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by Michelle Hoppe

  “Not necessarily, we will open the doors again at two for those guests wishing to leave, although tonight it is likely most will stay.”

  “Let us get the alarms set so we can join the party.”

  They made quick work of securing the estate and headed to the bar. Once in the main area of the club, Gregory immediately discovered the mask was most likely the only part of the costume people would be wearing for any length of time. Already several small groups were engaged in sexual activity. The soft strains of a waltz filled the air, dancers spinning in tight circles moved with grace over the wooden floor.

  “Would you care to dance, Cheri´?” He extended his arm to Sophia, never considering she would decline his offer.

  “I would be delighted Mr. Parker.”

  “So formal this eve.”

  “Until I know what your plans are, I think it best.”

  “What would you like my plans to be, Sophia?”

  “Dance with me and we can discuss it.”

  As she placed her hand on his extended arm, Gregory walked them to the dance floor. When his foot reached the edge of the wooden surface, he turned into her, bowing at the waist, effortlessly sweeping her into his arms. Moving in time to the music, he guided her through the crowd of dancers. One hand rested comfortably on her waist, the other held her fingers, extended from their bodies, pointing in the direction he intended to go.

  * * * *

  The sound of waves crashing on the shore mingled with the soft hum of a small plane descending to land at the airport only a few miles from the hotel. The room was bathed in the soft light of morning, as the sheer drapes covering the open window billowed in a gentle breeze.

  She rolled onto her side, looking for the red numbers on the bedside clock. It was seven-thirty. Pushing the sheet off her naked body, Victoria pulled herself to a sitting position, waiting for the pounding in her head to start. The amount of alcohol she had consumed last night with Sam should have knocked her out for days. Yet she felt fine.

  Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she realized there would be no hangover to plague her day. Reaching for her cigarettes, she pulled on her robe, walking out onto the balcony overlooking the ocean. Sitting in a patio chair, she lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Slowly releasing the smoke into the air, she relaxed deeper into the padded comfort of the chair and closed her eyes.

  Thinking of last evening and the disappointment of Jason’s arrival, she tried to decide on a course of action. She concluded he had gotten so drunk because of his anger at her; the question she needed to answer was just how deep his anger ran. Unable to decide how to handle him, she finished her cigarette and returned inside.

  Removing the robe, she walked naked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Her body ached for his touch. Turning on the water, she waited for the warmth to wash away the cloud from her mind. Her hands moved over her skin in soft, sensual strokes, teasing her nipples taut, the burning hunger in her pussy demanded release. She reached for the life-size dong on the shelf in the shower; closing her eyes she stood directly under the cascading water. Moving the dildo between her legs, she massaged it back and forth over her clit.

  She felt the heat build as her muscles contracted. Using one hand, she pulled back the vulva and slid the dong deep inside. Her pussy closed over the soft gel-packed dong as her muscles pulled it deep. Reaching for the faucet handles, she turned off the water, and stepped from the shower, the dildo still snuggly encased in her pussy.

  Walking to the bed, she laid down on her back, the sheets instantly sucking the water from her still wet body. Lifting her knees and planting her feet firmly on the mattress, she once again took the dong in her hand and pumped it in and out of her pussy. With her other hand she pulled on her nipples, massaging them between her finger and thumb. Pulling the dong from her folds, she again ran it back and forth over her clit, before slamming it deep again.

  Reaching to the side table, she found the vibrator and switched it on high. Holding it on her clit, she sucked her pussy muscles tight against the dong. Her stomach pulled down toward the bed as the vibrations on her clit caused it to contract. She could feel the juices flowing in her pussy. With one hand she ran the vibe over her clit, bumping up against her mons and down again. The dildo moved inside as her muscles contracted against it. Raising her ass from the bed, she arched her back and again sucked her stomach muscles tight forcing the dong to rest against her g-spot. She felt the orgasm start and held the vibrator on her clitoris, the soft hum mingling with the purrs coming from her throat.

