardly noticed the sumptuous living room as she walked through it. Her attention was snagged by the stunning view of Millennium and Grant parks, the Art Institute, and the brightly lit tiny ribbon of cars far below them that was Michigan Avenue. She sensed Vanni step up next to her as she gazed out at the splendid sight.

  “Which view do you like better? The one at the Breakers or the one here?” she asked wistfully.

  He didn’t immediately reply. A shock of regret went through her when she realized that the view at the Breakers was the site of his twin brother’s untimely and tragic death.

  “Vanni . . . I’m sorry, that was an insensitive thing to ask.”

  His face looked compelling and unreadable in the dim light provided by city far below them. He didn’t appear offended, however, so she couldn’t stop herself from speaking her pressing thought out loud.

  “Why did you do it?” she whispered. “Why did you build a house where you’re constantly forced to look out at the place where Adrian died?”

  The silence stretched. He reached for her with the hand that wasn’t holding the desserts and his briefcase.

  “Because there are more things in that view than the place where Adrian died. There are also places in it where he lived.”

  If only you could live there as well. Truly live.

  Not only his words, but her thought echoed in her brain. She wasn’t sure if he’d given her an answer full of meaning, or if he’d sidestepped her question altogether. She did know this in that moment: Vanni Montand had been leading half a life.

  “I don’t want to talk about depressing things, Emma,” he said with quiet finality. Maybe he was right. She nodded in agreement. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  She shook her head. “When will you return from France?” she asked.

  “I’m due back the following Monday.”

  “I’d imagine things are really heating up in France, with the race coming up.”

  He nodded, his stare on her unflinching. “I regret having to be away so much now. We’ll talk more about you coming with me for the last trip, during the race itself. But not now.” He tilted his head toward the hallway. “Come. Let’s go finish our dinner.”

  She followed him, sensing his focused intent, her heart beginning to pound out a warning, yet thrilling, drumbeat.

  He turned on a bedside lamp, using a control panel on the wall near the door, and then dimmed it to a cozy, golden glow. The bed here was more streamlined and modern than the one at the Breakers, but it was just as large and sumptuously dressed in austere, masculine luxury with muted grays, dark browns, and creamy beige tones. The curtains were drawn, giving the room a hushed, secluded ambience. He set the bag he was carrying on a bedside chest of drawers. He removed his jacket and tossed it on the back of a deep upholstered chair, then set down his leather portfolio. She stood there, admiring his form and easy, athletic grace. Did his masculine confidence and beauty strike such a deep, compelling chord of longing and lust in every woman he seduced? Or was it singular in Emma’s case? Her heart sunk when she realized she was too inexperienced to know. She wasn’t even sure what the feeling was, let alone whether or not it was common. She watched, curious but also increasingly anxious, as he reached into his briefcase.

  He withdrew a velvet drawstring bag and slid something out of it. He turned, holding the vibrator he’d used on her earlier today in his hand. Her eyes widened.

  “Come here,” he said quietly when he saw she still stood just inside the threshold of the bedroom.

  She walked toward him, unable to look away from his eyes.

  “What . . . what are you going to do?” she asked when she came to a stop a few feet away.

  His eyebrows arched. “The anxiety is back, I see. I thought it might make an unwelcome return. That’s why I brought the desserts. It’s hard to be nervous when you’re playing a game . . . and eating sweets, don’t you think?”

  “Playing a game?” she asked uncertainly.

  He held her stare and nodded. His aquamarine eyes looked softer than usual in the ambient light. “Take off all your clothes except for your underwear, and I’ll explain,” he said.

  She swallowed thickly and set down her purse on the chair. She didn’t know why his request struck her as so intimidating. One had to take off their clothes to have sex, didn’t they? But he didn’t undress, she realized as she slid off her high-heeled sandals and unbelted her dress. He just watched her steadily, obviously interested, all the while holding that damn little instrument in his large hand. Both his hand and that vibrator had made her climax so efficiently earlier today that she’d nearly blacked out both times. Her core turned molten at the incendiary thought, but her skin pebbled when she lifted her dress over her head, exposing her bare skin to the cool air-conditioning and Vanni’s hot stare. She hesitated as she reached for the clasp on her bra, but then she met his gaze. Maybe it was just the lighting, but that atypical softness remained in his gaze alongside the heat of desire. It was like a reassuring caress. There was no logical reason why he should, given his apparent impenetrable confidence, but he felt compassion for her anxiety. He knew this wasn’t easy for her. The realization steadied her.

  She dropped her bra in the chair on top of her dress and stood before him, naked save her panties.

  “Now. What’s your game, Speed Racer?” she teased him warily.

  His flashing smile was like a swift punch to the gut. She could really get used to seeing his unguarded, warm smiles. They were so rare and beautiful in comparison to his grim, cynical ones.

  She could get dangerously used to them.

