feel more gathered than slipping on a killer pair of heels and playing with sexual power dynamics.
Plus, I want to celebrate tonight’s victory.
I take off my blazer and unzip my skirt. Next comes bra and undies. Then I step out of my stupid kitten heels, and step into the stilettos.
They’re the most expensive thing I’ve ever bought for myself other than my car. Meghan Markle wore something similar to some fabulous event, and when I saw them on her I immediately started hunting online. An entire paycheck later, my Aquazzura pumps arrived. I’ve been obsessed with them ever since.
The shoes are black satin, with a delicate needle heel four inches high. There’s a cutout at the instep that allows you to see my foot right where it curves seductively in the middle. But what makes the pumps really special are the tiny crystals that dot the back of the shoe and the heel itself, capped with this sexy little knot of fabric that glimmers every time I move.
They’re just the right combination of understated and sexy, and I feel like a million bucks whenever I put them on.
I grab my laptop and hop into bed. I cue up some porn to get in the mood. Then I reach between my legs.
When my fingers graze my clit, I nearly jump off the mattress. I’m sensitive.
And wet.
Holy shit, did Samuel do this?
I circle the pads of my fingers over my clit again. My head falls back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. All I see behind my closed lids are the veins on the back of Samuel’s hands. The broad tips of his fingers.
Samuel definitely did this. During the tasting, I was aware of my physical attraction to him. But that attraction was peppered with so much distaste and discomfort I hadn’t realized how out of hand it’d gotten until now.
A part of me wants to be disgusted with myself. Another part wants to be afraid. This is my future on the line here. I can’t risk it by indulging this nonsensical, downright dangerous interest in Samuel Beauregard.
I nearly jump again when the alarm on my phone goes off.
10 PM.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I hit my phone screen to quiet the alarm and enter the chat room. I smile when I see MyBoyBlue is already here, and he’s already sent me a dick pic.
Bless his heart.
Chat #2
MyBoyBlue4: [Sends picture of his engorged cock. It’s standing straight up.]
LadyV76: [Sends picture of herself with her knees drawn up to her chest, feet on the mattress. Her pussy is spread and her heels are fully visible.]
MyBoyBlue4: Aw FUCK those heels. I like.
LadyV76: No love for the pussy?
MyBoyBlue4: You already know how pretty I think your pussy is. This is exactly what I needed.
LadyV76: Tough day at the office?
MyBoyBlue4: You could say that. I know you said you don’t share personal details, but I feel like a dick not asking how your day was.
LadyV76: I don’t share personal stuff. But because I had a rough one too, I’ll say that I’ve very much been looking forward to tonight.
MyBoyBlue4: You got no idea. I need to blow off some major steam.
LadyV76: SAME. Okay so speaking of steam, smoke, whatever…I’m the mother of dragons. You’re Jon Snow.
MyBoyBlue4: I was just thinking about Khaleesi!
LadyV76: Great minds. My Khaleesi wears stilettos. Got lube?
MyBoyBlue4: Yes. Thankfully lube is plentiful in Westeros.
LadyV76: Valar morghulis. I’m going to lube you up. And then you’re going to fuck my tits, bastard.
MyBoyBlue4: Jesus.
LadyV76: What?
MyBoyBlue4: I like it when you call me a bastard.
LadyV76: I knew you would. So I push you down on the edge of our bed on the ship.
MyBoyBlue4: We’re on a ship? Fuck yes, that’s badass.
LadyV76: Ship sex is the best sex. So I push you down on the edge of the bed. I spread your legs and get down on my knees between them.
MyBoyBlue4: I’m there
LadyV76: I grab your dick and give it a good tug. At the same time, I reach for your balls and play with those.
MyBoyBlue4: YESSSSSSSSSS
LadyV76: I look you in the eye as I lean down and put your cock in my mouth. You’re impatient, you’ve been waiting all day for this, so you buck your hips and shove yourself all the way into the back of my throat. But you’re forgetting who’s queen.
MyBoyBlue4: And who’s the bastard. Uh-oh.
LadyV76: I shoot to my feet and grab your hair. I pull it, hard. I’m going to remind you that while I may have been on my