Haze (14 page)

Isla

I'm reasonably sure when I walked out of the office with my lipstick smeared all over my mouth and Gabriel's, that Cicely finally clued in to what's been going on. If she hadn't, the hard-on that he was trying to mask beneath his carefully placed right hand would have given everything away.

He'd kissed me deeply after he told me that he wanted me in his bed. That's his actual bed and not the fuck pad one. As tempted as I was to ask him about that place and exactly how many other women have ordered room service breakfast, I didn’t. His past is his past and right now I'm his present. That's the only thing that matters to me.

"Are you and Mr. Foster boning?"

Boning? Is that an actual thing?

I keep hanging up the new robes that arrived today with the hope that Cicely will disappear right along with that question. Who even refers to it as boning?

"Isla, I asked you a question." She taps me on the shoulder. "I want to know about you and Mr. Foster."

I pivot on my heel to face her. I hadn't noticed that bright red headband she's wearing before now. It actually matches her dress perfectly. It does nothing to deter from the large fabric bow that is perched on her left shoulder.

"What is it? I'm really busy right now, Cicely."

"Are you and Mr. Foster doing things? You are having sex with him, aren't you?"

So far just really spectacular oral sex, thank you. Well, technically, thank you to Mr. Foster for that.

"My personal life isn't your business." I perch my hands on my waist. "What I do after work isn't your concern, Cicely."

"Did you do it in the office just now? If you did, that's my business."

"I've never had sex in this building." I wave my hand in the air. "Have you?"

"Once."

My mouth literally falls open. I feel it and I do nothing to stop it. "You've had sex in the boutique?"

"It was after hours." She points at a table covered in lace panties. "It was over there, against that table."

I rest my fingertips against my forehead. How did I get involved in this conversation and beyond that, is there a way to get that mental image out of my mind?

"Don't run to Mr. Foster and tell him that." She points her finger at me. "I'll deny it and you'll look like a fool."

My lips twist wryly. "I won't tell a soul, Cicely. Your secret is safe with me."

I mean it. I'm not even sure I could form the words to tell anyone, let alone Gabriel, about Cicely's sex life.

***

"Isla, did you ever make it to Skyn?"

I close the door of the change room with a small push of my shoulder. I feel instant relief once I hear the latch catch.

"I went there once," I admit. "I can't say it was the best experience I've ever had."

She adjusts the lace bra she's trying on. "I like the way this fits. Does it come in different colors?"

I nod slowly. "Black, violet, I think there's also a red option, but I'll need to double check that we have it in stock."

"You don't carry collars, do you?"

She's not the first customer to ask me that. She is, however, the first, and only customer, I've had who has ever talked about Skyn, that club I went to a few weeks ago in Lower Manhattan.

"I'm sorry, Tiffany, we don't."

That's the name she likes to be called. I'm not sure if it's part of her fantasy life, but it's not the name on her credit card or on her driver's license, which she had to show me to verify her identity when she opened an account with us.

If I had to wager a guess, I'd say she's at least fifteen years older than me. The first time she came in, she asked me to help her try on dozens of different bras. During the hour I spent with her she rambled on about her penchant for being tied up. It had sparked my interest immediately and when she talked about the men she'd met at Skyn, I made the mistake of asking her where the club was.

"I know a place I can get one." She gestures to her back in an effort to get me to unclasp the bra. "Do you want to come with me after work one day? It might be fun."

There's no actual protocol that states that we can't hang out with customers, especially the ones who have the same interests we do. It's not as though I can tell Cassia about what I like in bed. I tried once, two or three years ago, when I asked if she would like it if her boyfriend spanked her.

Her reaction was telling, not just the words she used but her body language. She'd laughed uncontrollably before announcing that she'd kick any guy who tried to do that to her right in his groin.

I never brought it up again after that even though it's been something I've craved since my first year of college when the boyfriend I had helped me understand the pleasure I could find in pain.

His experience was as limited as mine but together, we'd experimented and when we broke up, I felt a void that couldn’t be filled with just a good fuck. I craved more and I still do.