  “It’s pretty simple,” he said, picking up the bag of desserts and walking over to a dresser. He opened a drawer and removed a long black scarf. He took all the items over to the bed and sat on the edge. Setting down the bag and the vibrator, he beckoned her closer. “You may have noticed that the desserts featured some kind of seasonal fruit in addition to other things, like chocolate, cake, pastry?”

  “Yeah, I think so,” she said, even though she was struggling to remember precisely what was on the menu. She drew near him, stopping near his long, bent legs.

  He held up the scarf. “I’m going to blindfold you and feed you the desserts, and all you have to do is guess the fruit correctly.”

  “That’s all?” she asked warily.

  “No,” he conceded, his shapely mouth tilting. He loosened his tie, holding her stare, and slid it from around his neck. The hissing sound of silk against cotton inexplicably made her sex contract and her nipples tighten. His gaze flickered downward to her chest, and she inhaled sharply.

  He’d noticed.

  “I’m going to bind your wrists in front of you,” he said, holding up his tie. “And I’m going to blindfold you, so you can’t see the dessert.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “It’s only fair. You’ll get them all correct, most likely, if you can see them.”

  “Is that all?”

  Her clit pinched tight when he slowly shook his head. He reached for the vibrator. “I’m going to put this in you,” he said, his voice a low, sultry threat.

  Her eyebrows arched higher.

  “There are four desserts in here. If you guess the fruit correctly, you get another bite.” The devilish gleam that entered his eyes made her heartbeat start to race. She’d never seen him look so playful . . . or so sexy. Sh
e couldn’t help but grin.

  “And if I get it wrong?”

  “You don’t get another bite,” he said, shrugging. “You’ll have to take a consequence, and we’ll continue.”

  “A consequence,” she repeated dryly.

  “You could take a spanking. Five swats for each time you’re wrong.”

  “A spanking? Using your hand, you mean?” she asked, straining to keep her voice even.

  He nodded. “My hand against your bare ass.”

  She swallowed thickly. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and pulsed erotically in her sex. How hard could it be, really? How many types of fruit were there? Surely she wouldn’t miss, and if she did . . . well, five swats wouldn’t be that bad . . .

  . . . and they might be very good.

  “Well? Do you want to play?” he asked quietly, the glint of a challenge in his eyes.

  “Yes,” she replied honestly. “Just tell me one thing first.”

  He nodded.

  “Have you played this game before?”

  He blinked and she knew she’d taken him by surprise with her question. His grin slowly faded. She held her breath. He shook his head slowly.

  “It’s not a game. Not really. It’s just playing, something to ease your anxiety. I’m making it up as I go along, because I don’t usually play in the bedroom. Not until you, and only for you. Do you understand?” She nodded, though stunned by his admission. “Then come here,” he said, holding out his hand.

  He spread his thighs and she walked between them.

  * * *

  Vanni held up the vibrator that had buzzed her with such wicked precision this afternoon.

  “I’m going to put this in, but first I’m going to touch you, just to see if you need some lubrication on the vibrator before I insert it.”

  She stared at him, shocked a little, but also strangely aroused by his matter-of-fact language. Holding her stare, he slipped his finger beneath the top band of her panties. Heat flooded her sex and her face. Oh God, how embarrassing.

  “Spread your thighs,” he urged as his long finger slid deeper. She did what he instructed, holding her breath. It escaped on a little gasp when his fingertip touched her entrance, then penetrated her just a half an inch or so. He grunted softly, and her cheeks turned from hot to scalding.

  “Why are you blushing?” he murmured, studying her face as he slowly pushed a finger into her another half an inch. “It’s a wonderful thing, to find you so warm and slick.”

  Her lips fell open as he gently sawed the top of his finger in and out of her for a moment. She still was embarrassed at being found wet even without any prior prolonged stimulation. He had kissed her several times this evening, but never for longer than a fraction of a minute or so. It’d been the experience of just being with him all night that had so well prepared her for this moment.

  He withdrew his hand, and her underwear slipped back into place. Despite her embarrassment, she missed his touch. He picked up the vibrator from the bed. “Now this,” he said simply before he pushed down the elastic band of her underwear again. Holding one end of the U-shaped, slender vibrator, he pushed it between her thighs. Again, he watched her face as he inserted the tip into her channel, penetrating her several inches until the bottom of the U was pressed flush against her sex, the other tip lodged next to her clit. The vibrator remained in place.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said, feeling sweat pop out against her upper lip.

  “Good.” He picked up his discarded tie. “Put your hands in front of you. I’m going to bind them.”

  She followed his instructions, her heart chugging away in her chest. He looped the silk tie around her wrists and bound her with quick, expert precision. How many times had he bound a woman before? Was she crazy, for allowing this? Her anxious thoughts evaporated when he picked up the black scarf.

  “Just lower your head a little, and I’ll blindfold you,” he said gently.

  Even though he sat, and she stood, he was so tall that their heights weren’t that disparate. The last vision she had before the placed the silk scarf over her eyes, blinding her, was of his hot, gleaming eyes. Even though she could no longer see them a moment later as she straightened, the vision of them was burned into her mind’s eye.

