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“Blair, Ma Petite Fille, we need to talk. Now. Come with me.”
Her shudder reverberates up my arm. I nuzzle her hair and inhale the delicate yet intense floral scent of her elegant perfume. Jasmine, orange flower, and musk blend harmoniously. The contrast of sensuous yet innocent. My cock hardens.
I guide her to the elevator for access to the private suites on Level 3. My guest passes include one reserved for the week. On the ride up, neither of us speak. I watch her through the reflection on the metal doors.
She stares down at the floor with her lower lip caught between her teeth. I ache to bite the plump flesh then lick the erotic pain away. As though sensing my carnal thought, her eyes lift to mine in the reflective surface of the doors. A rosy hue tinges her cheeks. Quickly, she glances away.
I stifle a groan at her submissive reaction.
The doors ping open onto a foyer sparsely decorated and dimly lit. The hypnotic thrumming of sensuous music piped in through hidden speakers add to the intensity and expectation of the sexual activities that happen behind the twelve closed doors. On this level, carpet masks the sounds of footsteps.
Pressure applied to her lower back guides her off the elevator and down the hall. We stop before a door near the end. The same keycard disengages the lock. I push the door open and gesture for Blair to enter ahead of me. She steps inside and stops transfixed.
Although I read the description when I made the reservation, I study the suite through her eyes: set in the middle of the room is a massive, custom rose wood, king-size bed with four posters and a rose gold lattice canopy rings hang; ruby red silk sheets, duvet, and various sized pillows with a white cashmere blanket draped over the foot; from the rose wood tray ceiling, along with the Swarovski crystal chandelier and recessed lights, hang hooks; the walls and ceiling panels covered in red silk damask; the floor carpeted in deep ruby silk on silk; drawers of an antique armoire filled with anal plugs, clamps, cords, cuffs, vibrators, and more; a spanking bench and a Sybian saddle stand on the wall opposite the armoire; below windows treated to not allow visibility from the outside sits a tantric chaise with rose gold rings; one door next to the armoire leads to the all white, Carrara marble bathroom that has a walk-in shower for four, an oversized soaking tub, double vanities, and a separate water closet for the bidet and toilet; behind the other door lies a dressing room filled with suits, casual wear, and footwear.
It pleases me to see Blair awed by the suite’s majesty—especially the toys. I smirk when her lust-filled gaze lingers on the Sybian saddle. She’s an avid equestrian. But this brings a whole new level to riding. Her breath quickens at the sight of the dildo standing tall in the middle of it. If I had the remote in hand, I would start it just to hear her gasp.
We’ll add a ride on it to the list of erotic activities. Not tonight, though.
“Ma Petite Fille, come. Let us talk.”
* * *
Blair
Talk?
My heart pounds in my chest as Luc leads me to the chaise. I make a concerted effort not to trip on wobbly knees as I take in the various implements around the suite. But he wants to talk. I want more.
I lower to the chaise and cross my legs. The v-cut opens wider to pool the lace along the sides to reveal the tops of my thighs. I notice Luc’s eyes snap to my legs. To taunt him with what he’s missing since he prefers to talk, I flex my foot to bob the marabou mule. He watches entranced. To further fuel his blatant desire, I smooth the lace with both hands. Then fold them in my lap demurely as I lift my eyes to gaze from beneath the thick fringe of my eyelashes at his handsome face.
He swallows audibly and loosens the Full Windsor Knot of his silk tie. He clears his throat and brings his eyes to mine. The dilated pupils further prove his interest lies on the opposite side of an uncle.
Excellent.
“Blair, to answer your question, coming to LEVELS New York was not my initial plan. They approved my application less than two hours ago.”
He pauses and scans my face.
Well, that’s interesting. Why did he apply for membership in the first place? Did he plan to fuck some sub? Because without a doubt, Luc Montaigne is a Dominant. My stomach knots at the thought of him with another woman. I glance away.
He grasps my chin between his thumb and index finger to turn my face back to his. Midnight blue eyes pierce the depths of my soul.
“Ma Petite Fille, I requested two seven-day passes. One for me and—”
“Luc! I don’t care to know about your sexual activities! This is a mistake,” I cry as I rise prepared to run from the suite and back to the St. Regis. But he stands with me. “Luc, please…”
His hand grips the back of my neck and angles my head before his mouth crashes to mine. I gasp. He takes advantage of my parted lips. His tongue invades my mouth. It sweeps around as though tasting me, then tangles with my tongue.
My knees wobble from his scorching, possessive kiss. A mewl slips past my lips as I cling to his arms.
“For you, Ma Petite Fille. One for me and one for you,” he breathes against my lips as his fingers tangle in my hair cupping my head between both hands. “Mon Dieu, Blair. I’ve wanted you for so long. Tell me you feel the same.”
“Oh, yes! Yes, Luc!”
“Dieu merci,” he murmurs as his forehead presses against mine. His warm breath fans across my flushed cheeks.
He sits on the chaise drawing me down onto his lap. His massive erection presses against my hip.
