by Rachel Star
“Hmmm, tonight,” I elongated the o, as if I were trying to remember my plans. “Well, alright.”
It appeared he was relieved.
“Great! Pick you up at eight!” he winked at me and left my office.
Erik
I knew that if I was to find out who exactly Adrianna Barnes was, I had to strike while the iron was still hot. And of course, calling her wouldn’t work. It’d be too easy for her to back out. But in person-now, there’s a different story.
I had hired a private investigator to look into Adrianna and see if she was working with our competition but I felt the need to do a little recon of my own. Plus, I couldn’t get the image of her writhing underneath me out of my head. I was only too eager for a repeat performance.
From the information that the detective dug up by following her for the last two days, I still couldn’t tell what her deal was. She seemed to be exactly as she appeared to be: a good worker, minimal debt, owns a cat, has a few friends. And confirming the personal things I knew about her like being raised by her Grandmother. Nothing incriminating jumped out at him. Maybe it was just a matter of time.
But, in the meantime, I might as well have some fun, right?
Adrianna
When I was getting ready for my date with Erik, all I could think about was his laptop, how I could get access to it and enough time to crack the encryption. I knew that if I didn’t get it done this time, I was out of luck. There would be no more opportunities.
I paid less attention to what I’d be wearing this evening, though a small part of me still wanted to look fabulous. Luckily, Lydia had left a few dresses for that very same reason, and despite me urging her to take them back, she wouldn’t. I have to learn to listen to her more often.
This time, I chose an equally comfortable, strapless dress. There was something about its intricately pleated bodice that topped of the embellished skirt, giving the impression of casual elegance. With such a dress, I decided to tone down my make-up, not that I would have dolled myself up with tons of it. A few touches of just the right stuff here and there, elongating my eyelashes and reddening my lips just a little, and I was done.
The effect was truly spectacular. I could barely believe it was Adrianna staring back at me from inside the mirror. I was happy and welcomed the additional boost of self-confidence. I’d definitely needed it tonight, especially if I manage to sneak a peek at Erik’s laptop.
As always, he was on time. Complimenting me on my looks, I thanked him and smiled gleefully. Why do his compliments make me giggle like a school girl?
This time, he chose a different restaurant, in my opinion even fancier than the previous one. Honestly, I felt a little out of place and was afraid that it showed. Erik on the other hand, had his game face on, smiling at whoever greeted him, returning the offered hand. I could definitely see what all the fuss was about and why not only women found him so irresistible.
Not surprisingly, we chatted easily and there was not one dull moment at the dinner table. I laughed at his jokes and he in turn laughed at my work-related embarrassments that I found harmless enough to share.
He kept asking me personal questions, and most of them I didn’t mind answering, though I did find it a little strange. Was there a specific reason or was it the excuse I had used on him a few days ago- he just wanted to get to know me?
I could already feel the wine working its magic. I had that warm feeling and everything was alright with the world. But, I had to shake myself awake and focus on the task at hand.
At one point he leaned over the table toward me.
“I think the place is getting overcrowded. What do you say we take care of the bill and go somewhere more private?”
I knew exactly what he meant. A part of me didn’t want to go, but I reminded myself that I was doing this for Nana and all of the others like her. Plus, my body had its own response to Erik.
Remembering my main objective, I smiled, sipped my wine and nodded.
Erik took care of the bill, and before I knew it we were back at his place. Memories flooded back and I felt myself blushing at all that happened last time. Would it happen again? And more importantly, do I want it to happen again?
Honestly, I couldn’t make up my mind.
Everything was the same, yet I yearned for that feeling of not knowing what happens next. I felt nervous and a little tense, knowing what I had to do later on. It felt wrong and it felt right – for two very different reasons.
“You seem lost in thought,” I heard him say behind me. “Are you alright, Adrianna?” he sounded almost worried.
“Yes, yes. Sorry, it’s just been a long day,” I tried to come up with an excuse. Or maybe I wanted him to provide me with one?
“Well, there is only one thing I want you to be thinking about right now,” He said mischievously and turned toward a set of two humongous speakers, which suddenly started playing jazz.
“Ella Fitzgerald?” I asked, surprised.
“I remember you mentioned liking jazz and this seemed appropriate.”
I couldn’t believe it. He actually paid attention to what I was saying last time!
It was all just too much: the wine, the music, him. I was overwhelmed. And it didn’t take him long to approach me with that look of his that could melt glaciers.
His left arm glided softly behind my back, pulling my body against his, following the rhythm of the music.
“You seem a little distracted tonight,” he said. “Are you sure everything’s alright?”
He knew that I had a hidden agenda. He must have felt it somehow. I needed to be more convincing.
I straightened my back, allowing his arm to rest just above my behind. My palms rested on his firm chest and I could sense his breathing was becoming deeper, heavier.
Slowly, we stopped dancing, and he leaned toward me. As he did so, our bodies pressed against each other, and I could feel his hardness. He looked at me straight in the eyes and I fought hard to return his gaze.
