Ellis opened the driver's door and I heard the locks click. He pulled open the back door and leaned in, offering me a hand. I bit my lower lip, heat coursing through me as the back of his hand brushed my exposed breast."Are you here to f*ck me for Bethany?" I asked, smirking.My heart raced a mile a minute. I only partially registered that I was naked down to my waist and I had no idea where my sister had gone.He frowned."No," he assured, "Come on, we're leaving." he said as he took my hand and helped me from the car.I stumbled from the car and clung to him. His citrus cologne overwhelmed me and made me run my fingers along his black button-down. Ellis' hands slid up my arms, sending shivers down into my aching thighs. It took me a moment to realize that he had put my dress back on.I ran my hand up to his neck where I let them linger up to his trimmed beard. I traced along his jawline, getting lost in how it felt against my skin. My body was on fire, pulsing with a delicious need

When I woke up a couple hours later, Ellis was still asleep.My thighs ached and my hips were sore. I looked down and saw some dried blood between my legs. Wild memories flooded back to me, and every piece of them reminded me that I was no longer a virgin.Taking a deep breath, I looked at Ellis. His expression was soft and he looked less dangerous in his sleep. However, I knew how dominating this man could be. In bed, and in life.My heart swelled in my chest, threatening to break free. I'd given such a special part of myself to him. I couldn't believe it… but I wasn't sorry.I looked around the room. My dress was still on the floor and so was my robe and the binding from my wrists. The room was a mess! A tempting and… unnerving reminder of what we'd shared.My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. It was almost eight!As tantalizing as last night and this morning were, and even though I hadn't had ample time to digest my first sex experience, I needed to get home and talk to m

My chat with Jenny had been sobering. Whatever I felt for Ellis might not matter because no one else would ever accept us. Besides, I could still only guess as to what he wanted from me. Forgetting him and moving on would be hard, though, because there was a big part of me that didn't want to let go. When I picked up a newspaper on the way to class one morning, I saw an article about a German pianist coming to perform a concert at the opera auditorium near the university. My heart soared. If I needed a good distraction, seeing a classic piano concert would do it!The night of the concert I put on a floor length, champagne colored, satin dress with a swooping back. I put on elbow-high white, silk gloves and had my driver bring me to the elegant auditorium. I'd reserved a seat close enough that I wouldn't need binoculars but that still gave me a panoramic view of the stage. There was someone sitting in the seat next to mine. The back of their head looked familiar, as did the navy suit

He grabbed my wrist, and led me to a changing room in the back of the private lounge. He pushed me through the doorway and kicked the door shut before swiftly turning us and pinning me against it.A gasp left my lips and I watched as he slowly grabbed one end of my shawl from around my shoulders, letting it slowly pull from my arms."If you want to stop, remember to tell me red and if you want to slow down, tell me yellow." He brought my hands behind my back and spun me around so that my cheek was pressed against the door, bringing his lips to my ear, "For more, moan my name."He tied my shawl around my wrists keeping my arms tied behind my back. It was secure and I wouldn't be able to wriggle free. I curled my toes in my shoes, anticipating what was to come next. Ellis brought his lips close to my ear, "Close your eyes for me like the good girl you are."I closed my eyes obediently. A thin strip of silk dropped over my eyes, making me flinch. I guessed it was his tie. Ellis tied it t

**Olivia POVI saw Jesse approaching us with a friendly smile. I tightened my hand around my clutch purse and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Good evening, Miss Richardson," he greeted, smirking and bowing his head. It made it seem like we knew each other a lot better than we did. "And who is this?" He eyed Paul curiously."This is Paul, we go to school together," I introduced quickly, hoping that would make this less suspicious. "Paul, this is Jesse, he owns this restaurant," I explained.He gave me a look, like he was wondering why I hadn't mentioned knowing the owner in the parking lot. I sighed and shook my head, hoping that would deter him from asking questions. "Nice to meet you." Paul shook Jesse's hand. "I've heard great things about this place.""Thank you, but unfortunately I have to tell you that our tables are full for the evening." Jesse peered from Paul to me with an apologetic expression."Your hostess didn't mention that when she put our names on the waitlist," I added, narr