Last night was the first time I felt so aroused under a man's touch. When Gabriel pulled my hands back and laced them together with the sash, I almost lost my balance. I practically came when he slapped my ass. It was so much, too much but I wanted even more.

"I think I'll take these two." She motions towards two bras on the bench next to us. "You'll think about my offer, won't you?"

"I will." I might. Then again, Gabriel may give me everything I need.

Gabriel

"Tell me about haze."

Her head pops up as her eyes skim the perimeter of the restaurant. "You want to talk about that here?"

"Is there a reason we shouldn't?" I take a small sip from the glass of wine I ordered after we were seated. Isla opted for sparkling water again. I might have joined her until I saw the dress she's wearing. It's the same one she had on at Skyn when I spotted her through the glass. Her body is on ripe and almost full display and if we weren't in the center of Axel NY right now, enjoying what I hope will be a quick dinner, I'd be fucking her raw.

"This is a public place." She rubs her hand over the back of her neck which pushes her swollen nipples against the thin fabric of her dress. What I would give to suck on one right now.

I wave the server away as he approaches to take our dinner order. "Why haze? Tell me the significance of that."

"What's your safeword?"

The subtle attempt to shift the subject from herself to me brings a smile to my lips. "We're discussing your safeword right now."

"I don't know." She reaches towards a small basket of bread in the middle of the table before she pulls her hand back. "It's just a word. It's a word I wouldn’t normally say when I'm being fucked."

Hearing that word from her mouth brings my cock to immediate and full attention.

"What do you normally say when you're being fucked?"

"If you'd let me order dinner, we could eat and you might find out for yourself."

I chuckle, loudly. "Touché, Ms. Lane. Your wish is my command."

***

"I knew that it would be beautiful," she says as she takes in the view. "I imagined it would be beautiful because you're Gabriel Foster, but this is really incredible."

I reach for her hand. "I'll give you the grand tour."

She looks up and into my face. "I need to check my phone first. I'm expecting an important text."

The moment should be effectively broken by that but it's not. I heard her speaking to Garrett Ryan during dinner. The call ended with her promise to look over a document he was sending to her before night's end.

My natural instinct to understand everything in my world has kicked in but this is Isla's business and when she's ready to share, I'll be more than willing to listen, and help, if need be. I haven't asked about her dealings with Garrett, and I won't. I trust she'll offer when, and if, she feels the need.

She crosses the room towards where she'd dropped her clutch on a small table in the foyer. I watch her ass as it moves with each step of her feet. I don't know how I've controlled myself to this point. I'll need her naked and beneath me within the next ten minutes.

"I think I forgot my phone." I hear the panic in her voice. "I left it at the restaurant. It might be in the car. I need it."

I reach into my pocket to pull out my own phone. I swipe my finger across the screen before drawing up a number.

He answers on the first ring, as he always does.

"Charles, check the car. Ms. Lane has misplaced her phone. If it's not there, go back to Axel and find it."

He says something in response but I'm lost to those words and everything else as I watch Isla dump her clutch on the table, her hands frantically searching through the items.

It's all there as it was when she dropped her clutch at Skyn. Two condoms, twenty dollars, her actual driver's license this time and the handcuffs. The same shiny, new gold handcuffs rest on the table in my foyer.

I walk up behind her, reach forward and pull them into my hand just as my phone rings.

I answer the call immediately. "Thank you, Charles. I'll call down when I want you to bring the phone up."

She turns slowly as her delicate hand reaches for the handcuffs. She pulls on them gently.

"Take off your dress."

"Gabriel," she says in a faint whisper. "I want those back."

"The dress, Isla." I rub the cold metal of the handcuffs across her chin. "Strip for me now."

She nods slowly as her hands reach up and behind her neck to untie the string that is holding the entire dress in place. As she pulls on the knot, it drops to the floor, her beautiful full breasts now in full view.

"Your panties." I dip my chin down. "Take them off."

She kicks one heel off and then the other before she leans forward, slowly pulling down the sheer black panties she had on.

Like this, without any shoes on, she's at least a full foot shorter than I am. She's petite and curvy. Her body sensuous and ripe.

"Have you used these?" I dangle the cuffs from my index finger.