When he kissed me, he did so softly first, then bit down hard on my lower lip. I could feel a rush of goose bumps go down my spine. I actually liked it.
He walked me backward across the room and I felt myself bump up against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of me and bent his mouth to my collar bone.
I could feel his warm breath on my cheek, and then, the running of his tongue upward on my neck.
“I know you’ve learned your lesson last time,” I could hear his voice, coaxing. “And I know you’ll be a good girl from now on,” he paused.
“I will,” I heard myself say, barely recognizing my voice. My every muscle trembled, both with tension and with anticipation of what was to come. I felt my stomach being tied in thousands of knots.
He rewarded my answer.
“That’s a good girl.”
Then, without a single word, he ripped the top of my dress. Before I even realized what he had done, my breasts were fully exposed, with me still pinned against the wall.
He pressed his knee between my legs, and with his finger, trailed the line of my skin from my neck, down to my collar bone, ending right on my erect nipple.
I dared not move.
“Remember our agreement from before? Just nod,” he whispered.
I nodded.
“You remember the safe word?”
I nodded.
“You remember what you need to do?”
I nodded again.
“That’s my girl. Now,” he said ceremoniously as his finger continued to trail down my belly, discovering the soft triangle that rested between my legs. “I’ve got something really special in store for us tonight. A real treat.”
I could feel the corners of my lips twisting into a smile. I was glad the light in the room was dimmed, because I could feel my entire body blushing.
Feeling exposed, I was more than glad when he took me by the hand and led me into the same room as the last time. I felt like I was there for his own private viewing pl
easure, and him taking his sweet time felt both like pleasure and torture.
He laid me on the bed, my dress torn, my breasts exposed, my legs spread. He released a sound, a growl, a moan, I wasn’t sure, as I wiggled to tilt my hips upward.
“Keep still or you’ll make me do it for you,” he said firmly, so I decided to lie still.
Erik cupped my backside and lowered his head to me. I felt his hot breath on me and the slightest flicker of his tongue on my clit. The sensation shot thousands of pin pricks over my body, a mixture of pleasure and intense need.
I lay there fully exposed to him, wanting to beg for more when I suddenly feel his tongue sweep inside of me. My body responded in spasms and I bit down hard on my lip to keep still.
Suddenly, he removed the source of pleasure and I moaned in pain.
“Patience, baby,” I could hear him say. “I’d love to pleasure you like this all night long, but like I said, we’ve got other things to try tonight. Things I think you’ll particularly enjoy.”
I wondered what could be different, better than what we did last time, better than what he was doing now. But when it came to love making, I quickly learned to trust him.
“I want you to stay in this position, and close your eyes,” he instructed. “Or better yet, I’ll help you stay like that.”
He approached the magic cupboards and extracted what appeared to be four silk scarves, which he then proceeded to tie around my wrists and ankles, attaching them firmly to the bed frame. Just like the last time, I was bound, I was helpless, I couldn’t move. And I loved it.
I actually wanted him to cover my eyes as well, since I wasn’t sure I could be trusted not to look. The temptation was just too great.
“Could you also cover my eyes, like the last time?” I whispered.
“Are you telling me what to do?” he roared. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.”
Was I going to get punished now? Probably.
Did I do it on purpose? Not really sure myself.
“I have something better in mind for girls who don’t know when to keep their mouth shut,” he said wickedly. “Now, I’ll make you watch in silence.”
He went to the cupboard again and took out what appeared to be a collar with a ball in the middle. What was he going to do with that?
“Open wide,” he ordered.
Was he going to put that thing in my mouth?
I obediently opened my mouth, and he stuffed the ball in. At first, I was a little frightened. What if I couldn’t breathe?
“Since you can’t say the safe word right now, we’re going to do it like this: take this iron ball and hold it in your hand. Whenever you feel uncomfortable and want to stop the game, just drop it on the floor. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded. It all sounded simple. And deliciously wicked.
“Now that you can’t interrupt me with your talking, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.”
Erik then took a set of clothespins and approached me.
He relieved me of the rest of my dress, and I was left stark naked. He sighed.
“You have the most beautiful, succulent body I’ve ever seen. I’d fuck you 24/7 if I could,” he said, his eyes flashing.
His words made me blush, which was sort of funny considering the position I was in. I mean, what else did I have to be modest about?
Then, he took the clothes pins and clamped them to my nipples, one at a time. They were plastic, and the sensation was more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. There was a sharp bite to them, and every now and then, Erik would tug gently on one of them.
My body was shaking in waves of hot and cold, as he kept tugging on the clothes pins, harder and harder, in an erotic urgency. I could feel my insides pulsating, aching for him to penetrate me, while he kept tugging on the clothes pins and biting my lip.
This sweet torture lasted until he finally decided to go south again.
