The Arrangement

Chapter Fifteen

Blair

My legs feel like jelly beneath me and I think the only thing actually keeping me upright is Carter's body pressed up against mine.

Everything about what just happened was intense and as he pants in my ear, his cock still buried inside me, stretching me, I can't help but relish in the feeling.

I can count on one hand the amount of times a man has actually made me cum during sex, and I'd still have fingers left. But Carter just did in the most mind blowing way.

The latex squeaks against the mirror as he slowly pulls out of me and ribbons of his cum spill down my thighs. I'm not expecting it as his hand comes down and pushes it back inside me, causing me to whimper from how sensitive I am.

Then he's gone, he pulls away from me completely the cold air in the dressing room hitting my flushed skin and making me acutely aware of what just happened.

Slowly I turn to face him, not quite sure what expression my going to be met with. I'm pleasantly surprised when his eyes roam down my body and groan slips from his lips as he tucks himself away.

"Your pussy is like fucking heaven" he mutters but then when his eyes meet mine they take a softer form. "Are you okay?" He asks a sincere edge to his tone.

It takes me a moment to gather up my words, still kind of a little lost in the remnants of what's just happened.

"Yeah," I breathe with a nod, and do a little check in with myself. My skin feels like it's on fire, a tingling feeling flowing through me and there's a slight dull ache between my legs but in truth I am okay.

I feel good, liberated even. "I am" I then admit.

Nodding slightly he continues to zip and button himself up. "Is there anything you need to talk through?" He asks and I gather this is part of the 'aftercare' he'd mentioned.

I don't know why I feel a little disappointed but I guess I'd assumed it would be a little different to this, not so cold.

"I don't think so" I admit with a shrug and then bite on my bottom lip.

He seems to notice the action straight away, his brows pinching together, "you sure?"

"I guess I just thought the whole aftercare thing would be a little more... I dunno caring" I admit and then cringe a little when he chuckles.

Coming towards me he signals for me to spin around to face away from him, as I do I feel his knuckles brush against my back as her unzips me.

"It is," he says his voice low, "but we're not finished yet, I'm just more focused on getting you out of this boutique and in my bed where I can fully indulge in every part of you" he growls in my ear and again I feel like my legs are going to turn to jelly beneath me.

The moment the elevator doors close sealing us inside I'm acutely aware that I still have no panties on and that Carter's cum is leaking out of me as we begin our journey up to the penthouse.

He'd insisted I wore something that he brought, a hard edge to his tone as he told me to slip on the pleated skirt and tight fitting vest top I'm wearing now.

Despite the fact he'd just fucked me into oblivion there was something about being told what I could and couldn't wear, that was a massive turn on.

I seem to like him telling me what to do.

The tension in the small spaces mounts as we climb each level, the elevator somehow seeming to be taking its time.

I anxiously glance over to Carter, observing the way his presence seems to completely consume the space. When his eyes meet mine there's a flicker of something that crosses his expression.

"Come here" he says, his voice low and commanding its sends a shiver through me. I feel completely drawn to him, compelled by a force that goes way beyond simple attraction.

As I step closer the pleated skirt, that barely covers my ass sways gently. The fabric is soft against my skin, yet the knowledge of why I'm wearing it adds a layer of complexity to my thoughts. It's not just about the clothing; it's about the dynamic it represents.

Standing before him, I feel a mixture of vulnerability and empowerment. It's a paradox, really. How surrendering control can make me feel stronger, more alive. Carter reaches out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, and I lean into the touch, savoring the moment.

"You look perfect," he murmurs, his gaze intense and unwavering.

His fingers trail down from my cheek, gliding down my neck, over the fabric of my vest until he trails a circle around my pebbled nipple.

I smile, a small, genuine curve of my lips. "I really like it when you tell me what to do," I admit, the words tumbling out in a whisper.

His eyes darken, a spark of something primal flickering in their depths. "Is that so?" he asks, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "Then perhaps I should give you more instructions."

As the words leave his lips there's a thrill that runs through me, igniting every nerve with anticipation.

Carter's hand remains on my chest as he continues to circle my nipple, each sweep creating an intense need. The whole time his gaze holds mine and the air thickens between us.

"Tell me," he says, his voice a low, inviting rumble. "What do you want, Blair?"

The question hangs in the air even though the answer is simple. I want him. I want him to utterly dominate me and body in ways I've never experienced before.

I take a breath, about to reply when the elevator doors slide open. Presenting Ashton stand there before us.

His arms crossed and a very intense glare pointed in my direction. His eyes dart between Carter and me, assessing the scene with a scrutiny that sends a shiver down my spine. The air, once thick with anticipation, now feels electric with tension, every breath a reminder of the unexpected intrusion.

Carter's hand still rests on my chest, a warm weight that contrasts sharply with Ashton's icy glare. I can feel the heat radiating from Carter, a protective presence that amplifies the situation. But with Ashton here, that protective bubble feels precarious, as if it could burst at any moment.

Ashton's voice cuts through the silence, low and edged with an authority that demands attention. "I see you've got her dressed up just how you like," he begins, his tone heavy with what I could swear is a hint of jealousy.

A jealousy I feel has mote to do with him relationship with Carter than with me, even despite his next words.

"Do you intend to keep her to yourself for the rest of the day?" He growls.

"Ash, don't-" Carter begins his tone an obvious warning which Ashton definitely doesn't heed as he cuts him off.

"She signed up for this," he says his voice low and intense. The door goes to slide closed but he quickly reaches out his hand stopping it. "And sharing her is a part of that" he then says I swear all the air gets sucked from my lungs.