For the Night: Complete Box Set (78 page)

‘What have you done,’ I smiled, as I kissed his
name on the note, then clutched it to my chest for a moment as I closed my eyes
to think about him. I carefully peeled back the tissue paper and gasped to see
a beautiful blue pair of lace French knickers. There was another layer of
tissue paper, covering a vivid blue dress. I lifted it up with a frown, I knew
this dress, I hadn’t worn it in nearly three years, it was the one shoulder
dress I wore for my booking with him, when I paid him to take my virginity. I
put it up against my face, it smelled so fresh, it had been removed from my
dressing room and specially dry cleaned. Under that were my blue shoes and the
silver lips clutch bag he’d got me for that night as well.
‘Do not cry,
Summer,’
I warned myself, as I was hit with a wave of nostalgia. I jumped
in the shower and quickly freshened up, ten minutes later, all thanks to some
expert training, my makeup was done and perfume was applied. I quickly dried my
hair, leaving it in cascading waves down my back, then got dressed and noticed
another item in the box. A jewellery box. I opened it up and found the most
stunning vintage pair of diamond chandelier earrings, which I put in place,
then packed my phone, my purse with some cash and my lip gloss in my bag. It
would really have helped if he’d told me what he’d planned for me. I made my
way to the front door and opened it, to find James sitting reading the paper on
the seat opposite the lift. He jumped up and smiled.

‘You look as stunning and radiant as ever.’

‘You’re so sweet, James. What’s going on though?
Where am I going? And if Bailey’s gone, where’s Wayne? Lucas would be furious
if I went out without him.’

‘It’s all under control. Have you ever known Mr.
Steel not plan anything to perfection?’

‘No,’ I giggled, as I set the alarm and shut the
door, James reaching into his pocket for the clear tabs to mark the door again.
‘So, Bailey was in on it too?’

‘My lips are sealed. It’s more than my life is
worth,’ James chuckled as he guided me into the lift and pressed for the
basement parking level.

‘Please, you could drop Lucas in an instant.’

‘That’s very kind of you to say, once upon a time
maybe, but he’s worked hard on his combat training, I pity anyone who tries to
even look at you the wrong way when he’s on duty.’

‘Who says I need him to protect me?’ I uttered,
indignantly. ‘I’m proficient in Kick Boxing and Krav Maga now, maybe I’m the
one protecting him.’

‘Maybe we should set up a sparring competition.
You, Lucas, Bailey, Wayne and myself, see who wins.’

‘O you’re so on,’ I nodded with a grin, making him
chuckle. He indicated for me to stay in the lift as he quickly checked the basement
level and the car, then called me out. I slid into the back of the Merc and
looked up at him surprised as he handed me an eye mask.

‘All part of the plan,’ he nodded.

‘I’m so going to kick your arse if I don’t like
this plan,’ I laughed, as I took it off him and carefully pulled it on. He made
sure it was snuggly in place before closing the door. I took a deep breath,
what the hell had Lucas planned for me. I suddenly smiled. That was why
everyone said they were busy tonight. He must have arranged a night out with
them all for me, to keep me distracted from how much I was missing him. I felt
the car shudder, then heard the door shut and the engine start. I quickly
slipped off one of my shoes, holding it in one hand as I leaned forward and
wrapped my arm around the headrest, right across the drivers throat and heard a
surprised gulp. ‘If you don’t confirm in the next five seconds that you’re who
I think you are, I’ll cut off your oxygen supply,’ I hissed, putting as much
threat and intimidation in my tone as possible. ‘I also have a lethal weapon
positioned at the back of your neck. Don’t underestimate me just because I’m
woman.’

‘It’s me, it’s James, Miss Beresford, but I’m very
impressed.’

‘How do I know that you’re not an imposter with
some fancy voice modulator like they have in the films?’ I demanded.

‘The day I picked you up from Mr. Steel’s house,
the first time you stayed, I threatened to break the door down and to tell me
he was ok, he said “Sorry, I was doing the housework.” You were very upset and
cried all the way back to the hotel, where I helped you with your bags. Oxygen
is starting to become an issue Miss Beresford, please don’t make me have to
break your wrist to remove your hold, or Mr. Steel would be most displeased.’

‘Sorry, James,’ I smiled, as I released my choke
hold on him and sat back, feeling for my seat belt. ‘Maybe next time we do
this, you set off before asking me to wear the blindfold.’

‘I’ll certainly consider that,’ he coughed as I
felt the car starting to move. ‘I really am very impressed.’

