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He brought one hand to my neck and rested his fingers on my throat. “There will be more things I tell you to do.”
He tightened his hold on my waist when it felt like my bones had turned to mush and I sagged against him.
“Will you do as I say, Eliza?”
“I will.” My voice was so heavy with desire that I didn’t sound like myself.
“Take down your hair.” I removed the band, and when it fell down my shoulders, Levi ran his fingers through it.
“Will you do the same?” I thought back to the first time I saw him and how one of the things that drew me to him was his long hair.
I glanced over my shoulder and smiled when he reached up and did the same, then pressed against my backside once more, tweaked my nipple, and released me. With one arm around my waist, Levi guided me up the steps. The outside of his home, which looked more like the entrance to an ultramodern hotel, was breathtaking.
He opened the door, led me inside, then knelt in front of me before removing my boots and socks.
“You will do the rest,” he said, standing to take my hand after he removed his jacket, toed off his shoes, and took off his socks so he was barefoot like I was.
Floor-to-ceiling glass windows bathed the interior in natural light. Beyond them were staggering views of the ocean in front of us and the Quinta Do Lago golf course on the right side.
Levi’s arm swept in the opposite direction from where I saw an infinity pool beyond an outdoor seating area with a two-sided stone fireplace. There was also a dining area with a table and enough chairs to seat twelve people. The area was scattered with deep planters full of palm trees, tropical flowers, and vegetation.
“Remove your coat, Eliza,” he said once we reached an open living area with two large sectional sofas and chairs big enough to fit two. Unless Levi was one of the people.
I eased my coat from my shoulders and was about to drape it on the back of the sofa’s cushions when I remembered what he’d said about leaving it on the floor. When I let it fall, he smiled.
“Well done, El.” He put his hand on my throat and kissed me hard. I staggered when he let me go, and he steadied me with his arm around my waist before leading me around a corner into a kitchen like none I’d ever seen. The main floor of my flat in London was quite large, but this area alone was twice its size.
It was done in varying shades of gray and taupe, but besides the double cooktop and sink, the island and counters were bare.
“Your blouse, El.”
I unfastened the buttons, wriggled it from my shoulders and arms, then let it drop.
Like before, Levi kissed me, but rather than gripping my throat, his hand covered my breast. With the opposite arm, he brought my body closer to his, then lifted me so his hardness pressed between my legs. When he released my mouth and body at the same time, I leaned against the kitchen island.
“We will make our way back here later,” he said, putting one arm around my waist, then motioning to a hallway with three doors on either side and, at the end, opened to the pool area.
If I could speak, I’d ask where the doors led. I was too far beyond capable of uttering a single word.
As we continued walking, I saw a dining room to our left with a table larger than the one outdoors, but Levi didn’t stop.
When we came to a lift, he pressed the call button. “This goes to the lower level, where there is a theater, steam room and sauna, and a gym.” Once inside, he pressed a different button, and we went up rather than down.
The lift opened to a second seating area with a wall of windows looking out over the ocean.
“Remove your slacks, but leave the panties on.”
This time, I hesitated, knowing that when I did, he would see the evidence of my arousal.
“Do it, Eliza, or our tour ends here, and you will not be happy with where I take you instead.”
While his words were menacing, they only excited me more. I unfastened my trousers, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. This time, instead of kissing me, Levi put his hand between my legs and cupped me.
“You are so wet for me, El. I should fuck you right here.” His palm pressed harder. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
My head fell forward, and I rested it on his chest. “Please,” I whispered, knowing that no matter how hard I begged, he would not. Not yet.
This drawn-out foreplay, with his demands and dirty words, would result in me having the most powerful orgasm of my life. Maybe several of them. And as much as I wanted him inside me right now, I wanted it to continue more.