"No," she says quietly. "I bought those before…I bought them when I moved here."

I hold tight to them as I slide my jacket off, tossing it on the table, covering her belongings. "Did you bring them with you tonight for a reason?"

She doesn't answer. The only response is an increase in her breathing as she watches me loosen my tie before I yank it off and toss it onto my jacket.

"You enjoyed it when I bound your wrists the other night, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

My cock hardens with the words. I remove both cufflinks before I start unbuttoning my shirt. "You came so hard when I licked your sweet cunt."

Her breath hitches as her hands dive to her pussy.

"You're a slow learner, Isla." I push the shirt from my body. "Your body is mine to touch."

Her eyes roam my broad chest, stopping to rest on my firm stomach. "Is that mine to touch?"

I can't hide the smile that drifts over my lips as I unbuckle my belt. "This is all yours to touch but only when I say so. Understood?"

Her eyes stay trained to my hands as I lower my zipper. "I understand. It's all mine."

Isla

"Haze," I repeat the word back to him as I pull softly on the handcuffs around my wrists. "I remember but I won't say it. I won't need to say it."

He kisses me again, his lips lingering longer this time. After he'd pulled my legs up and around his waist, he'd carried me to his bed. This room is different than the one we shared the other night. This is decorated warmly with beautiful art and exquisite furnishings.

After he'd settled me on my back, he'd taken the handcuffs and closed one around my right wrist. I whimpered, but it wasn't out of fear. It came from a place inside that I can't control. It's excitement, laced with need and want.

He'd looped the short gold chain through one of the railings on his wrought iron headboard. He kissed my left palm and then my wrist before he closed the cuff around it.

"Are you on birth control?" His voice is deep, it's so deep.

I look to my left at the windows that overlook Central Park. I know no one can see us up here but I feel exposed, and the question isn't helping.

"I take the pill," I confess. "I have for years. Why?"

"I'd like to fuck you without a condom." He reaches into the pocket of the pants he's still wearing to pull out a foil package. "Tonight we'll use this but if you've been tested and you're clean, I'd rather not use these again."

"Haze."

His lips part into a sly smile. "What's the problem, Isla?"

"You're like crazy hot." I dip my chin towards his chiseled abs. "You must get a lot of action. I'd rather use a condom."

"I don't get as much action as you'd think." He presses his lips to my temple. "I'm tested monthly and I'm clean."

I move my head in an effort to capture his lips with mine but he pulls back. "I want you to use a condom tonight and tomorrow if you fuck me then and even a month from now if you're still fucking me."

"I have stamina, Isla." He traces his index finger over my left nipple. "Don't mistake me for a machine though. I can't fuck you for an entire month. I'll need some breaks for sustenance and sleep."

I like this side of him. It's the side that isn't confined to a tailored suit and stuck in an office in a high rise tower. "We'll negotiate, Mr. Foster."

"Perhaps," he says as he leans forward, his left hand gripping the headboard. "Tonight you'll listen to me, yes?"

"Yes."

He brushes his fingertips over my brow as he looks into my eyes. "You have the most beautiful lips I've ever seen. I've been aching to have them wrapped around my cock."
My tongue juts out at the mention of that. "Please, now?"

I watch in silence as his hands push his pants down, followed by his boxer briefs. Seeing him like this, with nothing on, in the dimmed light of this room, puts every other man I've ever been with to shame. His cock is perfect, thick and long.

His fingers glide over the entire length, stopping to cup his balls briefly before he slides himself onto the bed. He kisses me deeply before he straddles my chest.

"Haze if it's too much, Isla. Haze."

I moan the moment the plush head of his dick touches my bottom lip and as he slides it into my mouth and across my tongue, I watch as his head falls back and his eyes close.

His breath hisses out as I raise my head to take more and when his hands bolt to my hair to sync me with the rhythm of his thrusts, I groan around the thickness. The taste of him and the sound of his voice urging me to take it all makes me wet, so wet that all I want is to reach down and finger my clit so I can come.

"Fuck." He pushes the word out in a low rough moan as he pumps harder, faster and deeper until I feel and taste the flood of his release as he holds my head in place so I can take it all.

