Page 9 of Mayfair Madame (Mayfair Heights #1)

Chapter Nine

Naomi

T rying to stay calm and not show Ellie how nervous I felt had been almost impossible. My hands shook from the moment I’d seen her at the table, but as the night had progressed, they’d settled until I felt I’d known her all my life.

That sounded ridiculous even to me, but the tenderness she’d shown me on the night we’d met remained. But the more we talked, the more I noticed her insecurities.

The way she constantly pulled at her shirt, fiddled with the buttons, crossed her arms in front of her chest. All unconscious tells. And when she told me about her ex, I knew Ellie thought their breaking up was due to more than the demands of her job.

She needed to know how attractive she was. She’d applied a little make-up, some mascara and eyeliner, and a bright red lipstick that matched her shirt. It was perfect against her pale skin.

I knew she wanted to know more about how I became a madame. Everyone did, but now wasn’t the time to go into it. There was so much more surrounding the story, it would take longer than an evening to unpack it all.

So for now, we would enjoy ourselves with alcohol and dancing. I’d spied her trying to leave, but before I could get to her, Oscar had stepped in, sending her back in my direction.

And now, here we were, slow dancing, her arms wrapped around my waist, my mouth tasting the soft flesh of her neck.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, wanted to taste more. I ached to touch her, to undress her and find out what she was hiding beneath the clothes.

Her low-cut shirt had treated me to a tantalising glimpse of cleavage, and I definitely wanted to see more. She thought she was nothing special, but to me, she was perfect.

How did I make her see that? A lot of praise and adulation. I’d learned what low self-esteem could do to a person. Hell, I’d been there myself more than a few times. I vowed to make Ellie see her worth, to know that I wanted her as much as I know she wanted me.

Rushing it wasn’t the answer. The lady needed to be wooed and told time and time again that she was worth something, especially to me.

The song ended, and we made our way back to the table. Oscar was telling a story about some client he’d styled. His stories went on forever, and he never failed to make me laugh.

Marco, on the other hand, was quieter than usual. His eyes never left the bar where Sam was serving. Was there something going on? Sam was married to Julian, and I would kick Marco’s arse from here to kingdom come if he dared to interfere. Sam had been through enough already.

There were always interesting stories to tell about Mayfair Heights, but it was my home, the same as it was theirs. We were an eclectic mix from all walks of life converging in the building. Our own little world I loved.

As much as I wanted to know what was going on with Marco, Ellie was my priority. She was the one who mattered this evening. I’d not rush her and take her to my bed as much as I wanted to, but hopefully, I’d at least geta kiss.

Start slowly, Naomi. The rest will come.

I watched as she laughed along with everyone else, her eyes lighting up, soft laughter lines bringing life to her face.

Every time I saw her, I noticed something new. The shine of her hair, the blue of her eyes, the fullness of her lips, the sound of her laughter.

“You like her a lot,” Melinda whispered in my ear. “You’ve not taken your eyes off her all night.”

“She’s like no one I’ve seen before, and she doesn’t realise how sensual she is. I want her so much, but if I make a move, she’ll run. When we danced, her body was so tense, as if she was trying not to press against me. I don’t know why, but I will find out.”

“I know you will. You’re a determined woman, Naomi. Just don’t let her get too far under your skin.”

Yeah, too late for that. I’d done nothing but think about her for days, ever since she’d said yes, wondering how the night would go.

As much as I loved my friends and their company, I desperately wanted to get Ellie alone for my selfish reasons, but for the moment, I contented myself watching her.

Another round of drinks appeared, and Ellie sipped a dark-coloured drink.

“What are you drinking now?” I asked.

“Just a soft drink. I’m not a huge drinker. One or two beers is my limit, and I’ve already had three this evening. I should go soon anyway and leave you with your friends.”

“You will do no such thing. I thought maybe we could go back to my place for a coffee. It’ll be quieter there, and we can talk some more.”

Who knew? Maybe we’d get to do something more. A girl could hope.

“I’d like that, actually.” She fidgeted in her seat, tracing the condensation on her glass with a fingertip. Was she as turned on as I was?

My pussy tingled, the thong I wore, damp.

“Do you want to finish your drink, or could we go now?”

She looked at her watch. The screen showed eleven. The night had passed quickly in her presence.