  Working her muscles, she pulled the dong tight on her g-spot, held it for a second, and then released it. Again and again, she hit the nub as the heat and need overtook her. A scream escaped her lips as the orgasm exploded, her hips pumping up and down as the vibration held steady on her clit. The contractions of her muscles increased as she refused to stop. Dropping the vibe beside her, she grabbed the dong and forced it in and out of her pussy, slamming as deeply as she could until she felt the waves of cum pour free.

  Dropping her ass back on the bed, she felt for the vibe and held it on her stomach. Her skin tingled as her fingers went back to her nipples. Tracing around the aureole she stroked over her tits until the nubs became hard. Her pussy muscles relaxed and the dong no longer touched her g-spot. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the dong from her folds and inserted the still humming vibrator. Pushing her hips down she forced the hard plastic head of the vibe up and forward; hitting another sensitive pleasure point, she held the vibrator tight to the nub.

  Holding her breath, she pulled her vaginal muscles hard, sucking her stomach tight again and felt the nub start to throb. Soft screams of pleasure escaped from her lips and drifted around her. Lost to the need for release, her hands continued their work without instruction from her mind. Pumping her hips in rapid movements, she released her hold on the vibrator and allowed her muscles to move it inside. The heat building to a painful level sent her mind swimming in a void of need. Opening her mouth to scream she felt the climax break over her body. Racked with contractions her muscles pumped cum from her body.

  The vibrator slid from her pussy and rested between her legs. The screams of orgasm continued to roll from her throat. Her body shuddered on the bed, the sheets were drenched in sweat, as she gripped them tightly in her clenched fists. Slowly the quivering subsided and she relaxed her muscles. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the colors of a rainbow playing over the inside of her closed eyelids like a kaleidoscope.

  Her body now calm, Victoria rolled off the edge of the bed to her feet and stretched her arms in the air. Moving her head in a circle, she pulled the muscles of her neck tight and took a deep breath. Lowering her arms to her side, she turned to find a robe when her eyes caught a movement by the door. Her exhaled breath trapped in her lungs she stood frozen, staring into the deep blue pools of Jason’s eyes.

  * * * *

  The soft, slow strains of the waltz continued, as Gregory glided across the floor, Sophia in his arms. She followed his lead, her feet moving in the direction the soft pressure from his fingers on her waist directed. Her scent filled his nostrils, an intoxicating mixture of orchids and spice. Her breast pressed against his chest, her eyes smiling up into his.

  “The beauty of this music only pales when compared to the beauty of your eyes.”

  “Your tongue is as smooth as your father’s.”

  “I would not know since I have yet to meet the man.” Gregory regretted the words the moment they left his lips. The smile faded from her face as she realized what she had said. “Do not worry chéri, I have no doubt my debonair qualities come from my father.”

  “I’m sorry Greg; I did not mean to hurt you.”

  “And you didn’t.” Moving quickly, he danced her off the crowded floor. Without giving her a chance to stop him, he swept her out the open French doors into the garden. Taking her hand in his he ran toward the high outer wall of the estate, putting distance between them and t
he other guests. The further away from the mansion he traveled the darker the night became.

  “Greg, where are we going?”

  Slowing to a walk, he turned, pulled her body in a tight embrace and lowered his lips to hers. Moving his hands over the bare skin of her shoulders, he kissed her deep, his tongue exploring the soft moist inside of her mouth.

  She leaned into his embrace, her hands coming to rest on his waist as she allowed his tongue to mingle with hers, plunging first into his mouth, then hers until he pulled his lips free. “I could get lost in your kiss, Sophia.”

  “Then I fear we are doomed, monsieur.”

  “Why do you say such a thing?”

  “Because I am already lost in yours.”

  Greg tenderly kissed her again, his fingers moving up and down her spine. He deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth as he worked the laces holding her bustier in place. He felt her pull back. “What is wrong, chéri?”

