31. RAVEN

31

RAVEN

Henry Miller once said that it's easy, in a relationship, for a woman to upset the balance of power.

This is what the beautiful girl is doing right now. She's trying to buy out her pride over agreeing to the blackmail by changing the power balance.

Maddy slowly swings her hips to the music like nobody's business, confidence oozing from her. Like she owns this place, this night, and me, sprawled in the chair in front of her.

I stare in awe.

She is the good Maddy, remember? The quiet Maddy. The "you are an angel" Maddy. I always knew there was something else lingering under her calmness.

I can see it now, sense it with every fiber of my soul, my eyes latched onto her beautiful body. That "something" is slowly breaking out of her. Because of me? I hope so.She is not hiding herself anymore. Her confidence is intense. You can't learn that. You can't fake that, either. No, she is in her element. Flawless in her sexiness. Magnetic. This is not her first rodeo. She is used to being around men. Knows how to impress them. Knows her worth, too. And fuck me if it doesn't turn me on.

Her hands start playing with the hem of her dress, tugging it up and down, up and down, giving me brief peeks of the little triangle of her panties. And then the hem goes up, up, up, slowly uncovering her abdomen, then her bra, until she pulls the tiny dress over her head, letting her hair fall down in a perfect straight curtain, and drops it to the floor.

Holy fuck.

I must not have disguised my reaction well enough because her eyes have a triumphant glint as she keeps dancing in her underwear.

"Do you like what you see, Raven?"

She's wearing sheer lacy underwear that doesn't hide much. The hard pebbles of her nipples poke at the thin fabrics of the bra, and I feel myself swell in my jeans at the sight. I am not an expert, but the Agent Provocateur my ex used to wear looks like unsophisticated burlap compared to this.

I can see her tan lines. She has a dark-golden tan from the Eastside. And the flimsy underwear that covers her most charming parts gives me a peek of those tan lines, the white parts that I want to see.

"Turn around, beautiful girl," I order, stilling in my chair, because if I move, my hard cock will hurt. "Let me see you. Bra off."

She turns around slowly, then when she faces me again, she brings her hands to her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall and exposing her white breasts. The fabric is so lightweight it practically floats as it falls from her fingers.

Fuck, she is perfect.

Her breasts catch my gaze, the white so stark against the rest of her tanned skin. Full breasts, round, perky, nipples like hard pebbles, pink and so delicious that I feel my dick throb.

This is different from the first time she undressed for me. She invited me. She wants to show herself off. She dressed up for it, too. With makeup and hair done, she looks like a completely different person. I like both Maddy and Milena. Except Milena is so much more eager to break the ice. Maybe, that's because I'm the first person on this island she can freely do so with.

Only her panties and high heels are on. I nod toward her panties. "Take those off. Slowly."

I'm so hard that it's almost painful, and I'm trying to work out what to say next, do next, considering my Maddy has prepared for this. Did she anticipate this? Has she done this for anyone else?

She scissors the panties with her two fingers on each hip and slowly tugs them down. She shifts her hips letting the fabric fall to the floor, then gracefully steps out of them.

Where the fuck did she learn that?

I openly study her naked in front of me, doing a slow turn around, only in her heels, her perky breasts, taut abdomen, the smudge of hair above her bare pussy. A little smile on her lips and that gaze—that fucking sparkling gaze—boring into me with desire.

She takes slow steps toward me, nudges my knees for me to part my legs wider, and steps between them. I bring my hands to rest on her hips. Her hands slide to my shoulders, then into my hair. The thick pleasure of her touch sends shivers down my body.

There's so much of her in front of me, so much skin. I want to lick into her belly button, and then I do, lean in and kiss her belly, then slowly kiss my way down toward her bare pussy.

Her hand fists the hair on the back of my head and gently tugs at it, making me lean back, then tugs it down more, making me lift my head and meet her eyes.

Hers are smiling. I glance at her neck, and that hummingbird pulse is right there, tapping from beneath her skin. Sweet Maddy is determined but still nervous.

She bends her leg and sets her knee on the chair between my thighs, right up against my hard-on. She leans down, her lips brush against my cheek, and for a moment, I think she's going to kiss me. My body flares up at the mere thought of it. But she moves her lips closer to my ear and whispers, "Will you let me be in charge for a while?"

My heartbeat quickens in an instant.

I keep caressing her hips, then slowly slide my hand between her legs and brush my fingers along her center, just barely touching, picking up the moisture so abundant that I might come just at the fact that she is already soaked for me.

