With This ring

by Le Carre, Georgia

  She sat back. “Wow! So you guys are just going to hook up for sex.”

  I nodded. “That’s the plan.”

  “Quite frankly, I think that’s a bad idea.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, trust me, you’ll just end up falling in love with him.”

  I opened my mouth to deny her statement, but she held up her hand. “Wait, hear me out. I have more experience than you in this department. The thing is. Men seem to be able to compartmentalize their sex life really easily, but it’s really hard for women to do. Forget about Hollywood fantasy movies where the woman is all macho and wanting only sex and the man is the one who falls in love with her and desperate for commitment. From what I’ve observed, eventually, someone ends up falling in love and getting hurt, and it’s almost always the woman. I mean, you almost stand no chance with a guy who looks like Maxim.”

  I chewed my bottom lip. She did have a point. If I was truly honest I was already kind of in love with Maxim. He was just so perfect …

  At that moment my phone dinged with a message. I quickly snatched up my phone and looked at it. For the first few seconds I just stared at it, then a smile slowly spread across my face. I felt my toes curl with pleasure.

  “I’ll be back from Belarus in three days,” he’d written. “Will you have the time to meet?”

  Fuck yes my mind screamed, but I took the more respectable route in real life.

  “Sure.” I texted back.

  I looked up and Britney was looking at me with an incredulous expression. “It’s already happened, hasn’t it? You’ve already fallen for him.”

  “No, of course not,” I denied automatically.

  “Don’t kid yourself, Freya. I know that look. It’s unmistakable.”

  “Okay, maybe a little, but I have it under control.”

  She burst out in laughter. “Famous last words, if you ask me.”

  “Anyway, I need to return the rest of his money.”

  She put her chin on her fists. “I know you have to return the money, but how about we keep some back. It can be a loan. About $10,000 would solve all our problems and we can pay it back in about six months with interest. It’ll be like he invested in us. He’d make money and you wouldn’t have to kill yourself to fund our first order.”

  I grinned at her. “You know what, Brit. That is a damn good idea.”

  She grinned right back. “Right. I’ve got to get back to work.” She walked to the door and turned back to look at me. “You know what, Freya. I’m really happy for you. You deserve someone special and I’ll be praying it works out with Maxim.” She grinned. “Men with dicks anything over seven inches are rare so you make sure you have fun.”

  “Get lost you,” I said throwing a pillow at her.

  She ducked and was gone.

  I began to type a message to him.

  I’m going to return all the money you sent except for $10,000. I will consider that as a loan from you. For six months. You’ll get interest, of course. Thanks.

  I read it through. Perhaps that was too cold.

  I’m going to return all the money you sent, but I was wondering if I could hold back $10,000 as a loan from you. For six months. You’ll get interest, of course. Thanks.

  I studied it. It still sounded too emotionless. I crafted another message.

  Hey Maxim,

  I’m going to take your advice. You were right. I shouldn’t let my pride hold Britney and me back from achieving our dream. So I’m going to return all the money you sent except for $10,000, which I will consider as a six-month loan from you. You’ll get interest, of course. Thanks.

  There. It was polite, not condescending or aggressive and gave him credit.

  Two minutes later, his response came, and my heart jumped in my chest.

  “Brilliant idea.”

  I thought to send a thumbs-up emoji, but then decided I should stop while I was ahead.

  Then I made an appointment with my doctor. So far I had been very careless with birth control. I could already even be pregnant. Strangely, the thought didn’t make me feel any dread at all. In fact, I kinda wished I was. How great it would be to see a little cutie of a Maxim running around.

  I smacked my cheeks to pull myself together.

  What the hell was the matter with me? Why was I even thinking these strange thoughts? The last thing I needed was getting pregnant, especially to a man who was unemotionally unavailable to the world.

  Chapter Sixty-Nine

  Freya

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOJk0HW_hJw

  Three days later, my feet were off the floor and my back slamming into the wall of Maxim’s foyer. He had been unable to wait, and the moment I arrived at his door he pounced on me. One moment I’d been holding a pizza box and the next, I was pulled into the apartment, the pizza was on the floor, and his cock, thick and hard, was ramming into me.

  With my legs wrapped around his body and my hands clinging to him like a monkey he took me to his bed. There, I changed the power structure and got on top of him.

  I ground my hips sensually against him, riding him fast and then slow, and near driving me out of my own mind. I put my hands over his face to hide what I was doing to him.

  “Fuck,” he roared into my hands and I couldn’t help my laugh. I was light-headed with the high that I was on from being with him again. From feeling his cock inside me. Life felt more beautiful, vibrant, full of purpose that I could barely contain the marvelous sensations inside me.

  “Freya,” he called.

  I fucked him even harder. Rising on his shaft and slamming down hard. His hand glided down my body to grab my ass, shoving me even deeper inside of him.

  “I fucking love the way you feel,” he grunted. “Oh fuck, just like that.”

  I was already quaking and I could tell he was also close. I waited for it eagerly. This part I treasured so much. Racing towards a release that always completely shattered the both of us. The sensation of his seed hot and thick bursting deep inside me, filling me up. Sometimes I squeezed my thighs together to keep it a little longer.

