I lead him over to the bed. Facing him, I let the robe fall to the floor. His eyes light up at the sight of me. He looks over every bit with careful consideration. But unlike my own examination of my body, there isn’t one bad thought that pops into his head. No, it’s all admiration and arousal.
“Take off my bra,” I instruct. This isn’t exactly how a submissive should act, I guess, but I have no idea what the rules are. All I know is that I want to play, and I want him to play with me.
I stand perfectly still as he walks around and undoes my bra. He pulls it off my shoulders and runs his fingers over my nipples. They get erect immediately and I feel the warm sensation starting to build in between my legs. Without requiring anymore prompting, he gets down on his knees before me and pulls off my panties. When I step out of them, his hands run up my thighs. When he pushes them a bit inside of me and then pulls them out and licks his fingers.
“Does it taste good, Mr. Black?” I ask coyly. He flashes a smile and nods. He walks me over to the bed and puts the restraints around my wrists in the front. Then he positions me on my back and tells me to lie down. I do as I’m told.
Mr. Black pulls my legs to the edge of the bed and ties a rope around my feet. I find myself in the lotus position, with my feet touching one another but my knees pointing away from each other, leaving my private area exposed. He takes my arms and ties them to the other side of the bed.
“Is this what you want?” he asks in his deep, confident Mr. Black voice. I nod.
He bends down and puts one of my nipples in between his teeth and bites down a little bit.
“Let me ask you again. Is this what you want?”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
“That’s a good girl.”
I watch as he undresses before me. He flexes his perfect six pack when he takes off his shirt and pulls off his pants. His tan body glistens under the warm lights of the room. But before I’m done completely admiring his perfect body, he climbs on top of me with one swift motion.
His knees are near my shoulders and his large, erect cock is right next to my lips. He pulls up my head and goes deep inside of me. I love the feeling of his cock filling up my mouth. It’s smooth and rock hard, and as he slides in and out, I feel the outline of him with the tip of my tongue. I blow him for a bit, but just as I expect him to come inside of my mouth, he pulls out and concentrates his attention on me.
He kneels over the bed and pulls me to one side. Then he puts his fingers deep inside of me and starts to move them in and out. I’m already super wet from being tied up and from sucking on him and this just pushes me over the edge. I let out a big moan.
I don’t really know where it comes from, but somehow a small vibrator appears in his hand. He presses it against my clit while pushing his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me and massaging me from the inside out.
“Oh, Aiden,” I moan when the vibrator hits just the spot and my legs start to cramp up.
“There’s no Aiden here.” He pulls everything out of me, leaving me clamoring for pleasure.
“I’m sorry. Mr. Black. That feels very good, Mr. Black,” I say quickly.
But he watches me and doesn’t make a move to re-enter me.
“Would you please keep going, Mr. Black?” I plead. “Please?”
He smiles and nods. A moment later, the vibrator and his fingers are back to sending me to the heights of pleasure. And just when I think it can’t get any better, he pushes one of his fingers inside my butt and continues to move them around. I feel how tight my pussy and ass wraps around him and the warm sensation starts to build somewhere within my body. I’m getting close. Just as I’m about to orgasm, he pushes his big hard cock inside of me and starts to thrust in and out.
“Oh my God!” I scream from pleasure. “Oh my God!”
He holds on to my ankles as he pushes in and out of me hard and then we orgasm nearly in unison.
When Mr. Black pulls out of me, my body gets filled with an empty feeling that I’m not familiar with. I want more of him and I want him back inside. But I just had a mind-blowing orgasm and that should be enough.
“That was wonderful,” I whisper, letting out a big sigh.
“Yes, it was.” He nods. I expect him to get to work on untying me, but he doesn’t.
“But who says that it’s over…for you?” Mr. Black asks. I lift up my head to look at him.
“What? Are you serious?”
“I decide when you’re done. And just because you came once doesn’t mean that this is over.”
Shivers run over my body. They are shivers of fear and excitement. Of course, I know that women can have multi orgasms, but I’ve never had one myself. I’ve never orgasmed more than once a day before.