“Is this what you want?” Two of his fingers slid easily right into me and I thought I was going to faint. A sense of overriding pleasure tensed my body at this more than welcome intrusion.
“But not like this,” with one quick pull, he released my nipples from the grasp of the plastic clothes pins, leaving a soft tingling behind. He untied my wrists and ankles, and ordered me to lie on my stomach and lift my butt a little up in the air.
I obliged, more than happy. He spread me further and pushed inside of me.
“God, you feel so good, Adrianna,” I heard him moan, but I couldn’t reply because the gag was still in my mouth.
He started off slowly, deliberately, and then quickened his pace. My body rocked in rhythm with his, taking in his swollen manhood. I wanted to scream, and when he touched my clit with his finger, I could felt my mind explode and my body tremble with unimaginable pleasure. I felt Erik’s body convulse and heard his roar of pleasure as he emptied himself into me.
I was shaking with delight, with embarrassment, with pleasure at having satisfied him.
After he untied the gag, he rolled on the bed.
“You. Are. The. Naughtiest girl I’ve ever met,” he said, breaking for pauses to take deep breaths.
Once the waves of pleasure began to ebb, my mind returned to the task at hand. I needed to get to Erik’s computer and find out what he knows about the drug. That thought was quickly followed by another: I’ve never had better and more exciting sex than I did with this man. And this was definitely going to be a problem.
We fell asleep soon afterwards, exhausted and content, both of us dreaming of something that the other could never possibly understand.
Erik
Man, ooh man! It’s just crazy how much Adrianna and I click! Not only in bed, but in everything. We seem to be so much alike, that freaks me the fuck out!
But, there was no way this was going to work. Not until I find out who she really was.
I had never before wanted a girl to stay after sex, and now this was the second time I’d fallen asleep with one still in my bed.
Was I actually falling for her?
Hopefully, the detective would soon have something specific about her past as well as her present, and maybe even future plans.
In the meantime, I had a very important phone call to make and part of me wanted to send her off home, but I couldn’t. Remembering how I left her last time, with just a note, it just didn’t seem right. So, I decided we’d spend the morning together as well, right after I made this phone call.
Adrianna
I have to admit, I was expecting yet another message from Erik when I woke up, saying that he had urgent business to take care of. It would have made things pretty easy, seeing that it was close to impossible for me to leave the bed during the night and go snooping around.
He was spooning me and whenever I tried to remove his arm, he’d start squirming, even waking up a few times, only to hug me even tighter. This was all very strange. Not the kind of behavior you’d expect from a guy like Erik.
In all honesty, I was actually hoping I’d be left alone to check out his home office, but to my disappointment, he was in there, talking to someone over the phone.
The door was ajar, so I could hear him talking and though I couldn’t hear what he was saying, the tone of his voice indicated that the subject was serious. If I didn’t get the chance to snoop through his laptop, at least I could try and get some information by eavesdropping. He appeared to be having a very heated argument with whoever was on the other end.
I hid myself behind the wall, and even though it wasn’t the location that allowed for the best sound, it was the only place where I was sure Erik wouldn’t see me.
“So, what are you saying?” I heard Erik raising his voice.
“No, no, no! Don’t tell me that!” he wasn’t yelling, but he was obviously very upset. “You are the one who’s supposed to know! When you do a thing like that, you should be well aware of what the consequences are!”
I could tell by the constant footfalls
and the ebb and flow of his voice that Erik was pacing his office, like a caged tiger.
“OK, OK, calm down. This isn’t the first time that you’re calling me about this and like I said before, I want you to do so, whenever there’s a problem. I want to be in on the whole thing. But I also need you to acknowledge that you’re at least partly responsible for this. I’m not helping you if you don’t.” Another pause.
“Yes, exactly. You allowed it to happen. You need to be careful, we need to be careful. And of course, they’ll come for another checkup before this whole thing blows over. There are consequences, there are always consequences. ” He sounded calmer now.
“Yes, we need to think things through and think about what our course of action should be. I’d come if I could. I’ve just got too much going on here, I can’t just disappear for a few days. But, I can send someone. You just call me whenever you need to, alright? We’ll make this work, don’t worry.”
With these last words, he hung up.
I was still standing behind the door, more confused than ever.
Who was Erik talking to? And more importantly, what was he talking about? Could it be that he was discussing the side effects of the drug that they recently released? He did mention consequences and checkups. What else could he have been talking about?
Was the person on the other end of the phone the invisible partner everyone at work talked about but no one could identify?
A part of me was almost wishing that somewhere along the lines, I’d find evidence of Erik’s innocence and that in reality, someone else was framing him for the whole thing. But, from what I just heard, it didn’t’ sound possible.
Erik knew exactly what was going on at those labs. Those were his signatures allowing for the drug to reach the market and unsuspecting patients. It was him who just said that he’d make it all work out.
Yes, it’ll all work out, but for who?
Fatal Attraction Vol. 3
An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Adrianna
