by T L Swan
5 pm
I am at Oscar’s waiting for the girls. I’m excited to see them. I have news and it’s good news. Bridget and Abbie arrive fifteen minutes late and walk over to our low sunken leather lounge deep in conversation.
“So then what did you say?” Abbie hunches her shoulders.
“Hi, what’s going on?” I ask. Abbie flops into the lounge, blows out a breath, throws her head back and closes her eyes.
“What’s going on?” I wince.
“Tristan wants to be exclusive.”
“Huh, who’s Tristan?” I frown.
Abbie points at me. “Exactly,” she snaps.
Bridget does wide eyes at me. “Army guy,” she snaps.
“Oh, of course.” I frown. I probably should have known that. “What happened?”
Abbie pulls a sad face at me. “He said he wants to be exclusive or he can’t see me anymore.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “And?”
She throws her arms in the air. “You know I can’t do that.” Bridget and I frown at each other.
“Ok,” I whisper.
“Why in the hell not? You can’t fuck around for the rest of your life,” Bridget snaps.
Abbie scowls at Bridget. “Watch me.” We all fall silent as the waitress comes over and takes our order.
“Change the bloody subject. I’m not discussing this.” Bridget rolls her eyes at me and I nod.
“So what’s happening with Mr Stanton?” Abbie smiles.
I lean back onto the lounge and swoon, “He’s amazing.”
Abbie pulls a disgusted face at Bridget. “He’s not that amazing—he slept with TC.” I shiver at the mention of her name. “What did he say about that?”
“He ‘fessed up that he slept with her.”
“Fuck off,” Bridget snaps.
I nod, “I know, gross huh.”
Abbie fake–punches her hand. “I swear I am going to take that bitch down. First James, now Joshua. Who’s next? Jeremy?” We all nod and agree at the disgusting turn of events.
“What did he say? Oh shit, that’s right, what did he say about his frigging mother?” Bridget puts her hands up to her cheeks.
“Nothing. He told her we are back on.”
“Holy shit,” Abbie whispers, wide–eyed.
“We’ve decided we are going to try to make a go of it.” They both smile beaming smiles at me which I can’t help returning. “He sent me roses and lingerie today and said I will be picked up at eight by my bodyguard.”
They both frown at me. “Fuck off,” Abbie snaps. “You have a fucking bodyguard now?”
I frown and nod. “Apparently I need one.”
“This is James Bond shit and, trust me, you are no Bond girl.”
I laugh. “You’ve got that right.” A little girl walks up to us while her mother orders.
“Hello,” Abbie smiles.
The little girl glares at us and walks off. Abbie hunches her shoulders and laughs.
“Getting clucky, Abbie?” I ask.
“God no,” she winces. “I don’t cluck, I fuck.” We all burst out laughing.
“What about you Bridge. How’s Jeremy?” She smiles and fake–bats her eyelashes.
“Perfect,” Abbie does cross–eyes and lurches to simulate throwing up. Hmm, I nod. How do you go from thinking a guy is playing up to being totally in love in the space of three weeks?
Bridget grabs my arm. “Oh shit, I forgot. What did Josh say about Ivy?”
I frown. “Who’s Ivy?”
Bridget rolls her eyes. “The frigging vet.”
I pull a disgusted face. “You mean Amelie.”
She nods, “Yeah, that’s her.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I didn’t ask him.”
“Why in the hell not?”
I blow out a breath. “At that point of our massive argument I was more worried about TC.”
“Oh shit, what did he say about her?” Abbie is seated on the front of the chair with bated breath waiting for my answer.
“I’m actually embarrassed to tell you.” I wince as I imagine their reaction. Too bad I’m not lying to cover his sleazy ass. “She’s a prostitute that he had sex with.”
“Fuck off!” Bridget snaps. Abbie’s eyes are the size of the saucers.
“No way.”
“Unfortunately yes.” The girls both sit in silence with frowns on their face. I sip my coffee, acting totally unaffected that my boyfriend uses prostitutes.
