Page 8 of Reckless Love

“Yeah, no. That doesn’t sound like a party at all. Except for the rich athletes. But Leo banned me from taking pictures with his clients after I tried to get Dante to take a selfie with me in the bathroom.”

Poor Dante. “Did you need something, Jeffry?” I began pushing him toward the door.“Or did you just stop by for fun?”

“What? Oh! That’s right. I wanted to see if you would be interested in a party at our house next Saturday. Arealparty. It’s Hope’s birthday.”

“Of course we’ll be there.” I liked Hope and found it fascinating how she turned Jeffry into an almost normal person when she was around. Quite the opposite of the effect I had on him.

“Awesome blossom!I’ll send you and Leo the details. Have fun tonight!”

Fun.Yeah right.

Instead of thinking about where I was going and why, I grabbed my dress and focused on something I did enjoy. Getting dressed up and thinking about what it would do to Leo.

The dress I picked was a favorite of mine—a very expensive black Oscar de la Renta. It was strapless and had a corset-style bustierwith an asymmetrical line along my breasts. The skirt fell to my knees in a slim pencil shape. I went all out styling my hair and painted my lips the same shade of red as my shoes.

I knew what red lips did to Leo. Loved it when his eyes went wild and when his control eventually snapped. There was so much power in drawing out the process of placing my lips around his cock, working my waydown his shaft and marking him. Maybe tonight I’d take him back to the alcove by the kitchen. He wouldn’t wash off the ring of red until we got home.

Andthatreally got me hot.

In fact, I had to stop thinking about my plans or else I’d ruin my panties.

Unfortunately I got dressed too quickly and had to wait. The more I waited the more anxious I became. What would Edmund saytonight? What favor did he require? At the last party it was more about flexing his control over me than getting his precious predictions. Tonight would be different. I just wish I knew how so I could plan for it. In many ways it was the lack of knowledge that made me the most nervous. That and the fact I was going there with my own intentions. I swear I thought Edmund was capable of seeing straightthrough me. In my mind he was a human lie detector who’d take one look at me andknowI was searching for information.

My father would never be the loving figure who doted or watched over his children. We were his prizes. William the reward of his first wife. The woman he married for his first million then divorced after his son and heir was born. I was the reward of his second wife, thewoman who was supposed to be nothing more than a mistress. Instead she became pregnant with me and Edmund married her to stave off the scandal. They divorced when I was two so that Edmund could marry the beautiful young heir to an airline. During their five year marriage there was a string of mistresses. In the end Edmund got the airline and his wife got a new husband in Greece. After that, he stuckto marrying women just out of college and got rid of them before they hit twenty-eight. My father had a type and it disgusted me.

I was stuck in a spiral of unpleasant thoughts when Leo finally arrived. “Hey, Love. Sorry I’m late. There was an accident and traffic on Malfunction Junction was a mess.” He quietly closed the door and stood there drinking me in.

Malfunction Junctionwas the affectionate (and yes, I mean that sarcastically) way locals referred to the mess that was the tangle of interstates near downtown. It had gotten much better but was still a constant headache.

“It’s fine.” I tried to wave it off but Leo, with his super powers of observation, caught on.

“You’re not fine. Come here. You look fucking gorgeous in that dress.” His eyes driftedto my lips andthere it was.The fire.

I bit my lip and smiled. Thinking about what I’d do to Leo’s cock was a lot more fun than where mind had just been. “Thank you.”

He groaned. “Oh you’re going to kill me, Esme. Stop biting your red lips. All I can think about is sex now.”

I went into his arms and accepted the warm security of his body. “I told you we should get some exercisebefore the party. It’ll get rid of all our tension.”

“I’m not fucking you here. I really will ruin this dress and your beautiful hair. I want my fist in that braid.” He turned me slightly so he could examine it more closely.

That was why I created the sweeping rope. Leo had become more and more fond of my hair during sex and I got an adrenaline rush from finding new ways to enticehim. Because again, sex was my escape and lately I’d been needingto escape.“Please?”

His hand drifted over the bodice of my dress, danced over the tops of my breasts, teasing me with soft touches and obvious adoration. Then he closed his hand gently around the column of my neck. “I have an idea that I think will satisfy us both.”

My anxiety-riddled body zinged to life as he heldme. I knew Leo would never hurt me. He had full control over his body and emotions. When he closed his hand around my throat it was for my pleasure alone. I could see that he didn’t get off on it the way I did. It was only my response that finally dilated his pupils and turned his breaths deeper.

His gaze drifted to my lips one more time. “Bend over, love.” He reached into his pocket andwithdrew a plug, holding it up for me to examine.

My inner muscles clenched and without thinking I licked my lips again. “Oh yes.”

Leo slid my skirt up over my hips and began petting me, playing his part and allowing me to descend into mine. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? You’re wet and swollen.” His fingers pushed my panties aside and brushed along my lips. “So warm.”

Maybe choosing to be Esme instead of Rosalind was a great idea because what Leo was doing right now was allowing me to fully embrace the freedom of the woman I became on my own. She wasn’t perfect but she was powerful and knew how to use sex as a sword and shield. I never enjoyed slipping back into my old clothes and hated reverting into my old role. But tonight, with Leo and his dirty plansat my side, I was going to attempt something new. Tonight I’d attend asme.

Leo kept up a stream of wonderful praise as he sank his fingers inside me. He massaged my hips and ass, gently lubricated me, and then ever so slowly, plugged me.

“We’ll go to this party and we’ll be on our very best behavior,” he murmured. “No one will know that you’re wet for me. They won’t know how I’vefucked you by the kitchen or that all night long you’ll be walking around like this.” He gave it a gentle tug. “No one but me will know how badly you want to be fucked at the end of the night.”

“Yes,” I whispered over and over. Each statement reaffirming how well he understood me and would always give me just what I needed.

“Knowing all this will let you clear your mind, Esme. You’llfocus on what matters.” He smoothed everything back into place and spun me to him. “You. Me. Andthe truth.” He kissed me deeply, showing me just how affected he was by all this too.

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