‘Thank you. Would you really have broken my
wrist?’ I enquired.

‘Of course not,’ he shot back, horror in his
voice. ‘You’re a lady and we weren’t in a dangerous situation, but I totally
could have if I’d wanted to.’

‘I don’t doubt it, James,’ I laughed.

‘May I enquire what lethal weapon you had, or were
you bluffing? If so you were very convincing.’

‘The heel of my shoe,’ I replied, as I crossed my
legs and slipped it back on. ‘And you
know
how lethal those can be.’

‘I certainly do, I’ve had to catch Mrs. Smith a
number of times when she’s been wearing them after one too many vodka tonics.’

‘A vodka girl, now I know what to get her for
Christmas.’

‘Really not necessary, Miss Beresford.’

‘I know, but she’s so patient given you keep such
unsociable hours looking after Lucas for so many years, and now me too.’

‘It’s my pleasure. Excuse me, I need to make a
call. Settle back, we have a short journey ahead of us,’ he instructed. I
leaned my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes under the mask as I
heard him talking. ‘Yes, Sir, I have her in the car and we’re making our way to
the location as instructed.’

‘Is that Lucas?’ I squealed excitedly, as I jolted
forward, forgetting how tight the seat belt was as it constricted my chest.

‘Jesus bloody Christ, I just lost my high
frequency hearing as well as had a heart attack. Years in war zones without
incident and I’ve been bested twice tonight, by a slip of a woman in heels,’
uttered James. ‘No Sir, everything’s fine, I promise. Miss Beresford got rather
excited when she realised that you were on the phone. Please accept my
apologies for the offensive language, both of you.’

‘James, please let me speak to him,’ I pleaded and
was met with silence. ‘James?’

Understood, Sir. If there’s tears, I’ll be
insisting on a repeat of the day at the racetrack, where I made you scream like
a girl, as retribution.’

‘James,
please,
’ I begged.

‘Very well, Sir, Goodbye.’

‘James,’ I moaned, feeling devastated. ‘It was him
wasn’t it? Why couldn’t I speak to him?’

‘I’m very sorry, I was under strict instructions.
Please don’t cry, I’m not equipped to handle tears.’

‘You did very well with me that morning you picked
me up from his apartment the first time.’

‘I only handed you a tissue.’

‘A tissue that was very needed,’ I reminded him,
as I slumped back in my seat feeling so disappointed.

‘Is one needed now?’

‘No,’ I sighed. ‘I’ll ring him when I get home
tonight. I just miss his voice.’

James helped me out of the car and held my elbow
as he guided me forward and I heard a door opening, then my heels making a
noise on what sounded like a wooden floor. I couldn’t hear anything. If we’d
come somewhere to meet everyone for a drink or meal, it was very quiet. His
hands moved to my shoulders and I let him turn me.

‘Wait here, all will become clear, but you’re
perfectly safe. Do you trust me?’

‘Of course I do, with my life,’ I whispered with a
nod, James was as good as family. I heard the sound of his feet moving further
and further away, then a door closing. I fiddled with my clutch bag as my
breathing started to canter, I knew I was safe, but I was nervous, what the
hell had Lucas organised for me? I turned my head left and right, trying to
hear anything that might give me a clue as to where I was. I frowned as I heard
the noise of someone else breathing and gulped as I heard movement. I could
sense someone standing close to me and gasped as my clutch was gently taken out
of my hand. I lifted my head and breathed in through my nose and my stomach
fluttered, as my heart started beating so fast I was on the verge of passing
out. I’d know his smell anywhere. ‘Lucas?’ I cried out, overjoyed, as I reached
up for the eye mask.

‘Stop!’ he barked, freezing me in my tracks.
‘Tonight it’s
Sir,
angel,’ came his husky voice from the other side of
the room. I went to open my mouth, to ask a million questions that were racing
through my mind. He was back? He was back a whole week early. Why? How? Where
the hell were we? Most of all I wanted to beg him to touch me, to kiss me. The
longing I felt for him was unbearable, but when he asked to be called Sir, I
knew that there were certain exceptions. One being I didn’t speak unless asked
a direct question. ‘Have you missed me, angel? As much as I’ve missed you?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I shot back, ‘more.’

‘Not humanly possible. You remember the rules?’

‘Yes,’ I nodded breathlessly, as my insides
contracted to hear his smooth, husky baritone voice.