“And you’re ok with this?” I hunch my shoulders.
“Seriously, you need to change your job. You are so desensitized to this shit it’s frigging scary.”
Is that true? I smile to myself—of course it is. Every second male I see is a sex addict who frequents prostitutes. In fact I think prostitutes do a great service to the community. Imagine the rape crimes if unstable men had no other way of getting their needs met. I shrug my shoulders.
“As long as he is loyal to me now is what matters in this early stage of our relationship.”
Abbie rolls her eyes. “Who are you convincing—us or yourself?” I pull a sad smile and hunch my shoulders again.
“You’re right,” I whisper. “This is messed up but I don’t really know how to deal with this so I’m going with denial.”
“Idiot,” Bridget snaps.
“Totally,” I whisper.
The driver opens the door of the car and I nervously slide out. I am pimped to the nines in the lingerie and sexy dress Joshua has bought me and I’m wearing sky–high stilettos. The dress is stunning and it’s a perfect fit. When did he have time to buy it? Max walks me through to the desk and announces to the three ladies behind the desk, “Mr Stanton’s guest.” They all look at me up and down and smile.
“Second elevator on the left.” The blonde one smiles. “Fourth floor.” A guard comes over and accompanies us to the lift and pushes the buttons for us on the outside of the lift. I think this is strange until I realise there are no buttons on the inside. This place is very exclusive. As we enter the lift a horrifying thought crosses my mind. Do they think I’m a prostitute? Probably… stop thinking. Max stays silent next to me in the elevator and my heart–rate is jumping through my chest. This place is probably the most luxurious hotel I have ever been in. It’s breathtaking. Is this what he was talking about with the expensive life thing? Is this normal for him? I shake my head.
“How the other half live, hey,” I sigh to Max. He smiles and nods, understanding my meaning. We walk up a wide corridor. Exclusive artwork lines the walls and the carpet is plush underfoot. Large fresh flowers adorn the antique benches. Beautiful chandeliers hang low. The sheer grandeur of this place only adds to my nerves. We finally arrive at the door.
“I will be out here for you, ma’am, if you need me.”
I frown, “Are you staying out in the corridor all night?” I’m mortified.
He smiles. “No. Mr Stanton has booked the whole floor. Ben and I have our own apartments too.” He winks at me and I smile. There has to be some perks to guarding a billionaire. He steps back to allow me privacy to knock. Why in the hell am I so nervous? It’s because I am feeling out of my league here in this exotic place. I feel like bloody Bridget Jones in a Hollywood blockbuster movie.
The door opens and there he is. The finest male specimen on earth in a black dinner suit. My heart stops; I have never seen him in a dinner suit and black tie. He looks breathtaking. He stands back to allow me to enter and nods to Max in appreciation for getting me there safely. I enter and gasp at the sight. The room is half dark with only the lamps and a row of gentle spotlights around the perimeter of the roof. The back wall has a breathtaking view of the Sydney skyscraper lights, Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. He closes the door behind me. My eyes shoot back to Mr Stanton. That’s who he is tonight. I can feel the dominance oozing from his every pore. My throat is dry as I look him up and down. The sexual tension in the air is thick with anticipation, my heart racing. His eyes hungrily scan from
my head to my toes and back up again, and he cracks his neck. Hmm, there it is. He holds up his hand for me as he smiles affectionately. I take it and he wraps me in an embrace. He retrieves something out of his pocket and points it at the wall and a loud beat fills the space. I smile—it’s the song I sent him today. ‘Dark Horse’, the sexiest song I have ever heard. He starts to move his hips in time to the beat and pulls me close so we are dancing a slow sensual dance, backwards and forwards. He pulls something out of his pocket and points it towards the wall and three huge screens light up around the perimeter of the room, all with different angles of us. My eyes shoot back to his in realisation of what’s going on here and he smiles a slow knowing sexy smile. His head is on an angle as he waits for my approval. He tenderly grabs my face with his two hands and swipes his tongue through my lips hungrily, as his hips keep dancing. I can’t help it. I get lost in his kiss and the provocative dance he has me dancing here.
