All Chapters of The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He continued his torturous exploration, kissing his way down my stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into my navel. My fingers tangled in his salt-and-pepper hair, holding on as if I might float away without his anchoring presence.When he reached the lace of my panties, he looked up at me, his blue eyes dark with desire. The sight of him between my thighs, his distinguished features transformed by hunger, drew another desperate sound from my throat."Please," I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slowly, deliberately pulled them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. The cool obsidian air raised goosebumps across my newly exposed skin."Perfect," he murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh.I writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by sensation and need. His strong hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as his mouth moved higher.The first touch of his tongue against my center tore a cry from

The new suite was stunning. Where the Obsidian Suite had been dark and mysterious, this room was awash in midnight blues and silver accents. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the glittering cityscape, lights twinkling like earthbound stars.Christopher wasted no time, the door barely closing before his hands were on me again, tugging the zipper of my dress downward. The fabric pooled at my feet as his lips traced the curve of my shoulder."Beautiful," he murmured, turning me to face the windows. "Look at how the city lights play across your skin."I gasped as he pressed against me from behind, his chest warm against my back. In the window's reflection, I could see us both—my naked form contrasted against his partially clothed one, his hands possessively spanning my waist."Everyone could see us," I whispered, a thrill of exhibitionism shooting through me despite knowing the windows were likely one-way glass."Let them look," he growled, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. "Let them

I curled into him, boneless and spent, my mind blissfully empty of everything but sensation. His heartbeat thundered beneath my ear, a reminder that he was still aroused, still waiting for his own release."What about you?" I asked, my voice hoarse from crying out.Christopher pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Oh, we're far from finished, little one. But right now, I'm enjoying the sight of you coming apart for me."I couldn't help but blush under his intense gaze. His words made my body tremble with anticipation, despite my recent release. The way he looked at me—like I was both precious and something to devour—sent shivers down my spine."What else do you want, baby girl?" Christopher asked, his voice a dark velvet caress. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip, each touch igniting sparks beneath my skin.I whimpered, my body responding to him instinctively. In that moment, I wanted to give him everything—wanted to surrender completely to whatever desires lurked behind thos

"Daddy, please," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. The plush mattress cradled my trembling body as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. Christopher's dark eyes locked onto mine, alight with hunger and something deeper I couldn't quite name."What do you need, little one?" he murmured, his warm breath ghosting across my inner thigh. The air felt thick, charged with electricity. "To come," I whimpered, desperation clawing at my insides. "I need to come."A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, the vibrations traveling through me. "So needy," he purred. "I love hearing you beg."His tongue flicked out, teasing, and I arched off the bed with a strangled cry. My fingers instinctively tangled in his salt-and-pepper hair, gripping tightly. Immediately, Christopher pulled back, breaking contact."Hands above your head," he commanded, voice low and dangerous. "Unless you want to be spanked."I froze, pulse racing.I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me as the words left

I couldn't stop the desperate whimpers escaping my throat. "Don't stop, never stop," I pleaded breathlessly. "You feel so good, Daddy." Christopher's powerful body moved above me, driving me to new heights of pleasure with each thrust. The silk sheets clung to my sweat-slicked skin as I arched up to meet him. His face was buried in my neck, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive flesh. I felt the scrape of stubble, the press of his lips. My fingers tangled in his salt-and-pepper hair, holding him close.His breathing grew heavier, more ragged. The steady rhythm of his hips became more urgent, almost frantic. I knew he was close."Give me one more, baby girl," he growled against my skin. I whimpered at the command in his voice, feeling my own release building once again. The coil of tension wound tighter and tighter in my core.Christopher shifted slightly, changing the angle. Stars burst behind my eyes as he hit that perfect spot. "Oh god," I gasped.His thumb found my oversen