by Vi Keeland
“Probably about five years in total, he uses my services exclusively when he is in New York.” Charles sounded proud in his statement.
“How often does he come to New York?”
“Usually once a month, sometimes for a day trip, other times he spends a few days.”
Feeling my heartbeat speed up at the possibility of seeing Kennedy again, I felt like I was back in high school. I sagged back into my seat and curiously considered what was under the brown paper. It was shaped like a picture of some sort, although it was pretty large for a picture. As we pulled up to my brownstone, I realized it would be difficult for me to maneuver the large package into the house by myself. Charles opened the door and put his hand out to help me out of the car.
“Mr. Jenner gave me specific instructions that I am to carry the gift into your apartment for you.”
Walking up the stairs to my brownstone, I noticed something was different, but couldn’t quite put my finger on it. As I got closer to the front door, I realized that my window was now partially covered in beautiful antique decorative wrought iron. The design was elegant and graceful almost concealing the true purpose of its placement as a decorative work of art. Security. It would be impossible for anyone to fit through my window with the iron bars carefully placed to limit accessibility. I had seen window coverings like these when I was researching security, but antique pieces like that were thousands of dollars and a luxury I could never afford. My first thought was that the landlord had added the security, but then I remembered Kennedy’s statement about my lack of security the night before.
I opened the door to my apartment and Charles carefully placed the package on the table and returned to his car telling me to take as much time as I needed. Two seconds after I closed the door behind him, I tore through the brown paper like a child on Christmas morning, curiosity finally getting the better of my composure. Underneath, the most striking work of art I have ever seen took my breath away. Not quite abstract, but bright colors and dimension shaded a simple picture of woman’s tongue eating an ice cream cone. There was no face attached to the tongue and it was almost difficult to make out the tongue licking the cone behind the bold splashes of color and strokes of dimensions. Sexual. Sensual. Raw. The feelings that looking at the work of art evoked were powerful. Tears stung my eyes and I forced my lids to shut to keep them at bay.
Then I remembered there was another card on the outside. I searched through the wrapping and found it. Hang this original so that you can see it from your bed. I’ve purchased the print to hang in my bedroom. KJ.
Oh. My. Lord. Who is this man? I really didn’t know him, but yet it felt like I had been waiting forever for him to arrive. My heart raced and my smile spread so wide that it hurt. I had to call and say thank you, I couldn’t wait to hear his voice. I dialed the cell phone number that he wrote on his business card.
“Kennedy.” The response from the other end of the phone on the first ring.
“Oh, hello Kennedy, this is Hope York.” God, why am I such a dork? I had to recite my first and last name to identify myself to a man that I kissed last night and sent me an amazing gift today. I inwardly cringed at my uncoolness.
“Hope, did you get home safely?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Yes, I did. It was very sweet of you to send Charles and the artwork is, well…it’s just amazing. I mean it’s beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it. I thought it was beautiful too. Although it doesn’t come close to watching the real thing in person last night." I was about to say, Thank you, when his deep voice interrupted my thought. “Charles tells me that your friend asked him to drop you off at a club to meet her this evening.”
“Ummm….yes, I didn’t mean to ask for a ride, it just sort of happened.”
The velvet sound of Kennedy’s deep voice and a deep laugh gave me relief that he was not annoyed that I was taking advantage of his generosity. “Hope, I don’t want you to go the club tonight. I want you to stay home and masturbate and think about me.”
Jesus. Even through the phone this man could make my nipples harden with excitement. I let him wait in silence for a minute. If anyone else had spoken those same words to me I would be outraged. Yet Kennedy’s words spoken as a command, and not a request, created a desire to obey him that filled me. “Okay.” The word came out of my own mouth and yet I was shocked that I had just agreed to do what he commanded.
“Good, thank you.”
“And what will you be doing tonight while I am home in my bed alone?” I smiled, not quite sure what I wanted his response to be.
“Not what I usually do on a Friday night.” Silence for a moment, and then “I’ll call you tomorrow, I need to make a few calls to change some previous commitments. “
A few minutes later, I hung up the phone. At the window, I saw Charles on his cell phone and then he smiled and pulled away. I felt as though we had just agreed to a lot of things in our short conversation, yet I wasn’t quite positive what those things were. My cell phone buzzed and I realized that I needed to let Shauna know that I wasn’t going to meet her at the club. It was easier to feign a sudden illness then to tell Shauna the truth. That I had committed to a man that I barely knew that I would stay in my apartment and masturbate just didn’t come through well in a text.
Chapter 6
Kennedy Jenner had a standing date with Mikayla Santorina every Friday night for the last three months. It wasn’t a complicated relationship. Mikayla liked to go out to expensive dinners and socialize at parties and be seen on the arm of a tall dark, handsome and wealthy man. Kennedy frequently needed a date to social events that he was required to attend in his business. And, at the end of the night, he liked to get fucked or sucked and then go home alone without the pressure of sleepovers and mornings after with a woman. Mikayla had tried on more than one occasion to make the arrangement into something more, but Kennedy made it clear he was not interested in more.