She might not like me. She might even despise me for what I blackmailed her into. But this is a business deal. And by now, I know how to make her body purr. I'll do it enough times to make her addicted. A girl like Maddy will never fall for a guy with a record like mine. But she'll want more of my touch. This might not be enough for someone else, but I learned that love is a privilege. I'm not a privileged guy. I always took what I wanted or bargained for it.

And here she is, rolling her hips in that delicious way, asking for more as I stroke her pussy with a feather-light touch that she is trying to push in.

But she has it under control. At least, she tries. She pulls back, takes my hand in hers, and tugs. "Come."

She leads me to her bed in that sexy cat-like walk, and I stare at her bare butt, wanting to lick between those perfect globes, all that white skin in stark contrast with the rest of the tan.

She stops by the bed. "Shirt off."

Again, I agreed to this. So, I peel my shirt off and wait for what she does next.

She moves onto the bed, crawls to the middle of it, then leans back on her hands, showing herself off to me.

Her tanned, toned legs are slightly parted. She shifts, opening them wider, bending one just slightly, as if by accident but I know completely intentional. I catch a tiny peek of her pink clit. And she catches me glancing at it, her gaze acquiring that cute dare.

Milena fucking Tsariuk, here you are.

I like her in this role, seemingly dominant. I knew that if I dug deeper, I'd find the real Milena. And I wasn't digging for dirt but for her true self. Of all people, I wanted to be the one to know it.

She is mesmerizing. She is a seductress. I noticed that she gets a little nervous around me. But she is not shy, that's for sure. By the looks of it, she is not afraid to ask for what she wants either.

Right now, she wants sex. She pats the bed next to her. "Come here."

So fucking cute. All right. I take off my shoes and get on the bed, ready to start licking her like a fucking dessert, because her nakedness is distracting.

But she pushes her open palm onto my chest, making me lay down on my back, then shifts onto her knees next to me.

"Arms above your head," she orders.

Am I dreaming? Did she spike my drink?

I obey. She pulls some black laces from under the pillow and leans over to tie my hands to the wooden panels inside the board frame.

I take her wrists in my hands to stop her.

She smiles playfully, her breasts right above me. "Nervous?"

Oh, she's teasing.

"These are not handcuffs, Raven. Relax."

I do, letting her do what she does as I lift my head and lick her nipple above me, watching her reaction. A little gasp escapes her lips, chased by a quick smile.

When she is done, she drags her hand down the center of my torso and watches the goosebumps break out on my skin.

Her fingers start unbuttoning my jeans, then unzip them, brushing against my bulging cock. It aches with need as I hungrily study her naked body, her legs slightly parted, her clit that I want to lick so badly.

I lift my hips, letting her push my jeans and boxers down to the middle of my thighs. She brings her fingers to my cock standing up in the air like a soldier, ready for orders, and gives it a light stroke.

When she leans over, her shiny dark hair folds in waves over my thighs as she takes me in her mouth.

Did I think back when I blackmailed this sweet girl that I would end up in her bed? Sure, I counted on it.

Did I think that she would ever take charge? No.

Did I think that I would have my hands tied above my head and she would be naked, only in high heels, licking my cock as she gives me playful glances? Not in my wildest dreams.

But as her head dips to take me in her mouth, I pray I don't come too fast, because this is too precious of a sight for it to end too soon.

Maddy is great at it too. She doesn't deep throat, and I don't need her to gag. She leisurely drags her mouth over my cock, sucking a little every time she reaches the tip.

She lifts her head and meets my eyes. Her hands are still on me, and one hand cups my balls as she asks, "Do you like it?" in that bedroom fucking voice that drives me as crazy as the way she tugs at my balls.

I stifle a grunt.

She stops, sits back on her heels, and her fingers run up my shaft in teasing strokes as she studies me with curiosity.

She looks like a doll, perfect from her shiny flat hair to her fingers that make my cock twitch with need. It contracts as her fingers reach the base of my cock, and she gives it a slow stroke.

Fuck.

I grunt just barely audibly over the soft music playing, but her eyes shoot up at me, and she does it again.

I nudge my hips, pushing my cock into her hand, but that mischievous smile curls her pretty lips. "Impatient, Raven?"

She wraps her elegant hand around my cock but doesn't move it. Only her thumb rubs gently over the rim of my cockhead.

She wants to see me snap. She's testing me. Maddy is being a little cock-tease.

And, oh hell, the realization dawns on me.

The beautiful girl is edging me.