Trixie Provoked

by Viktor Redreich

  She went in earlier than everyone else on her floor, trudged through her backlog and refused to leave until she’d ticked off all the tasks on her to-do list. Not much was different in that regard. Only the bandage on her forehead covering the scar from the crash indicated any suffering on her part.

  She came to the hospital after work every day to have the bandage changed by one of the nurses and to visit Jake.

  The nurses only allowed her to visit him for a few minutes at a time and she always spent the first of those ensuring with the staff that he was cleaned and cared for before speaking to his unresponsive body.

  Sandra had not yet returned from her trip to France and Trixie hadn’t seen any sign of Rick since that first day.

  Trixie was disappointed with the lack of concern his parents had shown for his health, but she was glad she didn’t have to face them.

  Another day had passed, and Jake was awake for short periods now.

  He was being kept under heavy medication to dull his pain. Intermittent periods of wakefulness would be the norm for at least a few more days.

  In a full-body cast, he couldn’t move at all.

  He was responding to her talks now, though, and she couldn’t have been happier. She kept their conversation light so he wouldn’t get worked up. She didn’t want anything to hinder the progress he’d made so far.

  “So,” he said, and she could hear the teasing in his voice even though his eyes were drooping. “The doctor tells me you almost bit my dick off. If I had died, that would’ve been quite the way to go.”

  Trixie gave him a nervous chuckle and examined his expression for any sign of distress.

  The laugh fell flat, and she said, “I’m so sorry, Jake. You have no idea how bad I feel about it.”

  “No worries, babe. It was all my fault. I’m the one who got us into that whole mess in the first place. I’m the one who asked you to blow me while I was driving, remember?”

  Continuing to study him, Trixie declined to speak.

  Jake was a highly virile man and knowing that his sexual functions were now so severely limited must have been difficult.

  He hid his difficulties well though, showing no indication of discomfort. Perhaps it was all the medication he was on that kept him from becoming an emotional wreck.

  “Do you still love me now that I’m a dickless wonder?” he asked, still with that dopy, playful expression.

  Trixie couldn’t find it within herself to laugh with him, so she said, “Of course, I still love you, babe. I always will, no matter what. Besides, your penis is going to be in fine working condition soon. I spoke with the doctor, and he assured me he’ll do everything within his power to make sure your penis is fully functional once it heals.”

  “That sounds good because I am looking forward to feeling your warm pussy around my cock again. Life would not be worth living if I could never fuck you again.”

  “Yeah,” was all Trixie could say watching his eyes close.

  She thought he was asleep.

  But he opened his eyes after a few minutes and laughed like something funny had just occurred and said, “I guess moving to China isn’t happening any time soon.”

  “Neither is the wedding,” sighed Trixie, feeling an odd sense of relief.

  Chapter 10

  Touch but don’t taste

  Almost six weeks had passed since Trixie had been discharged from hospital, and she was now on a business trip in China. With Rick.

  They’d spent the last three weeks there visiting suppliers, inspecting raw materials and negotiating deals, and their time in the vast Asian nation was now coming to an end. Rick had asked her to go in his son’s place after the accident left the younger man in no shape to travel, especially on a trip of such importance.

  Jake had been released from hospital only to be placed under intensive care at home. Jake needed someone with him around the clock and Rick had hired a nurse to tend to every one of his needs.

  Trixie, Rick, and five wealthy Chinese businessmen were now sitting around an ornate round table in a fine dining Shanghainese restaurant. From their privileged vantage point overlooking the mighty Yang-Tze river, Rick was making jokes, raising toasts and telling tales in his bid to win the hearts of the well-heeled gentlemen. Indeed, gaining the approval of such influential men would mean great things for the expansion of Rick’s ventures into the furthest reaches of Asia.

  Trixie was the only woman at the table. She was dressed to impress in rosy pink Mandarin dress and at her most professional as she chimed in on matters of tremendous significance.

  The group had been at it for a few hours. The sun was now setting, and everyone was about ready to wrap it up.

  Rick and Trixie shook hands with the men and said goodbye.

  Trixie tried not to show it, but she was floored when Rick started speaking in the native language. Smiles and laughter broke out, and the men couldn’t hide their admiration.

  A few minutes later, Rick and Trixie were speeding away from the venue in the backseat of a chauffeured limousine.

  “I thought the day would never end,” Trixie sighed as she tried to work the kinks out of her back.

  Her breasts pushed against the fabric of the silken qípáo, and her nipples peaked as they rubbed against the smooth, luxurious material.

  She’d chosen to go braless after feeling the cloth on her skin and couldn’t help but smile to herself when Rick’s eyes were drawn to the area in spite of his apparent efforts not to stare.

  He cleared his throat and looked away before answering, “I know what you mean. It’s been a grueling few weeks, hasn’t it?”

  Trixie almost smirked at his reaction, but quickly tempered her responses when she remembered her promise to herself, and to Jake. She was engaged to Jake. She’d also made a promise to Sandra to maintain a respectful distance from her husband.

