Blind Girl: A Dark Billionaire Romance (3 page)

“Yes — you have, but…” My tongue ties and I run out of things to say. I let my voice dangle in the air before tumbling to the floor.

“I want to make you a promise,” he says, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Will you let me?”

I breathe a laugh, shaking my head. “Sure,” I say.
How unique
, I think.
To ask my permission to make a promise.

He reaches out to me with one hand and holds it still while he waits patiently for me to take it. His fingers are warm, strong, and steady as rocks.

“Alice,” he growls irresistibly. “I promise you that tonight you will not be harmed. Your friend, Gabby, will not be harmed. Each and every thing that happens here in this room will happen because you want it to and for no other reason. You are in complete control. That is my promise to you.”

I take a deep breath and feel it bounce its way through my lungs. “Okay,” I say.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The word flows through my lips without hesitation.

“Good.” He drops my hand. It falls quickly to my side. “Get back on the bed.”

A tremor rocks my knees. “What?” The sudden forcefulness of his tone startles me.

“I said, get back on the bed.”

“But I thought I was in
complete control
,” I quote his words back to him.

“You are,” he shrugs. His fingers reach for his suit jacket. He flicks the first button free. “Alice, if you wanted to leave, you would have left by now. Since you have not, I can safely assume you want to be here. Correct?”

“I guess so,” I say, following his logic. He plays me with his words, toying with me with ease.

“And we’ve established that you are, in fact, a virgin. Is this also correct?” Another button slips free.

I pause. “Yes.”

He sits on the bed and reaches for his shoe laces. “Alice…” he begins, “I believe in honesty more than anything. Perhaps, even more than I believe in consent. You are not the first virgin I’ve had in my bed, nor will you be the last. Virgins are among my favorite to seduce, do you know why?”

I place my handbag back down onto the chair. “Why?” I ask.

“Many men will tell you that it’s the innocence that drives them,” he says as he slides one shoe beneath the bed skirt. “Or that they don’t have to try so hard because — hey, she’s just a
virgin
, she doesn’t know the difference between good sex and bad sex — but for
me
, why
I
enjoy it… I do it to feel the power.”

“What kind of power?” I ask.

He slides the second shoe next to its match before continuing. “When you deflower a virgin, you are inside of her forever. You never really leave her womb, no matter how many years have passed. Sure, she’ll remember her second and third and even fourth lover, but the
first
… that’s the one that
changes
her. The one that sets the tone for the rest of her sexual life.” He climbs to his feet and stares down at me. “I like to be that man, Alice. And, if you’ll let me, I want to be that man for you.”

“Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me,” I say.

He smiles. “You’re free to leave at any time, Alice. I just hope you don’t.”

My nerves shake. Blood pumps through my body faster than it ever has before. His words intoxicate me, lulling me into a feeling of pure security. I feel safe with him. I feel desired and loved. And incredibly foolish.

I think of my mother and what she would have me do. She was foolish once, too, on a night that resulted in my own conception. Sixteen and pregnant, she vowed off the comfort of men and expected the same of me. At least, until I was afforded every opportunity she never had. Her voice chimes in my ears, urging me to turn around.
Grab your purse. Get Gabby. Go home. Never turn back.

I ignore the voice in my head and step towards him, allowing my feet to slide free of my shoes with each step. I kick them to the side and let my toes wiggle free amongst the soft carpet fibers.

Charles continues smiling, his eyes locked on mine. He has me and he knows it. My body throbs, more than it ever has. I’ve been turned on before, but not like this. Never like this. This was something different, something
better.
I stare up at him, his green eyes searching my own, looking for my very soul to corrupt and play with.

I like it.

His hands fall upon my face and he tilts my chin upwards gently with cool palms. I push up onto my toes, closing the gap between our lips and close my eyes as his warmth envelopes my own. He plants a kiss upon my lips, slow and precise, one that makes me tremble. I return his kiss, my lips buzzing at the new sensation.

“Lie down on the bed,” he whispers.