“I really don't think I can,” I say after a moment.
“You will for me,” he says confidently.
He unties my arms and legs and flips me over. He spreads my legs open and positions my butt in the air. He puts my arms by my sides and ties them to my ankles. My head is turned to one side and squished into the bed.
“How does this feel?” he asks.
“Fine,” I mumble into the blankets. “Mr. Black.”
Actually, I’m really shocked. Aroused and shocked. This isn’t exactly expected, but it’s also not entirely uncalled for. I find myself getting wet again at the prospect of his fingers inside of me.
He slaps my butt a couple of times with his hand. The slaps aren’t painful at all, but they are so close to my private area that I feel myself dripping with anticipation.
Then he picks up the vibrator, turns it on, and presses it against my clit. At first, it feels strange, but quickly my legs start to cramp up. When he pushes his fingers inside of me, filling me up just like before, I let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Finally, the emptiness feeling is gone. But that’s not all. One of his fingers makes its way to my ass and inside of my butt. The feeling of being completely plugged by Mr. Black pushes me over the edge. The warm sensation starts to build and I get wetter and wetter.
“Oh, Mr. Black,” I moan.
“You have such a tight little pussy,” he says, pulling his fingers out briefly and licking me. He sucks on me and runs his tongue over every fold, sending me to peaks of pleasure. When I feel like I’m about to climax, he thrusts his hand in and out of me, filling me up completely and sending me completely over the edge. I tense up and scream his name in pleasure at the top of my lungs before my body goes completely limp and I lose all feeling in my legs.
Chapter 8 - Ellie
When I meet up with Caroline
As soon as we’re done, Aiden’s phone rings again. I can see it in his face that he doesn’t want to pick it up, but I urge him to take the call. It’s his lawyer and he needs to take care of his business right now. Especially, since I’ve been more than taken care of. When Aiden answers the call, I stretch out on the bed and let my body feel the little sparks that are left over from what had just happened. There’s still electric shocks coursing through my body and getting back to sleep is an impossibility.
“I’m sorry, I have to go to the office,” Aiden says.
“Back to New York?”
“Well, yes, but later today. No, I mean my office here. Just down the hall.”
I nod, understandably.
“Why don't you get some breakfast?” he suggests, kissing me on top of my head. “We can meet up later.”
Breakfast sounds divine, actually. It takes me barely a moment to realize that I’m actually famished. After going to my room and changing into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and putting on a fresh pair of panties and socks, I fix the smudged eyeliner under my eyes, run a comb through my hair, and head out of the door. On my way to the main dining room, I pass another room, which I haven’t seen before. It’s Aiden’s office.
The smell of fine leather, wood, and a mist of citrus spread to the hallway. Aiden’s dressed in a pair of wrinkled slacks from last night and a t-shirt. His hair is still a mess and there’s a bit of stubble c
oming in. I doubt that he even had time to brush his teeth. I peek into the room. The walls are dark burgundy color, making the room look much smaller than it really is. The far side of the wall is made of delicate built-in bookshelves, which are a perfect match to the large, imposing desk facing the door. I wave to him, but he’s too distracted to notice. So, I decide to get on my way.
Once I get to the dining room, I see that breakfast is already set up. There’s a large buffet selection with four different types of eggs, bagels, fruit, oatmeal, and a variety of bread. There are two waiters to help you make fresh waffles and pancakes. At the far end, there’s a stand for five different types of coffee and tea as well as juice and practically anything else you can think of. I opt for a plate of creamy scrambled eggs, a piece of toast, and a small bowl of blueberries.
“Ellie!” I hear a familiar voice calling my name from somewhere across the room as I pour myself a cup of English Breakfast tea. When I turn around with my tray, I see that it’s Caroline. She’s waving me over to her table.
“Oh my God! I thought I was going to have to have breakfast all alone,” she says when I sit down. “You’re the first person who came into this room in close to half an hour.”