  I cried as I shuddered against him, my system overtaken by such strong spasms of raw primal pleasure, I froze.

  He flipped me over onto the bed, and shoved his hips at me, milking out every bit of pleasure before he followed me over the edge into the abyss of pure bliss. He collapsed on top of me, and I held on desperately to him, a new fear filling me. After what Britney said I had started to think more deeply about our arrangement.

  How was I ever to let him go when he made me feel like this? When he made me fucking come like this?

  He kissed me then, sweetly, but I kissed him desperately and with a silent plea. What I was asking for however, I didn’t have a clue.

  He must have felt the difference in me, because he lifted his head and looked into my eyes with a questioning look. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak, but my phone ringing did register. It gave me the perfect excuse not to face his curious eyes, so I lurched over to my bag where it had been flung across the floor, and fished my phone out.

  It stopped ringing as I got it. It was Bianca.

  As I was about to call her back I felt Maxim come up to me. He slid an arm around me and pressed me against his gloriously naked body. He had an apple in his other hand and he brought it to my lips. I took a bite out of it and sank into his hold. He took another bite then both his hands covered my breasts.

  “I need to call Bianca back,” I managed to say.

  “Later,” he grunted.

  I shook my head and clicked the green call button. “Maybe it’s important.”

  “Yeah?” Suddenly, he picked me up, and I squealed as he threw me over his shoulder. Next, I was deposited on the couch and my legs pulled wide apart. Then my greedy lover got on his knees, and covered my whole sex with his mouth.

  I tried to stop the call from going through, but Bianca had already picked up.

  “Hey you.”

  “
Hey,” I croaked back.

  “Are you alright?”

  I tried to stabilize myself. “I’m fine. How are you?”

  With an evil grin Maxim shoved two fingers inside me and I couldn’t sit still anymore. This call needed to end quick.

  “I’m great,” she said happily. “Its Levan’s birthday today so I want to organize a little soiree with some intimate friends at the Lexington Avenue club. It’s one of the bars that their company owns.

  “Oh... uhh … ah.”

  Maxim sucked my clit into his mouth.

  “Fuck,” I breathed and I was sure she heard me.

  “What?”

  “I’m so sorry, Bianca. I stubbed my toe.”

  “Oh dear. So can you make it?”

  “Yes, oh God, yes, I mean … I’ll be, oh … be there. Please … mmmm … send me the addr—”

  My words were cut off because Maxim had grabbed the phone from me and flung it away. I heard it smash hard against something.

  I didn’t care.

  He captured my mouth in a hot kiss, and slammed that massive cock of his straight into me.

  Chapter Seventy

  Freya

  At 10 pm later that night, I walked into the Lexington Avenue club with a broken, but still working phone in my purse. The music was loud and the ground floor bar and dance floor was filled with hoards of people gyrating to the music.

  Britney was with me. However, I was nervous about how Maxim and I would conduct ourselves in front of our friends who knew nothing beyond the fact that we were sworn enemies. Would we be able to maintain the facade or would our friends instantly be able to see right through us?

  After placing a quick call to Bianca, we were invited up to one of the big glass cubes hanging above the dance floor. Of course, theirs would be a very private and exclusive gathering amongst the mayhem. Britney and I walked in to see Bianca, Levan, Aldie and a man I did not recognize, already seated and laughing uproariously at something.

  Bianca gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while Levan gave me a pleasant smile. Aldie squealed with excitement and instantly poured me a glass of rosé champagne, while I introduced her to Britney. I could see immediately that Aldie and Britney were going to become fast friends.

  Levan introduced me to the man I didn’t know. Timothy Barnett, one of their company’s main attorneys. “Call me Tom,” he instructed.

  He was dressed in a beige suit, his face was clean shaven, and his hair was slicked back from his face. He was handsome and imposing, almost flawlessly so.

  “Maxim’s on his way,” Bianca said to me, her face filled with a mixture of guilt and devilish match-making. “I hope you don’t mind. He will be civil and decent, I swear.”

  There was a twinkle in Levan’s eyes, I wondered if he knew what was going on.

  “It’s alright,” I replied with a sage smile. I turned my attention to something else. “Happy birthday, Levan,” I said, handing over a pair of customized cufflinks that Britney and I had bought from a supplier we knew.

  “Thank you, but you didn’t have to,” he said, and squeezed my shoulder in appreciation.

  “I hear you make jewelry,” Tom said smoothly to me.

  I turned to focus my attention on him. “Yes, Britney and I do.”

  “Do you have a store, or a way I could buy from you?” he asked.

  Britney instantly switched to business mode and preoccupied herself with selling our business. She was impressive. Without being pushy she gave him the details of our site.

  “How fascinating,” he murmured. As they were sucked into a deep conversation I began to relax. Perhaps this night was going to be good after all.

  “Oh good, here comes Maxim,” Bianca called gaily.

  I felt my body become tense again.

  Tom and Britney continued to speak, but I couldn’t hear a word they said any more. I leaned forward and grabbed my flute. Two men began to approach and I didn’t know where to look.