  Putting her hands on his chest, she leaned away from his body. “I cannot.”

  “You cannot what?”

  “Greg, I’m working. I cannot be away from the party without Pierre discovering I am missing. I must return inside.”

  “Like hell. I have waited for this moment all damn day. I want to make love to you, Sophia. There are plenty of others to care for the needs of the male guests.”

  “I do more than care for the needs of male guests.”

  “Yes, you are very talented at setting the security system.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Oui, I accept your offer, fair Sophia.” Watching her sputter, trying to find words to respond, he was shocked when she simply stomped her foot and walked away. Waiting until she reached the lighted area near the garden, he hit his fist in the air and walked toward the kitchen entrance.

  Chapter 14

  Pulling her eyes away from his, Victoria stepped to the end of the bed and grabbed her robe. Cinching the belt tight at her waist, she looked up at him, “How did you get in here?”

  “After four months of separation all you want to discuss is how I gained entrance into your room?”

  “For starters, yes damn it.”

  “Sam gave me the key.”

  She watched as he flung the magnetic strip card on the bed. “Apparently he was the last one to use it when he tucked you into bed last night and forgot to leave it when he left.”

  “And he thought it was just fine and dandy to give it to you, so you could spy on me?”

  “I was not spying Angel; I was watching the woman of my dreams playing her body with the skill of an artist.”

  Uncomfortable with the way the conversation was heading, Victoria walked toward the door. Stopping in front of him, “Excuse me, I’d like to order some coffee,” when he stepped aside she passed him and continued into the living room.

  Jason turned in the doorway and leaned against the jamb. She lifted the receiver off its cradle and spoke into the phone. All the time she drank in the lines of his body. She could feel the warmth of his arms around her, taste the sweetness of his tongue as he kissed her; her mind reliving every moment spent in his arms. Her body ached to touch him, her mind silently screaming at him to take control and make her body his.

  *

  Jason waited while she called room service. The silk robe she put on did nothing to hide the soft curve of her breast or the sway of her hips.

  He pushed away from the door and walked into the room; his body aching to take her in his arms and make love to her. Yet he hesitated. She stood there across the room looking beautiful, her body still glistening with sweat from her recent masturbation.

  “Fuck it,” he said under his breath, taking long steps to close the distance in seconds, he lifted her into his arms, took her lips with his, and carried her back into the bedroom.

  Dropping her onto the bed, he did not give her time to react. He simply knelt over her, his tongue darting in and out between her lips. The kiss lasted a very long time, Jason tasting every inch of her mouth, sucking her juices into his throat. He savored the feel of her, the scent of her, and the taste of her. His hands moved over her body, softly caressing, as he ravaged her mouth. After so many months of waiting and wanting, he did not want to break the seal of their lips. He did not want to give her time to speak, or to protest. He was in control now and he was not about to give it back to her, ever!

  Her body responded to his, he could feel her pressing into him, molding her body to his; it was as if they never parted. A perfect fit as his hands moved up her thigh and under her robe, his fingers slipped into her wetness, stroking against her clit, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from deep inside her. His lips and tongue still drinking at her mouth; he rolled to a sitting position, her body in his lap, tightly wrapped in his arms.

  Once he was sitting he ended the kiss, pushing her body back slightly he pulled the front of her robe open, exposing her breast. “Don’t say a word Victoria; I don’t plan on stopping until you understand I will never allow you to leave me again. And if you speak, you will regret it.” As he finished issuing orders, he easily flipped her over his knees and ripped the robe from her body, his open palm slapping her ass with a resounding whack.

  “You fucking brute, let me up.”

  With his left hand planted in the middle of her back, Jason once again raised his right hand and landed an open palm to her ass. “I told you not to speak, my love, and it’s time you started listening to me.” Jason’s voice was deep and angry; his hand once again connected with her flesh to emphasize his words.

