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“Sorry,” I say, wincing.
My voice comes out breathy and low. I press read to shut off the noise. The text is from Denton.
“Don’t you dare leave the conference until you’ve come.”
I look around me. He’s here, watching me. I don’t see him in the sea of heads in front of me, and I was the last straggler to come in, so he’s not behind me.
Of course he’s not here, you idiot, I tell myself. He knows you. He knows how far he can push you. So he knows good and well you’re on the brink now. And he knows you’ll think about leaving.
Well, I’ll stay. I’ll follow his command, and I’ll come right here. The thought turns me on even more and as the vibrations course through me, my orgasm hits. I bring my hand to my mouth and bite down on the side of it to keep myself from crying out. My head lolls back. I can’t help it. It’s hard enough to keep quiet without having to not move too. I hold myself as still as I can as agonizing, torturous ecstasy floods through me. I feel my body shudder involuntarily as the orgasm sweeps me away with it.
And then just like that, it’s over. The vibrations stop as I come back down to earth from my climax. I suck in air through my nostrils, trying to get my breathing under control and still not make a sound. I swallow hard.
I sit and stare at the screen in front of me, not seeing or hearing any of it as I grin to myself. Holy shit, I’ve just had an orgasm in a room full of people. And not one of them know about it.
Watching Robin come in public was fucking awesome, to say the least. Her shoulders were squared, her body rigid except for her head, which fell back, her long hair tumbling down her back in waves. I knew then she was about to come hard.
Her hand was over her mouth; I’m pretty sure she was biting down on it to keep her moans at bay. As she reached her climax, a visible shudder went through her whole body. A pulse of want for her went through me as I imagined how wet she would be, how ready. My cock was bulging in my pants, determined to escape.
As Robin hit her climax, I turned the vibrations off. I waited a moment to watch her coast back down, her shoulders slumping, and then I slipped out of the room. It wouldn’t do to get caught now.
I hurry away from the conference rooms and duck into a bathroom. I go to the sinks and look in the mirror, checking my erection isn’t visible. I pull at my jacket and conceal it. I wash my hands and leave the bathroom and head for reception.
The young blonde girl behind the desk smiles at me as I approach.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Blake. Is everything alright?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say. “But I need a favor. A subtle one.”
She nods and leans in closer so I can whisper to her. I love that these kinds of hotels will go the extra mile for their guests. They know how to keep their money-bag customers happy.
“That conference,” I say, pointing in the direction of the conference rooms, “when it’s due to end, I want you to put out an announcement. There’s a woman there that I’d like you to send up to my suite, but she can’t know who I am. I need you to tell her my name is Colin Forest.”
She straightens back up and nods, but for the tiniest second, her professional smile slips. I realize then that it makes me sound like I’m trying to lure a stranger into my room under a false name.
“Her name is Robin Blake,” I tell her.
She nods curtly and writes it down. She obviously hasn’t made the connection. I know she’ll still carry out my request, and my business is really none of hers, but I don’t want her to think she’s sending someone up to some sort of predator. I grin at her.
“Robin is my wife. She has no idea I’m here. I wanted to surprise her for Valentine’s Day as she got roped into this conference at the last minute.”
The receptionist finally makes the connection and her smile changes from cool and professional to genuine.
“Oh, that’s so romantic, Mr. Blake. Your wife will be so happy.”
“I sure hope so.” I smile. “Thank you.”
I hurry toward the elevators and go back up to my suite. I call down to room service and order strawberries and champagne. They arrive quickly, the champagne open and on ice. There is a huge pile of strawberries.
I go through to the bedroom and take my suit off. I really want to jerk off, the thought of Robin’s public show still fresh in my mind, but I decide to wait. I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and go to the lounge. I take the room service cart over to the dining area, and then I go back and sit on the couch. It’s going to be a long and agonizing wait for Robin, even though I know there’s only another half hour or so until the end of the conference.
