Overture (Rain Dance, Book 1) (Rain Dance Series) (20 page)

     
Smiling, I
scrolled through my music, wanting to find something that would be fitting.
Something that had an edge of sexiness, but wouldn't be too distracting. When I
came across the band Pulp, I was reminded of the night before. I set it up so
it would be ready to go and grabbed the little remote control on the side of
the dock.

     
With nothing
else to do but wait, I stared outside the window. It was still fairly dark out.
From here on, it would only continue to grow darker, but it would be a good
hour-or-so at least before night completely took over. I moved to the door and
turned off the bright office lights. The glass wall was enough to keep the room
lit up in a way that was both nice and moody. One flick of the switch and
suddenly the world around me was saturated in grays, blacks, and whites. It was
perfect.

     
Checking the
time, I saw that it would probably be another ten minutes before he came back.
I fidgeted, wondering if my idea was really okay. I had never done anything
like this before and I hoped that it wouldn't come across as a joke. He had
called me perfect, but that didn't mean that I could pull off being sexy.
Truthfully, I had never wanted to be considered as such before. Despite my love
for clothes and lovely looking things, I hated it when people noticed me. But
as I now realized…it was different with Ethan. I didn't mind that he saw me.
But
what if he tells me to stop?
I shook my head and decided I was going
through with this no matter what.
I need to taste him, dammit. To thank him
for what he's done to me.

     
I marched
straight past his desk and took a seat in his chair. Tapping my fingers against
the armrest, I suddenly felt small again. Really small. I looked around at the
large open space before me. Here was where Ethan Desmond sat as he ruled his
empire. I couldn't really comprehend it. It was beyond me how people even worked
regular, grown-up jobs, so of course I couldn't understand how someone could
come and do all the things that he did…whatever that was.

     
I had worked
plenty of jobs in the past, but that was different. Level entry jobs. Jobs that
only someone like me could get - and I didn't mean that in a bad way. Any job
is a job, after all.

     
But when they
held no future, not even any hope for possibilities…When I could make it
through each day without actually thinking about what I was doing…

     
Even this new
little gig I had going - I could never compare it to a real job. True enough, I
had been sticking to a schedule by coming in everyday, just as a responsible
individual would. But it wasn't permanent. It would soon be over and I would be
back to…back to what exactly?

     
I guess that
all depended on how long I was willing to stay here in the city. Where would I
go next? Would I go back to
that place
? But I knew what going there
would mean. That place was only for when I was ready to disappear completely.

     
I spun the seat
around, coming to face directly away from the desk.
After I stopped playing
house sitter for Dale, would I still live here in Seattle? Would it be safe?

     
I heard the
door open and close behind me, effectively putting an end to my private
thoughts.

     
"Did you
turn the lights off?"

     
I swallowed
nervously, only now realizing that I had no idea how to go about doing what I
wanted to do. "Are you alone?" I asked, keeping the chair facing away
from him.

     
It took him a
moment to answer. "Yes."

     
"Are you
tired?"

     
"…Not
especially. What is it?" He sounded cautious.

     
"Play a
game with me?"

     
I heard him
take a few steps forward, followed by a soft rustling noise. I think he must
have taken his coat off.

     
"What kind
of game, then?" he asked.

     
"Musical
chairs." I hit play on the remote. The room filled with the soft sound of
drums, their reverberation displayed beautifully on the speakers that were
embedded into the surrounding walls. Soon, the familiar, almost hypnotic horn
sample from the other night could be heard. I almost laughed at how fucking
perfect it was.

     
Hiding my
smile, I spun back around to face him. He was looking around and I couldn't
help but smirk at his confused expression. When his gaze came to land on me,
his expression fell back into place - only not really. Now that I had gotten
used to his face, I was able to make out the subtle differences in his
features. I could see the tightening of his jaw and the way his eyes darkened,
his pupils dilating…

     
No longer
nervous, I stood up, setting down the remote before walking slowly towards him.
When he was close enough to touch, I stopped for only a moment, never losing
eye contact. Biting my lip, I began to circle him, devouring his form with my
eyes. The second time around, I came to a stop and stood at his back.

     
"Sit," I ordered.

     
Tilting his
head back to glance at me, he gave me an amused smile and went over to his
chair, where he gracefully took a seat. "I thought this was musical chairs
we were playing."

     
"It's my
own version. How was your day?" I reached behind my back and unzipped my
dress, feeling grateful for my flexible arms.

     
"Horrendously dull. But getting better now that you're here."

     
"I should
hope so." I began pulling my arms through the sleeves. "I do believe
I owe you something, Mr. Desmond."

     
He narrowed his
eyes. "And what might that be?"

     
"A
kiss."

     
One tiny pull
at the skirt and the dress fell into a pile around my feet. I took great
pleasure at Ethan's loud intake of breath.

     
Wearing only my
matching underwear, garter, stockings and heels, I ignored the urge to cover
myself back up and made my way towards him. He continued to gaze at me
intently, drinking me up from head to toe. Just as I reached him, I raised a
knee to the outside of his thigh and leaned forward, resting against his legs
so I was half-straddling him.