I nod as my blood pounds between my ears. My eyes twitch towards the door.
This is it,
I think.
The point of no return
. If I wanted to, I could turn around and leave with my innocence right now. He’d probably nod his head disappointingly but step out of the way to allow it.

He pauses, his hands drifting down to squeeze my shoulders once more. “Are you sure you want this, Alice?” he asks, reading my mind.

I force a small smile to try and appear more adult and experienced, but I fool neither of us. I’m fucking terrified. Every burst of air in my lungs ignites a fire within me, the chills of fear sparking the flames.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Charles smiles, a victorious man.

I move in closer to the bed and sit down as he continues to undress in front of me. I hesitate to watch, but I can’t look away. His garments fall to the floor, revealing more and more of his skin with each layer he casts off. I try to determine his age and think he must be in his thirties. He’s fit and strong, with muscles dominating the space beneath the skin on his arms, abdominals, and legs. His black hair, which sat perfectly styled for most of the evening, now begins to lose its shape as strands fall down to his vibrant green eyes.

I reach behind my back to grip the top of my zipper.

“Stop,” he commands me. “I will do that.”

He pauses for a moment, his eyes flicking down my body as I set my shaking hands back down onto the bedspread.

“You are so beautiful,” he says.

I feel my cheeks turn red once more. “Thank you,” I say again. I pull my eyes away as he steps out of his trousers. His briefs are tight, black in color, with a bulge that pops goosebumps along my flesh. I’ve never seen a naked man before. In movies and television, yes. But not in reality. I retreat my gaze to the floor and close my eyes.

“Look at me,” he says.

I blink before glancing upward at his eyes. He gives pause once more and a grin stretches across his lips.

“Alice,” he says.
“Look at me.”

My breaths come quick as confusion takes hold. I’m already looking at him, but I let my eyes wander his body once again. First down his arms, then back up to his chest. He sports thick pectorals and individual abs that make my mouth water. I lick my lips, my instincts seeping through me, and continue my stare downward towards his legs and groin.

His fingertips slide underneath the elastic of his briefs and with one smooth motion, he pushes them down to the floor. As he stands back up, he studies my face.

My eyes immediately fall to his rigid member, now prominently on display between us. I lose my air. Fantasy meets reality in my mind. I realize my mouth sits agape and I force it closed.

Charles lets out of soft chuckle.

“What?” I ask, feeling rather self-conscious.

“You just look so…” His voice trails off and his eyes search the space between us.

With each passing moment of silence, panic grows within me.
Cute?,
I think.
Pretty? Scared? Silly? Stupid? Ugly? What? What?!

“What?” I ask forcefully.

“Perfect,” he says.

The word strike me cold. I try to imagine what version of me he sees, but no clear picture enters my mind. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m far from perfect.”

“Stand up,” he demands with an extended hand. He keeps it raised until I push myself off the mattress and step towards him.

The luxurious carpet massages my toes as I walk, but does little to calm my tingling nerves. I reach out and take his hand. His touch is warm, inviting. I don’t want to let him go.

He pulls me closer and walks me to the far corner of the room to stand in front of the full-length mirror attached to the closet door.

“Look at yourself,” he whispers, standing behind me. His cologne lingers on the air between us. He reaches around and places a hand beneath my chin. “What do you see?” he asks.

I avoid looking at my reflection. “It’s me,” I say.

He grips my face tighter and guides my gaze with his fingers, willing me to take a longer, harder, look at my body. “Go on…” he says.

I chuckle with unease. “I don’t know…” I stutter.

He drops my chin and I feel his hands grip the zipper of my dress. The little buzzing sound fills my ears as he pulls it down. “Try again,” he says. He keeps his eyes trained on mine in the mirror, studying me even more as I search for the correct answer.

I sigh, his touch a distraction. “I see an eighteen-year-old college student,” I state. “Brown hair. Brown eyes. Small. Ordinary—”

“Stop right there.”

I flinch. He leans forward to speak directly into my ear.

“You are anything but ordinary, Alice,” he says. “I never want to hear you say that ever again. Do you understand me?”

