“Oh shut up. I didn’t even know it could do that. I should be mad at you for not showing me that sooner. I’m tired, baby, are you coming to bed soon?”
I kissed her on the forehead and tucked her in. “Yes, I’ll be in bed soon. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Before I even walked out the room she was snoring. Tomorrow she would unquestionably have some trouble walking. I headed back to the kitchen to finish up the contract. It was a little before one in the morning when I sent the final contract out. I shut off my laptop and cut the lights. I went to bed with a smile on my face.
3
Tony
It had been two days since I saw Regina. I didn’t believe she wanted nothing to do with me; she wasn’t taking my calls, acknowledging any of my direct messages on FB, or replying to my e-mails. Did her man find out? We spoke for the past three months close to ten times a day someway somehow. Now she won’t even answer me.
I pulled my dresser drawer out and searched through it until I found it: Regina’s red lace thong from our last night together. I held it close to my nose, inhaling her. It still carried her scent, sweet and sexy. She had all I needed and I had to have her. I just didn’t want the extra baggage she held on to.
Snapping out my world I stuffed my token of her safely away. I looked to my phone on the bed. I sent another direct message: Now I’m worried. What’s going on? I’m on my way.
Hopefully that’d get her attention. I stared at my phone for the next ten minutes. Nothing popped up on the screen. It was one in the morning. Fuck it, I’m going over there. As much as I knew that going over there would and could be a huge mistake, I didn’t care. I threw on the nearest pair of Nikes, grabbed my car keys, and headed out the door.
I didn’t know what it was about Regina, but when I was near her everything in me went numb. The softness of her skin, her lips, her voice; I never felt this way about any woman. Regina had it all: the body—perfect; her mind—limitless; her style—always ahead of the game.
I darted to the car, jumped in, and was so nervous about appearing at her front door at this time, I dropped the keys. I bent my head over the steering wheel and said in a whisper, “What the hell are you doing? She wasn’t supposed to get under me like this!”
I picked my head up and reached for my keys on the floor next to the gas pedal. I put the key in the ignition but didn’t turn it. Instead I stared through the windshield out at the dim streetlights. It was quiet; hardly anyone was outside. My fingers were still in position to turn the key, but my mind wouldn’t allow it.
“She’s taken. She isn’t yours!” I spoke out loud to nudge myself out the car.
I didn’t budge. I covered my eyes with my hands.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Meet me @ Hilton off LIE exit 49. Rm 5066. R, rolled across the screen. My eyes opened wider with happiness. I had to look again to make sure I saw correctly. It wasn’t her usual number so my contentment abruptly dissipated. This could be a setup, crossed my mind. I decided to call the number to make sure it was her.
It rang four times before someone answered: “Why are you calling me? You should be on your way.”
A huge grin came across my face. “Baby, my baby, what took you so long to call me? I missed you.”
“Tony, we discussed this. It will never be. I love my life; now you can play your part in it or I can get a replacement. Which would you like?”
Her sternness got my dick hard instantly. “Say no more, I’m on my way.” I pushed End on the screen, turned the key in the ignition, and put the car in gear. I pushed my foot on the gas and zipped my way to the Long Island Expressway from Midtown Manhattan. My mind was racing. I thought we had more than just sex. Am I falling in love? Why won’t she leave him? He’s not her husband, there’s no record of a marriage certificate. I know that for a fact. She’s not the only one with a high powered friend or two. If she strictly wants sex, then that’s exactly what she’s going to get—for now. Soon she will be mine. I’ll make sure of it.
Thirty minutes later I was exiting off the highway following the directions from my phone to the Hilton. I drove around the lot looking for Regina’s baby blue Bentley. I didn’t see it. My paranoia made an appearance again. This is a fucking setup! I pulled into a parking space at the back of the hotel. I picked up my phone and exited the navigation on my phone. Searching my call log I called the last number dialed.
“You better be downstairs,” Regina answered.
“I am, where’s your car?”