In case you haven’t guessed it, Caroline isn’t the type to ever eat at a restaurant alone. She needs people for basic sustenance.
“How was your night?” I ask.
“Fantastic! It was absolutely amazing!” Caroline exclaims.
“Oh my God, I was so nervous, Ellie. I really didn’t know if I could do it. But I just told myself, it’s going to be fine. The guy will probably be great. Besides, I’ve slept with a ton of guys who weren't particularly hot and definitely didn’t pay me one hundred and thirty thousand dollars.”
“That is a lot of money,” I agree.
“The thing is that it’s not that my family doesn’t have money. I mean, I don't have to work for minimum wage at some shitty job. But, still, one hundred and thirty grand doesn’t just come to you every day, does it? I mean for one night of sex that you might have had for free anyway.”
I nod. She does have a point.
“So, tell me about the guy.”
Caroline’s eyes light up. “His name is Taylor. He’s a bit older. He’s in his early forties. But he’s really ripped. And hot. He’s not very tall, but he’s tan and has a really nice body. He definitely doesn’t skip the gym.”
“That sounds great.”
“He’s a lawyer. Works for some big Wall Street law firm. His friend invited him to this party. Apparently, he’s going through a divorce and his ex-wife isn’t really into sex. Not after she had the two kids. So things haven’t really been going that well.”
“Wow, you really got to know him,” I say.
“Yeah, I did. Well, we didn’t get down to it right away. This was a new thing for both of us. So, we spent a few hours getting to know each other first.”
A few hours. Wow. I am actually taken aback by that. He must’ve made an impression because I doubted that Caroline spent a few hours getting to know anyone before.
“He told me all about his ex and the divorce. It was kind of intense actually. I mean, she’s taking him to the cleaners over the whole thing. They’ve been together forever. Like thirteen years.”
“So how was…everything else?” I ask.
“You mean the sex?” Caroline asks. Her eyes light up at the thought. “It was amazing. We did it twice! Ordered food after the first time and then did it again. I barely slept as you can imagine. But he did make me come twice.”
“Wow,” I say. “I don’t remember a guy who made you orgasm even once recently.”
“I know, right?” She shakes her head. “I think guys our age just don't know what they’re doing. Or they’re too much into themselves. But Taylor…oh my God, Ellie. He really took his time. He was there for me. He’s definitely a keeper.”
I can’t help but smile. I don't remember the last time Caroline has ever said that about a guy except for her boyfriend from high school who broke her heart. But I’m happy for her. It’s about time she got a little less jaded about men. I mean she is only a woman in her early twenties. It’s not healthy to hold opinions of a divorce in her forties at her young age.
“So, do you think you’ll see him again?” I ask.
She takes a sip of her coffee, nodding.
“We exchanged numbers and he said that he wants to see me again. In the city.”
“That’s great.”
“I mean, I know that all men say that. Oh, hell, I’ve said that to numerous guys myself without ever having any intention of following through. But I really hope he does. I really like him, Ellie.”
* * *
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After breakfast, Caroline and I head back to our rooms to get our stuff. Lizbeth has arranged for the helicopter to take us back home. Once I have all of my stuff, I stop by Aiden’s office to say goodbye but he’s nowhere to be found. Then I knock on his suite door and check for him in the library. But he’s not there either.
Hmm, that’s odd. But I guess he’s busy, I think to myself. I mean, yes, of course, I know that he’s busy. His company is going up in flames, partly because of me. But I still can’t help feeling a bit disappointed at the fact that we can’t say good-bye and exchange a kiss. My disappointment is confounded by the fact that Taylor comes out to the helicopter pad to see Caroline. He gives her a warm hug and a long kiss and whispers something in her ear. Caroline wasn’t lying. He’s definitely easy on the eyes, even for a much older guy.
The flight back is uneventful. Caroline continues to gush about Taylor all the way back, and I listen unenthusiastically, lost in my own thoughts about Aiden. Why didn’t he say good-bye? When will I see him again? Will everything be okay with this whole mess with Blake?