“I missed my beautiful girl today,” he whispers into my neck. Warmth spreads through me at his intimate words. I could get used to this. As he is dancing, his lips follow down the length of my neck and he gently sucks me, all the while gently dancing the erotic dance with his hips. I look over his shoulder and reality sinks in. Holy shit. There are three cameras around the room on tripods. One is angled toward the double ottoman in the middle of the lounge room where a spotlight is also angled. He kisses me again more deeply, more passionately and I know I had good reason to be nervous. My gut feeling was onto something. I know what’s going on here.
Josh’s kink is coming to life… We are making a porno.
Chapter 19
As Katy Perry’s velvety voice sings the seductive words to ‘Dark Horse’, the addictive sexy music fills the room and my senses through the sound system.
We start dancing to the sensual words that are being sung. Ok, how did I end up in an exclusive hotel? In what is definitely no celebration dinner. This is a planned seduction and you know what? It’s working. I’m totally seduced. This beautiful man dancing sexily up to me, grinding against me and pulling me onto his erection in a black dinner suit. His erotic demanding kisses and the pure dominance in his stance has me begging to be part of his kink world, begging to please him.
The words are hypnotic…applying just to us. The beat turning me inside out .
He keeps our hips dancing to the slow beat. His eyes penetrate mine as his hands gently start to move up my legs, lifting my dress for the cameras. He runs his finger along the garter strap as he rests his lips on my temple. He twirls me around suddenly to the music and I laugh out loud. His lips are on me again, his teeth grazing my neck as his arousal level amps up a couple of notches. He lifts one of my legs and hooks it around his hip. I find I am holding my breath as I feel a rush of cream to my core and my nipples harden under his expert hands. His hand rubs from my knee up to my behind and he grabs it hard, grinding himself onto me. His pupils are dilated and his mouth is open. He cracks his neck. My eyes drop to his lips.
He turns me so my back is to his front and he continues the slow circular hip sway. I could come from just this. This man is the maestro of seduction. His hands caress my breasts and follow my body and he gently starts to lift my dress. He kisses my neck and whispers into my ear.
“Watch.” My eyes drift to the screen before us and I am openly shocked at just how hot we look. His arousal level is off the charts, I can see it in his eyes. Not surprisingly, I look like I am about to burst into orgasm at any second. I can see through my lace panties and my thighs as he lifts my dress. He raises my arms so they are around his neck behind me as his hands drift up and down my body, each time lifting my dress and exposing my lingerie just that little bit more to the cameras. I can feel the pulse between my legs as I watch the two of us in IMAX erotically dance in time to this sexy music. The song finishes and starts again and I smile as realisation hits that it is on repeat. He bends at the knees so he is lower than me and opens my legs to the cameras, slowly sliding his hands up my inner thighs.
“I’m aching for my precious girl,” he whispers into my ear. “I need to be inside her.” He runs his fingertips over my lace panties and feels the shape of my most erotic core. “You’re so wet for me baby…dripping. Do you know hard you make me?” He’s good alright.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispers. My eyes flick to the screen and he runs his fingers around the rim of my garter belt and bites my neck hard. Oh shit, I don’t believe this. I whimper as an orgasm gently pulses through me. He kisses me passionately again and he turns and pushes me up against the wall.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers. The orgasm fog temporarily lifts and I think to myself, fucking embarrassing more like. I can’t believe I came without him even touching me. He steps back from me, still while moving his hips to the music. He’s such a good dancer. He gently starts to undo the bows of my dress one at a time. He is concentrating on the bows, looking down, and I pull his chin up to my face level. I need him to see what he means to me. His eyes meet mine and he stops what he is doing to put his hands on either side of my head on the wall.