“In the shop. Is there a problem?” she questioned.
“Matter of fact, there is.” I waited for her response.
Regina’s breaths became deeper. “What?”
“I have one question for you: are you setting me up for your man to get at me?”
“You can’t be serious. Do you actually think that I—me, someone you fucking on the regular—would do that?” Her tone was no longer sexy.
“Yeah, I do.” There was a long pause before she spoke again.
“Listen, Tony, there’s no one holding a gun to your head. Do whatever you feel. I’m through.”
The phone clicked in my ear. If it was a setup then I was surely dead. Fuck it. I didn’t drive all this way just to turn back. I knew the room number already so I looked for a back door of the hotel. There was one; I only hoped that I didn’t need a key card to enter. Fuck! I cursed the key card slot for the door. Suddenly the door opened. Yes! I grabbed the handle and held the door.
“Thanks,” the man offered.
“No, thank you. Have a good night,” I replied and entered the hotel.
I walked straight to the elevator and pushed the call button. I was still kind of nervous, but so far so good. The elevator doors opened and I entered pushing the fifth-floor button. It only took a minute to arrive at the fifth floor. When the doors opened and I cautiously peeked out and quickly reverted my head back. I pushed the fourth floor button instead and exited then. I walked toward the staircase and walked up one flight of stairs. Again, I opened the door and poked my head out. The hallway was empty. I stood there for a minute listening to the dead silence in the air. Slowly I followed the signs to the room number. With a few steps down the long hallway her room was in front of me. Before I knocked, I stepped to the side so she couldn’t see me through the peephole.
No answer. I was completely nervous. I slowly moved away from the door. I damn sure didn’t want to knock on the door again. I waited for a few seconds then I started to head back to the elevator.
After few steps I heard a door open then her sweet voice filled the air: “Daddy, where you going? I thought you were here to handle your business.” She appeared in the hallway butt-ass naked with some spiky, tall heels on.
I almost tripped on my own feet rushing toward her. It took me less than four seconds to have her in my arms. Immediately, I palmed her ass, lifted her off her feet, and pushed my tongue eagerly into her mouth. Her back hit the slightly closed door. I pressed my body against her to push the door open.
Once in the room I gave her a pat on her ass and carried her to the bed. I turned back around to secure the door and hang the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the outside handle. When I returned to the bed Regina was already started. Her legs were wide open, with her left fingers pulling at her nipple, and with her right hand inserting a dildo fast and steady into her pink deep hole.
“Yes, daddy, please come handle me. I need you in me.”
I was undressed in an instant. I was at full attention. Rubbing on my pulsating head, I moved to the edge of the bed closer to the headboard. Her eyes met my ten inches and she devoured it like a pro, moving down slowly allowing her salvia to lubricate her movement.
“Ahh, that feels so good. Yes, call me daddy,” I cooed.
She opened her eyes, took me in deeper, and moved the dildo even faster in and out of her flower. I was ready to give her everything she wanted sexually. I pulled my manhood out of her warm, wet mouth and rubbed my head
on her lips.
“Is this what you want?” I asked teasing her.
“Yes, daddy. Come get your sweetness. It’s ready for you.”
I could tell by her tone she was ready to burst. I got into the sixty-nine position and waited for her gushing juice of love. Within seconds she was erupting like a volcano. I took control of the dildo and turned on the vibrating feature. I placed it directly over her bulging clit. Her body shook. Regina took me into her mouth excitedly, moving rapidly up and down.
“Daddy, I need you in me. Please, daddy . . . Take it please.”
I lightly blew air over her wetness, continuously teasing her, and driving her into complete frenzy of hot lustful rants.
“Daddy, fuck me. Fuck your pussy.” Her hips lifted off the bed.
I had her exactly where I wanted her to be—completely under my control. I flipped over and lay on my back. I tossed the dildo to the side. “Come sit on daddy’s big cock, baby. Show daddy how much you love this.”