Finally, when we’re about to land in Manhattan, Caroline asks me about my night. It catches me a bit off guard and, for a moment, I debate whether I should mention Blake at all. But I feel embarrassed about the whole thing. I mean, being tied up and having a blindfold over my eyes and having the wrong guy come in the room. I know that it’s not my fault, but I can’t help feeling like I did something wrong. In the end, I decide to pass on it. It should’ve never happened. I don't blame Aiden for it anymore. I know it’s all Blake’s fault. But I still have trouble admitting the truth out loud.
“So, he just showed up to your room? And everything was…fine?” Caroline asks.
I nod. “Yes, it was. It was great actually. Very sexy,” I lie.
“See, I told you! I knew it. Of course, you had nothing to worry about. I mean, Aiden wouldn’t let someone else bid on you at his party on his yacht. What kind of guy would do that?”
My cheeks flush from embarrassment, and I turn away from her so she doesn’t notice. A part of me wants to stand up for Aiden. I mean it was an accident. And he was very angry about it. But another part knows that she’s right. It should’ve never happened. Especially, if he knew that Blake had his eye on me. Suddenly, I consider confessing to the truth. Caroline and I are good friends, and we don't keep things from each other. But the more she talks about how of course I had nothing to worry about, the less inclined I am to tell her the truth.
Chapter 9 - Ellie
When I see my parents again…
Later that evening, I get a text message from my mom saying that she can’t wait to see me for dinner. Shit. I completely forgot that I had made plans a week ago to have dinner with her and my stepdad. I consider trying to get out of it, but then decide that it’s going to be more trouble than it’s worth. Besides, I don't have any plans for tonight anyway, and the most I can push her off is a day or two.
I meet Mom and Mitch in their apartment on Fifth Avenue. They are in the city to catch Hamilton on Broadway and then they’re going back to Greenwich, Connecticut at the end of the week. I haven’t been here in two weeks, which is kind of a long time for us. Usually, I have a weekly dinner with them just to catch up on what’s going
on. We established the routine when I started at Yale and it was nice to just keep going with it.
Mom opens the door and gives me a warm hug.
“You look great!” she says.
“You, too,” I say. And she does. She’s a small woman, about five feet five, with a short blonde bob like Marilyn Monroe’s. She’s tan and her eyes aren’t as tired as they once were. But that’s to be expected, I guess. Her life with Mitch has been considerably less stressful than her life with my dad. They got divorced when I was eight and she met Mitch soon afterward. He had lots of money and wasn’t shy about spending it on her. He wined and dined her and after they got married, she quit her job as a teacher.
Mitch greets me in the dining room with a scotch on the rocks in his hand. He isn’t much of a drinker, meaning I’ve never seen him drunk, but then again, a night doesn't go by without him having a drink either. He’s a few years older than my mom and has a few gray hairs around his temples. He’s quite attractive for a man his age, and he enjoys wearing expensive suits and shoes. When my mom pours us two glasses of red wine and hands me one, Mitch puts his arm around her and gives her a little hug. All of these years later, it is still clear to me that they are as in love as ever. The thought of that warms my heart. But it also gives me a little pang in the pit of my stomach. Unlike my mom, my dad has not been so lucky in love. He keeps mainly to himself and even if he does date on occasion, he has never introduced me to anyone in all of these years. I think he never got over my mom and still pines for her. He even keeps pictures of the two of them together on his mantel.
“How’s Annabelle?” I ask when we sit down for dinner.
Annabelle is Mitch’s daughter from his first marriage. Her mom died when she was very little and my mom basically raised her. I’m five years older than Annabelle and we used to be very close. But she started to pull away from me when she started high school.
The older that Annabelle got, the more difficult it became to maintain a relationship with her. She got kicked out of a couple of schools and started dressing entirely in black, painting her nails black and her face white. There aren’t supposed to be many goths around anymore, but Annabelle somehow found and embraced the culture. I keep thinking that she will grow out of it, but Mom and Mitch aren’t so sure.
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