I nod slowly and he lets my dress fall off my shoulders. It tumbles down my body and lands in a heap at my feet. He steps closer and I feel our skin touch. His manhood presses against my lower back, a firm reminder of his nudity.

“What do
you
see?” I ask, my voice small.

He doesn’t answer. His hands find me again, his fingers rolling along my curves. My eyes fall from his face to my own body in the mirror. A bra and panties are all that stand in the way now. I feel a gut instinct to conceal myself and my arms twitch towards my midsection, my fingers spread wide to cover as much skin as possible.

Charles reaches out and grabs my wrists. He pulls my hands back down to my sides. As he releases me, I feel the sudden, silent request echoing in my mind:
Don’t do that, Alice.

His fingertips trace my spine, inching upward, tickling the sensitive nerves of a part of me that’s rarely touched. I close my eyes, but quickly feel the swift grip of his hand on my chin once more.

“Open your eyes,” he says.

I will them open. I don’t want to disappoint him.

With a flick of his wrist, he unhooks my bra. The shoulder straps instantly fall and instead of grabbing them, like my instincts would dictate of me, I let them fall. They continue to slide down my arms and it lands with a soft thud at my feet.

Charles grips my small breasts. He has no trouble taking them into his large hands, grabbing and squeezing and massaging them. He sighs into my neck and his warm breath awakens the goosebumps on my skin.

I lean into him as my insecurities turn to jelly, melting away from me like a chunk of ice tossed into a pot of boiling water. The way he caresses me, the way he holds me. I embrace it, feeling empowered and strong in ways I never thought possible.

He moves a hand down my abdomen and fishes his fingers beneath my panties. I quiver as a lone finger parts my nether lips. My bud throbs for his touch, playing into his game. He holds a finger between my folds and keeps it there as my sex drips down onto his fingertip.

I heave for a deeper breath, my knees shaking beneath me. I struggle to hold myself up. He sees me tremble and he wraps his other arm around my chest, holding me in place with little trouble.

“May I taste you?” he whispers into my ear.

“Yes,” I softly cry.

Charles withdraws his finger and brings it to his nose to inhale my scent. I watch him as he watched me, studying his eyes for a reaction. A shiver runs through his body — I feel it against my skin — as he relishes in my scent with a shaking breath. He closes his eyes and smears his moist finger along his bottom lip.

“Alice…” he says as he licks his lip clean of me. “I’ve never tasted anything like you before…”

I smile, my cheeks burning fire. “Is that a good thing?” I ask with a slight chuckle.

He grabs my face and pulls me back to face him as his lips envelope my own. His tongue probes between my lips, searching for mine. I willingly give it to him, feeling his desire hard against my back. My nether twinges with anticipation.

I jolt in surprise as he grips my panties and pulls them down to the floor. I stand completely naked in front of him, each of us bearing everything for each other. I should feel the shock of self-consciousness, but I don’t. I embrace the comfort of Charles’ security and feel a confidence raging through my veins. I reach behind with one hand and grab the back of his head, pulling him in for another kiss.

His hands grip my rear end and squeeze. I laugh between our kisses, enjoying his attentions as he spreads my cheeks apart and places his long, hard member between them. He lets go of me and allows for them to hug his shaft.

“I have to have you, Alice,” he whispers with his hands grasping at my body, refusing to let me go.

I nod my head and kiss him again.

He bends down and grabs my legs, just under the knees, and raises me off the floor. I yelp in surprise, my stomach lurching at the sudden movement. He carries me across the room and drops me onto the bed.

Charles wanders back across the room and bends over to retrieve his trousers. I watch as he reaches into the back pocket and pulls out a condom, safely nestled in its wrapper. It shimmers in the light as he tosses it over and it lands on the mattress next to me. I stare at it for a moment, a flash of fear giving me pause before I push myself backward to lie upon the large pillows. I wait for him as his eyes focus on my body. He takes me in under the pale lights with his eyes, pausing for a moment to admire my skin before climbing on top of me. His manhood hangs down between us, the tip dabbing drops of his desire on my belly button.