She looked down and sighed. “I’m not working for him. I’m his prisoner.”
“Fine. Let’s go have some fun and try to forget about him for a bit, alright?”
I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She took my hand and squeezed it. This girl was the weakness that was going to bring about my fall, I was sure of it.
*
I took Fantasy to the shopping area first. The Sparrow has some of the most exclusive high-end shops in all of Las Vegas. But it also has something most casinos don’t have — a sex toy store called “Vibrations”.
Fantasy giggled at the name. “I’ve never been in one of these places before. Look at that huge dildo in the window!”
“We are definitely not here to buy you a giant dildo. Come on.” I took her by the hand and led her inside. She picked up everything. The shopkeeper looked up from his magazine and cleared his throat as he watched Fantasy stroke one dildo after another.
We found the section I was looking for — vibrating underwear. I picked up a pair of lacy red panties in her size and handed them to her.
“What are these? Vibrating panties?”
“Yeah, I thought they’d come in handy at dinner tonight,” I said. I was going to have as much fun with this girl as I could while I still had her. I knew that she would be going back to Richard at the end of the week. There was no stopping it. I wasn’t going to let him in on my business. I couldn’t do it.
“Ok, well, I’ll only wear these if you get a pair of these.” She held up a pair of vibrating boxer shorts with a smiley face over the center.
I shook my head. “Oh, hell no. Absolutely not.”
She looked at me with those green eyes that I found irresistible and batted her fucking eyelashes at me. My God, she was a master at getting what she wanted out of me.
“Please?”
I sighed. “Fine.” I took the panties and the boxer shorts to the counter and paid for them. As I signed my name to the credit card receipt, the shopkeeper looked up at me.
“Oh, Mr. Wyatt! It’s a pleasure to have you in here, sir. I hope you enjoy your purchases with your young lady friend.”
“I’m sure we’ll have a great time,” I said as I handed Fantasy the bag with our vibrating underwear.
*
At dinner that night I was wearing my usual Armani suit, but this time I had the addition of vibrating boxer shorts. This was not something I had ever imagined myself doing with a woman before. I was always in control, and here I was — about to hand the remote over to Fantasy.
I took the remotes out of my pocket and gave her the one that controlled mine. “I’ll keep the remote for yours, of course,” I said. She was wearing a tight black dress that accentuated every one of her curves. It was going to be fun watching her bounce around her chair.
“This is a brilliant idea,” she said as she hit the button to start mine off on the lowest speed. I leaped off my chair a moment and when I came back down I crossed my legs to try and get comfortable.
I pressed the button for “medium” on Fantasy’s remote. Her head flew back and she laughed. We were in the middle of one of the finest restaurants in all of Las Vegas. The other customers stared at us. I recognized some of them as high rollers.
“Shit. Turn mine down. I think I see Rodney Willis over there.”
“Who?” She asked as she cranked mine up.
“Rodney, uh, Willis. He won last year’s World Series of Poker….ahhhh, Fantasy, stop it!”
She turned my vibration off and settled into her seat.
“This feels really good,” she said. I set her underwear to “pulse”. She let out a satisfied sigh and buttered her bread.
The waitress came over to take our order. Just as Fantasy was in the middle of trying to say “Surf n Turf” I cranked up her vibration to high. The waitress looked a little uncomfortable, but given that she knew who I was didn’t say a word.
As soon as she walked away, Fantasy smacked my arm. “I see how it is. I can’t vibrate you in front of Rodney what’s his name, but you can — ahhhhh, oh my God, Cal. Stop or I’m gonna — you know.”
I slowed her down. I waited until the food arrived and we were halfway through our bottle of wine before I set her back on high. She dropped her fork and covered her mouth. A moan began to escape. I hit the pulse button again and she shot up out of her chair. “Oh, fuck!” She shouted. I had made her cum in a high-class restaurant. I was very proud of that moment.
Yeah, that got a few stares. I laughed before bringing her back down to low. “These panties are soaked now,” she whispered in my ear as she settled back into her chair.
My cock banged against my pants. It felt like it had been days since I had been inside of her, even though it had only been this morning. I needed her again. She looked at me and waved the remote for my boxers before my eyes before clicking it again.
“You’re horrible,” she said.
“Turn me off,” I demanded. “Now.”
“That is not a request I can obey,” she said.
*
As we got into the elevator Fantasy set my remote on high. I grabbed the railing. It did feel good, but I didn’t want to risk looking strange if anyone else got on board. “Turn my underwear off,” I said.
“Nope.” She giggled and clicked the remote again and again, taking special pleasure in the look on my face as she set me to pulse. I was not used to this lack of control at all. I grabbed my remote from her and turned it off. She gave me an adorable pouty face that I had trouble looking away from, but I wasn’t going to give in to her.
“You will listen to me for the rest of this week. If I tell you to do something you’re going to do it. Are we clear?”
“So, you’re my boss now?”
“I am for this week.”
“Okay, but can I have a raise?”
“You’re already costing me quite a small fortune.”
“That has been entirely your choice so far, boss,” she said.
