The Blue Dress
Chapter Fifteen: White Queen Moves
"Miss Roth, you've got a call from Mr. Todd on line one," she heard her receptionists voice call out from the speaker on her desk.
Raven's brow arched, looking up from her files and tapping the end of her pen on the desk. Mr. Todd calling for her? What could he possibly want now?
Clearing her throat, she reached for the phone and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Miss Roth," his voice came through, his voice smooth as ever. "I found something in the 2012 files that give us a break in the case. I was wondering if I can have your opinion and meet with you this afternoon."
Oh… So that's what he wanted…
She licked her lips, looking back to her own files on her desk, scribbling down a note.
"I can't tonight, Mr. Todd," she answered. "I have a date."
She could hear him seethe on the other side of the phone. She felt the corner of her lip turn up in a grin.
"So soon, Miss Roth?"
"He came down to my office and asked if I was available. I told him I was and now I have a date tonight. Is there a problem?" She asked, pointedly.
"No, I'm just naturally curious," he answered. "In fact, could you answer something for me?"
"Oh, you are just full of questions today," she sighed, sitting back in her chair. "Fine, what is it?"
There was a brief pause. "When he takes you home tonight… Are you going to let him in?"
Her first instinct was say no and condemn him for asking her that but she bit her tongue, remembering that they were playing a game. And one of her biggest cards was his slight jealousy.
Pushing a piece of her hair back behind her ear, she clicked her tongue. "Not that it's any of your business but…it's possible."
He hummed on the phone but said nothing, reminding her of their little fiasco in the elevator shaft, making her shift slightly.
"Why? Worried about my virtue, Mr. Todd?" She coughed.
A low chuckle filled her ear. "On the contrary, Miss Roth. Even if I were to believe that you would let him in to your place on the second date, I know that nothing would happen between you two."
"And why do you say that?"
"Simple," he sighed. "Because he's not me."
She rolled her eyes at his answer. "And what does that have anything to do with it?"
"I noticed after our… Elevator ride together," he spoke slowly. "It took you a few minutes to get to our meeting."
She swallowed loudly. "Yes?"
"Tell me, Miss Roth, did you have to touch yourself afterwards?" He spoke lowly, exciting her for the second time that day.
Biting her lip, she looked up at her ceiling and considered lying again. Her voice betrayed her. "…Yes."
Another low rumble came from the speaker. "Did you fantasize about me? About what I did to you? What I could do to you?"
Her teeth gnashed together. "What does this-
"Answer the question, Miss Roth."
She banged her head on the chair behind her and tried to lie again but she couldn't. "Yes, I did."
Ugh… She could hear his smirk. How she wanted to slap it right off him.
"That's how I know nothing will happen between you two."
"Because I fantasized about you?" The words rolled off of her tongue easily before she could stop them.
"As I said in the elevator, Miss Roth, he will never touch you the way that I can," his voice sounded like sin: pleasurable and agonizing at the same time. "Care if I tell you a secret, Miss Roth?"
She blinked at the sudden change of topic but played along with it. "Sounds like you're going to tell me either way."
His laugh ran down her spine. "If it was me going home with you tonight…we would barely make it through the front door."
She felt her gut twinge at the words, his voice still low and silky and teasing. She inhaled deeply as she continued to listen.
"If it was me… I'd push you against the nearest thing I could find and kiss you on your cheeks… On your jaw… Your soft lips, my tongue dancing with yours. I'd kiss and lick at your neck and bite and suck on that bruise there."
She swallowed as her hand slid from her desk to her lap, inching slowly up to the top of her skirt for the second time that day. She closed her eyes as images of his hands ran over her body, pulling and squeezing her in all of the right places, his lips hot on her mouth.
"And then, I'd dip my hands under that blue dress with the buttons and push it up over your hips so it would be easier for me to touch you. And I'd push your panties to the side because I don't have the patience to take them off you because the need to hear you say my name outweighs the need for romance."
Gasping softly, she bit her lip and lifted her head up to the ceiling, feeling the fire spark in her loins and spread through her like wildfire. She closed her eyes as her hand began to dip under her skirt.
"I'd use my thumb to play with your clit while my other two fingers stroke you, long and slow," he dragged out and she cursed the heavens for giving him such a voice. "Waiting for you, teasing you until you're soaking wet.
She sighed softly as her fingers reached her, pressing down on herself with practiced pressure as she thought about his fingers on her again, taking her against the wall.
"And then, just as you think I'm going to fuck you with my fingers, I'd drop to my knees and kiss your up thigh, my thumb still on your clit. And then, I would kiss you there."
She shivered, thinking about his head between her legs, on his knees like a call to prayer and she was his goddess. She thought about his green eyes looking up at her, watching her with a knowing smirk as he teased her. Her hips bucked slightly to her hand while it circled her clit.
"I would lick and suck at your clit while my fingers bury themselves inside you, going in and out, just the way you like. Slow, at first but picking up speed as I finger fuck you. I'd swirl my tongue around you, tasting you, devouring you over and over again until you were begging for me to let you come."
She bit her lip and suppressed a moan of pleasure while her fingers worked her, imagining how it would feel to have his wicked tongue doing all sort of pleasurable things to her.
"Then, I would stand up and kiss your lips. Letting you taste yourself so that you would know exactly what I did to you. What I can do to you."
Hearing the arrogance in his voice made her snap out of the fantasy, remembering that there was a game going on that she was currently losing. She pulled her fingers from off her and set her jaw.
"And then-
"And then, I'd push you against the wall," she interrupted, her voice low and seductive. "And I'd kiss and lick your neck while my hands work to loosen your belt, pushing your clothes down."
Silence.
She smirked as she tossed her head up against her chair, calling forth all of the naughty things she thought about doing to him.
"I'd wrap my hand around you, moving it slowly up and down your cock, picking up speed until I had you shivering under my touch. And then, I'd drop to my knees."
She heard his audible swallow in her ear. She licked her lips as she continued.
"I wouldn't put my mouth on you just yet. No, I would want to look at it, admire it while I jerk you off. Then, I'd look up at you, making sure you're watching me when I lick your tip, flicking my tongue up and down before swirling it around."
He made no attempts to hide the low groan that came from his throat, her smirk growing wider.
"And then, I lick your cock from the base up to your tip, my tongue swirling around it again before going back down and licking you again. And then, I would take you - all of you- in my mouth until you hit the back of my throat."
She heard a strained curse come from his line. She continued.
"And then, I'd suck you off. Moving my head up and down and up and down over and over and over again. Swirling my tongue around you before taking you in my mouth again, using my hand sometimes. And then, I would sit back… And let you fuck my face."
Another groan. And it took everything in her not to laugh at how the tables turned.
"I let you fuck my face until you come, swallowing everything you have to offer. And when you're done… I'd stand up and kiss you. So that you could taste exactly what I did to you. What I can and will do to you."
Still silent.
She licked her lips again and tilted her head. "Do well to remember that in chess the queen is the most powerful piece on the board and should never be trifled with. And while a king may be quite the force and can take many a soldier down in his stride, he should never underestimate a queen. His queen."
Still silence. She chuckled, sitting up in her chair and looking back at her work.
"Enjoy your hand tonight, Mr. Todd."
Click.