by Kylie Parker
Shaking off her desire, she walked out of the bathroom knowing if she got in that Jacuzzi she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of herself, and she wanted to wait for Lawrence. That thought buckled her knees as she remembered his skin on hers. The way he touched her and made her explode. Selena walked over to the balcony and opened it for some fresh air. Before stepping out, she realized she was naked and did not want to put on a show for anyone out there. She didn’t even know where she was and for the moment she didn’t care. Up until now she had been avoiding the bed, worried that the restraints would put her over the edge. She was curious now though and walked up and sat down on the plush blankets. There were ornate throw pillows barely covering the restraints, and she grabbed one. The leather was soft with an adjustable buckle. Selena imagined them wrapped around her waist. Pulling on it, she felt resistance. These restraints were strong.
The door opened suddenly, and Selena jumped in surprise. Lawrence entered carrying her bag and another one.
“Looks like you are making yourself at home.” He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and put the bags at her feet. “Did you have a chance to think about what you want to do? Your editor will be expecting to hear from you.”
Shit. She hadn’t even thought about her job once since he left. All she did was anticipate his return so she could feel him touch her. Not a very professional move but the editor was happy, and this was an opportunity she couldn’t say no to. She took a deep breath and turned to look at Lawrence directly in the eyes. He was focused on her body and when he noticed her staring he pushed her hair behind her ear. Leaning forward her breasts touched his arm, and he moved it slowly, making her nipples hard. She kissed him on the mouth and then cheek and then moved to his ear where she whispered to him. “Let’s play.”
Lawrence kissed her mouth hard and hugged her. Then he pulled away looking at her, his expression softened.
“If we are going to do this you have to do exactly what I say. If you are uncomfortable, say guava, and we stop.” When Lawrence said guava, he looked at her breasts where a single spot of juice remained, and he leaned in bit by bit and licked it clean.
Selena pushed herself into him and moaned, “Oh Lawrence.”
“First rule. Don’t call me Lawrence. From here on it is Maestro.” He sat up and held her at bay.
“Maestro?” Selena asked, trying it out.
“Very good.” He said, smiling with a look of anticipation.
“So when do we start?” She asked, unsure of what to expect next.
“Oh, we have already begun.” He answered with a smirk. “Now let’s see. I did say I wanted to put something in your mouth.”
Smiling, Selena grabbed his waist and slid to the end of the bed. She moved to her knees until Lawrence picked her up shaking his head. “Oh, my eager Selena.” He said. “We need to come up with a name for you. And I said I wanted you to use your mouth, not your hands.”
“Sorry Maestro.” She said playing along.
“Yet you still have your hands on me. We will have to fix that.” And with that comment, he grabbed hold of her and flipped her onto her back on the bed. Straddling her he pinned her down so he could use his arms on hers. He grabbed one arm, caressing it up and down, purposely stopping before her breasts. Then he leaned forward and took one of the restraints, buckling it around her wrist. Another small moan escaped her lips. He took a break and kissed her lips, sucking and biting and growing hard with her writhing beneath him. She reached up with her free arm and caressed his muscular chest, moving first up to his face and then down again across his chest, down his stomach and lower, following the course dark treasure trail to the button of his pants. He stopped her before she could go further and shook his head.
“You naughty thing need to start listening better. I told you not to use your hands.” He continued to scold her while he took her free wrist and tightened it into the other restraint. “You like to be naughty. Maybe I should call you my naughty girl. Yeah, I think until you start following the rules your name will be Naughty Girl. Do you like that?”
Selena breathed heavily not knowing what to say. She was trying to figure out the best response to give so he would pleasure her. She was wet with excitement and needed him inside her, needed him to touch her and bring her the pleasure she so desired.
“I uh. I like whatever you call me Maestro. You know just what I like.”
“Is that it? I expected more from my feisty naughty girl. Perhaps this isn’t exciting enough but for now, it is my turn.” He spoke in short bursts still straddling her. Then he got up and walked back to the sitting area.
Writhing on the bed, she called to him, “don’t go. Please come back, I need to touch you to feel you inside me.”
“The naughty girl likes to beg, does she? Well, maybe Maestro doesn’t want you to know what he is doing.” He picked up the discarded blindfold and walked towards the bed. Leaning over he tied it over her eyes and she moaned again as he breathed along her upper body, not touching her just tickling her with his breath. Moving lower she writhed pushing up, begging to be touched where she was already so wet. He grabbed her thighs and pushed her back down before telling her to hold still, or he would tie her legs down too. Selena whimpered and held still eager for what was to come, anxious to fulfill the desire building inside her. She heard him get up and then all was silent for a time. She strained to hear any sound or sense his presence nearby but she could not.
“Maestro?” she called tentatively.
