Chapter Eight

Maya didn’t sleep well Tuesday night. Bobby had sulked the entire evening and didn’t speak to her once. She was relieved to find him gone when she woke up later than usual on Wednesday. That made her feel guilty, but she was too consumed with a headache to worry about how she felt. She rolled from the bed and padded into the bathroom. After swallowing ibuprofen, she went into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.

She hissed with annoyance when she saw Bobby had shut off the warmer, despite the half of a pot that remained in the carafe. She dumped out the contents and started a fresh pot. While she waited for it to brew, she went to the answering machine when she noticed the light flashed.

When Maya pressed play, she groaned. Her boss’s voice was as brisk as usual, although her message was a surprise. “We won’t need you today, Maya. I double-scheduled, and you have seniority, so you get the free day. With pay, of course.” She frowned and deleted the message. It wasn’t like Chelsea to give anyone a day off. The next message offered an explanation.

“Maya, it’s Roarke. I wanted to see you today. I can’t wait until Friday. I handled your boss, so don’t offer that excuse.”

Damn, his voice was as sexy on the tape as it was in real life. She glared down at the machine and wished she could retort.

He continued. “You should have a delivery around ten-thirty. Be at my office by noon, wearing only what’s in the box.”

She stuck her tongue out when the machine beeped, indicating the end of the message. He couldn’t see her response, but it made her feel better.

Maya was distracted by the doorbell, and her gaze automatically flew to the clock. 10:34. Her visitor could only be the delivery Roarke had spoken of.

She didn’t bother to change from the silk pajamas when she answered the door. A petite UPS driver stood on her step, holding a small box. “Yes?”

“Are you Maya Lang…uh…”

“That’s me.” Maya signed the electronic box before she took the package. Once she had closed the door, she took the box into the bedroom and unwrapped it. She frowned when she lifted out the contents. It looked like a raincoat, with a zipper down the front, but was made from some lightweight tiger-printed material. The model on the tag was shown wearing it as a dress, with a scarf around her head, and blocky heels.

“He wants me to wear this?” She shook her head and held it against her. It was indecent. The material was so sheer it must be transparent.

She wanted to lift the phone and tell him to fuck off, but she restrained herself. Maya groaned, knowing she had agreed to play his stupid game, which made her at his beck and call. She left the scrap of cloth on the bed and went to shower.

When she returned to the bedroom, she slipped on a bra and panties before lifting the dress and unzipping it. She pulled it on and was surprised at how soft the fabric was. She zipped it up the front and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t transparent, as she had thought. The interior fabric was woven together to keep some secrets of the wearer.

She felt uncomfortable in the dress as she walked out of the apartment and went downstairs. Maya flagged a taxi, carefully watching the driver’s expression for any indication that he could see through the dress. He seemed uninterested in anything at all, except her destination.

Once she had settled in the backseat, Maya found herself wondering what Roarke had planned for today. The unscheduled meeting irked her, but she thought Roarke was probably testing her obedience. By the time the driver dropped her at the studio, Maya was fuming. She checked in with security with barely a word, afraid to let her tongue fly. The same man who had escorted her to the first meeting with Roarke led her up the stairs. He knocked and held the door open for her. He nodded as she walked inside, and then closed the door behind her.

Maya’s eyes fell on Roarke, with his feet propped up on the desk. She glared at him. “How dare you rearrange my work schedule? I don’t appreciate being summoned like a peasant to the king.”

Roarke swung his legs off the desk and laughed. “I know, but I had to make sure you would come if I sent for you.”

She walked forward and threw herself in the chair. She crossed her arms. “Do I have a choice?”

Roarke lifted a brow. “Yes.”

Maya shifted. The choice she had was no choice at all. She sighed. “So, what do you want?”

“You’re going to dance for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “More dancing?”

A peculiar grin curved across his face. “Solo, this time.” He slid his seat sideways and turned on a CD player. A heavy, pulsing beat issued from the speakers.

She shook her head. “I don’t dance.”

Roarke patted his lap. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Maya glared at him when she stood up. “You never ask.”

He shrugged and leaned back. “Ever done a lap dance?”

Her eyes widened. “Of course not.”

He laughed. “That’s about to change.”

Maya walked behind the desk and hesitated. “I don’t know where to begin.”

“With the music. Feel the rhythm and pick it up. Move your hips.” His voice got progressively huskier. “Sit on my lap.”