Tonight he cancelled their plans to attend the Mayor’s charity dinner together, by telling Mikayla that he had a business emergency that he needed to attend to. It was easier than telling her the truth, and if things didn’t work out with little Miss York, he might see fit to maintain their arrangement.
Mikayla was not happy when Kennedy called to cancel, but offered to meet him after the dinner for the customary second half of their date night anyway. Not even tempted, he declined her offer.
***
Being wealthy and handsome had made him a target for women. He only dated the ones that knew the rules and could provide only what he needed and be happy with what little he could offer. Kennedy’s time and energy were devoted to building his company over the past eight years. There was no time left for distractions. He wouldn’t allow it. Either he controlled the relationship or he ended the relationship. The same rules applied in his business. Control was not something he could give up, he needed it to survive.
Kennedy’s assistant Marcy was not surprised that he called so late in the day. But she was surprised that he called to make arrangements for two additional deliveries to a woman in New York. And the fact that he called at a time when he was supposed to be out with Mikayla put a smile on Marcy’s face. Marcy didn’t trust Mikayla and hoped that the relationship would soon end.
Chapter 7
The buzzer sounded as I was getting dressed to go to the gym and I peeked out the window to see who could be at the door so early on a Saturday morning. Charles stood in full uniform and removed his cap with a smile, greeting me with a slight bow. In his left arm was a large flower box. “Good morning Ms. York”.
I opened the door. “Good Morning Charles, this is an unexpected visit.”
Charles extended his arms to pass me the box he was carrying. “Mr. Jenner asked that I deliver these to you and see that you are driven on any errands you need to run today.”
I smiled and offered him to come in, but he politely declined. “I was just getting ready to go to the gym, if you don�
��t mind waiting; I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
“Take all the time you need Miss York, I’m yours for the day.”
***
Charles dropped me off back at my apartment after a morning at the gym, followed by running half a dozen errands that would have taken me twice as long on the subway. Opening the door to my apartment, the smell of two dozen lilac and yellow roses filled the air. I closed my eyes and smiled, opening to gaze at the beautiful, erotic picture now hanging just four feet from the foot of my bed.
Later that evening Kennedy called and we spoke longer this time. I told him about my new job, my move from Oregon, and a little about Shauna. The conversation seemed oddly normal and familiar.
I didn’t ask him what he did the night before and he didn’t ask me.
The next week flew by and, although I spoke to Kennedy every day, I didn’t ask when he was coming back to the city. I wanted to know but was afraid to ask, although I was not quite sure why.
***
Friday afternoon as I was getting ready to leave work, my cell phone rang and I smiled seeing his number. “Hi.”
“Are you on birth control?” His voice was deep and tone even. I could tell it was asked a serious question and not a flirty game. He wanted a serious answer. Flush seeped up my face. The man could make me blush with only a word on the phone.
Through the corner of my eye, I saw the hotel manager, George, heading my way. “Umm…yes I am, but could we possibly talk about this later, I’d rather not have my boss know about my sex life, or lack thereof, and he is walking right toward me.”
“We can continue this conversation later, but I am happy to know about your ‘lack thereof’ of a sex life.” I could hear him smiling smugly through the phone. I bet that response earned a visit from both dimples.
George arrived and we hung up. “Hope, I’m sorry to ask so late on a Friday, but there is a VIP in the Penthouse suite that wants to discuss holding a large event here.”
“No problem George, I’m happy to do it.”
I sent a quick text to Shauna to tell her about the change in plans and to go on to happy hour without me.
***
I’d toured the penthouse suite on my first day when it was vacant and knew that it was luxe. It occupied almost half of an entire floor and there was a parlor and dining room where we could sit and discuss planning an event. I buzzed the suite and looked over the folder George had given me containing some basics on the event. No name in the file. I’d have to introduce myself and hope the guest offered their name in return.
The door opened and my jaw dropped. Kennedy. I was stunned and couldn’t move. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stared down at me, giving me the smile AND dimples. My knees went weak and I stood there like a school girl, nervous and unable to smile back. Two quick strides and he was in my personal space. “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.”
He lifted my hand and pulled it to his mouth. His amused eyes gone and replaced by intense focus. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he brought us two steps forward into the room and I vaguely heard the door close behind me. He leaned down, tucking his head into my hair and gently kissed my neck. The feel of his lips on the tender skin brought goose bumps all over my body. My nipples perked and arousal shot through me.
“Hi.” Was the best I could force out of my lungs.
“Hi beautiful.” He gently pinned me against the wall behind me, capturing my mouth. Softness quickly turning to passion. I loved the way he kissed me as if he had to in order to breathe. He stole the air from my lungs. He nibbled on my bottom lip slowly going from one corner to the other. I sucked his tongue. He responded by pressing his body firmly into mine. I could feel his erection hard against my belly. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and lifted one leg around his hip to feel more of him. A low moan escaping as he pressed his body harder into me.
Kennedy pulled back, and looked down at my face. I could see his chest rise and fall quickly as he fought to regain some control. “Fuck Hope, I need to have you.”
