Splash

by Kristen Kelly

  I watched her in shock, regretful for my outburst. What the hell was wrong with me? Couldn’t I see how much this was taking out of her?

  This time she couldn’t stop coughing despite finishing off her water. After her companion gave a few stiff whacks with the gavel, signaling the meeting was over, he escorted her from the room.

  ***

  When I met Elizabeth for dinner that evening, she was quiet, but I was so wrapped up in my own troubles, I just assumed it had to do with her leaving in two days. Neither of us wanted to say goodbye.

  As we sat eating capon and spinach salad by the light of a full moon, I leaned over the table, took her hand in mine and tried to lighten the mood. “When you go back to your real life, you can tell all your friends you finally learned to swim. While wearing an evening gown.”

  Liz laughed, a soft tinkling that did sprints around my heart. She took a sip of wine and then looked at me for a long time. “I’m truly sorry about that, Damon. I don’t know what got into me that night.”

  “Too much of that I should think.”

  She glanced at her glass, lowering her eyes. “Right.”

  “But I didn’t mind, actually.” I kissed her hand gently. “Besides, a little spontaneity can be fun.”

  “Spontaneity. Is that what you call it?”

  A tiny blush filled her cheeks. It reminded me of how heated she’d looked as she walked into the board room with that new board member right beside her. I wasn’t certain if they were together, but they weren’t apart either. Part of me wanted to know why she was at the meeting but the other part…well... I just wanted tonight to be about us. Turned out I didn’t have to ask her at all.

  She put down her fork and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “Damon, I…I should probably tell you why I was at the meeting.”

  “Oh, was that you?”

  “Damon!”

  “I’m kidding. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t too surprised. It’s not the first time my grandmother has invited one of the guests she’s become chummy with, but go ahead.”

  “Grandmother?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh. All right. Well… You saw the man I was with?”

  I nodded.

  “Well, he’s my father. Stepfather actually. You see, he’s one of the investors interested in the Club. I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

  “Oh.” This was strange. Very strange. How the hell did Liz’s dad get involved?

  “You aren’t mad, are you? I probably should have said something before instead of just showing up like that.”

  I shrugged. “No. No, I’m not mad about it. Besides, what difference would it make with one more investor? She’s not giving it to me anyway.” I tried not to sound hurt, but the fact that anyone, especially my Liz could be my undoing stung at my pride a bit. “I didn’t know your father was a client here.”

  “He’s not,” she said rather abruptly. “I mean, I didn’t know he was here until recently. He asked me to put in a good word with Delilah and I just thought I’d… ”

  “Be the dutiful daughter? Is that it?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Try the dessert.” I pointed to the chocolate mousse and she took a tiny bite, smiling almost stoically. “It’s the chef’s specialty,” I said, as if that could clear up any misconceptions we had about each other.

  She reached across the table, and took my hand. Her skin was smooth, the tiny fingers curled around my knuckles. “I didn’t know this was your inheritance until that meeting. If I had I’d…”

  “What? You would have told your old man to take a hike?”

  “Honestly…probably not.”

  “So what then?”

  She bit her lip and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. “I just didn’t know. That’s all.”

  “It’s not your problem,” I said more curtly than I’d planned. “I don’t want you to worry about this, okay? Delia does this sort of thing all the time. She likes to keep us all on our toes. It’s just her twisted way of letting us all know who is boss. You know, after my grandfather died, no one wanted her to get the Club. In fact, they all got together and tried to pull the rug out from under her.”

  “I can’t imagine anyone succeeding at that.”

  I chuckled. “Neither can I. In actuality, it could have worked. Collectively, they had ten percent over what my grandfather lead her to believe. Of course they did what every man does when he meets my grandmother. They underestimated her.”

  “How?”

  “Let’s just say she persuaded one of the board members to sign over his shares to her.”

  Liz’s somber face took on new life. “You mean she seduced one of them?”

  “Hey, I’ll never tell. Bottom line is, I know that deep down, my grandmother wants me to have the Club. I fully believe that. I think this is a little game she’s playing. Sadistic, but a game nonetheless. She’ll come to her senses soon enough.”

  “And the marriage?”

  “Haven’t figured that part out yet.”

  She raised her glass. “To Delilah, the woman has more balls than any woman I’ve ever met.”

  I raised my glass to hers, letting it clink against the other. “To Delilah. If I ever find a woman just like her, maybe that’s the one I should marry.”

  “Maybe you should.”

  I gave her a wicked smile, feeling the bare toes of her foot slide along my leg. The toes went higher until they wriggled inside the pocket of my shorts, the hell of her foot pressing along my half-erect cock.

  Fuck. Would I ever get enough of this woman? And she was leaving soon. Too soon.

  “My room,” she mouthed.

