by Hayes, S. I.
She knitted her brows, as she wiped her mouth gently with a napkin. “It can be daunting. There’s a lot of long unforgiving hours, and paperwork for unsavory idiots who don’t give a damn. Depending on the type of work you do. But you could have done pro bono work, helped people that way.”
“Like I said, it wasn’t in me.” He stood up reaching for her plate. She looked down only now realizing she had practically finger licked it clean.
“Guess I was hungry.” She giggled, letting him take the plate, putting it in the sink. She watched him as he took a bowl of strawberries out of the fridge with a carton of heavy whipping cream, putting it on the counter before heading to the upright.
“Hope you saved room for dessert.” He called out from behind the freezer. He put a bowl of ice on the table with a second metal bowl inside with a whisk.
“What have you got there?”
“I picked these up at the market this afternoon on the way back with Harold. He was a big help by the way. Showed me a lot of the city I didn’t know about.”
“He’s a Godsend, I don’t know what I’d do without him.” She watched intently as he poured the heavy cream into the empty bowl and began to stir vigorously, as the cream began to thicken she got down from the stool and slinked around behind him, her fingers finding the base of his tank top. She lifted it, and he smiled as she traced his spine with her fingernails gently. She reached around him and grabbed an ice cube.
“What are you do-” He yelped, as she put it in her mouth, touching it to his back, followed by the heat of her tongue. “Ahh…” His head tilted back and his eyes popped open wide, as she licked and kissed her way around to his stomach. Bare foot as she was she barely came up to his chest. He looked down at her over his glasses, and she reached up taking them off of him.
“I kind of need those.” He said blinking to focus his eyes, looking back down at her now blurred figure. He reached for them, as she put them on, realizing just how blind he was without them.
“First thing tomorrow morning I’m getting you an appointment to see my optometrist, you’re getting contacts and then we are burning these.”
“I can’t let you do that, the prescription is crazy expens-”
“Matthew, don’t argue with me. I’m going to get my way, or pout until I do. You don’t want to see my pout. It’s pathetic, really.” She crossed her arms, lowering her head, letting her eyes drop as she twisted her toes inward and turned in place like a small child.
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, alright.” He turned to the bowl. “Well I guess the crème isn’t the only thing that’s whipped around here.”
She stuck her finger in the bowl, then into her mouth. “You did a good thing here.” She purred, as she looked around. “Why don’t we take this upstairs? I’d like to see this bed you bought.”
He smirked, taking all three bowls in his hand. “Right this way.”
When they got to the top of the stairs, Matthew stopped at the credenza just outside the room. “Give me just a moment. Just go in, close the door. I gotta let Pepper in.” Matthew pleaded, kissing her hungrily before putting down the bowls and leaving her alone.
“Oh? Okay.” Forgot he had a dog… She opened the door to the bedroom curiously, while Donnella had seen the apartment empty, and handpicked most of the furniture, she had not been there when it had been arranged or put in to the proper places. She was curious to see which rooms got what. To her pleasant surprise the dark cherry furniture made its way into the Master Suite, and she wondered if Harold had anything to do with it. She smiled looking about. In one corner adjacent to the walk in closet was a full length mirror on a stand, down the wall was a large horizontal and a vertical chest of drawers. With several cameras on them. The King sized bed was made of metal and cherry wood, and had a night stand to either side, all the pieces seemed to be crammed against one end of the room, except the bed, it was in the center under the first set of windows. As she looked she realized that in front of the other set of windows were several tarps and an open easel, with an empty canvas on it. Also in the space facing the city was a tripod with a camera and telephoto lens. Forgetting her interest in the bed she wandered over to the camera, just as the bedroom door opened and Matthew came inside. She didn’t notice, now it was his turn to watch her.
She stood on tiptoe in order to see in to the camera, from here she could see down into the park, specifically a park bench, where at the moment a man and a woman were sitting, kissing rather passionately. She lowered the camera some so she could see better and adjusted the lens/ Seeing the couple more clearly, aroused her.
Her fingers skimmed the collar of her robe then slipped inside, over her breast, just as the young man outside touched the woman. She let out a soft moan, her other hand traveled up the inside of the robe, as the man’s hand traveled up the woman’s knee length skirt. Her breathing increased as she watched and caressed her most delicate of parts.
“See something you like? Through my lens?” Matthew asked abruptly with a grin. Remembering her words to him on their first meeting.
“Oh!” Donnella, pulled her hands away, startled she turned red faced, but there was nowhere to go as he approached, with a laugh.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He looked into the camera, readjusting the lens. “Well I can see what got you so hot and bothered. Come here.” He put out his hand, pulling her in close. Her face was lit up from embarrassment, the color flushing her cheeks and chest. “Don’t be shy.” He tilted her head bending down to kiss her. “We all do that.”
“Yeah, when we’re alone.” She turned her head.
“So you won’t finish for me then?” He pulled at the knot of the robe, opening it up, tracing the outer part of her areola.
She arched her back lifting her breasts to him.
“C’mon, show me what you really like. How you really like it.” He bent down and kissed her nipple flicking the hardening flesh with his tongue.
