by Jade White
She stepped out of the car and looked up at the building, wondering how something could be so magnificent and powerful at the same time.
It wasn’t cold or ghastly, just elegant and sleek. It was one of those buildings you actually want to enter and see what it looked like from the inside. She could never see herself living in a tower like this. Could anyone see themselves living in a tower? He handed the keys to a valet to park the car and get it for him in the morning. She couldn’t imagine such a luxury. It seemed like such a waste, especially when he handed him a tip that she couldn’t see or imagine how much it was.
The lobby was exquisitely decorated, elegant and chic at the same time. From the marble flooring to the chandeliers hanging above on the tall vaulted ceilings, this whole place was more elegant than anywhere else she had been in her life. All she could think of, was that she wanted to spend the rest of her days walking around this lobby with its oversized couches, charming doormen, and beautiful furniture everywhere. This was the good life.
This was what everybody was striving for. She knew that with all of her money and all of her life savings and any money she might make from now to the moment she died, Tiffany would never be able to live in a place like this.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said, feeling giddy and a bit ashamed that this was so inspiring to her.
Gus looked at her with a kind expression on his face, compassion spreading across his features. He was nice not to laugh at her and she would remember that he was kind her in this moment.
“Wait until you see my apartment,” he said with an almost bragging voice.
She wasn’t sure how to take that. It was kind of a douche thing to say. She offered him a nervous smile and walked towards the elevator. She was mildly disappointed there wasn’t an elevator operator standing in there to press the buttons for them. She supposed that was from really old movies. So she didn’t say anything to Gus about it. She didn’t want to sound any more rural than she already did.
As elevator doors closed behind them, soft music flooded the small room. The elevator was still so nice it was a little bit intimidating. She looked the faux tile floor, the mirrored walls tinted in brass, polished to perfection, and the dim lighting that felt like it was for mood and ambiance. This was exactly how an elevator was supposed to be.
She looked at the buttons; they looked like they were handcrafted in some amazing workshop, probably in the mountains of Italy somewhere. How could this all be normal to somebody? At what point in the spectrum of success do exquisite elevators fall into? Were there better elevators than this in the world? How was she supposed to live with herself being in a place like this?
All of these were great questions, but they made her feel weak and insignificant. She felt like she’d never had a real life up until this moment. That was the bad thing about dating a rich man. She once dated a guy who was really rich before, but nowhere near Gus’ stature, and it ended terribly with him.
Beyond the elevator was a corridor that led to the suites on this floor. One was at the far end and the other was at the other end of the hallway. Two apartments shared this entire floor. That was a baffling concept to her. In her building, they would’ve put twenty apartments on this floor. Taking a right, they walked to the end of the short hallway where he unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing the splendor of his lair.
She stood there frozen with pure wonder, which made her feel weak and insignificant in front of him. How was she supposed to live like this? How was she supposed to deal with a man who had this much wealth and power?
His home was vast and extravagant. There was no expense spared and everything looked like it was imported or crafted to perfection by someone who was remarkably more skilled than she was at anything.
There was an enormous living room with a grand piano and lush furniture and beautiful decor everywhere. It was the kind of decor that no doubt never even saw inside of the store. There was an upstairs and there were bedrooms, a study, a library, a dozen rooms that she had no idea of what they were for.
Everything was decadent and beautiful and beyond her comprehension. This was not a place that she loved to be. This was a place where she felt small and unsuccessful. She felt like somebody had been given a silver spoon in life and it was definitely not her. It made her sad.
She looked at him and she could tell he sensed this apprehension and nervousness. No doubt he had this problem with a few people, but most were probably thrilled to be in the rooms there were occupied and owned by a billionaire. Tiffany was not one of those girls. Tiffany was not some bar floozy who was here for sex and maybe an expensive gift.
Right now, as she looked at everything, from the massive chandelier to the quartz fireplace, she knew this was not the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. That made things feel cheap and worthless. Sure, she shouldn’t judge a man by his wealth, but it was hard not to.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked her, sensing this disapproval and the sense of doom in her mind. She nodded to him. “Excellent, come with me to the kitchen.”
The kitchen was large enough to house a full cooking staff, no doubt never really used to its full potential by a staff or by Gus in his entire life. This was a place of pure excess. He grabbed a bottle from the wine fridge and opened it, chatting with her about everything that went into this home. She smiled and laughed when he would make a joke. She knew she wanted to sleep with this man and have a relationship that was worth something, but it fell farther and farther away. She felt like a charlatan, like he would see through her at any second. As he handed her the glass of wine, she eagerly and gratefully took a drink.
