Pleasure Bound

She summoned the elevator, wondering when Zeke would arrive. As the doors whooshed open, someone stepped up behind her and followed her into the elevator. She turned around and came face-to-face with Zeke.

“Oh, hello,” she stammered. She pressed “17.”

God, he looked bad … in a very good way. Torn blue jeans with a chain cascading from one belt loop to another, then hanging straight down, punctuated by a silver skull. A black muscle shirt exposed his bulging shoulder and arm muscles, as well as the delicious dragon tattoo on his upper arm. Not to mention the two metal spikes through his eyebrow.

He smiled seductively and winked, then leaned against the mirrored elevator wall. Another woman raced toward the closing doors and Marie pressed the Open button. The doors opened again. The woman stepped inside and nodded to Marie, then glanced at Zeke, her gaze shifting from his tattoos to the chain hanging at his hip. She stepped to the opposite corner, clearly uncomfortable with Zeke’s presence, and pressed “3.”

The doors closed and the elevator started upward. It stopped on the third floor and the woman disappeared. The door closed and the elevator continued upward.

Now she was alone in the small space with Zeke. Soon they’d be inside her apartment and he’d be touching her and … The vibration of the moving elevator matched the quivers inside her. Zeke pushed himself forward and pulled a key from his pocket, then unlocked a door on the control panel. He pushed a button and the elevator halted.

“What are you doing?” she asked, knowing damn well what he was doing.

He turned toward her, his eyes blazing with heat.

“I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

Goose bumps quivered along her flesh.

She licked her lips. “We … can’t do that here.”

He stepped toward her, and she stepped back until she was pressed into the corner, his hard muscular body against hers. He grasped her face in a gentle hold and stared into her eyes.

“We can and we will.”

The authority in his voice sent thrilling excitement shuddering through her.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes, what?”

“I … uh…”

“ ‘Yes, Master’ is the appropriate response.”

Oh God. Her pulse quickened.

“Yes, Master.”

A slow smile spread across his face.

“That’s more like it. Now open your blouse for me.”

She hesitated as she glanced up at the corner of the elevator, wondering if there were security cameras.

“Now.” His sharp tone sent her heart pounding in exhilaration.

She released the buttons. Quickly.

His gaze followed her fingers, watching the blouse part to reveal her breasts, encased in a simple white lace bra.

“Ah.” He stroked his finger along the top edge of one lacy cup. “So virginal.”

His finger dipped under the lace on one side and drew it downward, then tucked the fabric under her swelling breast. The nipple thrust forward. He stared at the dusky rosebud and smiled, then stroked his finger over it. She moaned at the exquisite sensation. He bared her other breast in a similar fashion, then cupped his hands under her aching mounds and stroked the nipples with his thumbs.

When she thought she couldn’t stand the intense sensations rushing through her another moment, he leaned down and lapped at her hard nipple, then drew it into his mouth, and sucked hard. She gasped, clutching his head tight to her.

At the feel of his mouth on her other nipple, she threw her head back and moaned. He grasped her face, then captured her mouth, driving his tongue inside, pulsing against hers in a passionate dance.