  My cock pulsed, growing hard beneath her foot. I was going to miss that smile, her playfulness, the way she moaned and threw her head back when I parted those swollen lips before sliding my tongue inside her core. She was so responsive. Just the thought of making her come had me rock hard and I’d have given anything to bend her over the table right now. Right here. Under the moonlight. Below the sparkling stars. A second later, the top of her foot was massaging my aching scrotum through the cotton of my shorts. I nearly lost all restraint.

  ***

  Ten minutes later, I was swiping the card key in the lock, and our bodies tumbled into Liz’s room.

  Our lips crashed together. Like a goddammed avalanche. Don’t leave, I murmured inside me head. Don’t leave me. Please.

  I bit at her neck, holding her still so I could remember her taste. Her smile. Her everything. Then I couldn’t hold her anymore because she was fumbling with the belt buckle and pulling out my dick. There was so much heat and lust and—yes even a bit of anger between us—that no amount of AC or fan propeller cold quench our desire for each other

  “I can’t,” she said to my unspoken request. “I want to, but I can’t.”

  I braced my hands upon the wall, caging her with my arms while plunged my tongue down her throat. Tasting wine and sweet chocolate while she began to stroke my cock.

  “I’ll miss this…” she said, breathless. “You’re so big. So… alive.”

  “I need to be inside you, baby.” I pinned her arms above her head, grinding into her, my tongue ravaging and swirling, taking everything I possibly could while my other hand rushed up the length of her sundress and probed inside her panties. First one. Then two fingers inside that sweet-as-sin pussy. As always she was wet for me. I licked her juices off my fingers.

  She tasted like heaven and felt that way too. Soft and delicious but with a little tang of evilness thrown into the mix. I doubted I’d ever taste anything naughtier in my life. Our little tryst in the Sex Club room gave me an idea of what Liz was capable of and I wanted more of that. And then some. There were so many things we wanted try. Most involving sex props or toys. I promised to spank her and then truss her up like a turkey, place that pretty pink pussy on full display just for me. The things I wanted to do to her, had no end. I could see us experimenting with all kinds of thi
ngs. Sadly, there wasn’t enough time.

  All we had was now.

  All we had was this. And to be honest, I couldn’t wait.

  I didn’t want to think about tomorrow. I wanted to fuck her hard. Hard enough to leave the two of us sore as fucking hell so she’d think about me for the next week. Hell, if I could, I wouldn’t stop fucking her for the next two long days. Give her something really to remember me by. Maybe leave a little scar somewhere. Before she left me.

  Don’t. Don’t leave.

  I grabbed her chin with my other hand and kissed her fiercely, letting my teeth graze the edge of her bottom lip. I didn’t want to let go. I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to make your body hum like a fiddle, baby. And not just once. But over…and over…and over again.”

  She made a little mewing sound and turned her body toward me.

  I ground into her.

  She melted against my cock.

  “I’m going to worship every inch of you.”

  “Please…”

  Not bothering to unlace the back of her dress, I lifted it over her head, then yanked it off so roughly, one of the thin wispy straps broke off. I grinned, staring at the damaged dress. “Don’t fix it.”

  “I won’t.”

  I tossed the dress over my shoulder, admiring my prize. Her breasts were high, the nipples dark, puckered, begging to be sucked. I cupped one roughly, encircling the areola and then flicking it with my thumb watching it respond and get all hard. Then I took it in my mouth while trailing my hands down the length of her. I ground into her, pushing my erection against her hips.

  “Damon,” she breathed again. “Oh Damon. Oh!” When I found the little rose bud between her legs, she spread her thighs further.

  My cock wept inside my boxers, because she’d managed to pull down my trousers but that was all.

  I whispered in her ear, the scent of her arousal sweeping along my brain. “I have a present for you, baby.” I lead her to the bed and then reached inside my pants pocket producing a velvet trimmed box. I set it on the bed watching her.

  “What’s this?” Her face lit up like light bulbs, grinning so wide it was infectious. Had I known how excited she got over gifts, I would have bought her one days ago.

  “Open it.”

  She lifted the lid, revealing two platinum nipple clamps, a silver glistening chain between them. Her beautiful face just about fell to the floor, disappointment evident.

  “You don’t like them?”

  “I thought…”

  “What is it? Too much? I’ve heard they heighten a woman’s arousal a great deal but if you don’t want…”

  “No, I just expected… Never mind.” Her face brightened. “Yes. Yes, I’ll wear them. For you.” She cocked her head and gave me that sly sexy smile I so loved, taking a slice of my heart.

  “Lay down, baby. I want to prepare you for these first.”