“Okay.” She murmured, letting the robe hit the floor. He gathered her up pressing her naked body against him taking her to the bed, and laying her down. He kissed her then pulled away, to sit down the edge of the bed. She laughed, burying her face in the pillow. Then looking at him she reached for her thighs, spreading them open.
“Not like that, take your time. Pretend I’m not here.”
“Easier said than done.” She laughed awkwardly, sitting up. “If you weren’t here I’d have a vibrator and some Five-Finger-Death-Punch playing.”
“Well I don’t have a vibrator, but…” He walked over to the vertical dresser and went through the top drawer, pulling out an MP3 player and earbuds. “The other I got. Put these on, close your eyes and relax.”
“You just wanna watch? Why?”
“I wanna see you bloom without any distractions, is that so bad?”
She took the player, scrolling through it a moment. She picked a few songs setting them to play in succession. “Can I have another kiss before I start?”
He smiled. “I’ll do you one better.” He kissed her mouth and trailed his fingers down between her legs, finding her more than responsive to his touch. She let out a whimper, as he bent down and kissed her clit with the slightest bit of tongue, getting just a taste of her before finally moving away.
Putting in the earbuds she closed her eyes and went to her happy place, the song Undone slowly wrapping its self around her. The singers voice deep, sending a vibration through her with the base.
***
Matthew watched as her hands found their marks, one hand at her breasts, the other working its way down to her bare pubis. He knew it was the look but he wondered if he might not talk her into growing in at least the smallest patch of her red hair. He loved the feel of a woman against his face, his hands, his hard cock when he was inside her. She moaned quiet but eagerly as her hands worked steadily. She rolled onto her side, drawing her knee upward, and a deep groan escaped her now quivering lips. Her face was in the pillow a moment but she tossed it asi
de with her free hand, pushing herself up off the bed. The hand working her moved rapidly between her partly closed legs, and she began to shake. Her skin flushed, as she grabbed the thick comforter, digging her nails into it. She arched her back impossibly far, her head thrown back. Hair splayed across the mattress, as her mouth opened. Barely a sound escaping, just a series of short little whimpers, and jolts of high pitched sounds as her body convulsed in a rhythm all its own. She collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving, one hand at her chest covering her still extended nipples, the other draped lazily across her hip, as she stared at the ceiling.
Matthew’s heart fought against his ribs, the sight of her coming was almost enough to make him blow his own load and he hadn’t even realized he’d gotten hard. He climbed off the edge of the bed, taking off his clothes. He had to have her. There was no way around it.
Sitting up, taking off the earbuds Donnella watched him strip, her legs were still shaking from the multiple orgasm she had just given herself, but she couldn’t resist him. She wanted that hard throbbing rod inside her, no matter how difficult walking would be the next morning. She’d just wear flats for a few days. He climbed on to the bed, grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her down to him.
“You’re beautiful when and after you come.” He blurted out, as he lifted her to him, kissing her roughly running his hands through her hair as he kissed and left small bites down her neck.
“Am I not otherwise?” She chuckled as he flattened her out and put himself beside her, turning her to her side, he lifted her leg with his arm.
“Not that beautiful, no.” He let out a low grunt, as he sidled up behind her, taking her from behind.
“Then you’ll just have to keep me coming so that I keep this glow all the time.”
“I like the sound of that.” He thrusted deeply, then pulled back slowly as he reached around, finding her clit swollen and throwing a massive amount of heat. He used his middle fingers to gently massage her, careful as he knew she was still sensitive. It didn’t take long before she was moaning again.
“Harder.” She pleaded. Grabbing his hand and helping him to apply more pressure to her as he thrusted. She pushed him back, pulling away, only to climb back on him, backwards. Keeping him deep, she leaned forward, her hands down the end of the bed, pushing off for leverage as he held her hips.
“Sit back.” She panted with authority, her legs shaking as she sat up, her back against his chest. Grabbing his hands she led them to her heavy and bouncing breasts. “Keep the girls in place so I can finish.”
She rocked down on him, her muscles tightening, he’d never had a woman take him this way before. Hell he’d never had a woman take him for this long before. He was surprised he was lasting it out. He could feel the walls of her insides as they contracted each time she came and he’d counted at least three times already. She was doing little circles, he could feel the motions as her hips turned and twisted around his cock. His balls began to tighten, the sure sign he was getting ready to come.
“I’m gonna…”
She reached down and grabbed him by the sac, and the lower part of his shaft, giving him a little tug. The sensation sent a shock through him and a pain.
“Ahh, fuck what did you do?” He bucked underneath her, but she kept at him.
“You’re not coming are you?” She smirked.
“That hurt like a bitch though.” He lifted her off of him, putting her back to the mattress.
“I promise to kiss and make it better.”
***
“This is strange.” Matthew whispered pushing a long curl from Donnella’s neck to leaving a kiss behind.
“What’s that?” She murmured, pushing back into him lacing her fingers into his.
“All of this. I’m not sure how I feel about being kept like this, the apartment for one. The money. It’s really a lot. I mean I feel like I’m not going to be doing very much for you in return.”
