The Blue Dress
Chapter Fourteen: Black King to White Pawn
Twenty two.
She tapped her foot as she waited for the elevator to take her up to the thirty fouth floor for her weekly meeting with Mr. Wilson. She rolled her tongue in her mouth and pushed back her hair.
He was going to be there, that damn man with his grins and his smirk and his eyes that undressed her and made her nerves tingle. She almost didn't want to go but then again…
"Just remember that while a queen might have a dalliance with a pawn, she always returns home to fuck her king."
She did.
She straightened her white pencil skirt out when the elevator dinged open: Twenty three.
"Well, well…" She heard a smooth and familiar voice say. She looked up to see the very green eyes that see was thinking about looking back at her, standing there with his hands in his pockets and his sly grin in all black.
He looked like pure delicious sin.
"Miss Roth," he greeted as he stepped inside.
Squaring her shoulders, she nodded. "Mr. Todd."
His smirk grew as he walked passed her with a hum, barely touching her and settling to stand directly behind her. She bite her lip and prayed to whatever deity to give her strength to stand against him. But she already knew no one was listening.
"You look lovely today," he complimented casually, his breath tickling the base of her neck and making her hair stand on end. "Then again, you do look lovely every day."
She cleared her throat, trying not to look back at him. "Thank you, Mr. Todd."
"You're welcome," he replied before a small moment of silence passed over them.
Twenty four.
"How was your evening with Mr. Logan?" He asked, coolly.
She pressed her lips. "I highly doubt that's any of your business, Mr. Todd."
He hummed in response, taking a step closer to her, his body just grazing against hers. "Humor me, Miss Roth. I'm quite curious to know how my coworker and my employee are getting off."
She resisted the shiver that clawed up her back with icy hands at the sound of his voice. She breathed through teeth.
"Well, if you must know, Garfield and I had a rather good time."
"Oh… So it's Garfield now, is it?" She heard him say, a hint of jealousy in his words.
She had struck a nerve. Good…
Twenty five.
"Yes," she continued, lifting her head up. "I actually enjoyed his company. And he's quite funny."
"He's as funny as a train wreck," Jason bit behind her.
Feeling boldness rise in her, she said the words before she could stop them. "He's funnier than you."
The tension in the small shaft shifted, tightening around them like a vice. She immediately regretted everything she said.
"Oh?" He said, softly, stepping closer to her so that his body full pressed against hers. She could feel his heart beat thud against her shoulder blade, making it harder for her to focus. "Oh, I see…"
Twenty six.
He hummed in her ear again, his fingers coming up and brushing up and down her arm. Suddenly, it grew very hot and hard to breathe
"And tell me, Miss Roth," he drawled her name like it was silk, making her gasp. "Did Mr. Logan kiss you good night like a proper gentleman?"
"Yes," she breathed, closing her eyes but did not surrender to him yet. "He did."
"Hmm. And tell me, Miss Roth… Does he kiss you like I kiss you?" His lips pressed lightly against her ear, kissing it slightly as he spoke.
She opened her mouth to speak but her words were trapped in her throat. She wanted to say that Garfield was great kisser, that he gave her the best kiss she had ever received. But that was a lie. While his kiss last night was good, it couldn't and it would never hold a torch to Jason's earth shattering, soul burning kiss that made her knees grow weak.
Twenty seven.
He chuckled, his chest vibrating on her spine. "Your silence speaks volumes, Miss Roth."
His fingers dropped moved from her arm to the swell of her hips and pulled her against him. She could feel his length prod against her back, he was already hard for her. She felt her cheeks flush as the temperature in the room grew hotter.
"He's a good kisser," she tried to fight, her voice failing.
"But he's not me…" He whispered, his fingers dancing in little circles on her hip, playing along the top hem of her pencil skirt.
She shivered. "You say that like that's a good thing."
"Why yes, Miss Roth," he murmured lowly, dipping his fingers under her skirt and to her panties. "I do believe it is a good thing."
"And why…" Her voice was breathy and shaky, feeling that fire that only his touch seemed to cause burn it way through her bloodstream. She felt her warmth pulse for him as his fingers dipped lower and lower. "W-why is that?"
"Because that means he will never be able to touch you like I touch you," he hissed, his finger pressing against her wet and silken panties, rubbing small circles over her clit and making her gasp.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he played with her, her knees threatening to fold underneath her. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, whimpering when his lips found that mark at the juncture of her neck. She knew she should stop him, push him away but it just felt so fucking good! She couldn't bare to deny herself the pleasure.