I looked into his eyes for a few seconds and made a decision. I nodded, unable to find words. He watched me intently as I ran my hands along his chest feeling the hard muscle I had only envisioned were there. I tugged at the bottom and released the hem of his tucked dress shirt. His eyes never leaving my face, I could see him searching my eyes to confirm the answer I had already given him.
He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom, sitting me on the edge of the bed. He took two steps back and looked down at me. “Undress for me.” I slowly unbuttoned my deep blue silk shirt, allowing it to fall open revealing my deep blue lace bra. “Jesus, Hope” he whispered in a husky low voice, but made no movement toward me.
I stood, slowly unzipping my skirt and let it drop to the floor around me. Matching lace blue boy short panties revealed. I sat and slowly unbuckled the straps from my high heeled sandals, and then I stood. His eyes drank me in slowly from head to toe. When his eyes reached mine, a slight smile and an arch of one eyebrow. “Your turn.”
I wasn’t going to get the slow teasing strip tease I had just given him. He closed the space between us and smiled down at me. A wicked smile that made my knees weak. I was never so turned on in my entire life.
“I’m going to watch as I make you cum and then pump my cum so far into you that you can feel it seep through your body for days.”
My clit swelled at his words and their intensity brought me to the cliff of orgasm. “I’m going to taste every inch of you and then you are going to suck my tongue again and taste yourself.” His hand cupped my breast and his thumb pushed the lace aside freeing my swollen nipple. I watched as his head bent and he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue round and round, driving me insane. He nipped his way from one breast to the other and increased the suction as my panting grew.
I felt his hand caress the curves down the path to my ass and his hand grabbed my ass pinching hard, leaving me at the crossroads of pleasure and pain. He moved his hand to my front, finding my lace panties already wet. He rubbed the palm of his hand over the lace, up and down between my clit and my entrance. The friction built with each firm stroke, but not enough to allow my release. His fingers slipped under the lace and his thumb teased my clit in gentle circles. I needed more pressure. I arched my back to lean up to him and a low moan escaped. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, “More” was all I could say, but he understood.
Kennedy increased the pressure, massaging my clit with rhythmic circles. Then he slipped a finger inside me and commanded, “Open your eyes, Hope, I want to watch you cum.” I opened my eyes and they locked on his pale blue eyes and I felt my body begin to climax. I grabbed his shoulders and let it take over me. Pleasure rocketed through me and the intensity of my orgasm rippled in soft moans escaping my lips. I had forgotten that we were still standing and my knees began to buckle. Kennedy gently pushed me back and down onto the bed.
Before I could find words to speak, he kneeled at the side of the bed, and pulled me at the hips toward him. I was swollen and spent from my orgasm, but Kennedy’s tongue touching my clit stirred something inside me. He gently used the flat of his tongue to lick my clit in long slow strokes. He circled the swollen nub firmly until I was on the verge of another orgasm and then pulled back. He blew on my clit lightly and then I was surprised to feel his tongue dive roughly into me. My body shivered and he again started with a steady aching rhythm, his tongue pulsing in and out of me quickly. My muscles tightened and orgasm pulsed through me in ferocious waves of pleasure. He let out a low growl and then licked and sucked until he swallowed every last drop of my cum.
He stood and undressed, never taking his eyes off of me. I gasped as he pulled down his boxer briefs, freeing his long, thick, erect cock. He gently laid his body over mine, his forearms on both sides of my face supporting his weight. He looked into my eyes, “All I could think about was making you cum all week Hope.” His knee pushed my legs open makin
g room for him. I could feel his erection at my opening. “You taste so sweet, Hope. I want you to taste yourself.” His mouth devoured mine and I felt dizzy from his kiss. He pressed his cock into my opening and slowly moved, stretching my tunnel a little and pulling back out. Then he was back inside, further this time. “Jesus Hope, you are so tight.” I swallowed hard at his words.
He took his time with short slow strokes until I was stretched wider and he was finally buried inside me. He grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs up to deepen his thrusts. I hadn’t thought it was possible for him to reach any deeper. He looked down at me while he pumped harder and ground his hips slightly from side to side with each stroke down. His face was taught and his eyes seared into me. He took my mouth smothering my moan and another small orgasm washed over me. I felt the muscles in his back tense as he fiercely pumped into me. His thrusts slowed and I thought I heard him quietly whisper my name as he shifted his weight from me.
A few minutes later we lay tangled in each other quietly, our breathing returning to normal. “Hope, how long has it been since you last had sex?”
“Ummm…two years” I said with a shaky voice, honest, but embarrassed by my own admission.
He pulled his face out of my neck to look directly in my eyes and my answer was rewarded with the smile. The full on pearly white teeth with full deep dimples smile that would forever be seared into my brain. He said nothing more, but gave me a sweet kiss on the lips and got up and walked to the bathroom.
I heard the water running from the bathroom and thought perhaps Kennedy had decided to shower. I was suddenly exhausted and raw emotion began to seep in as my brain finally caught up to my body. It has been so long since I was with a man, I wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was. Do I get dressed and leave? I grabbed my shirt and began to cover myself when Kennedy emerged from the bathroom. “What are you doing Hope?”