***

I look up and right at him as he walks back into the bedroom, a pair of sweatpants are the only thing he's wearing.

He'd slid down my body after he came in my mouth. I'd whimpered at the lost touch of his cock but he sensed my need to come too.

It took not more than a few minutes of his fingers touching my clit before I bucked my hips off the bed when I fell over the edge into an intense orgasm. His mouth found mine right then and as I moaned into his lips, he moved his fingers again, this time sliding two inside me, coaxing yet another climax from me.

He'd held me tightly against him then, our nude bodies pressed into one another while his lips rested on my shoulder. I'd tugged lightly on the handcuffs and without a word, he'd moved quickly to unlock them, taking the time to kiss my hands and both of my wrists.

I sat quietly as he reached for his phone to call Charles. He asked him to bring up my phone and while he tugged the sweatpants into place, I stared out at the city. Millions of people live here, each with their own unique story and yet mine is woven into Gabriel Foster's. It makes little sense but maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe this is just about enjoying these moments for what they are.

"Check your messages, Isla," he says as he hands me my phone. "The conversation you had with Garrett on the phone sounded important."

I nod as I skim my finger over the screen to open my email app. I find his message immediately and as soon as I open it, my eyes scan the text. I pop open the document, reading it each line with care.

"You look worried." His hand taps my bare knee as he sits on the edge of the bed next to me. I'd pulled a sheet around my torso when he left the room to wait for Charles, but my legs are still completely exposed.

I rest my back against the headboard balancing my phone on my thigh. "It's just some family stuff."

"Family stuff?" He leans forward, his fingers pushing the hair on my cheek back behind my ear. "Do you want to share it with me?"

I do. I want very much to do that but whatever this is between us is too nice to mess with. Dragging my family drama into this will weigh it down. It will change the dynamic. "I can handle it."

"I have no doubt that you can. Sometimes it helps to discuss it. It lessens the burden."

"Do you have family stuff too?" I ask half-jokingly.

"My family is one fucked up mess." His brows both jump up. "You must know that. It's all over the tabloids."

"All I know is your dad is marrying some crazy tall model."

"Crazy is the operative word, Isla." He rolls his eyes. "Bat shit crazy."

I laugh aloud. "Do people know you're this funny?"

"What people?" He edges closer to me. "You're not going to tell these people that I'm not only funny but scared shitless of heights, are you?"

"I knew it." I slap my hand against his bare shoulder. "I knew you were scared of heights."

His eyes float to the red mark on his skin. "You didn't just slap me, did you? Tell me that didn't happen."

I hear the slight change in his tone the moment I see the intensity in his glare. "I'm sorry?"

"You're sorry?" he parrots back. "It's supposed to be a statement, not a question."

"Is it?"

A ghost of a grin floats over his lips as he rips the sheet away from me, tosses my phone on the bed and flips me onto my stomach.

His lips brush over my ass cheek mere seconds before I feel the harsh sting of his hand as he slaps me in the same spot. I cry out and again when his hand connects with my flesh, harder this time.

I push my ass into the air, wanting more, craving not only the pain but the sound that escapes his lips when he hears my response. It's deep, low and wrapped around a litany of curse words.

"Please," I say into the sheets. "Again, please."

The only response I hear is the unmistakable sound of a condom package being ripped open and a moan as his hand brushes my pussy.

He yanks me back with both hands on my hips before he edges the wide crest of his cock along my folds.

"Your body is ready for me. You're wet, so wet."

I push my face against the sheet as I feel him slide inside.

"God, Isla." He pushes himself into me, inch by delicious inch, stretching me. "You're too tight. It's too much."

I nudge my ass back, wanting more. Sucking in a deep breath I feel him slide all the way in, the painful bite is so intense I can barely move.

Using his hands on my hips, he controls our rhythm. It's slow at first, restrained by my body's own need to adjust to his size and his command of my pleasure.

I start to move, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. He speeds the plunges, his right foot darting to the bed to give him more depth.

I cry out from the intensity of it and as he slams himself into me over and over again, I faintly hear my own voice calling his name as I come around his cock before he pulls my hair into his fist and rides me towards his own shaking orgasm.