Page 51 of Serena
“Yes, but you wouldn’t say no to me.” I look at him and bat my eyes.
“Baby, do you want me to fuck you out in the open for everyone to see?”
Do I? I mean, it has been a fantasy of mine, but I never had the courage to do it. “Yes,” I whisper. He groans into my ear, and I feel my pussy clench.
“Take off your jeans but put the heels back on.” I try not to lose my balance as I remove my bottoms and show him my surprise. He mumbles something. “Fuck, Serena, you aren’t wearing underwear.”
“Nope.” I wink.
“Were you expecting to get fucked tonight?”
“Yes, with your dick or your tongue." I’m feeling bold.
“Turn around and look at the stars.”
I’m standing in nothing but heels and a top. I feel the coolness of a small blade on my shoulder, and without warning,the fabric falls, exposing my breast. He moves the blade to my back. I flinch when the blade makes contact with my scar, then I feel the blade tug at the back of my top, ripping it down the middle. My shredded top falls to the floor. Ian stands behind me and says, “You did such a good job, letting the blade caress your skin.” He leans down, planting a kiss on my shoulder. “You’re my good girl. Look at you standing naked on the rooftop, bare for everyone to see you.” He moves his hand to my pussy. “So wet. Tell me, baby, have you ever been fucked in public for the world to see?”
“No,” I whimper.
“Do you want to scream my name for everyone to hear?”
“Yes, please.” I’ll beg until he gives me what I want. “I need you, Mr. Kayde.” As soon as the words come out, I feel the sting of a slap on my ass. My only response is a moan, so he does it again and again. Fuck, I’m drenched, but he doesn’t give me what I want. One hand starts to rub circles on my clit while the other moves to my breasts, pinching my nipples.
“Please, Ian, I need you inside me,” I beg.
“I love hearing you beg.” He spreads my legs wide and bends me over the rooftop. My breasts are on display for everyone to see below. If he weren’t holding me, I think I would fall over. “I got you, baby” is the only thing I hear before he impales me with his cock. He’s so deep, and his thrusts are so rough; it’s just what I needed.
“Look at all those glass windows, Serena. All those people can see you getting fucked on the rooftop. All my neighbors are going to hear you scream my name. Give them a show, baby.” And I do. I’m so consumed by lust that I don't care how loud my moans are. I scream his name, begging for more. He pulls me up to his chest.
“When did you take off your shirt?” He bites my shoulder while one of his hands applies pressure to my throat. Fuck, Ilove when he does that. His other hand slaps my pussy, and he tightens the one around my throat.
“Look up at the moon and stars. Millions look to the heavens to worship their deity. I only worship you, my queen, Mi Reina.”
I can’t take it. His words, his hand around my throat applying more pressure, while his other hand goes back and forth between pinching and slapping my pussy. It’s heaven. There is a rhythm to his movements, and I can’t hold back any longer. “Ian, I need to come.”
“Come, Mi Reina.”
I scream his name as my pussy clenches around his cock, and he follows. I feel him empty himself inside me. When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the elevator, naked except for my heels.
“Wait, people are going to see me.”
“No, this is my private elevator. With the exception of me fucking you on the rooftop, no one else gets to see you naked.”
Ian carries me to his penthouse, which takes up an entire floor. Seriously, who needs all this space, and who is his interior designer? There’s no warmth here. It’s very cold, and I don’t mean the temperature. There is the standard furniture: a couch, a side table, and even a mounted television, but it’s all so dark. There are a couple of pictures on the hanging shelf by the modern fireplace, but other than that, I wouldn’t think anyonelivedhere.
“This is your place?” I ask, trying not to sound judgmental.
“Yes, but I don’t spend much time here. Usually, I’m in my office.”
“You need some color.” He’s still carrying me.
“Maybe you can help with that?” he says nonchalantly while gripping me tighter.
“Do you have any clothes I can borrow? And please don’t tell me you have clothes that were left behind by women on yourlist.” Just the thought of it makes me want to puke, but I don’t tell him that. He may think that I care.Serena, you do care.
He turns left into a long hall and enters his bedroom, which isn’t very different from the living room. This man sure loves dark colors. The colors in this room are dark blues and grays. This is worse than a hotel room; the only pictures on the wall are art, and knowing Ian, they’re expensive pieces. We enter the walk-in closet, which is every girl's dream; it’s bigger than my bedroom. Suits are neatly hung up and organized by color scheme, as are his button-ups. There is a casual section with his jeans and T-shirts, which have become my favorite things for him to wear, but what catches my eye is the glass display shelves in the center of the room. He gently places me on my feet; I don’t miss the heat of his stare on my naked body as I make my way to the shelves.
There are rows of knives on display. They range in size, but they are all pocketknives. Brown leather, metallics, carved handles, so many options. I look up and find he’s already watching me. “Did your grandfather give you all these?”