Without hesitation she jumped on top of me. I almost came after a few of her notorious hip gyrations. I loved when she was on top and arched her back exposing her firm breasts. I reached out and pulled at both her nipples. Her moans became louder. As she reached climax again, I pulled her close to me and rolled her onto her back. With ease I embraced her pink walls deeper and harder.
“Ahh, daddy, please don’t stop,” she whispered into my ears causing me to dig into her harsher.
“Tell me, baby. Tell daddy you’ll never stay away from this again.” With every word I made sure she felt what she missed.
“I’m . . . sorry, daddy. Never again, daddy. Keep fucking me, daddy. Yeah, just like that . . . ummm . . .”
I continued for the next thirty minutes, flipping her into every Kama Sutra position I knew. By the end of it all I topped her off with a mouthful of my love juice. We both plopped on the bed exhausted in every way.
“Daddy, that was so damn good . . . like you been practicing,” she followed up with a laugh.
“Ahh, you got jokes, huh?” I looked to her. “I just wanted to show you what you missed. It was built up.”
“Please, Tony, it’s only been two days maybe three. Besides, I don’t ever want you to get tired of me.”
“Baby, I could never get tired of you.” I pulled her into my arms and brushed her hair with my fingers. “Baby, you are the only one for me and I’m willing to wait. I’m willing to be your lover, your sex toy, your punching bag, your dick on call—”
She moved my arm and sat up. “Come on now. You know better. Maybe I should’ve never—”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t want that night to happen. Do you even remember that night? Do you remember staying on the phone for hours? Do you remember the first night we met? How our hands couldn’t stay off each other so long that you rubbed on my dick under the table at the restaurant while you dined on your meal?”
“Then during dessert you slipped your fingers between my legs and made me cum. I remember.” She turned to me and started to kiss my chest.
I stopped her and pulled her close to my face. “I’m willing to do anything for you. Anything.” I stared into her eyes exposing my internal wish. “I want you all the time. I can’t go without you now. You can’t start fucking me every day for the past two months and just expect me to go cold turkey. Come on, man.” I put it out there.
She smiled.
“I know for a fact that you wouldn’t be fucking me if there was a choice of many. I’m not saying you wouldn’t have men lined up. I’m just saying there’s a reason you chose me. Am I right?” I hit her with a fact.
She squirmed a bit before she agreed with the nod of her head. “Yes, To—”
“I like it when you call me daddy.”
She flickered her eyelids. “Yes, daddy, you’re right in a way, but we can’t get too attached. I feel you are getting attached and that’s a problem.”
“Attached—no, satisfied—yes, for the first time in a long time. I guess I don’t want it to end. Is that so wrong?”
“No, it’s not, but I don’t want to be attached. I just like to fuck. Now get to it.”
I laughed then pushed her down onto the bed and went to work with my lips and tongue at first. After her legs started to shake I worked my ten inches into her as I tried to remember more positions to blow her mind. Oh, the fun I’m going to have with you!
4
Regina
“Okay, honey, I’ll see you later. Have a good day. I love you,” I said to Mark before he left for work. Those words felt empty. I loved him, I truly did, but I just wasn’t completely happy. I needed it all. All the money in the world wouldn’t make me entirely happy, but it sure helped a lot.
The sunlight got me out of my king-sized bed. My body felt rested for the first time in weeks. I’d downsized Tony to once or twice a month. As much as I loved sex, that shit was tiring: fucking damn near every day for the past month straight for no less than two hours every session. That man put it on me like a hot curler. Every time I saw him he had me jumping at the slightest touch. He was getting too close. I was getting too close. I started to feel like an addict; I had to have it and it didn’t matter where or when.
The last time I saw him was three weeks ago at China Grill in Midtown when Mark was out of town on business. I purposely set up a lunch date instead of a nightcap at a hotel. But like an addict my sobriety was tested and I failed miserably. I fucked him in the bathroom after I told him I wanted to slow things down. It was time for me to move on. It was a fling to boost my marital sex life, which it did. I may have enjoyed sex with Tony more, but mastering the moves on my man secured my future in many ways he couldn’t completely fulfill.
