Chapter 15: Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
William’s POV
One moment I was angry about how things were between Margaret and myself and today, I was happy, holding her waist and drawing in a noseful of her scent at this dinner party. When the orchestra shifted into a slower song, I watched as a few people excused themselves from their circles and ventured out onto the dance floor. I walked around the edge of the garden, stepping behind Margaret and tapping her on one bare shoulder. She turned, her smile slipping from her face when she saw me.
“Well, hello to you, too,” I said.
Margaret took a long sip from her champagne flute before addressing me. “How are you tonight, Mr. Williams?”
“Very well” I stepped closer, brushing the backs of my fingers along her arm. It was soft and smooth, and I noted the way goosebumps spread along her skin. “You look stunning tonight, by the way.” She met my eyes, sizing me up. Even as she put a little distance between us, she murmured, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I feigned shock. “Did you just compliment me?”
“I may have.”
“It would be a shame for both of us to have gotten all dressed up and not share a dance. Wouldn’t you agree?” Margaret glanced around the garden and I added, “Just a dance, Margaret.” She emptied her glass and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. “Just a dance.” Placing my hand on the small of her back, I guided her to a dimly lit corner of the dance floor.
“I enjoyed our time in the car the other day,” I said, taking her in my arms. “Perhaps we could do it again. Maybe with a slightly different menu?” She smirked and looked past me.
I pulled her body flush to mine, eliciting that little quirk of her eyebrow I was beginning to like so much. “So how are you finding the plan?”
“Good,” she said. “Healthier. Amusing.” She tilted her head, finally looking up at me.
I laughed. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“I suppose that would depend on the outcome.”
“And what do you think it would be?” She blinked away, smiling politely again. It struck me that Margaret behaved like a woman who was very much used to being watched in public.
“Look, It is confusing, must I choose between the two of you”
“You did when nobody asked you to. Moreover, I like you,” I said, shrugging. “I rather like your kink.”
She laughed. “My kink? That’s one I’ve heard before. Every man I’ve fucked liked my kink”
“Well, that’s a shame and a total waste of efforts, maybe. We all know I am greedy as fuck and would share with anybody”
She looked up at me with a challenge in her eyes. “Nobody told you to share, Williams.” I leaned in, whispering against the shell of her ear. “I’m not yours but I’m yours! Do you understand that?”
“And that’s why I think, it is time you leave your friend’s place. We have few days left in this part of the world/ come, let’s make memories” I felt her swallow, felt her shaky breath before she straightened, putting a socially acceptable amount of distance between us. Shaking her head, she fought a smile and looked up at me.
“Stop being cute.” My grin widened
“I would like to show you what it means to be cute. Meet me upstairs.”
“What? No. there are people we still need to talk to”
“I told you I was one greedy prick.” I hissed” The empty ballroom adjacent to the restrooms. It’s up the stairs and to your right.” I stepped closer, then kissed her cheek as if to thank her for the dance. I left her there just as the music came to a stop and they announced that dinner would be served inside, immediately followed by the auction. I wondered if she would do it. If she would risk being missed if she felt the same buzz of adrenaline I felt. The sound of conversation built as I stepped out of the humid night and into the air-conditioned museum. I climbed the wide staircase and meandered down the hall into the empty, unlit ballroom. The voices dimmed as I pulled the door behind me, leaving it open just a sliver. I waited just inside for a beat, listening to the muted sounds of the party as it continued downstairs and outside, and listening to make sure I was truly alone in the dark room. The occasional patron walked down the carpeted hall and inside the empty ballroom, making brief phone calls or looking for the restrooms. It felt as if every sound I made echoed out into the hallway, my shoes slapping on the wood floor as I took note of the layout. The room was longer than it was wide, and the city glowed through the windows on the long side of the room, the hum of traffic steady on the streets below. Along the far, short wall was a rectangular table partially hidden by an ornate screen. The room was otherwise completely empty. I walked over and leaned against the table, behind the screen and even farther out of sight as I waited. Over ten minutes after I’d left her—and after I’d almost given up on waiting any longer—the slice of light through the door expanded and cut across the floor. I watched the shape of her body through the screen, backlit from the light in the hall. I knew that in the darkness, I remained invisible to her, and I took the opportunity to watch her as she scanned the room. I could imagine the pulse in her throat hammering with nerves and excitement. Stepping out from behind the screen, I finally let her see me, a silhouette against the light of the city.
She crossed the room, eyes on mine as she slowly closed the distance between us. Her expression was hard to make out in the dim lighting, and I waited for her to speak, to tell me to go to hell or even to ask me to fuck her again, but she said nothing. She paused with just inches between us, hesitating for only a moment before grabbing my jacket and pulling me to her.
Her lips were warm and insistent and she tasted of champagne. I imagined her downing a glass, hoping to find the courage to come up here and do exactly this. The thought made me moan, eyes fluttering closed as she opened her mouth to me, her head tilted back as her tongue pushed against mine. I palmed her breast with one hand, gripping her hip hard with the other.