“Oh, she is impatient too, my naughty girl. I got hungry and am fixing myself a snack, but since you need me, I will come eat it off of you.” A second later, Selena felt a hot liquid drizzle on her stomach and then up over her breasts, the heat warming her cool skin. Next came another liquid, runnier, warm but not hot and it mixed with the first dripping over her sides and down between her legs, mixing with her own wetness.
“Oh, that feels good.” She said, trying not to move.
“You are a naughty girl making such a mess of the bed, leaving me to clean it.” He said and then she felt his lips on her stomach licking her clean. As he circled her body, licking it clean he moved up to her breasts and suckled them rather than cleaning them fully. Selena’s every nerve tingled with desire as she struggled to find release. Forcing her legs down he straddled her, and she could feel he was also naked. She moaned louder, begging him to take her. He gruffly told her to be patient and continued making his way down her body, antagonizing her with licking and sucking. As his tongue slid down her thigh she tried to thrust into him, and he held her, moving inwards with his tongue he cleaned her, and found her opening with his tongue. As Selena began to explode with intense pleasure, he inserted his fingers into her, and she rocked into his rhythm. Her moan escalated into a scream as her entire body was wracked with waves of intensity. Without a break, he continued with his tongue and fingers causing Selena to let go completely and succumb to an immense release. When he finished he watched her panting and catching her breath and yet still writhing like she was ready for more.
“That was amazing.” She whispered.
“Well let us see how you do. You must be very hungry.” He said as he moved back up her body. Still straddling her he stopped at her breasts, and she could feel his hardness rubbing on them. Already she was becoming aroused again and tried to push away the blindfold so she could watch. He laughed and tightened it in place again. Then she heard more liquid pouring and felt some drip onto her. As he moved forward again, she felt him bump her lips, and she opened her mouth eager to taste him. Licking off the sweet syrup she struggled with her hands to touch him. He pushed harder into her mouth, and she sucked and licked him until he was clean. He started pumping harder, and she sucked harder, matching his rhythm until abruptly he pulled out and moved lower pushing into her filling her like she wanted. He thrust into her, and she pulled to free her arms longing to touch him. Finally, and faster he rocked into her until he groaned his release. Then quickly cli
mbed off her and got up.
He undid the restraints and scooped her into his arms again. She wrapped herself around him, shivering. Entering the bathroom, he set her on the bench of the shower and turned the steam on. Then he filled up the tub and after washing himself off, motioned for her to come to him. She walked over feeling woozy and spent and climbed into the deep hot water beside him. Adding some lavender soap, he then pulled her close and held her as the bubbles crept up around them.
“You are amazing.” He whispered in her ear as he stroked her hair.
“No Maestro it was all you.” She whispered back settling her head on his chest.
“I do hope you will stay for a while. You sure like to play, and I love to play with you.” He spoke softly.
“Yes, I want to stay and play. Please. I am nowhere near done.” She sighed having so much more to say but not knowing where to start.
“You are a natural, my naughty girl. After this I, unfortunately, have some business to take care of, you will be alright here?” he asked, looking at her with loving concern.
“Yes, I think I might need a nap.” She said, the hot water making her sleepy.
“Oh yes sleep so we can play again later.” He kissed her and then exited the tub. “The bed should be clean by now, and I have all your things so you can get back to your editor, who is sure to be thrilled again. Then have a nap and I will be back as soon as I can.”
With that, he left, and she got up and wrapped herself in a towel.
“Before I forget, you will not be locked in this time as you have clothes so feel free to explore. Just don’t get lost, some of these hallways are a bit like a maze.”
“Thank you, Maestro,” she said again the name making her weak in the knees in anticipation for their next game.
Chapter Eight
After he had left, she opened her laptop and checked messages. Of course, Edwards was thrilled with the community involvement and human approach she was taking to the story, showing the many benefits the less fortunate would receive as part of this merger. Not having a clue as to what he was talking about she opened the article she was taking credit for, and it said exactly that. Apparently, the Scriva group of companies was committed to giving back. It was a nice fluff piece painting Scriva and the merger as saviors. And the writer went to great lengths to make their writing match hers. Something about it struck Selena as odd, and she looked at the accompanying picture describing the annual gala they would be attending the following night. In the picture of the crowd from the previous year’s event, there was a stout man who looked very familiar. Her nose for a story was telling her that the man was a criminal, she knew his face but from where.
She left the room searching for some answers regarding an internet connection. She needed to research the man in the picture and how he was connected to Scriva, to Lawrence. Roaming hall after endless hall she found no one and nothing of interest. All doors were nondescript and locked. She found herself in a darkened hallway and searched for a light switch, but there were none. Ahead of her, she heard voices; loud, angry. One of them sounded like Lawrence. Could he be in trouble? She felt her way along the dark hallway wishing she had a flashlight or at least a pair of flats. She had dressed in heels and a light dress, not knowing who she would come across. The voices were getting louder, closer and when she rounded a bend she could see them. It was Lawrence, and he was talking loudly, demanding answers about a mistake that someone made. Selena was just about to make her presence known; it looked like Lawrence could use a hug. As she stepped forward to speak, what she saw made her gasp. It was the man from the picture and in person she knew for certain he was a member of the Italian mafia and highly sought out by the police. She hid in the shadows again as the man spoke.