“A lot of people see me just as a price tag,” he said with a glimpse of rare truthfulness.
This was one of those rare moments that actually let her see him as a human being and not as a monolithic businessman. This was a man who strangely gave her hope that there might be hope in a relationship with each other.
“I was afraid to bring you here,” he said with a shrug. “You’re one of those girls who is not impressed by money. You acted like a billionaire meant nothing to you, and I really liked that. I hope now that you’re over here, this won’t drive you off or scare you.”
She looked at him for a moment, surveying him for all that he was. Part of her wanted to tell him that yeah, she was terrified of him. But, there was another part that wanted to give him a chance. No, it was about giving them a chance. To bail out now seemed like a great injustice. It might be something she would regret later on down the road of life. It wasn’t something that would keep her up at night, tossing and turning with regret, but it would bug her. She would probably think about it once or twice, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to give it a chance.
So, she leaned in and gave him a kiss. It was a soft kiss, the gentle kind that was tender and contemplative. It was a kiss telling him that yes, she liked him, but she couldn’t hold back on the sadness. She wanted more from him, something she didn’t think he would give her.
It made her nervous, and it made her sad. It translated through to the kiss. But as their lips touched, softly squishing together, it ignited the lust inside of her. She wanted to be with him again. He pulled away slowly, looking at her as he held her hand. She smiled at him, letting him know that she was fine with this. She was more than fine with it, she wanted it. He moved her out of the kitchen, leading her back across the opulent common room and down the hallway of closed doors where he finally let her into the personal chambers of Gus Anderson.
Inside the room was a polar bear rug and she knew that was where she wanted to sleep with him. That was the exact spot she wanted to mount him. But, they still had some work to do before then. She wanted to take it all in, but the greater hunger was to have sex with him right then.
They kissed passionately, and as their lips met, an explosion of lust and hunger rippled through them. Their hands ran over each other’s bodies, exploring every last inch of them, every cu
rve and slope. She was his and he was hers. The more they touched, the more their fingers hungered for skin, and the fiercer their kisses became. They were warm and wet, full of life and lust. Tiffany liked to consider herself a sexual creature, but she never felt this ravenous hunger inside of her for someone before. This was what kept calling her back. This was the feeling that made her want to fight for this relationship. When they would pull away, his eyes would meet with hers and they were full of longing and desire; the flickering flames inside of her were mirrored in those eyes.
Her breathing quickened and her heart raced, pounding against her chest as she wanted more and more from him. Their kisses were longer, their lips parting and their tongues meeting. The excitement coursed through their veins; her hands cupped his face pulling him close as their lips opened and their tongues pressed together, warm and tender, hungry for each other. There was nothing they wanted more than to tear at each other. So they did, taking off each other’s clothes quickly and blindly. There was no grace or art to this, just two people full of lust and hunger for each other.
He pulled her dress down, getting her into just her bra and panties, her feet still in her high heels. All the while, she took off his clothes piece by piece, tossing them away so that she couldn’t be hindered by them. There was nothing she hated more than rolling around with clothing getting in the way while they were making love with each other. She hated distractions during sex.
The only moment he pulled away was to look at her in her underwear. She could feel his eyes eating her up. Many times, Tiffany had been told how attractive she was in her bra and panties. When he looked at her, she believed it fully.
His eyes were struck and dazzled with wonder. She wanted him to like her so much more than any other girl in the world. She wanted to be the girl that haunted him from this day forward. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, shrugging it off and letting the cool air kiss her breasts.
Pulling down her panties, she stood before him completely naked, approaching him slowly as he looked at her in nothing more than her high heels. She knew he wanted her. There was an animalistic look in his eyes, something she liked.
Reaching forward, she pulled down his underwear and felt his cock. It was strong and robust, solid and heavy. She liked the feel of it, thick and powerful, hard and hungry. This was something that was going to make her scream. She reached out and stroked it. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts.
His thumb ran over her nipples, teasing them and making her smile. She continued to stroke him, her thumb running over the head of his cock. She could feel the excitement growing inside of him, coursing through him. This was something he was hungry for as well.
She wanted him to like her, to want her. The feeling in her hands, the hardness and the heat, it was enough to tell her that he truly did. His hands slipped down her sides and laid her down on the bed. She didn’t know what he was doing, but she liked it. She liked the strength she felt through those hands.
What he did was spread her legs and go down on his knees at the edge of the bed. He leaned in, kissing the insides of her thighs, tenderly making his way deeper and deeper toward her. She giggled and laughed, chewing her lower lip. She loved these games they played. She loved the attention he gave her.
