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„Oh, wow!”
Seemingly forgetting the cold, she jumps up from behind me and hurries to the stone balustrade at the edge of the roof. We’re only on the tenth floor, but since there aren’t many high-rise buildings in this area, the view across Boston is still spectacular. We’re not far from The Velvet Rooms, that reside on the outskirts of the main city, and far away from Harvard campus—my workplace.
„Wow, I love the view!” she shouts.
„Me too,” I say, standing right behind her.
She turns around, and realizes that I wasn’t talking about the city, when I slowly approach her. She’s standing with her back against the balustrade, her eyes locked onto mine when I gently lift her chin with the tip of my finger.
„Aren’t you cold?” I want to know. „Down there, I mean?”
I don’t need light to see her blushing, I can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks, as I lean in for another kiss.
Chapter 7
Claire
I forget about the cold the moment his marvelous lips meet mine. I’ve never been kissed like this before, so demanding yet gentle. He has a way of claiming me that makes it impossible to resist.
I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck, while our tongues engage in a passionate dance, but he holds me back and pushes my arms back down, without ever breaking our kiss. I’m almost disappointed about not being allowed to touch him, but that sensation is quickly replaced with elation when I feel his hand fumble with the lower buttons of my coat. He opens two of them, just enough for him to push the thick fabric to the side and move underneath.
„You should have worn a skirt,” he breathes through our kiss. „Next time wear a skirt. Always wear a skirt with me. Do you understand?”
„Yes,” I sigh. „Yes, Sir.”
My words are closer to moans because it’s impossible to focus when he’s touching me like this. He pulls up my blouse and cups my left breast as if he’s done it a thousand times before, as if I’ve been his for years. It all feels so natural, so right—and so unbelievably good.
I can’t suppress another moan when he envelops my breast with his palm, kneading my soft flesh, before he brings my nipple between two fingers.
„Are you just cold or do you like what I’m doing?” He asks, his green eyes now fixating mine.
I’m too distracted to respond, my mind twirling and my heart racing, as I relish the feeling of his strong embrace. He broke our kiss, but his face is still close to mine, so close that I can see both our breaths whirl through the brisk evening air.
„Answer me,” he urges, and when he adds a little pinch around my nipple, I almost shriek out in surprise.
„Y-yes,” I utter.
He chuckles. „Yes? That doesn’t answer my question.”
„I like what you’re doing,” I elaborate.
He smiles, but it’s a sinister smile, carrying an ominous promise.
„Good girl.”
The praise rolls down my spine, electrifying and warm, just like his touch.
I suck in a sharp breath of air when he closes his fingers around my nipple again, pinching them harder this time, and longer—much longer. I gasp out, almost standing up on my toes, while his grip on my hard nub intensifies, growing stronger by the second, until it’s no longer just the promise of pain, but actual agony.
Sweet, delicious agony.
I mewl, but lean in closer and find myself bending over backwards, while the anguish of his torment travels all the way down to my core where it culminates in luscious desire. A shriek leaves my lips when he grants me one last but very strong squeeze, and the pain darts through my entire body with voracious fury.
But then he lets go, and I’m left with the sweet kiss of afterpain. I’ve read about this, in one of my books. Books that I keep hidden inside the anonymity of my e-reader. Books that I read in secret, because my roommates wouldn’t understand. If anything, they would ridicule me for it.
The girls in these books always talked about the sweet aftertaste of the affliction that was done to them. The ecstasy that comes with this rush of adrenaline leaving one dizzy with lust. My heart always sped up at these passages, and I would lick my lips, eager to experience what these authors were writing about.
And now I am experiencing it. I close my eyes while my body continues to hum with happiness, floating through a high that I’ve been yearning to feel for so long.