She bit her lip and tried to focus on the music. The beat was rather simple, and she swayed her hips to the music in no time. She deliberately kept her eyes off Roarke’s face and concentrated on the ceiling. Maya sashayed toward him before she swung her leg over his chair. She paused and waited for the courage to touch him.

She looked down from the ceiling and saw his hands were clenched around the arms of his chair. Sweat beaded his forehead, and he had a hard-on already. She hadn’t even touched him yet. Maya slowly lowered herself onto his lap. His erection pressed against her thigh. She flushed when she felt herself get moist.

“Don’t forget to move with the music,” Roarke bit out through clenched teeth.

She wiggled tentatively and felt him jerk in response. Maya grasped the back of the chair with her hands on either side of his head and rotated her hips in a circle. He groaned, and she pressed herself against him to grind her softness against his hard shaft. Wetness flooded her, but she was too into her performance to be ashamed.

“Take off the dress.”

Maya obeyed his command without question. Her hands shook as she unzipped the dress, but she got the zipper down. She tossed the garment over her shoulder and returned her hands to the back of his chair.

Her breasts were inches from his face, and she sat on his lap and wriggled around. Maya frowned when she realized Roarke didn’t wear an expression of bliss or even frustration. He looked irritated. “What?”

Roarke shook his head. “You didn’t listen.”

She lifted a brow. “I’m sorry?”

Roarke touched the strap of her bra, careful not to come into contact with her flesh. “I told you to wear just the dress.”

Maya’s eyes widened. “You meant without underwear?” Her mouth opened and closed. “That’s indecent.”

He grinned. “I prefer naughty.” Roarke sighed. “And you were naughty for not listening.” He reached for a pair of scissors from his pen organizer.

Maya’s eyes widened when she saw the sharp shears. “Wh-what are you going to do?”

He ignored the question and slid the blade under one of her straps. He cut through it with one clean slice, then did the same to the other one. He felt her stiffen when he slid the blade between her breasts. “I won’t hurt you,” he grunted.

Roarke made short cuts through the white material. The bra was thin and cheap, and easily surrendered to the sharp edges of the scissors. When he cut through the band of the bra, he peeled it from her, still not touching her breasts.

Maya instinctively covered her breasts. “You’re crazy.”

He laughed. “Maybe, but only for you. Now, move your arms and climb on the desk.”

She bit back a refusal and dropped her arms. Maya tried to pretend he wasn’t watching her every move when she lifted herself from his lap onto the desk. “Ouch.” She fumbled under her bottom and removed a pen. Her shoes fell to the floor with two muffled thunks.

Roarke took it and put it in the pen organizer. “Turn more on your left side.”

Maya shifted so she lay almost on her left side. She braced her hands behind her on the desk and put her feet on the arms of the chair.

Roarke swallowed when confronted with an unobstructed view of the crotch of her panties. They were thin cotton and almost transparent because of the moisture between her legs. He reached out to caress her puffy lips, but held himself back. “I think you like dancing for me.” He forced an easy grin, which became more natural when he saw her embarrassed expression.

He took pity on her and turned his attention to the waistband of the panties on her hip. He slid the scissors inside and cut through the material. His hand lingered on her hip for just a second, before he forced himself to peel the material from her body. “Other side.”

She looked pissed as she rolled onto her other side and silently endured his removal of the other side of her panties.

“Lean back and spread your legs.”

Her eyes gleamed with anger. “No.”

Roarke met her eyes, keeping his expression firm. “You chose not to obey me, Maya. This is your punishment.”

“You bastard.” Tears swam in her eyes as she leaned back on the desk and propped her feet on each corner.

His fingers brushed against her wet lips, and he felt his erection harden until it hurt. Roarke had to clear his throat before he could speak again. “Lift your hips.”

When she complied, he stripped off the ruined panties and dropped them in the trash. She started to get up, but he put his hand on her stomach. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”

She grunted, but lay down again.

Roarke opened his desk drawer and removed the package he had purchased at a small shop off Hollywood Blvd. They specialized in catering to women’s fantasies, but they had treated him with respect and not as a pervert when he wandered inside last Sunday.

He opened the plastic and removed the thin vibrator. It was made from some green jelly material and might have been inspired from the phallus of some magical creature. It was anatomically perfect, except for the on/off switch at the base of the penis. He turned it on and saw her head lift. “Don’t move,” he said again, more forcefully, and she returned to her head to the desk.

Roarke parted her folds and teased her clit with the head of the jelly vibrator. He felt her stiffen and jerk, and watched as her hips began to arch up in tiny increments. He slid the vibrator lower and teased her opening before he returned it to her clit. Once again, she arched against it, but didn’t seem to be trying as hard to mask her response.