The elevator dinged: Twenty eight.
"Oops… Company. Put your coat in front of you," he instructed, stepping a few inches away from her and putting his coat in front of him with his free arm, his fingers still working her.
"What?" She blinked, trying to focus on anything but his fingers on her.
"Just do it," he ordered.
She did as he said and put her coat up, covering his hand inside of her skirt. The doors opened to reveal a small crowd of people, including one Garfield Logan.
"Mr. Logan," Jason greeted with a polite smile, stepping back against the wall to let the other people in and bringing Raven in with him. "Nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you too, Mr. Todd," The younger man nodded as he stepped in standing beside Raven. "Raven."
"Garfield," she managed to say without blowing either of their cover while he continued to rub circles on her.
"Having a good day today?" He asked, completely oblivious to Jason's fingers underneath her skirt.
"Mmhmm," she nodded with a smile, resisting the urge to gasp when she felt his fingers push aside her panties and stroke her core.
Twenty nine - one person exits.
She watched Gar's eyes flick over to Jason before he leaned in close and whispered, "I had a really good time last night."
She gave him a polite smile, twitching a little when she felt his finger tease at her opening. Biting back a moan, she nodded.
"So did I."
He inserted his finger in, pumping slowly in and out of her. She folded her lips and looked ahead.
"I hope to do it again soon," Gar said in a suggesting way, scratching the back of his neck, nervously.
His finger pumped faster in her, threatening to make her break right there. "Y-Yeah.."
Thirty - three more gone, leaving the three of them alone.
Gar looked at her questioningly. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, her toes curling in her shoes. "Oh, I'm fine."
"You sure? Cause you look really red and out of breath," he commented.
Another finger, she trembled against the man behind her. "Yeah… I'm just a little hot, is all."
"Really? Cause it's not-
"Mr. Logan," Jason interrupted, bored of the conversation. "Didn't I ask you to get intel on the Krawski case?"
The young man blinked. "You did. I'm on my way to get it now, sir."
The elevator dinged: Thirty one.
"Well, this is my floor," Gar announced, stepping towards the door. "Mr. Todd."
"Mr. Logan," he nodded back.
His eyes flicked over to Raven and smiled. "Raven."
"Bye, Garfield," she forced out, stretching her mouth into a smile.
He waved at her before he stepped off the elevator and head off to his destination, the doors closing behind him. Letting out a sigh of relief, her knees buckled, falling back into his arms as he continued to play with her. His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against him, his length still hard as his finger pumped rapidly in her.
She couldn't help the moan that worked past her lips, writhing in his arms as his lips nipped at her ear. "Are you trying to get us caught?"
"Possibly," he hummed, mischievously. "Lovely performance you displayed, Miss Roth. Honestly, if weren't for my fingers being buried inside you, I wouldn't have known. Bravo."
Thirty two.
She closed her eyes and moaned again, a thin layer of sweat coating her forehead and her hands grasping onto his arms as she burned under his touch. "Th-that… Was too close."
He chuckled in her ear again, dipping this lips to the sweet spot on her neck, making her gasp and shiver. "That's the idea…"
His thumb rubbed circles over clit while his fingers continued to pump her, stimulating her senses. Her hips moved against his hand and her head lolled against his shoulder again, mussing up the edges of her bun.
"Adds a bit to the thrill of it, don't you think, Miss Roth?" His voice sounded like melted butter as it danced on her skin.
Her only response was a another breathy moan and a tug at his suit jacket. She could feel his lips grin on her skin.
"As I was saying, Miss Roth…"
Thirty three.
"You're little pawn isn't me and he will never touch you the way I can. He will never kiss you and make you moan, fucking writhe the way I can…" His movements quickened and expletives fell from her tongue as she shook, feeling an orgasm sitting just beneath her navel at the ready.
Thirty four.
"You would do well to remember that," he finished, stealing a few more twitches of his fingers before removing his hand from her and stepping away. She blinked her eyes open, her breathing labored and turned her head to see him standing beside her.
"You're good at this game, Raven," he commented, bringing his fingers that had set her gut on fire to his lips. He turned to look at her as he licked his fingers of her essence while the elevator doors dinged overhead. He smirked at her flushed face and shocked expression when the doors opened.
"But I'm better," and then he left with just a fix of his tie, leaving her behind to deal with what had just happened between them in the elevator.
She huffed, frustratedly and pushed at her hair as his voice rang again in her head.
"A queen might have a dalliance with a pawn, she always returns home to fuck her king."