She rolled over to face him, the moon illuminating her green eyes which seemed to soften. “I lead a busy life, Matthew. I don’t have much time for relationships, and I have even less time for the games that are often associated with dating. And my social status puts me in a spot where everything, and one I do is scrutinized. She crawled on top of him, kissing him as she spoke. “It’s why I do this, this way. I get what I need and so will you. I do these things because the money doesn’t mean much to me. I’ve got enough to spare, I give to charities, to organizations, politicians worth a damn. So why not give it to the few men I decide to spend time with? Keeping them in the lifestyle they should get used to in my opinion. Is that so bad? I think that in time you will earn all of this yourself. I’m just giving you the jumpstart, because it keeps you accessible to me. It’s really rather selfish.” She stared down at him, rocking slowly as he held her by the hips, gently, looking into her eyes.
“The idea of love never occurs to you then? To actually try and make it work with someone? Have what others have had.”
She pulled away from him, wrapping the sheet around herself, as though the question wounded her. “Look, I’ve seen where that can lead you. My father loved my mother. Adored her even, and then he lost her. It ripped him apart… Still does. Why should I put myself through something like that? Or better yet. Let me put it to you like this. I’ve never met a man who didn’t look at me and think jackpot.” Her features were hardened as she looked back at him, accusing him.
“I can honestly say that those were not my first thoughts when I saw you.” Matthew sat up, reaching across the bed to her. “I have to say that my senses have been bombarded by you.” She smiled shortly, softening again as his fingers met her own. “Sight” He pulled her across the bed. “Touch.” He ran his fingers up her back, and buried his face in her hair. “Smell… Taste.” He kissed her and she let out a moan. “I love that sound.”
7
Hearing Pepper whimper, Matthew awoke before dawn to find himself quite alone. Getting up he quickly jetted down the stairs to find Donnella trying to wrestle her hair clip out of the puppy’s mouth.
“Come here you little minx. Give mama, the clip.” Donnella whispered desperately.
“She doesn’t like you sneaking out any more than I do, apparently.” Matthew said with a tap of his barefoot to the floor. “Pepper, floor. Now.”
The puppy dropped the hair clip and ran over to Matthew obediently, her little head down, the nub of a tail wagging slow. He scratched her between the ears. “You’re doing better. Now go laydown.”
The puppy ran over to and hopped up on the couch with some help from the cushion he had put there for her to climb up on.
Donnella picked up the clip, examining it for damage. Seeing it was just slimed she dropped it in her purse. “I wasn’t sneaking. I was quietly making my exit… In the dead of night. While you were a sleep.”
“Yeah, we call that sneaking where I come from.”
“Well I call it, I have work in the morning and no clothing here, so I have to go.” Matthew took her purse from her with a look of annoyance. “What are you doing?”
“Call Harold, now.”
“He’s asleep.”
“Probably, but call him anyway.”
She took her bag back, and pulled out her phone, she hit the speed dial. “It’s ringing… Voice mail…”
He took the phone from her. “Harold, Matthew, listen, Donnella had some bad Thai last night and is holed up at my place, could you cancel her appointments for tomorrow, and when you get a chance swing by her apartment for a fresh bit of clothes, she’s gonna need them, I don’t think my sweats are gonna do it for long. Something practical, none of those ridiculous heels,. Thanks bud.”
She glared at him, her posture one of seething. “What in the fuck do you think you are doing? I don’t just cancel an entire day! I can’t do things like that!”
“Donnella, you’re the Boss, you can do whatever you want. You don’t actually have to be at every meeting. You do have staff who know how to do
their jobs.”
“What would you know?”
“Probably more than you realize, but I don’t want to argue with you. For right now, you are going to march back up those stairs, climb back into that bed with me and get some actual sleep. Then in the morning we are going out.”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“I think Harold will be here before you know it.”
“You’re probably right.”
“You hate that about me don’t you?”
“Probably.”
“Besides if you want me to wear my contacts, you’re going to have to put them in for me.”
“Wait you have them?”
“Yeah, one set. I just don’t like touching my eyes.”
“No needles, doesn’t touch his eyes. Oi vey!”
“Oh are you Jewish?”
She glared at him for the lousy joke.
***
“Good morning you lying dogs!” Harold’s voice blared through the apartment. “Oh look an actual lying dog!” He put several garment bags on the couch, and a tray of coffees down on the dining room table. “Hello? Is this a bad time? Because someone woke me up at Three A.M. for clothes and a day off!” He finished in a sing song manner.
Matthew emerged first, coming down the stairs in just his checkered pants. “Hey, Harold, how did you get in?”
“Oh, they all know me here. So they just let me on up.”
“I see… Good to know.” He took a deep breath, catching a whiff of the coffee on the table.
“You didn’t have to. I have a coffee maker, somewhere.”
“Yes, but you don’t have the fixings for the espresso machine, yet, and she’s particular. Only drinks Espressino’s, or these huge Cappuccinos. The Espressino, I can only get around here, so it’s a treat for her.”
“Okay. You’ll have to write that down for me, along with some other things, I’ll aside you for later when we have the time.”