  Chasing cheap thrills was now a thing of the past.

  She, therefore, dropped her hands, demurely, to her thighs and replied in a friendly tone that contained not even a hint of the seductive energy she would have unleashed upon him under different circumstances.

  The two of them had never spoken about what had happened between them that one fateful night when she’d worked late in her office and he’d taken her out for drinks. Throughout their weeks in China, things had remained strictly professional between the two of them.

  That’s why it was a bit of a surprise to Trixie when Rick suggested they celebrate with a drink together when they returned to their hotel.

  “Let me just freshen up a bit,” Trixie said and went to her room.

  Rick had not spared any expense and the hotel suite they were staying in consisted of two bedrooms with a common area that housed a full living room, dining table, and kitchen.

  It was there that the couple sat when Trixie emerged wearing in a loose dress that clung to her skin one moment then teased with a silhouette of her frame the next.

  She was barefoot and braless, comfortable yet sexy.

  Rick had also changed out of the full suit he’d worn earlier and was now dressed in a casual tee and lounge pants. He was also without shoes, giving her a glance of his long, straight, and strangely beautiful feet.

  Although nothing physical had happened between Rick and Trixie since that fateful night, it seemed that Trixie’s body had a mind of its own, acting like no time had passed at all.

  Nonetheless, she tried very hard to keep things friendly. Rick didn’t make it easy for her. Sipping amber liquid from the tumbler in his hand, he looked at her intensely and said, “You’re beautiful.”

  She gulped a big sip of her red wine and had to look away from the power of his gaze. She shuddered on the inside but managed to sound composed when she replied with a “thank you.”

  Rick placed a hand on her thigh, and she felt the heat of his touch through her dress.

  Her whole body trembled from the contact. Combined with the knowing glint in his eye, she knew that he felt her trem
ors.

  “It’s no false flattery, Trixie. I mean it. I’m very lucky to have had such a beautiful and intelligent girl accompany me on this business trip. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.” he continued as his thumb started to make small, light circles on her thigh.

  Another gulp of wine then, “You’re a very handsome man as well. Sandra is lucky to have you. Your hard work and your dedication to building a company from the ground up are admirable. And managing to keep in such great shape while doing all that, I’m amazed at what a great body you have.”

  Trixie’s brain began blaring those warning signs again. Danger her mind screamed at her, proceed with caution.

  She should have put an end to it and headed back to her room.

  Yet she remained firmly rooted in place soaking up this man’s amorous attentions. Her brain seemed no match for the needs of her pussy.

  “I go swimming regularly,” he said.

  He was going to say more, she could tell, but the spell between them was broken by the shrill ring of his cell phone.

  They both looked to where it was situated, and Rick sighed.

  Trixie knew he couldn’t ignore the summoning. The company was in a rocky position, and a lot was going on especially since everyone had been working double-time to get a disgruntled Mr. Nakamura from Japan back on board.

  It was a difficult decision for Rick to leave his company for three weeks and come all the way to China, but he didn’t really have a choice. Jake had originally been tasked with this negotiation, but with the accident, he was still out of commission.

  “I need to get this,” Rick said as the phone continued to signal for his attention.

  Trixie watched his ass clench as he walked away. She needed another sip of her drink, but she found that the glass was empty.

  She got up to pour herself another.

  Only one minute into the call, it was obvious Rick was stressed and under immense pressure from all directions. He sat on one of the couches and rubbed the back of his neck.

  His broad shoulders were set in a tense line, his eyes were filled with frustration.

  Trixie felt terrible for him and wished she could have done something to make him feel better.

  Without a second thought, she put the glass of wine down and went to stand behind the couch.

  He flinched for a moment when she put her hands on his back but relaxed right away when she began to massage his neck and shoulders.

  Her fingers dug into his hard muscles, and he had to cover the front of the phone, so the person on the other line couldn’t hear him groan.

  Trixie was really good at giving massages, and Rick seemed to soak up her expert touch as he talked and eventually ended the call.

  He seemed to melt under her touch. She was affected as well.

  She squirmed where she stood, the ache between her legs growing.

  “You’re really good at that,” Rick confirmed after the few minutes of silence following the call. “Thank you,” she replied. “You’re stressed. Let me just help you relax.”

  “You certainly are. But you know what would help me relax even more?”

  “What’s that?” she softly returned.

  Another groan escaped him as she kneaded a particularly tight spot. She felt every decibel deep in her core.

  “How about we take this to the bedroom where you can give me a proper massage?”

  Silence followed his suggestion. Trixie’s fingers were frozen on his shoulders.

  Don’t do it, Trixie, a voice inside her head warned. Just decline politely and go to your room.

  Trixie knew the right thing to do. She knew what she should have done.

  Still, she found herself telling Rick, “Okay.”

  “Great,” he answered. “Let me just have a shower first, though.”

  Ten minutes later, she was waiting for him in his bedroom.

  She sat on the bed with a few scented oils next to her that she’d gathered from the vanity kit her room.