“Do you know how much I fucking adore you?” he whispers and tears fill my eyes. He speaks the truth. I can feel it. He doesn’t just adore me, he loves me. This isn’t a sleazy stick film we are making. This is a declaration of our love. My tears start to flow freely as I grab him by the face and kiss him with everything I have. I need him to know how much I desperately love him, how desperately I need him.
“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispers. “Just know that this is it for us.” He kisses me deeply. “We will never be apart again…I promise you.” I bite my bottom lip and smile as he gently wipes the tears with his thumbs from my eyes then releases me again to continue untying the bows. I come to an internal decision. You know what? If it’s kink my man wants, then it’s kink my man is going to get. He deserves my best and if he wants to watch this film again tomorrow and the day after that then so be it. Hell, he can put it on the national news for all I care.
We keep moving slowly, dancing erotically against each other.
My dress drops to the ground and I am standing before him in my corset, suspender belt, panties, stockings and stilettos. His eyes drop hungrily down the length of my body and once again he ticks his jaw and cracks his neck. He grabs my hand and walks me back to the middle of the room where he pulls me into an embrace and gently starts to dance with me again, his hips demanding attention. He is really moving to the beat now and I know for sure that every time I hear this song in the future I will probably orgasm by picturing him just like this, dancing to this song. I reach up and start to undress him. I first remove his jacket and I throw it on the back of the lounge. Our hips are still swaying in time to the sensual beat. I slowly take off his tie and put it around my neck as I go in for a swipe with my tongue. He starts to lose control. I know he is tempering his arousal by sheer will alone. His hands grab my behind as he pulls me into his hard length and my eyes close at the contact. I remove his shirt and am rewarded by the sight of his rippled torso. My name branding his body, I bend to kiss his tattoo. He gently rubs the back of my hair and pulls me back up to a standing position.
“Not tonight,” he whispers. Huh he doesn’t want my mouth on him…that’s different. Then I remember the cameras. He doesn’t want me giving him a head job on film and I fall just that bit deeper in love with him. Even in this he is thinking of me, putting my needs before his. He doesn’t want this to appear smutty. I undo his pants and he kicks off his shoes and removes his socks. I slowly peel him out of his pants and we gently start to sway to the music in sync with each other.
We keep dancing and I have lost track of how many time my new favourite song has played. Our kissing has turned desperate and I can tell just by his breathing how close he is to orgasm, his fingers digging desperately into my behind. My hands are clutching his head, dragging him down to me. His beautiful length is becoming painful against my stomach. I need him inside me. He turns
me towards one of the cabinets along the wall. I know a camera is situated on top of it. He bends me over it and I place my two hands on top of it to hold myself up as he kisses my neck from behind. He drops to his knees behind me and slowly peels my panties down my legs. He pushes my torso forward and starts to gently lick me from behind. My mouth is open as he takes his time pleasuring me on his knees. I’m close again. Why am I so damn responsive to this god? Slowly he pushes two fingers into me with a twist of his hand and I groan and close my eyes. He starts to take over my body as he slowly fucks me with his fingers, each stroke stronger than the last. My hair is everywhere and a sheen of perspiration covers our bodies.
His mouth is open on the small of my lower back, his breathing is laboured and I know he’s going to come soon, very soon. I look up into the camera and he pushes me hard forward with his fingers and I throw my head back at the delightful sensation, my mouth falling slack. I look directly into the camera and mouth the words.
“I love you.”
The toxic rhythm of the beat sounds loud in our ears. I want him to watch this film and feel my euphoria at his touch, the depth of my love for him. I want him to have it on film as a silent witness. He twists his fingers again and I groan and fall into another intense orgasm. I am overtaken. I slump forward and he leans over me and pulls my hair over to one side of my neck and kisses my shoulder blade, his breath quivering. He needs me to take care of him. I turn and dive my tongue into his mouth and with renewed vigour I mouth the words to him.