“Ok Scriva, we are doing our part to cover your ass, give us a break, stop yelling and let’s go deal with the problem.”
“You brought the problem here,” Lawrence spoke with pointed anger. “And that is a big problem.” Then he turned and walked around a corner disappearing, with the other men at his heels.
She followed him keeping enough distance that he couldn’t hear her. When he reached a room at the far end of the building, they went inside. They stayed there, each saying their piece and so Selena tiptoed through to the other room. It had a passageway where she could peek into the other room. When she looked in she was shocked by what she saw. This was not a heated business meeting. There was a man slumped over in a chair, and he was bleeding. Five or six men were in the room with Lawrence, and she heard words about guns, drugs, and owing. From the sounds of it this snitch, as they called him, was going to have a bad day. Selena sat back in the shadows watching the carnage and interesting happenings.
Finally, Lawrence looked at the man and told him he had one more chance to speak the truth. The man spit towards Lawrence and his first reaction was to raise his own gun and shoot the man in the mouth. Selena snuck away in shock and then ran to the closest bathroom and vomited choking out tears.
Without knowing or caring about the context of what she saw she started questioning everything. Scriva was too tidy. Everything about Lawrence and his company checked out and was squeaky clean which did not compute to the scene she had just seen. There were no words. She headed back to her room unsure what to do or how to approach the situation. If only she had been really reporting the last few days instead of playing games, she might have figured this out before it got too serious. As she rounded a corner and came to the door of her room, she met Lawrence “You’re not who people think you are.” She stammered.
“And you are not naked.” He replied.
Her whole self was torn from the lust she felt when he said those words to the realization that he could be really dangerous. She was in over her head and fled.
Chapter Nine
Running blindly through hallway after hallway, Selena did not know where to turn or which way to go. Frantically she ran until she was breathless, not knowing where she was going to go. She didn’t have her phone, wouldn’t have mattered if she did. The only person who could help her was her editor, and she wasn’t calling Edwards; no way. He was thrilled beyond belief at how the story was progressing, but that had all changed now. After what she had seen, all bets were off, and Selena saw for sure that Lawrence and Scriva were hiding something. Should she try to get the story, should she run for her life, or should she embrace her bad boy and go with it. Selena shuddered. This was never a predicament she would have gotten in if she had just stayed in court news. Coming here had been a mistake, and now she might pay with her life.
Gasping and out of breath Selena stopped, she felt like she had been running in circles and she had not seen one person, which was fine because they would have just alerted Lawrence to her whereabouts on their high-tech communication devices. Sitting on a nearby chair, Selena weighed her options again. How she wished she had stayed in the bath. If only she could unsee Lawrence shooting that man. And why did she keep getting flashes of him tying her up? It bothered her that this dangerous side was turning her on, and she was not ready to yet admit it.
Sitting with her head in her hands she heard Lawrence coming before she saw him. She knew it would be him. He hadn’t chased her either. He had simply waited until she stopped and walked up to her with his usual savoir-faire. Even now when she was half terrified with nervousness about what was going to happen next, he was her Maestro.
“We do have a gym if you want to go for a run.” He said. Looking bemused,
Anger and confusion clouded her eyes as she glared up at him. She didn’t know where to start or what to say.
“I was trying to leave,” she admitted, her gaze didn’t move from the floor.
“You can leave anytime you want. I thought we were having fun.” He looked at her and raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes bright. “You didn’t say guava.”
Laughing made Selena gag as she responded to the absurdity of his words. “You shot someone. There was the mafia…who are you?”
Standing there smiling Lawrence looked at her for a moment before responding. “Well, that was not as it seemed. I was simply protecting us from a criminal who had broken in. It must have been difficult to see from your vantage point. Fortunately, we had eyes on the whole thing. Quite exciting really now that it is over. He was trying to defraud the company and didn’t care who he hurt in the process. Quite unfortunate it ended the way it did. I was just glad no one got hurt. Your editor will be pleased with this story.”
Rubbing her eyes, she drew away from his hypnotic gaze. She felt bleary and unsure, Lawrence’s smooth voice milking her into calmness, making her want to reach out and touch him again. Of course, he was protecting his business and home; she wouldn’t understand the kinds of threats he would experience being as rich and powerful as he was. Silly Selena, jumping to conclusions before she knew the whole story…Right? She couldn’t be sure, and a headache was quickly spreading behind her eyes. She slumped down in her chair and whispered, “I am sorry.”