“I’m ready when you are.” She knocked back her drink and nodded to everyone at the table. “Nice to have met you.”

“Oscar, tell Sam to send me the bill for tonight. I’ll settle it tomorrow. Ellie and I are leaving, but you guys stay here and enjoy yourselves.”

A knowing smirk crossed his face. He could think what he liked, but no doubt he’d be on to me tomorrow for all the details.

Didn’t he know a lady would never tell?

I took Ellie’s hand and led her from the bar to the entrance reserved for exclusive residents. Only I and a few others used it. We walked slowly, content in each other’s company. I used my key card to let us inside.

“Good evening, Miss Reeves.” Walter was on duty, as always.

“Hey, Walter. This is my friend, Ellie Sharpe.”

“Good evening, Miss Sharpe. Weren’t you here the other day with the detective gentleman?”

“I was, yes.”

“Ellie is a detective too.”

I sincerely hoped she’d be here a little more, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. Tonight needed to go well.

The lift arrived, and we stepped in, neither of us speaking as it ascended to the penthouse floor.

We walked in silence down the corridor. As the fabric of her shirt brushed my arm, the hairs stood up. I opened the door and stepped through, Ellie closely on my heels.

“Can I get you a coffee?” I kicked off my shoes and walked into the kitchen, barefoot.

“Black, no sugar, thanks.”

“I know I pissed you off the other day when I told you I’d dropped the case against Godfrey.”

Her displeasure had been clear.

“I just don’t understand why you’re letting him get away with it.” She followed me into the kitchen.

“Believe me, I’m not. What he did to me, he’s done to countless others, but as my friend Rupert said, there are other ways to make him suffer.”

“Please tell me it’s not illegal. I don’t want to put you in cuffs.”

An image of me lying naked in bed wearing cuffs flitted through my mind. I was always up for it, and by the look on Ellie’s face, she wouldn’t say no either.

“You know”—I stepped towards her—“I’d be okay with that.”

I trailed my fingernail down her face, along her jawline, and down her chest to her impressive cleavage. Her nipples hardened as I retraced my path. A tingle spread through me.

“How… how are the bruises?” She gulped, her eyes now wide.

“Why don’t you look?” Feeling bold, I took a step back, slipped the straps of the dress down my arms, and let it fall to the ground. I stood before her in a black, skimpy thong, the tiny scrap of fabric barely covering my pubic hair.

What would she do? Had I pushed her too far?

She reached out a trembling hand, then pulled it back sharply.

“You can touch, Ellie. I won’t bite.”

She tried again and gently stroked the fading bruises on my breast. My nipples puckered in response. She skimmed one of them with her fingers, then rolled it gently between her thumb and index finger. Not hard but firm enough for it to shoot straight to my wet pussy.

Fuck, it felt so good.

“Ellie,” I whispered. I knew where I wanted this to go, but not if that was what she wanted too.

Her lips on mine were the answer I wanted. Hands gripped my hips and brought me to her. Harsh breaths filled the air as she deepened the kiss, her tender lips moving against mine.

With coffee forgotten, and our arms entwined, Ellie pressed me against the wall, her lips now on my jaw, gentle nibbles igniting me from the inside.

Whoa, unexpected but not unwelcome.

I rested my head back and opened my mouth as her tongue explored my goosebump-covered flesh. I flattened my hands against the wall, parted my legs slightly, and let her explore.

She licked and nipped at my skin, gradually making her way to my breasts. I groaned, aching with need.

“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice husky.

“More than okay. I’d have told you if it wasn’t.”

“I wanted to hold you that first night I met you. You’d been hurt in the worst possible way. It took all my strength to walk away from you and not give you the comfort you so desperately needed, but you had Emmeline. She was far better placed to do that.”

“I would have preferred you.” All the time we talked, she trailed her hands over my naked flesh, peppering my body with tender kisses.

“You’re so beautiful. What would you want with someone like me?” Sadness laced her words.

“Hey.” I lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “You are worthy of my attention, Ellie, and I want to show you how much.”

I kissed her again, slowly and softly. Her knee pushed my legs farther apart, and I straddled her thigh. The rough fabric of her jeans rubbed against my clit, and I moaned into her mouth, wanting and needing more.