  A sense of déjà vu hit when Rick came out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel, his tanned skin still damp from the shower.

  Her throat grew dry, and her panties became soaked from just looking at that yummy man.

  She had to look away as she handed him a dry towel, instructed him to lie face down on the bed, and to cover his butt with the towel.

  He obeyed and closed his eyes.

  For a moment she was too paralyzed to do anything but gaze at the magnificent body spread out before her.

  Her conscience and physical needs battled before she resolved to keep it PG-13. She was not going to have sex this man, but there was nothing wrong in helping him relieve his stress with a massage.

  She climbed onto the bed and straddled his firm buttocks.

  Squirting some of the oil into her left hand, she rubbed both her hands together to heat up the liquid before rubbing it into his soft, firm skin.

  Moving her hand up and down his back she took her time to ease all the tension out of his muscles pressing the base of her hands into his tense fibers to help him relax.

  Then she took more oil and scooted down to give the back of his legs the same treatment.

  She kept her eyes on the smooth, tight muscle tone of his body, so she didn’t peek under the white towel riding higher and revealing more with her motions.

  He was making soft, deep sounds in the back of his throat as she worked.

  She tried to ignore his oscillations and the effects they were having on her body.

  Once she finished massaging his back and his legs, she asked him to turn over.

  She thought he might have fallen asleep when he failed to obey her immediately, but soon he did as she asked.

  His movements were slow and relaxed as he turned over onto is back and the towel unraveled. Still, he managed to cover his penis with the towel before she got a peek.

  She started on his arms and chest then moved to his legs.

  There, she poured oil on his golden skin and pushed her thumbs into his muscles, rubbing deep and working her way higher up his thighs.

  She tried to keep her eyes trained where her hands worked. She really did.

  But with one glance higher, she sighted what she already knew would be there.

  The towel was tented over Rick’s groin.

  She moved her eyes back down as quickly as she could, but the effort was in vain. She looked back to where he was hard under the towel.

  His hardness made her wet.

  Her pussy gained more control over her body as she – or rather it – decided there was no harm in giving him a handjob. As long as he didn’t penetrate her, it was acceptable, wasn’t it?

  She was, after all, trying to help him relax. Leaving him here aching with a stiffy would defy the purpose.

  She looked higher noticing his eyes wide open and staring intently at her for the first time since she’d begun massaging him.

  He didn’t say anything. He just continued to study her as if to see how she’d react.

  She grabbed one end of the towel and lifted it off his lap.

  Somehow, his erection was bigger and thicker than she’d remembered and she certainly remembered having to walk bow-legged the next morning as a consequence of having it inside her.

  She allowed oil to drip down from the bottle in a slow, steady stream down the length of his rigid cock, watching it cascade down as it seeped across his balls. He hissed from the pleasure.

  His eyes remained fixated upon her as she massaged the tight sack beneath his throbbing penis.

  She teased him with small, barely-there touches along his shaft allured with how long it took for him to beg, “Please.”

  Rick’s hips began to pump up and down in tandem with squeezing and tugging motions of the palm of her hand and her delicate fingers. The desperation in his actions had her instantly addicted.

  She needed to make him feel good. She needed to bring him to the ultimate climax.


  Which is why when he cried, “Oh damn, Trixie. I’m almost there. Please don't stop.” she pumped harder and faster.

  He tensed, and she knew what was to come next.

  “Cum for me,” she encouraged him, brimming with lustful exuberance.

  The older man couldn’t help himself.

  He shot his load, and it spurted all over her hair, her eyelids, and her smiling lips.

  Chapter 11

  Close your mouth before you catch flies, dear

  Back in the city, Jake and Trixie were now living in his parents’ residence. The same residence where they’d hosted their failed engagement party.

  After a family meeting when Rick and Trixie had returned from their business trip in China, everyone decided that this was the ideal living arrangement. It would ensure that Jake received the expert care he needed. Besides, living behind the gates of his parents’ estate kept him away from public scrutiny.

  It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, and the couple were cuddling upon the huge bed in a luxurious, almost opulent bedroom. Just outside the room sat Jake’s nurse, always on standby in case he needed anything.

  Trixie and Jake were kissing and touching. Jake was in a pair of black boxers while Trixie had on a tiny negligee and an even smaller pair of lace panties.

  She was feeling frisky and rubbed her body against Jake’s as their tongues met repeatedly.

  Her nipples were hard, and her pussy wet.

  Her eyes were closed and naughty flashes of someone forbidden heightened her arousal.

  She cupped Jake’s crotch and felt his cock.

  She let his mouth go to kiss his neck and chest. He liked having his nipples sucked, so she did that too. She wanted him warmed up and revved to go because she needed to be filled right this moment with his cock.

  Her touch wasn’t making his cock stiffen like she needed, though. While Jake had not fully healed from his penis injury, the doctor gave Trixie the green light to begin stimulating his cock. It would take time for Jake to regain his natural reaction to touch, but Trixie could help speed up the process by giving it the right kind of attention.