Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 19
BLAIRE
The luxurious car dropped me off at the lobby of a hotel that stood in stark contrast to the one we had visited earlier that day. While equally elegant and opulent, this establishment held its own unique charm. As I gracefully entered the building, the plush surroundings exuding an air of exclusivity, my phone vibrated, signaling an incoming call. It was him.
“Hi, I’m in the lobby. I’m going up now,” I greeted him as I answered the call.
“I’m on the eighth floor,” he informed me, his voice carrying a note of excitement.
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“Oh, I responded, a touch of surprise coloring my voice. “But the restaurant is on the top floor.”
A revelation followed his next words: “I booked us a room. I asked them to prepare a
table here.”
A smile crept across my face as I realized the extent of my husband’s romantic intentions. I chuckled, appreciating his insatiable desire to create memorable moments. “Okay, I’ll be heading to the elevator now.”
However, his next directive caught me off guard. “Take the stairs, he commanded, his tone surprisingly serious.
My confusion bubbled forth as I questioned, “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not,” he replied with unwavering seriousness.
“B-But why…” I began to inquire, only to be abruptly cut off.
“Stop with questions, and do as I say, Blaire. You’ll figure it out why,” he stated before decisively ending the call.
Annoyed and hesitant, I hesitated for a moment before relenting and opting for the stairs, following his unconventional command. As I was looking for the emergency stairs, a man in a suit approached me.
“This way, ma’am,” he said before leading the way. He opened the door for me, and once I got inside, he stood outside the door as if he were guarding it.
As I started going up the stairs, my steps echoed through the staircase as I ascended, each footfall resonating with a mix of frustration and curiosity. Yet, with every flight, the reason behind his directive slowly unraveled.
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The rhythmic movement of climbing stairs induced an unexpected sensation between my legs caused by the thing that I was wearing. “Aaaahhh…fck,” I whispered to myself as the growing pleasure became increasingly difficult to ignore. Gripping the handrail tightly, I continued my ascent, the journey transforming into a sensual adventure.
Midway through, an unexpected surprise awaited me. A discreet device tucked between my legs suddenly vibrated, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my b*dy. “Oooohh…sh*t!” I involuntarily exclaimed, attempting to maintain composure. Squeezing my legs tightly, I felt an exquisite vulnerability overtaking me, and my weakened legs sought support from the steadfast handrail.

The revelation hit me like a sudden burst of electricity-his directive went beyond the mere act of reaching the eighth floor. There was a deliberate intention behind his command, and the stairs were not just a means to an end; they were an unexpected journey into the realm of heightened sensations.
As I ascended the staircase, the discreet device nestled be my legs continued its clandestine operation. The vibrations persisted, their intensity amplifying with each step I took. Climbing up became a delicate dance between maintaining composure and succumbing to the mounting pleasure that surged through me.
With every floor that passed beneath my feet, the sensations grew stronger, the device seemingly attuned to the rhythm of my ascent. The device, vibrating in tandem with my movements, transformed the mundane act of climbing stairs into a sensual experience.
As the eighth floor approached, the anticipation mingled with a heightened awareness of the vibrations between my legs. I reached the last floor. I opened the door, and there he was waiting for me with a mischievous grin on his lips.
“You did great, my love,” he said before snaking his arms around my waist and dipping his head to claim my lips in a passionate k*ss.
Our lips continued their dance as we tried to navigate our way towards our room. without breaking our k*ss. I had lost all the rationality in my head the moment I took that step from the ground. The moment the door closed behind us, I quickly started. undressing him.
He chuckles, “We should have dinner first,” he suggested.
“Fck the dinner,” I answered seriously as I continued to remove his clothes.
“But didn’t we come here for that?” He said it innocently, as if he had no idea why I’m acting like this.
“If you really wanted to, you shouldn’t have made me take the stairs,” I said, squinting my eyes at him.
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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, acting innocently.
“You perfectly know what you did there, Sebastian!”
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“You mean,” he said with an innocent face as he raised his arm with a phone in his hand.
I frowned, not knowing exactly what he meant by that. But when he started pressing something on his phone, the device inside me started to vibrate again.
“Aaaaahhhhh…holy fck!” I screamed in pleasure as I kneeled on the ground when my legs started to betray me..
Without missing a beat, he effortlessly lifted me from the floor and gently deposited me onto the bed, where the rhythmic vibrations of the vibrator continued their blissful dance.
A gulp
bed. Wiped me as I observed him retrieve a chair, positioning it at the foot of the
a gentle push, I settled against the headboard, my breaths coming out in erratic, heavy waves. The device persisted in its tantalizing endeavors, casting an intimate ambiance over the room.
His every move seemed deliberate as he took a seat on the chair, crossing his legs with an air of self-assurance. His gaze bore into mine, intense and focused, creating a magnetic connection that heightened the anticipation in the room.
The vibrations continued their sensual melody, echoing through the air as I navigated the waves of pleasure. The atmosphere became charged with an undeniable tension, accentuated by his unwavering stare. I could feel the heat rising within me–a potent mix of desire and the unknown.
Silence hung between us, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the device. His gaze spoke volumes, conveying a silent understanding of the unspoken desires coursing through the room. The chair creaked softly as he shifted his position, his eyes never straying from mine.
As I continued to succumb to the captivating rhythm, he broke the silence with a teasing comment: “Enjoying the show?” His voice, laced with playfulness, added another layer of intimacy to the charged atmosphere.
A shy smile tugged at my lips as I responded, “You certainly know how to make an
entrance.”
His chuckle reverberated through the room, and he leaned forward, maintaining eye. contact. “Remove your pants,” he ordered once again.
The air in the room thickened with an electrifying tension as I delicately slid down my pants. With a swift motion, I tossed my pants toward him, watching as he effortlessly
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caught them in his grasp.
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A sly smirk crept across his face, and he brought the delicate fabric closer to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering essence with unabashed intensity. The simple act of him reveling in the scent sent a jolt through the room, igniting a palpable heat that settled in the pit of my stomach.
My throat tightened as a dry sensation enveloped me. The atmosphere crac kled with a mix of desire and arousal, creating a magnetic pull between us.
“Open your legs widely, I heard him say while I was in the middle of turmoil. Despite my mind being hazy, I still manage to do as he says.
The room seemed to pulse with anticipation as he deftly increased the pressure on the vibrator, sending shivers of pleasure racing through my b*dy. My grip on the sheets. tightened, fingers entwined in the fabric as if grounding myself amidst the rising tide of pleasure. The room became an intimate cocoon, enveloped in the melody of desire and the symphony of unabashed moans escaping my lips.
As the vibrator continued its bewitching dance, the room became a sanctuary of unrestrained passion, echoing with the undeniable sounds of ecstasy and surrender. Each moan, a testament to the convergence of intimacy and desire, reverberated through the air, capturing the essence of a moment suspended in the intoxicating dance of pleasure.
“Oooohhh..fck!” I screamed loudly when he suddenly turned it up to the highest point. My b*dy shivers in too much pleasure, and I can already feel the peak of my Or gasm. “Oohh…yes…more…I want more…” I pleaded as the sweet tingling sensation started to build on top of my belly. I know that it won’t take long before I finally reach my limit. But whenever I’m about to have my release, he will turn it off. “Fck! Ooohh, make me CV!” I yelled.
“Beg me,” he said.