We stepped off on the top floor and I pushed her out of the elevator. I pinned her to the door of my penthouse and went straight for her neck. I sucked on it as I clicked her panties up a notch. Her moans filled my ears. I was the only one who lived on this floor, so there was little risk of someone coming up here without calling me first.
“You’re gonna make me cum again,” she said.
“That is the whole point,” I replied.
I wrapped my arms around her and reached up to unzip her dress. “In the hallway?” She asked.
I nodded and she let me pull the dress off of her. I left it in a heap on the floor. I unhooked her bra with fumbling fingers. I once again let my desire for her get in the way of my need for control. But Fantasy had shown me at dinner that I couldn’t control her.
I slid the bra off her and stepped back to remove my own clothes. She looked like a Goddess standing there with her amazing breasts out. I couldn’t wait to have my hands all over them again.
Once I was ready I sucked her pink nipples and ran my hands all over her back and sides. I wanted to trace every curve — I needed the lines of her body to be etched into my memory so that I could remember them when I was no longer able to see her again.
My cock pressed into her belly. I was driven by my lust for her. She moaned as I brushed my lips against hers and pushed myself into the kiss. Her mouth was eager to open and respond to my desire. We needed each other — even if she was working for Richard and trying to get some secret out of me. But I had the feeling it was simpler than that. She was just the unknowing bait. And I took that bait like the predator I am.
I grabbed her wrists and twirled her around so that she faced the door. I placed her palms against it and spread her legs apart. I grabbed her waist and yanked her panties off. There could be no more waiting.
“I need you inside of me,” she said.
I pushed my cock into her and slammed her against the door. I didn’t care at all. I knew my security team was probably watching, but there was
no time to call down there and ask them to stop. But I wanted the world to see me take this girl as mine. I drove into her and her breathing quickened.
I reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat as I pounded into her faster with each thrust. My nails dug into her skin. Rather than ask me to stop, she just moaned louder. I tightened my grip and fucked her till I heard her gasping for air. Once I let go she screamed and her juices ran all over my cock. I was still getting used to her very tight pussy, so I had to slow down and breathe through it to prevent myself from exploding. I could feel cum churning in my groin and knew it would soon be impossible to fight off.
I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as I pushed myself into her body. I kissed her neck and then found myself with a sudden urge to bite her between her neck and shoulder. I sunk my teeth in and she rocked back against me. The bite would leave a mark that could serve as a reminder to her of our time together. No matter whom Richard gave her to next, I had been the first to claim her.
“I’m cumming again!” She shouted.
I pumped into her as fast as I could and shot cum deep into her wet cunt. I was still hard, so I continued with slow and gentle thrusts as she turned her head to the side. I watched as her cheeks became redder. She was so beautiful and striking in a way that no other woman had ever been to me. I had never experienced such a deep attraction to anyone in my life.
I pulled out and put my pants back on. I opened the door for Fantasy and dragged her in as fast as I could. I planned to fuck her all night. I didn’t need sleep anymore. Meetings could be cancelled this week. My business would be fine without me. I would just enjoy my week with Fantasy. It would be all over soon enough.
Chapter 8 (Fantasy)
Fantasy Friday
*
The entire week quickly disappeared. We had spent most of our time together in an endless parade of sex, delicious wine, and walking the floor of Cal’s casinos. We had moved our base of operations to The Sparrow - the most elegant of all of Cal’s hotels. The sheets had to be at least a thousand thread count and the pillows were the softest my head had ever touched.
But Cal didn’t open up to me at all. I was going to go home to Richard tomorrow night, and I’d likely never have a chance to get this close to Cal again. My heart was starting to hurt by Friday morning. I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and watched Cal sleep. I ran my fingers through his hair and wondered if I had done something wrong this week. He didn’t trust me yet and I was completely unsure of his feelings for me. But I knew how I felt about him. I kissed the top of his head. His eyes fluttered open and he frowned.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“Six a.m.”
“Go back to bed, Fantasy,” he said.
“I won’t be with you when you wake up on Sunday morning. I need to spend as much time with you awake as I can.”
He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. I pressed my hand to his warm muscular chest and laid my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and we sat there in silence for a long time — just holding each other.
“I think I love you,” I said.
“Fantasy, don’t…”
“I don’t know what else it could be.”
Cal pushed me away and got up. He pulled his pants on and sat in the chair beside the bed. I moved closer. He put his hand out to stop me. “Get dressed. I’ll take you back to The Peacock and bring you to Richard now.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because you’re a liar and an illusion. You’re not a fantasy. Fantasies end on a happier note than this one. What is your real name anyway?”
“I’m not ready to tell you that.”
“But you’re ready to tell me that you think you love me? How does that work?”
He stared right through me. I felt like his eyes were burrowing into my flesh and searching for something. He turned away from me.
“Put your clothes on, Fantasy.”
“No.”
“I won’t repeat myself again. You’re mine to do with as I please! If I want to give you back then that’s my right. You on the other hand — you have no rights.”
I knew he was just saying this to distance himself from me. I reached out and touched his arm. For a moment he turned back to me and a slight smile formed on his lips. But he fought it back hard and his face took on the stoicism that must have led him to do so well in business.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I still think you might be spying on me for Richard!”