‘Very well, I want you to remove the eye mask and
then turn for me, wearing your dress, so I can see my sexy woman and remember
the first night I saw her for real, the night she took my breath away and stole
my heart.’

I swallowed back some tears and slowly removed the
mask, blinking rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the low level lighting and I
tried to find his face. I took another gasp of surprise, we were in his
apartment, in his lounge. We hadn’t been here in ages, not since he’d moved in
with me, as it was more secure for us both with all of the fans and paparazzi.
I could just make him out, sitting back in his armchair, one ankle casually
resting on his knee. He was wearing a dark charcoal suit, with a crisp white
tieless shirt. I drew my eyes up, to see he had his elbows on the armrests, his
long fingers resting on his kissable lips. My breath caught in my throat as his
heated grey eyes met mine and I virtually combusted on the spot. The way he was
looking at me was so … carnal and lascivious. I did that damned annoying squeak
I always did when I got excited around him, right as I felt my pussy swell and
dampen and my nipples press firmly against my Basque, and heard him chuckle.

‘Turn.’ His fingers did a circle, just like they
had the first time he introduced me to “Sir.” I did as I was told, putting my
hands on my hips as I let my backside sway sexily for him. I held back a smile
as I heard him let out a low groan. I turned to face him again and stood
waiting for my next order. It seemed a long time coming, he just sat staring at
me, hungrily. I was confused. It had been four weeks since I’d seen him, he was
looking at me like a lion would its prey, but no hungry lion would sit
watching, he’d race forward and claim his prize, viciously. ‘Dress. Off.’

I barely heard him, his voice was a croaked
whisper. I tried to stop my chest from heaving as I reached down and gripped the
hem, then slowly started to raise it, as sexily as possible, up to my thighs,
my hips then my waist. His breathing was getting louder, as his eyes zeroed in
on the lace at the apex of my thighs and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
I moved higher, over my ribs and up to where the Basque was barely containing
my breasts. His foot dropped off his knee and he spread his thighs, leaning
forward, resting his elbows on each knee. I didn’t need to look to see if he
had an erection, his voice earlier had already given that away. I knew his
different tones now and that had been his
turned on as hell
one. The
tension filling the void between us was reaching unbearable levels. I could
feel the heat coming off our bodies, the sexually charged atmosphere. I had a
feeling we weren’t going to be getting much sleep tonight, not that I had any
issue with that at all. I lifted my arms as I went to sweep my dress sexily
over my head and cursed as I got tangled in it, firmly wedged with it covering
my eyes. I glared through the material as I heard a roar of laughter coming
from where he was sitting, as I struggled to pull it off and swore again, but I
was stuck as he continued to laugh.

‘Lucas!’

‘O angel, I have missed you, but you’ve just
earned yourself four spanks.’

‘Four?’ I mumbled, as I wobbled trying to extract
myself and see again.

‘Hmmm, now six. Six that I’m really going to look
forward to giving. Swearing, speaking out of turn and failing to address me
correctly. Please continue, I’d love to have an excuse to give you more.’ His
tone had changed to a stern one, he was adjusting, getting himself into
dominant Lucas mode, the thought of which made me feel a little dizzy. I stood
still, finally admitting defeat. I was well and truly stuck. I bit my lip, to
stop me from biting back at my punishment. It didn’t stop me from letting out
another moan as I got another hit of his distinct heady aroma and felt his
fingers gently repositioning my arms, as he helped lift the dress over my head
and I gasped for air. He strode away quickly, tossing it over the back of the
sofa as he sat back in his armchair. Wasn’t this even hard for him? I tried to
plead with my eyes as I stood there in my Basque, but he just smirked and
beckoned with his fingers, then pointed to the floor between his parted legs.

‘Present yourself here, angel.’

I walked forward, right between his legs, his face
virtually buried in my heaving bosom, then sank to my knees and spread them,
placing my hands behind my back, curling my fingers around each wrist to anchor
them there. I slowly lifted my head to look him right in the eyes, just how he
always wanted. I’d read that most submissives looked down at the floor, but
Lucas got off on the eye contact, on seeing the need for him in my eyes. I knew
that, because it turned me on seeing his need for me too. I started to tremble.
His scent was invading my nostrils, his thighs were brushing against my bare
arms, he was inches away from me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted
to jump into his lap, thread my fingers through his hair as I kissed his
delicious lips. I wanted to feel his strong arms around me, holding me tightly.
I was parched for him after just a few hours apart, but this time it had been
weeks!