  “If you think I’m going to lay here and let you turn my ass red, you’re fucking crazy.” She spit, while trying to move from under his hand.

  “You will lay here Belle and take whatever I give. You belong to me now and always. Stop your protests and close your mouth my love, because the day is young, my hand is strong, and a good spanking is what you deserve most after the stunt you pulled.” His hand landed another slap.

  Victoria kicked her feet, pushed against him with her hands; however, she did not speak. She did deserve this spanking and as long as he stopped soon she would resist no more.

  Jason felt her give in. She still struggled, but he knew she would not say another word. His hand moved to her ass again; however, this time it was to caress her flesh. His fingers played over her skin, sliding down to her thigh and up again. Stroking her lower back and sides, he moved his fingers over the body he felt in his mind. Every inch of her was carved into his brain and his mind knew his long period of celibacy was about to end.

  Suddenly a cruel thought forced its way to the surface, stopping the progress of his hand. Did she, his mind asked. Carefully turning her over in his lap, Jason pulled her close and lowered his lips to hers. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue, as he probed inside to race along her inner cheeks. The taste he remembered, the softness of her lips, the sweet feel of her body lying naked in his arms.

  Reluctant to release her, he needed an answer to one question before he lost his heart to her again. Pulling back from her mouth, he smiled into her face. “I need to know.”

  “Know what?”

  “I need to know you love me and that you were faithful during your absence.”

  “I already answered both of those questions last night.”

  He saw the smile on her face start to fade, “Tell me again.”

  “What’s the matter handsome, can’t you remember what I said.”

  “Do not toy with me Victoria. I need to know.”

  “Go to hell.” She pushed out of his grasp before he could grab her, stood up, and headed back into the living room.

  “God damn it woman, get back in here.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Getting to his feet, he stormed into the other room stopping within inches of her, “No darling, fuck you is something I will get back to doing as soon as you answer my question.”

  “Get out.” Her lips set in anger, she pointed at the door.

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��I’m not going anywhere, Victoria.” He saw her reach for the phone and grabbed her wrist. Holding tight, he pulled her body close and stared down into her shocked and angry eyes. Very slowly, he told her again, “I am not leaving.”

  “You’re hurting me.” Silent tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

  As if he grabbed a flame, Jason released her arms and stepped back. Realizing the situation was out of control, he took a deep breath and reached out his finger to wipe away the tear now running down her cheek. “Victoria, please.” She turned her back to him and he heard her soft crying. The sound tore at his heart. Reaching for her, he folded her in an embrace holding her close as the tears came in earnest.

  Stroking her hair, he whispered in her ear. “It’s time to stop hurting each other, Victoria. I love you and always will.” He felt her naked body shivering, as her tears flowed, the sound causing an ache in his heart. He lifted her gently in his arms, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. Pulling the blankets over her, he kissed her on the cheek and turned to leave.

  Chapter 15

  Wisps of clouds floated across the early morning sky, creating soft colors as the sun peeked over the eastern horizon. The air was cool, yet Gregory did not mind, it was better than he could have expected in France. He sat in the shadows, slightly hidden from view by a large umbrella opened over the table on which he had his feet propped. He watched as she checked the thermometer in the pool, before heading toward the pool house.

  Ten minutes later his heart raced as he watched her step from the cabana into the early morning light, her swimsuit, a bright yellow bikini, setting off her figure to perfection. He was unable to take his eyes off her, as she walked toward the deep water at the far end of the oval shaped pool. The soft lights hanging overhead lit the clear depths to a beautiful shade of blue. Standing on the edge, she shaped her body into a curve and dove into the water.

  Swimming from one end to the other, she completed six laps, before taking a break by treading in the deepest part of the pool. Moving her arms in graceful motion, she was able to keep her head above the surface of the water. Her hair slicked tight against her head framed her face and allowed him to drink in her beauty.