When he finally made it to the lips of her pussy, she shivered at the sensation. When his tongue slid up her slit, she let out a moan as her whole body shivered again. He pinned her legs down and went to work on her. His tongue was masterful and knew its trade in detail.
She moaned, long breathy gasps as the lust and euphoria rushed through her. This was everything she wanted from a man when he licked her. She loved the sensation as she closed her eyes and moaned, feeling the white light of bliss growing inside of her. She wanted more. She wanted so much more.
“Let me ride you,” she gasped finally.
He was more than willing to let her, lying down on the polar bear rug. She was excited they would be taking it to that level. She looked down at him; she knew she could mount him right now, but she wanted to play with him. His cock was hard, but she wanted to play with it slowly first.
She dropped down to her knees, looking at it with a ravenous hunger. She leaned in to lick it, take it and put it in her mouth, and feel it against her cheeks and tongue. She took it with her hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. Leaning in closer, she stuck out her tongue and ran it around his head. It was so warm, like it had just been on fire.
When she put it in her mouth, it felt so strangely right. This was where it belonged. She licked the shaft and wrapped her lips around it, moving her head up and down on it as she continued to stroke it with her hands. She reached down and felt his balls and with her fingertips, she played with them. She fondled them gently and tenderly, licking him and moving her head back and forth.
He was amazing with his tongue, but she, too, had some skill. As she worked his cock, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, easier to slip his long cock inside of her. She could hear him moaning, his eyes closed as he turned to deal with the pleasure running through him. She knew it was like an electrical storm inside of him. She liked having this kind of power over him.
When she decided he was wet enough, she crawled up so that her pussy was right over the head of his cock. Holding his cock firmly in her fingers, she guided it to the threshold of her pussy, soaking wet and eager to receive him. As she slowly teased herself, pressing it harder and harder against her, she knew that it was going to be painful to take him in.
She remembered that pain. She remembered everything about his cock. But it felt so new, like they had never touched each other before. This was the experience she longed for. She looked at him, ready to mount him and have the ride of her life.
Slipping down on top of him, she took it slowly, feeling like his cock was pushing her open and spreading her as wide as she had gone before. The tip of his cock was like a spear, forcing itself deeper and deeper into her. She loved the feeling, expanding to fit him. He was so strong and hard, it was unlike any other experience she had. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, moaning and gasping at the same time.
Each little sensation triggered something inside of her, an explosion of lust and euphoria. It was something she was not used to and she thought she never would be. As he slipped all the way inside of her, she sat down on him and ground her hips, feeling the hot cock inside of her with each movement. They felt like they were perfect for each other, designed specifically for one another. This was the experience she wanted for the rest for life. This was the experience she wanted from that day forward.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, watching him as he writhed in euphoria, feeling the same thing she did. There was nothing more powerful than this. She began to rock her hips forward and back, riding him and feeling him inside of her.
This was the experience she wanted for the rest of her life and it was going to be hard not having this. She moved her body, feeling how incredible his cock was inside of her with each small movement, and the greater ones were even better. She began to bounce up and down on top of him, feeling him go in and out of her slightly, the sensation more than she could take. She moaned and screamed, feeling the swelling power of the orgasm coming for her. She could feel her pussy getting numb and overly sensitive at the same time, the paradox of her orgasm.
When it finally hit it, was like an explosion inside of her, rippling throughout her, every cell humming and vibrating with the pleasure inside of her. There was nothing quite as amazing as this. There was nothing more she wanted out of life. All she could think of was that this was everything she needed. She was going to take everything she wanted from this moment, savoring and remembering it for the days to come.
She moaned and screamed, feeling him as he clamped his hands down on her hips and drove his cock into her again and again until he climaxed as well. He held her tight, digging his cock in deep and his whole body going stiff with the sensation. She liked the feeling of h
aving him inside of her. She liked the feeling of the power that he gave her.
“That was amazing,” she said to him with a gasp.
“You feel so great,” he said, a smile flooding across his lips.
As they lay together, naked on the polar bear rug, she knew this was what she wanted. She wanted to have a life with him. She liked the man she saw in the moments of genuine intimacy they had, which were something beyond legend. But, part of her knew this was probably the last time they would be together. It was probably the last time they would sleep together or kiss each other. So, she savored this moment and locked it away deep inside of her. Though she knew she was probably right, she didn’t want to be.
The only problem was, she was right.
Chapter Two:
Two whole months, and Tiffany hadn’t seen or heard from Gus. She, of course, did come to him with the reality of the situation, that she wanted a man she could experience life with.