“Well, let’s see what I’ve learned in the past week. I’ve learned that Cal Wyatt likes to fuck — a lot. And he’s very good at it too, I might add. Oh, he very much enjoyed the vibrating boxer shorts I made him wear, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he wears them to his next meeting. I’m sure that will be valuable information for Richard to have. Maybe I’ll steal the remote and give it to him for your next Poker game! I’ve only seen two of your five casinos and not much of the ones I have been in. When can I see the others? I need to memorize their layouts and get the code to the vaults so I can give them to big daddy.”
“I wouldn’t doubt it if that’s what you were up to.”
“Come on, Cal. I’ve spent all my time at your side. Every kiss and touch we’ve exchanged, and this is what you think of me? You’re lucky I know you don’t mean it.”
“I do mean it,” he said.
I got up and stood before him. I let the sheet slide down my body. His eyes focused on my breasts. Yes, I was going to use my breasts to shut him up, and I didn’t mind it at all.
“Goddamnit,” he said. “I swear to God I hate you!”
He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. His hands were soon gliding along every curve with a fury unlike any I’d seen all week. His kiss was frantic and full of need. I pushed myself away from his lips and placed a hand on his cheek. I took one good look at Cal Wyatt. There was something wrong with him. Someone had hurt him so bad that he had shut himself down. Well, I was pretty well convinced that he hadn’t shut down — he only had himself convinced that he couldn’t fall in love.
“I want to know who you really are, Cal Wyatt. When you can tell me that, I’ll tell you my real name.”
Cal covered my mouth and kissed my neck. I guess I could accept that it was no longer the time for talking. His fingers slipped between my legs and ran up the length of my slit. He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. He yanked his pants off and loomed over me with his big cock standing at attention.
“Well, are you going to fuck me or what?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “I have an idea. Sit up and show me how you like to be touched.”
“You mean touch myself in front of you?” I was a little hesitant to be so vulnerable in front of him right after our argument, but the idea did appeal to me.
I sat up and spread my legs apart. He focused his gaze on my pussy. He crawled onto the bed in front of me and held onto my legs as he waited for my next move. I traced the curves of my inner thighs with my index finger. I swooped my hands down and spread myself open wide so Cal could get a look at my unfolding pussy. I dipped a finger into it and moaned for Cal’s pleasure more than my own. I massaged my clit in slow circles — just teasing myself.
“You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect,” he said.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” I said.
Cal sat up across from me and wrapped his hand around his cock. He squeezed it and pre-cum leaked out the tip. He stroked nice and slow while never taking his gaze off my pussy.
“I’m afraid I need you now,” he said. “Tomorrow you’ll be gone so getting this close to you isn’t worth it.”
He let go of his cock.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
I felt myself flush with excitement as he gripped his cock again and sped up his strokes. They were tight strokes that covered his full length. His head went back and he groaned with pleasure. I felt like I was finally
getting somewhere with him.
My own speed increased as I brought myself to the verge of orgasm and then pulled back just enough so I’d feel the rush of pleasure without the actual explosion.
“Ahhhh, Cal, please tell me what you think of me,” I said.
“You’re perfect. Too good for me, I’m sure. It’s a good thing we don’t get to find out. You don’t have enough time to become disappointed in me.”
“That would never happen. I’m sure of it,” I said as I slammed several fingers into my pussy. I fucked myself for Cal and just focused on the sound of our breath. Cal moved closer to me and stretched out his legs. He lined them up with mine and worked his cock over faster. He made a satisfied moan that told me he was going to cum. He put his hand over his cock.
“Take your hand off of it,” I said. “I want to watch everything.”
His eyes rolled up and his skin flushed. His cum shot out and hit me in the stomach, but I didn’t mind. It was warm and I loved how it felt sliding down me. There was so much of it! I dipped a finger in it and used it to rub my clit. I began to shake as Cal moved next to me. He kissed me just as I was about to scream. He held me close as I trembled against him.
We sat there for a few moments just wrapped up in each other. “Tell me more about Lisa,” I said.
“Please, Fantasy, don’t make me go there.”
“I need to know.”
He sighed. “Ok. I’ve known Lisa for a long time. We lived together at a children’s home when we were teenagers. After they kicked us out of the system at 18, we got part time jobs and worked till we could afford a car and the first few months of rent. We got in it and drove to Vegas. The rest is history.”
“Come on, Cal. That tells me nothing, except that she must be very important to you.”
“Was important,” he said. “We dated on and off for years while I was working my way up. I thought I was going to marry her. We fought like crazy, but there was a lot of passion there. Neither one of us said the word “love” the whole time we were together. I guess growing up the way we did meant we didn’t know how. A year ago I gave her a ring and asked her to marry me. She told me she couldn’t do that and hopped in her car and drove to Chicago. She told me she missed the old days before I became Cal Wyatt — conqueror of Las Vegas. Last I heard she fell in love with a struggling musician and came back here to get married, but I was definitely not on the guest list. Is that enough for you?”
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