Todos los capítulos de The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

SAMANTHA BATESI took a deep breath, smoothing my blazer as I stepped onto the dais.The Grand Ballroom unfolded before me, an expansive, shimmering sea of anticipation that seemed to breathe with its own life. The warm glow of countless candles flickered and swayed, casting a golden light across the eager faces of the gathering crowd. Their expressions were alive with anticipation, eyes gleaming in the soft illumination. Long shadows stretched and shifted across the polished marble floor, undulating like waves, pulsing with the silent, unspoken desires that hung thick in the air. The opulence of the room was complemented by the rich tapestry of whispered excitement that wove through the space, creating an atmosphere both grand and intimate."Welcome, everyone, to tonight's Singles Night event," I began, my voice ringing clear through the perfect acoustics. "I'm Samantha Bates, owner of our little society."My eyes swept over the crowd, noting the mix of familiar faces and wide-eyed n

My mind was hazy with desire, all thoughts of work and responsibilities evaporating like mist. For once, I was content to relinquish control, to let someone else take charge. As Alexander lavished attention on my breast, I wondered hazily how I'd ever lived without this feeling.I felt Alexander shift above me, his warmth receding slightly. My eyes fluttered open to see him shrugging out of his suit jacket, the fine fabric whispering as it slid from his broad shoulders. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across his chiselled features, heightening the intensity in his dark eyes."You're overdressed, sir," I murmured, my voice husky with desire.He smirked, fingers moving to loosen his tie. "All in good time, Ms. Bates. First, I think we need to address your impatience."The silk of his tie slipped free with a soft hiss that sent a thrill of anticipation through me. I watched, transfixed, as he wound one end around my wrists, binding them together with practiced ease. The

LUCY ANDREWSChampagne bubbles tickled my nose as my heels clicked across the obsidian floor, LED lights shifting from deep purple to midnight blue. Heart racing, I paused at the smart-glass windows overlooking the glittering city from The Grand Hotel’s copper-domed turret.“Get it together, Lucy,” I muttered, smoothing my blazer over a mini skirt and statement necklace. At 21, I was probably one of the youngest members of the Velvet Key Society—but did I belong here?My fingers tapped my crystal flute. Soon someone tailored to my preferences would arrive. We’d have an hour to see if the algorithm was right, then choose a suite or walk away.I drained the champagne and set down the empty glass. My red bob gleamed in the obsidian walls; my eyes shone with equal parts excitement and terror. “You’re Lucy Andrews. Marketing prodigy. Social-media savant,” I coached myself, forcing a smile.The platform in the centre spun, revealing a velvet chaise lounge. My cheeks flushed. “Okay, maybe no

He shrugged off his partially unbuttoned shirt, revealing a lean torso I'd only ever imagined during particularly inappropriate daydreams in Marketing Theory 301. My eyes traced the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband."You're staring," he observed, voice tinged with amusement."You're worth staring at." I propped myself up on my elbows, drinking him in. "I didn't expect—""The elbow patches to be hiding this?" He raised an eyebrow, and I laughed, the sound dissolving into a gasp as he knelt between my legs, pushing my skirt higher."I was going to say I didn't expect to find my marketing professor in a place like this," I managed as his fingers traced patterns on my inner thighs. "But yes, the elbow patches were deceptive."His eyes darkened. "And what about you, Lucy? What deceptions are you hiding?" His fingers hooked into my underwear, sliding the lace down with agonizing slowness.I lifted my hips to help him, suddenly shy under his intense gaze. "I'm an open bo

He entered me in one smooth thrust, drawing a cry from my lips that echoed off the windows. The angle was deeper than before, hitting places inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My cheek and breasts pressed against the cool glass, the contrast with his heat behind me almost unbearable."God, you feel incredible," he groaned, setting a rhythm that had me clawing at the smooth surface for purchase.His hand slid down my side to my thigh, hooking my right leg up and back, opening me further to him. The new position made me cry out, my body stretched and filled completely."Liam!" I gasped as he drove deeper, each thrust pushing me against the window. "Oh god, right there—"Below us, the city continued its night time rhythm, oblivious to our passion play high above. Rain began to fall again, drops sliding down the other side of the glass like tears of pleasure. The suite responded to our intensity, the blue light pulsing in time with our movements, the temperature control