  “I’m going to switch on the vibrator now.”

  She tensed and inhaled sharply as the instrument began to buzz, doing its job, stimulating both her clit and vagina. Her skin roughened at the illicit, mechanical caresses. Her nipples tightened.

  “You’re exceptionally sensitive.” His quiet, resonant voice rushed over her in the darkness. Her ears tuned in to the sound, made hyperalert by her blind state. “I’m going to turn it down a little.”

  Had he noticed the effect the vibrator had on her? He didn’t miss much of anything, she realized, feeling even more naked and vulnerable than she had before.

  And even more aroused.

  She heaved a sigh of mixed relief and deprivation when the vibrations diminished to a pleasant, tickling hum.

  “Now for the fun part,” he said, and she heard the bag rustling as he removed the package of mixed desserts. She turned her head, breathless to hear any clue of what was occurring. She heard a scraping sound—the carton being opened?—and then the crinkling of plastic. Perhaps he was removing some disposable utensils?

  “Okay. Challenge number one,” she heard him say. “Open your mouth.”

  The tingle in her clit segued to a simmer. She opened her lips, exposing her tongue. Ready. Waiting.

  Breathless.

  A fork slid across her tongue. She instinctively closed on the morsel of food he’d inserted. He withdrew the fork slowly as her tongue began to absorb the sweet decadence. Her mouth closed, exploring a soft, creamy texture and a thin shell of crispiness.

  “Hmmm,” she hummed appreciatively. She smiled. This one was easy.

  “Well?” he said, sounding warm and amused.

  She took her time before she swallowed. “Banana . . . and chocolate and the richest, yummiest cream I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

  Actually, it’d been the most delicious bite of any food she’d had in her life, period. Maybe it was the exquisitely prepared dessert, or maybe it was how primed Vanni had made her senses with his game, but that was the simple truth.

  “Very good. But just so you know, I gave you the easiest one first.”

  “But I got it right. I get another bite.” He didn’t immediately respond. She felt her nipples prickle in the silence that followed and wondered wildly if he stared at her there.

  “Yes. You do,” he said after a pause. “Open your mouth.”

  Knowing what it was that was coming didn’t diminish her pleasure. She closed her mouth, and again, he slowly withdrew the fork. He must have noticed her relish the mouthwatering dessert, because she heard his low laughter. It only piqued her sensual feast.

  “It’s a banana crème brûlée with chocolate. Okay, you won that one. Are you ready for the next?”

  She swallowed and nodded, anticipation and excitement building in her.

  “Open your mouth,” he murmured.

  She parted her lips, her mouth watering, and waited. Her body tensed in excitement at the first touch of the fork against her flesh. She closed around a remarkably dense and rich cake. A divine, sweet flavor filled her mouth. She chewed carefully, absorbing the flavors with every ounce of attention she possessed. This one was harder. The fruit taste was there, but as more of an accent. The buttery, creamy taste of the cake was at the forefront.

  “Well?” Vanni said, after she’d swallowed. She heard amusement in his tone. He was enjoying this. “What fruit?”

  “It was definitely a berry. Strawberry?” she asked shakily.

  “Close. But no. It’s a raspberry Kugelhopf, a kind of Alsatian cake. Strike one.”<
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  Her pulse leapt at her throat. She heard something rustle on the bed. She suddenly wanted to close her thighs to put a clamp on the pressure mounting at her sex.

  “You don’t have to sound so happy about it,” she said breathlessly. Her heart lurched when she felt his hands on her hips.

  “I’ll try to keep my happiness to myself,” he replied drolly. He caught the top of her underwear with his fingers and deliberately pulled them down over her ass. He drew them to her thighs and dropped his hands, leaving them stretched between her legs. The skin on her bottom tingled at being exposed to the cool air. The anticipation was killing her. Her lungs burned.

  So did her clit.

  She jumped when he put his hands on her waist.

  “Shhh,” he soothed as he pushed her toward him. His long thighs pressed lightly to her outer thighs. “Bend forward slightly,” he instructed.

  One of his hands dropped away when she did what he’d said.

  “Oh!” she cried out. He’d turned up the vibrator. Her hips twitched slightly at the arousing sensation.

  Smack.

  She gasped. The sound of skin against skin, the tingle and the burn on her ass left her stunned. A hot spike of arousal drove through her. Her sex clamped tight against the vibrator.

  “I thought it was best just to get it over with and end the suspense,” Vanni said thickly before he spanked her again, this time on the other cheek.

  Chapter Twenty

  It was a brisk, precise pop of his cupped hand against skin. This time, she kept her mouth closed over the cry that jumped out of her throat, muting the sound to a whimper. It didn’t hurt terribly. It did burn. The prickle of nerves amplified the simmer of her clit. He kept his hand on her, massaging the stinging skin and muscle. That made her moan and her pelvis strain forward slightly. She wished like hell she could press her pussy against something solid.

  “Speak to me,” he said gruffly. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Keeping her mouth shut tight, she shook her head.