I inhaled deeply and held my breath as her lips left mine and latched onto my nipple. It had been so long since anyone had paid me this kind of attention.

“Take off your clothes, Ellie. Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” Like my bed!

As quickly as it began, it stopped. She took a step back, and I shivered as her warm hands left my body. “I-I-I can’t do that.”

“Please, Ellie, you can.” I worked my thong down my legs and kicked it off to the side. Now I was completely bare. “I would really love to see you, Ellie.”

I stroked down my body and watched her face. She licked her lips, and I knew she wanted me, but was I pushing too hard?

I continued to tease my body, rubbed my hands over my tits, pinched the peaked nipples. All the while, her eyes grew wider.

I burnt for her touch. “Do you want me?” I pushed my hips farther and spread my legs, giving her a glimpse of my clit.

She nodded but didn’t touch me.

I had no shame where sex was concerned. With the right person, it could be an exciting and sensual experience.

I licked my fingers and moved them lower. Her eyes tracked every movement.

I rubbed my clit slowly, coating my fingers with my arousal. I was already wet for her, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ellie, please,” I begged.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to undress, and I want you to taste me.”

She refused to meet my eyes. Shit, she’d leave me standing here on my own in my kitchen. Her lips moved, but no words came out.

“Okay, but promise me you won’t look too closely.”

“Ellie…” She would be beautiful.

“No, just promise. Please, Naomi.”

“I promise.” I watched with trepidation, trying not to stare.

She started with the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one. If only she could see herself through my eyes.

She slipped out of it, revealing luscious tits almost spilling from the half-cut bra she wore. They jiggled as she moved.

Next came off the belt and her boots, and last but not least, she removed her jeans, slowly stepping out of them. She covered her belly with her arms, shielding herself from me.

I would have loved to see all of her, but I’d already pushed her to her limit.

“Come.” I crooked a finger. “Come taste me, Ellie.”

I held a glistening finger out to her. She took a step closer and sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my fingertip.

She closed her eyes and moaned. “Fuck, you taste good.”

I didn’t expect her to drop to her knees, but she did, her eyes level with my pubes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pussy so good. Your clit is…”

“Big. I know.” I had a larger-than-average clit. It could be incredibly sensitive. Some were turned off by it, but I didn’t care.

Gently, she stroked it with her finger, parting my folds. “It looks perfect. I bet it tastes delicious too.”

“Why don’t you try it?” I held my breath, my body hot in response to her attention.

She grazed it with her tongue, placed her hands on either side, and pulled me apart, giving her more access.

I ran my hands through her hair as she sucked my clit into her mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Lust filled me, and I gripped her hair tighter, bringing her mouth closer. “More, Ellie, I need more.”

She suckled harder and slid her hand between my legs into the wet folds.

With two fingers, she entered me, thrusting deep inside. I spread my legs wider, giving her better access. The pace picked up as she fucked me with her fingers. She inserted another, and my stomach clenched, trying to holdback my release. God, it was too soon.

She might have seemed shy, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Obscene noises filled the quiet of the room. She kept her fingers deep inside me while she built the pleasure with her mouth and tongue. She was relentless.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I shouted as a powerful orgasm hit me. My legs buckled, but Ellie kept me upright. I sagged over her and braced my hands on her back. She carried on sucking and fucking, wringing every drop of cum from me.

I could barely stand. My body quivered, but eventually she stopped. Juices and saliva dripped down my thighs, and when I looked at her face, she was drenched. By the smile on her face, she’d enjoyed it as much as I had.

She stood and lifted her face to mine, my scent all over it.

Not caring, I held it in my hands and kissed her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and tasted my cum on her lips.

I broke away, the muscles in my legs shaking. “Fuck, you’re good at that, and here was me thinking I was going to be the one giving you pleasure.”

She shrugged, but the smile never left her. There was so much more for us to do, and I took her hand.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“Actually, I should go.” She picked her clothes off the floor and began to dress.

“What? Oh, no, you don’t. I’m not done with you.”

“Naomi.” She had on her jeans and one arm in her shirt.

“Ellie. You don’t fuck me and leave me. That’s not how it’s done. At least have that coffee with me. Please.”

I planned more than coffee, but she continued to dress.

“I’ll have coffee, but then I need to leave. Where’s your bathroom?”