“Take this off,” she said, hands fumbling with my tie, fingers tugging at my buttons.
I walked us backward and unzipped her dress, watching it slip from her body to pool around her feet at the floor. She was completely naked beneath her gown.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby…” I said, taking one nipple into my mouth and looking up at her. She nodded, lips parted as she twisted her hands into my hair, whispering words like more and with teeth and please. I guided her down to the table, gripping her behind the knees to pull her toward the edge. My fingers trailed down her ribs and over her flat stomach. I met her eyes, lifting a brow as I ran my hands over the heels of her shoes.
“We’ll leave these on, I reckon,” I said, looking down at her otherwise naked body. She was perfect: creamy skin, spectacular tits, and taut, pink nipples. Bending over her, I licked a line down her neck to her breasts, pressing my thumb into a fading mark I’d apparently sucked into her skin on Saturday. “I bet you looked at this every day,” I said, admiring my handiwork, pressing just a bit harder.
“Too much talking,” she said, pushing open my shirt. “Too many clothes.”
I grazed my teeth across her nipple, sucking, blowing across the hardened peak. “Touch me,” I said, pressing her palm over my cock.
She squeezed and my head fell against her shoulder.
Her hands shook as she unfastened my trousers, hurriedly shoving them down around my hips. She leaned back on the table, her body stretched, the shadows dipping into the hollow of her collarbone, the curve of her breasts.
“Williams,” she whispered, eyes hooded as she looked up at me.
“Yeah?” I was distracted by her neck, her breasts, and her hand curling around my cock.
“Do you have a camera?”
How did she do that? How did someone so contained, so naturally refined, let loose that completely? I reached into my jacket—still hanging open from my shoulders—and pulled out my phone, holding it up to her. “This’ll do?”
“Let’s go pro and make videos?” I blinked, and then blinked hard again. Was she kidding?
“Fuck. Absolutely.”
“No faces.”
“Of course not.” A beat of silence passed as we both considered what I could do with this gadget in my palm. She wanted pictures of what we were doing. I reeled from the knowledge that she got off on this as much as I did. I could see it in the way her pulse beat wildly in her throat, at the fever in her eyes.
“Nobody else sees them,” she said.
I smiled. “I don’t relish the idea of sharing any part of you. Of course no one else sees them.”
She leaned back and I brought the phone up, aiming at her. The first shot was of her shoulder. The second of her hand on her breast, her nipple caught between her fingers. A soft moan left her lips as I smoothed my hand up her thigh to slip between her legs. Voices echoed in the hall, pulling us out of our dark corner and back into the reality of where we were, and how we both eventually needed to return downstairs. I rolled a condom down my length and reached up to press my thumb to her mouth, slipping it inside. She answered wordlessly, wrapping her legs around my hips and trying to pull me closer. I watched myself slide into her just as the door to the ballroom creaked open. As it had before, the brightness from the hall spilled into the room, filtering through the screen and painting her torso with its ribbon of light. Her breath caught but I didn’t stop, instead lifting her chin and motioning for her to stay quiet as I pushed into her again. Heat spread from my cock up my spine at the feel of her around me. She closed her eyes tight and I gripped her hip to steady myself, thrusting into her harder, pulling her farther down the table toward me. The light from the city was just enough for me to capture a sensual, dark photo of my hand on her skin. Footsteps crossed the room toward the window, and her legs tightened around me as if to keep me from pulling back and away.
I watched her nipples harden, her lips part in excitement. Don’t worry, I thought with a smile. I’m not stopping.
My movements were shallow and I gripped her breast, pinching her nipple. “They’re right there,” I whispered, bending to kiss her neck and relishing the wild rhythm of her pulse under my lips. “They could see us if they wanted.”
Her breath caught and I pinched again, rougher this time. “I’m not pulling back. I just want to push farther and farther and farther in.”
“Harder,” she begged in a whisper.
“My hand, or how I’m fucking you?”
“Both.”
I swore against the skin of her neck. “You’re fucking dirty, you know that?”
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as I rocked into her, wishing I could get even deeper somehow. I felt her stomach tense against mine, her hips roll up with greater insistence. Fuck, she was warm and slick and if she didn’t get there soon I was going to go before her. Thankfully, with a squeak, she dug her nails painfully into my shoulder, her body tensing as she came apart around me. I felt lightheaded, euphoric, as if something inside was about to explode.
The sound of footsteps returned, and then came to a quiet stop just on the other side of the screen. I felt my orgasm barrel down on me, white hot and enough to make me see stars. It went dark as I pushed one final time, my head buried in her neck as I let myself drown, lost to every other sensation as I came deep inside her.
And then silence, the collective moment when we struggled to contain our panting breaths, and nobody dared to move.
I became vaguely aware of the sound of breathing just beyond the screen, the stillness of someone waiting. Listening. I turned my head and saw Margaret’s wide eyes, her teeth buried into her bottom lip. A moment passed, and then another before the footsteps moved on, the light slipping along our sweaty bodies just as the door closed.