My life was almost perfect, but there was one thing missing: a ring with meaning around my finger. Mark had provided for my every want when it came to my material and emotional demands. He only lacked in the bedroom, but it seemed that my little fling had helped me deal with his regressions in that department. I just needed that ring around my finger.
Our relationship had been eight years strong, but for the past year my feelings about that “little piece of paper” had changed. I wanted the big wedding, the engagement party, the bachelorette party, the bridal shower; I wanted it all. I was tired of being that woman who had a relationship that could be questioned because we weren’t married. Everyone knew we were together and financially I was taken care like a wife. Everything had my name on it: house, summer house, cars, business, and bank accounts. I was far from stupid.
As a woman of thirty-five who couldn’t have kids and didn’t have a menstrual cycle every month, I might be disappointed and understandably depressed. I wasn’t; not at all in the least. I found out when I was sixteen that I wouldn’t have kids, my cycle wasn’t normal, and it would probably just stop in my early twenties. It was actually a blessing in disguise. I was a straight slut in college, only because I couldn’t get pregnant. There were too many girls who tried to keep up with me, but only became depressed by the number of abortions they had to hide from their parents. The doctors told me adopting was one of the many options for kids, but I didn’t want any of that.
I hopped out the bed and headed to the kitchen. Mark was so wonderful to me; my latte was waiting on the marble countertop beside the morning paper. I took a seat on the stool and opened the paper. As I flipped through the headlines, I heard my phone sounding off. Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I rushed off the stool and dashed to the bedroom. By the time I got to the phone the ringing stopped. 1 Missed Call rolled across the screen. I bet it’s Tony. I touched the screen to check the number. It wasn’t Tony. It wasn’t any number I knew. I looked at my phone strangely, racking my brain about the number. Suddenly, the voicemail indicator popped up. Instantly, I checked it.
“Hello, I got your number from a mutual friend, Amanda. She told me that you may be interested in my services. You can call me back at 305-678-9765, if you’re still interested.” His voice was raspy and
borderline .
I’m going to kill this bitch Amanda for giving my personal number out! I immediately pulled up her cell number and called her.
“Hey, girl, what—”
“Who the fuck did you give my number to, bitch?” I went in on her immediately.
“Well, hey to you too. Did you even give him a chance or did you just hang up on him?”
“What? Give him a chance for what? Amanda, I’m not doing another free broker for hire. I can hear it now: ‘I’m a friend of so-and-so and they said there’s no fee.’ I told you about that shit when you did it the first time. You better tell him to lose my number because I can’t help him.” I was fire hot marching back to the kitchen.
“Damn, Gina, calm the fuck down. Stop tripping.”
“So tell me why you give a total fucking stranger my number?” My temper was boiling.
“Gina, he was the personal chef who catered the dinner you was so fond of last week. Remember, you asked me to pass your number along.”
I felt like an ass. She was right. My hot steam defeated by a good deed.
“Why you not snapping now? Mmm-mmm. You really need to see somebody about your anger issues.”
“Oh stop, okay, okay, I’m sorry. I totally forgot about that. Shit, why it took him so long to call me anyway. Wasn’t he up and coming? Doesn’t he need the job?”
“Please, he doesn’t need anything. He’s loaded with old money, girl. Cooking is just something he loves to do. And he’s single. I’m trying to get him over again to cook just for me. You know, answer the door naked and see if he takes the bait. What you think?”
“Girl, do what you got to do. Are we still on for later?” She was trying so hard to get her hooks into someone; too bad she always came up with a bottom feeder.
“Oh yes, same spot at eight right?”
“Yep, I’ll see you then. Sorry, again, Mandie.”
“Please, bitch, I’m used to you talking out your ass.” She laughed.
“Girl, you lucky I got Mark or else you would have some serious competition. Bye, bitch!” I pressed End on the screen.
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