“Do you like this, Maya?”

She moaned, but didn’t answer.

He grinned. “Do you like how it vibrates against your clit?” He allowed himself to touch her thigh. “Don’t bother answering. I can feel your response.”

He rotated the vibrator around her swollen clit, and then moved it down again. “Would you like to feel this inside you?”

She whimpered.

He could see the way her feet arched and her hands clenched on into fists as he pushed an inch of the vibrator into her slick folds. He pulled it out and pushed it in deeper, enjoying the way she gasped with pleasure. “More?”

She didn’t say anything, but she tried to buck her hips.

Roarke moved his hand from her thigh to her pelvis, where he pushed down with enough force to keep her pinned to the desk. “You have to ask for it, Maya. Tell me you want it.”

She hesitated, seeming to be at war with herself. The tiny tremors convulsing her body gave her away. She finally relaxed and whispered, “Please.”

“What do you want, Maya?” He bit down hard on his tongue as his erection transmitted what it wanted. He longed to throw away the vibrator and take possession of Maya himself.

“I want it.” The answer was strained, but clear. “Please put it in me.”

“What is it?” It was more than a little fun teasing her, but also painful. She wasn’t the only one longing for release. “Can you say the word?”

She lifted her head and glared at him.

“You’re moving, Maya.” He withdrew the vibrator and turned it off. “I guess you can go now.”

“Damn you, fuck me with that vibrator.”

He didn’t know which of them was more shocked by her outburst. Her face was bright scarlet, but he imagined his was too. He took a deep breath and forced himself to sound amused when he said, “Since you ask so nicely, how can I say no?”

She voluntarily laid her head on the desk and spread her legs even wider.

Roarke pushed the jelly vibrator deep inside her, until she stiffened and gasped. He removed his hand and allowed her to thrust against the vibrator. She seemed not to want him to do anything, so he held it for her. He licked his lips as she thrust upward and rolled her hips. A tiny trail of her juices trickled onto his desk, and he groaned at the sight of the fluid.

He knew the exact moment she orgasmed by the way she stiffened and arched her back. He immediately turned down the vibrator and pulled it out partway as her legs shook and her thighs tightened around his hand. He let out the breath he had been holding and tried to maintain his tenuous self-control. Roarke was too old to come in his pants without the assistance of a partner—or so he told himself.

She slowly sat up and covered herself. She still seemed embarrassed by the way she had told him to satisfy her. Her eyes avoided his.

Roarke felt his erection diminish enough for him to move without pain, and he completely removed the vibrator. He patted her thigh. “First time?”

She nodded and kept her eyes averted. “I wanted one once, but Bobby—” She broke off.

“Felt threatened?” Roarke finished for her.

Maya nodded again and still did not look at him.

He put it back in the wrapping, and put the package in a plain brown bag. “Do you want to take it with you?”

She shook her head. “I don’t ever want to see it again.”

Roarke frowned and grasped her chin to pull her face around to his. “Why not? There’s no shame in pleasure.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I begged for it. It’s just a thing, but I begged for it.”

He chuckled. “Actually, you ordered me to use it on you.” Roarke could see her wince, and he dropped the vibrator into his drawer. “If you change your mind, let me know.”

She nodded, but her expression revealed she would never ask for it. “Can I go now?”

He shifted as his erection throbbed, but nodded. “I’ll see you Friday.”

Maya didn’t answer as she clambered off the desk and searched for the dress. She slid it on over her nakedness, pulled her shoes onto her feet, and fled his office. She didn’t look back as she rushed into the ladies’ room and washed her face. Then she locked herself in a stall and sobbed out her shame. She couldn’t reconcile what she thought about herself with the wanton who had demanded Roarke fuck her with a fake cock. How could she have done that?

She sighed and unlocked the stall. She returned to the sink and washed her face again. She fixed her hair and met her eyes in the mirror. She had a flush on her cheeks, but also a sated look in her eyes. Maybe he was right, and it wasn’t a big deal. He had teased her to a fever pitch. She couldn’t blame herself if his manipulations overwhelmed her common sense.

She ignored the voice in the back of her head that accepted a full share of responsibility for the interlude. Maya left the restroom feeling considerably calmer. Roarke was to blame for her downfall, and she had no choice but to go along. She shouldn’t be so hard on herself for getting a bit of pleasure from his twisted game.