  “Here he is,” the lawyer announced.

  Pretending to be completely normal I turned and looked into the eyes of the man who had fucked me senseless just a few hours earlier. I felt the wind knocked out of me. He was dressed simply in a black shirt, grey slacks and highly polished black shoes, but the man himself always made simple look unattainable.

  I instantly wanted him ... right there and then.

  Almost everyone in the room stood up to receive him.

  “Aldie," he said with a nod, and she nodded back, then threw a naughty, knowing glance at me.

  Bianca went in for a hug.

  And Levan and Tom just grinned at him.

  Then Maxim turned to me.

  “Freya,” he murmured.

  I gave him a quick nod before lifting my glass to my lips. No one made a big deal out of anything and I was grateful for that. I did feel quite disappointed though when he took his seat beside Britney at the opposite end of the couch.

  Chapter Seventy-One

  Maxim

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJOTlE1K90k

  She acted like she didn’t know me, and I got off on knowing that was our little secret. At least, for now, keeping it as a secret ignited my blood and gave me great pleasure to know I had sucked on her sweet pussy only a couple of hours ago.

  As the night went on I tried to keep my eyes off her but it was almost as though she was dressed to torture me. Her blouse was sparkly, and low cut and the glimpse of her full breasts was more than enough to remind me of how they felt in my hands and tasted in my mouth.

  Her dress ended somewhere on the middle of her thighs, the fair skin of her legs glowing softly in the dim ambience of the club.

  She smiled at something Tom said to her, and the way he leaned in close to her churned my stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she gave all her attention to him and suddenly my temperature began to rise.

  “Now that Maxim’s here does anyone want something to eat?” Bianca asked. “We can place any special orders to the kitchen and they’ll have it made for us.”

  “Perks of owning the place,” Levan said.

  “Perhaps some sashimi?” Aldie said. “I’m craving some.”

  “Alright,” Bianca said and started to move away, but Levan caught her by the waist and pulled her back down on top of him. “Everyone here should take care of their own damn selves, instead of having my wife run around.”

  “Stop being such a bear,” she protested, but to the amusement of the room, he began to instead nuzzle her neck.

  “I’ll handle it.” Freya rose and Aldie did the same.

  “Relax everybody. The manager will be here in a minute,” I announced, tapping at the screen of my phone.

  Soon enough the manager arrived accompanied by two waitresses.

  “Sir,” he greeted, while the waitresses placed bottles of champagne and liquor on the table. Bianca ordered platters of sushi rolls and sashimi.

  “Freya detests fish,” I said.

  The whole room turned to me and then to her. She turned bright red.

  “Why didn’t you say anything, Freya?” Bianca asked.

  “Ah, it’s alright. I’m quite happy with the rice and seaweed rolls—”

  “No, that won’t do,” Bianca said firmly. “How does some tacos sound? Or grilled chicken sandwich?”

  “Tacos would be great,” Freya replied.

  “How do you know that Freya doesn’t like fish” Aldie asked mischievously.

  I turned my gaze to hers. “I think she mentioned it to Gary once.”

  “Ah,” Aldie said knowingly.

  The issue was clarified, I poured myself a glass of scotch and settled in to enjoy the show.

  “You knew Levan when he was a boy, didn’t you, Freya? What was he like then?” Bianca asked Freya.

  Freya turned to him. “How much is this worth to you?”

  Levan laughed. “Play your cards right and we can come to a suitable agreement.”

  She smiled at Bianca. “Levan was a charming child
. Even then a lot of girls were besotted by him, but he ignored them all, of course.”

  “See, I was always waiting for you,” Levan said, kissing Bianca on the tip of her nose.

  “What about Maxim?” Aldie asked.

  Freya didn’t even bother looking at me. “Um … I didn’t know him very well then.”

  “You were closer to Maxim than you were to me, Freya,” Levan pointed out, a golden smile on his face.

  “Actually, I was not!” she said heatedly.

  Levan was just trying to bait her given what he suspected of our relationship recently, and I couldn’t fault him. I was thoroughly entertained.

  “Does uh anyone want to dance?” Britney asked.

  “I’ll dance,” Freya said, and Aldie drained her glass. “What the hell? I’ll come too.”

  “I’ll accompany the ladies,” Tom said, and got up to go with them. Just before he left however, Levan warned him, “You better not hit on the wrong woman if you don’t want your head on a platter by the end of the night.”

  Tom looked confused and then turned to me. “Who is the wrong woman?”

  I sipped quietly on my scotch.

  “You’ll find out…” Levan said, “when your head is off your neck.”

  He left the room and Bianca looked between the both of us. “Am I missing something?”

  “Maxim here is in a passionate relationship with Freya,” he said.

  Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets in shock as she ran her gaze between me and her husband. “Levan, I’m going to smash your head into this table,” I said.

  She hit him on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me? So it means that when I called earlier this morning and Freya was... because I swear she sounded like…”

  “Yup,” he said. “He was probably in the sack with her.”

  “I need some air,” I said rising to my feet.

  “She’s loosening you up, man,” Levan called out after me. “And I like it.”