  While lying on her back, she pulled me down to her and I settled my lips around one breast while pinching and pulling at the other. I stretched and pulled at each, one with my gums, the other with my fingers until she was panting and restless. The heat of her pussy pulsed against my groin. When I bore down on one nipple with my teeth, she gasped. I sat back on my haunches, studying her perfect tits. “I’d say they’re standing at attention now,” I announced. “Ready for the real thing?”

  “Uh huh.” She sat up on her elbows, studying me.

  I reached inside the box and pulled out the clamps. I squeezed the jaws open of one clamp and then gently inserted one nipple. She jumped a little when I fastened it. “Too tight?”

  “No. I’m just nervous,” she said. “But a good nervous. I’ve never done this before.”

  I could practically see the lump of her heart slamming inside her chest as I held the other clamp.

  “Neither have I, baby.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.” That seemed to calm her a bit. “Ready for a bit more pressure?”

  I tightened one of the clamps. She sucked in a breath between her teeth but then after a few seconds, relaxed.

  “I think the weight of the chains it’s all about. That’s what the directions tell me. Still in the game?”

  “I am if you are.”

  “Good.” Inserting a digit inside her pussy, I slid it along her clit making her breath hitch and her buttocks bounce. Then I yanked on one of the nipple chains, which had a glorious affect on her whole trembling body.

  “Oh god, Damon… I’ve never. Oh. Oh.”

  I tugged the other clamp a little harder this time while revving up my massaging motions down below, then lowered my body along the length of her, kissing the sweet skin of her belly, hips, thighs, and finally her glorious wet clit. I glanced up, the hairs of her pussy tickling my chin. “So wet for me, Liz. Always so fucking wet.”

  She bent her knees, giving me more access. I flicked my tongue in and out, concentrating on her outer lips first and then along the tiny bundle of nerves with stiff swirling licks. Her back arched and she let out a loud scream when I yanked on the nipple clamps. I could tell she wasn’t in pain though. Or if she was, she was getting off on it.

  “So beautiful,” I murmured. I spread her body wide, tickling her hairs with my fingertips and admiring her rosy pinkness. I lay on my stomach, my aching cock plush against the mattress. I started to move as I licked her, gaining friction along the sheets. When her voice kicked up a notch, my cock nearly exploded from the sound of her. “Come for me, baby. Come. Come on my tongue.” I felt he hips push into me, grinding that delicious pussy against my face and then she was coming. Coming so loud I thought the paint would peel off the walls. I pulled my head away grinning up between her legs.

  When, her breathing grew more normal—she looked down at me smiling, cupped my head between her palms. I crawled along the bed until our faces were right on top of each other. And then I gave her a long languid kiss, my brain reeling with loss. And hope. And fear. The fear that I’d never see this vibrant sexy woman ever again. Never taste her lips upon mine. How could she be leaving? Didn’t she feel something? Anything? I searched those deep sultry eyes of hers for some sort of sign, but saw nothing. I still needed to fuck her. My cock was begging to be released. But I wanted something else too.

  “Damon I…?”

  I waited, and I thought she was about to say more. At least I hoped so, but something prevented that.

  The emergency number on my cell phone pinged.

  Chapter SEVENTEEN

  Elizabeth

  Jason was waiting for me by the bar, looking like a bear who wanted to rip somebody’s head off. “Did you see him?” he blurted out, the minute I was within earshot. “Did you know the bastard was here? Here! In the Club.”

  I knew exactly who he was talking about. Jake. Jason’s eyes were red, and a little vein throbbed at his temple. It looked like he was drinking too. And not just pop.

  “I did. Yes.” I brought myself up on one of the bar stools and ordered a glass of tomato juice. I really wanted a drink, needed one actually, but I’d barely opened my eyes after finally getting some sleep at three in the morning after fucking Damon all night. Every muscle in my body ached and I was sore as fucking hell, reminding me of Damon’s incredible girth, nipples tender as they brushed the harsh linen of my blouse.

  “Fuck. What the hell is he doing here, Liz, and why didn’t you tell me the minute he arrived? He says he’s been here two whole days. Two days, Liz! How is that even possible? Liz…”

  “Huh? What did you say?”

  “Are you even listening to me? What’s wrong with you, anyway? You look like… never mind. What did he say to you? When I tried to get an answer he just told me to go to hell, and that you would know why he was here.”

  “He wants to buy the Club.”

  “What do you mean, he wants to buy the club?”

  “Just what I said, Jason.”

  “But why here? Wait. He didn’t hurt you, or threaten you in
anyway?”

  I dropped my gaze to my glass so Jason couldn’t see my face. I never could lie to my brother.

  “What does he want, Liz? And don’t’ tell me it’s just a coincidence him finding us here.”

  “He wants me to put in a word with Mrs. Delaney.”

  “Mrs. Delaney? The old brawd that owns the place?”