     
Remembering his
actions from the other day, I leaned in and traced his bottom lip with my
tongue before taking it between my teeth and tugging as gently as possible. I
wrapped my lips around it for a small second to suck before releasing it and
taking all of his mouth. As soon as my tongue entered, it became a dance of
passion. My hands were in his hair while his were tightly gripping my waist,
squeezing my thighs, and then cupping my ass. I shifted my body forward so I
was fully sitting on top of him. Steadily, I grinded against him, feeling his
hardness between my thighs. An odd feeling came over me then. Whatever it was,
I couldn't say. It was foreign, but in no way was it bad. A high, breathy moan
tore from my throat.

     
"God, I
fucking love the sounds you make," he said as he pulled back for air.

     
I felt my face
heat up as I grinded again, moving to suck lightly on the underside of his jaw.
My hands trailed down his chest, moving lower and lower, gripping the bottom of
his waist. When he began to kiss me deeply again, I moved my hand even further
down, softly cupping him. He growled in response.

     
Literally. I
felt the vibrations from his chest, creating, by far, the sexiest sound I had
ever heard. Something about it was so raw and primal, and somehow it made me
want to submit to him so he could have his way with my body.
Whatever it
took to get him to make that sound again.

     
Two seconds
later I was on my knees, unbuttoning and unzipping him. I glanced up to meet
his gaze and smiled. Licking my lips when I had them undone, I lowered both his
pants and boxer shorts and watched as he sprung free.

     
Truthfully, I
had never considered the male genitalia to be a beautiful thing, but somehow I
found that his cock was fucking perfection. It was a fairly considerable length
with a perfectly rounded head and looked as though it would be silky-smooth to
the touch. Tentatively, I took him in my hand. His girth was such that my
fingers could barely touch one another when I wrapped my hand around him, and
for a single moment I was both uneasy yet curious as to what it would be like to
have him inside of me.

     
I stroked him
up and down for a few seconds before moving my head forward to start by running
my tongue up the underside of his shaft, tracing along the veins. When I
reached the top, I twirled my tongue around his tip twice, licking up the bit
of pre-cum before taking him into my mouth.

     
"Daphne…!" he gasped, making my heart skip a beat.

     
He hadn't been
joking when he said my mouth was little. I had to completely relax my jaw in
order for it to not be uncomfortable. But it had been a very long time since
I'd last done this, and it settled into more of a numbing pain, which was fine.
I enjoyed having my mouth on him, as he felt and tasted wickedly delicious.

     
I started out
slow, my head moving up and down his length with my hand following the suction
of my mouth in a twisting motion. Realizing I was going to need a little help,
I pulled away for a second, unsure about how he'd feel with me spitting on him
directly. Peeking up at him, I brought my hand over my mouth to spit on it,
instead. His eyes narrowed and I could see his restraint as he watched me
spread my saliva over the base of his cock where my mouth couldn't reach yet. I
would've liked to have been able to take it all in, but I knew now that it
might take a couple tries before that would happen.

     
Lowering my
head, I wrapped my lips around him again. It was much easier to move with the
added slickness. I continued moving up and down in a steady rhythm, hollowing
my cheeks to create an on-and-off-again suction. While my mouth and right hand
were busy working his member, I slid my left hand up the hardness of his thigh,
slowly moving it to cup his sac.

     
"Christ," he breathed.

     
I wasn't ready
to end it yet, so I pulled my mouth off and traced those lovely veins up and
then back down to the base, where I gently took each ball into my mouth. That
earned another growl from him, causing my body to shiver in response. Knowing
that I was giving him pleasure turned me on like nothing else. I could feel the
heat seeping from my core, longing to be touched. But this wasn't about me, so
I ignored it.

     
Eventually, I
returned my attention to the tip of his head for a quick moment before taking
as much of him as I could back into my mouth, moaning in the process. I
continued at steady pace for as long as I was able to before deciding that my
jaw had had enough. I sped up and hollowed my cheeks as tightly as I could,
feeling him grow thicker still.

     
"Ah…
Fuck
!"

     
His hands were
in my hair then, and I continued to make small noises of pleasure as he began
to thrust into me. He was all instinct now and I fucking loved it. I wanted him
to lose control. I wanted him to take his pleasure by using my body.

     
He came in
large, thick bursts and for a moment I was worried I wouldn't be able to
swallow it all. But as he began to remove himself, I was able to gulp it down slowly,
which led to getting a good taste. Though I had expected bitter saltiness,
there was a sweet undertone that made the experience all the more delightful. I
sucked him off greedily, making sure to get every last drop before cleaning the
tip with my tongue. Looking into his eyes, I kissed the head of his cock, which
was somehow still a bit hard, and licked my lips.

     
He let out a
shaky breath. When I tried to stand, he pulled me onto him and kissed me almost
ferociously. Eventually, it calmed down and slowed to a finish. When I was able
to pull away, I grinned at him again, backing away slowly.

     
Then with a
small giggle, I turned and quickly made my way back to my dress with a little
twirl. Lifting it up, I carefully slid my legs through the skirt, making sure
that my heels didn't get caught in the tulle. I put my arms through the
armholes and shimmied my waist so the dress sat evenly on my frame. Ethan
simply watched me, unmoving.

     
"You gonna
zip yourself or should I do it for you?" I asked coyly.

     
His smirk
returned and he began to put himself back together. I reached behind my back
for the zipper. I had to pull the top portion of the skirt down in order to get
the bottom part of the zipper to move easily, but it became easier once I got
it to the halfway point.