Lyon
Chapter 17

Yep, that statement was very conducive to me having a productive day, not. I almost stapled my fingers together, and I stared at one line for half an hour on the computer screen before realizing that I didn’t understand one word.

I forgot invoices, and decided it was best to leave those alone for another day before I really mucked things up.

One part of me was ready, oh so ready. I mean when was I ever going to get another opportunity like this again? A hot guy who saw nothing strange about me wanting him to dominate me in every way, and who went so far as to draw out of me all my little embarrassing secrets, so he could some day fulfill them?

I don’t think I’d be that lucky again, so that girl wanted to grab the bull by the horns and hang on for the ride of her life.

And then there was the other part of me, the side that had learned to be extra cautious, and to guard her heart and her person from hurt. She wanted to take over, and was even now urging me to run as far and as fast as my feet would carry me.

***

COLT

***

I had a stupid a*s grin on my face as I left the office, because of the look on her face when I told her about tonight. Hell yeah.

I’m not a complete idiot, so I know she was going to run the gamut of emotions today. It’s not every day a girl loses her virginity, and it’s a big decision. What if she wastes it on a douche?

We’ve only been doing this dance for a short coupla weeks. No long term dating and getting to know each other. We did that shit every night, either while I was throwing her around on the mat, or later when we had our marathon phone sessions.

I pretty much know what my Angel needed from me, and I also know her experience has no place in our bed, so I’d been working on getting that shit out of the way first.

I’d spent the last two weeks getting her used to my touch, kissing her, and petting her. Always close whenever we were alone together, so that she wouldn’t freak the f**k out when I finally get her under me. That’s no way to start shit off.

I left her alone until about lunchtime, and I figured she was probably at that point where she’s questioning the quickness of our relationship. I know women get hung up on that shit. As a man I know what I want, and I have no time for games.

I would give her time to adjust to the idea, but what the f**k is the point in prolonging the inevitable? F**k that. If we waited any longer, then I just might end up dragging her off somewhere for a quickie.

She was so ready for me whether she realized it or not. Each time I came into the room, and she stared at me with l**t in her eyes, told me, or when her body shook after I’d brushed up against her accidentally, and her scent. I love the smell of her arousal.

I kept all these things from her. If I told her how she gave herself away every time I came close, then she’d just retreat back into her shell.

Now it’s time for lunch, and I feel the need to start the seduction process, and get her nice and primed for later.

“Let’s go.”

She grabbed her bag and stood from behind her desk without question. Good girl.

I kept my hand on her nape as I led her outside to my bike. I’d parked the hawk for now since there really wasn’t any room for her on it, so the Ducati was getting some road play.

I love the way her eyes light up when she sees one of my bikes, though I’d had to threaten to tan her a*s if I ever caught her doing one of her crazy stunts on such a powerful bike.

Her short skirt rode high up on her thighs as she climbed on behind me. Something that usually wouldn’t have bothered me, it is kinda sexy. But since it was her I felt a little burn.

“Hold onto me tight, I don’t want you flashing other guys on the way.” I really should’ve thought of…shit, her p***y was hot, and she’d pulled herself right up against me.

Her arms locked around my middle, and her head turned sideways on my back, and the front if her skirt rose up leaving just her thin panties between her cunt and my back. Hope I don’t have a f*****g wipeout.

I started up the bike and we were off. I hadn’t missed the knowing looks of my crew either, so I’ll be knocking some heads together when I get back.

Our first stop was a perfumer. I’d been in talks with my guy for a few days, and eventually I wanted her to have her own scent, one made specifically for her. Today we were here for them to meet, so he could add to the information I’d already given him, and also to get her something until her Angel scent was made.

“Jean Paul, this is my Angel. I told you what I wanted already, and I just wanted you to see the beauty you were making it for, give it that extra touch.”

“Of course, of course, Mr. Lyon, Ms.”

He studied her from head to toe as if measuring her for a suit, and taking notes on lord knows what, but all I know is that he’s really good at this shit.

We left with a couple different scents that I’d chosen for her, and our next stop was the Jeweler’s.

“Colton, you don’t have to buy me anything, why…”

I ignored her as I chose a beautiful sapphire and diamond anklet for her.

That was my first sign of ownership. There’s just something about an ankle bracelet that screams s*x.

Some people like collars, but I wasn’t going that route, no. Instead I had other ideas for tying her to me. Permanently.

We’d discussed piercings, which I was glad to learn she was excited about. I wouldn’t have wanted her to get them just because I wanted her to, so the fact that she was into it was perfect.

I led her by the hand to our next stop which wasn’t too far away, a hosiery and lingerie shop.

She pulled back a little, probably from embarrassment.

“Easy, Angel, it’s just clothing.” I squeezed her hand softly before continuing on into the establishment.

It was like every woman’s fantasy, or every pervs, they had something for everyone. I wasn’t looking for anything racy today though. We’ll save that for later. No, today I was in the market for something virginal and sweet, like her.

I chose a few without the help of the sales girl, who I found to be rather rude. How come I never noticed how f****d up some chicks could be before?

I mean as a dude if some f**k was checking out my woman right in front of me, or even had the gonads to flirt with her right in my face, I’d throat punch the fucker before stomping a mud hole in his a*s, but these bitches are some bold fuckers.

I didn’t like the way Kat seemed to shrink into herself just then when the blonde twit forced herself between us on the pretense of helping, so I’d pulled her into my side and whispered in her ear.

“Never back down from another bitch, own your shit, I’ve got your back.” You should’ve seen the smile on her face, or the bitch brow she gave the twat.

“We won’t be needing your help today, so run along now.”

My baby gave her the fingers flick, like she was shooing a fly or some shit.

Blondie’s face was red like fire as she slithered back to her post. After that, Kat was back to being herself, or the person she was becoming here of late.

I chose an ivory lace and satin gown with a matching robe, and it reminded of the shit those bad bitches wore in the old sixties and seventies movies.

I had her pick out some under things and stockings and other girly shit she liked even though she grumbled the whole way. Whatever, I’d never done this shit before, gone shopping for my woman. But I knew for damn sure it’s part of the package, at least it ought to be.

We had to have the stuff delivered to her house since we were on the bike, so I took her home right after instead of back to the office. I myself had to knock off early because I had shit to prepare for tonight, and just thinking about it made my mouth water.

“I’ll come get you around eight. I’m making dinner, so don’t eat okay.”

“Kay.”

I kissed her goodbye and watched until she was in the house before pulling off.

I had a meeting with the chief to get to. Hopefully it will be a short one. She’s of age, after all, but when you planned to take a man’s daughter from his house, you should at least have the decency to do it right.