returntobelletori_GEN

by Michelle Hoppe

  He increased the rhythm of his thrusts, driving deeper, with each inward slide to her g-spot. Keeping his eyes focused on her face he watched as the orgasm took control, her breath coming in long hard gulps, the soft screams spilling over her lips and echoing off the walls of the room. Tingling spears of need soared as hot jizzim moved up his cock and wave after wave of cum slammed into her pussy. He felt her muscles clamp down tight on his cock as her cum exploded over him. His wild, animal howls of pleasure joining her screams as their bodies jolted from climax.

  As her orgasm continued, her muscles contracted again and again around his cock. Finding it difficult to breathe, his arms quivering from the pressure of holding his weight, he finally collapsed on top of her. Not wanting to keep his weight on her small frame, he tucked his arms between her and the bed and in one graceful move rolled onto his back, trading places with her.

  Holding her tight to his chest, he felt her body shudder, her head resting on his chest, her hot breath teasing his skin. He felt her planting soft kisses on his skin and relaxed deeper into the mattress. “You belong to me.”

  “Yes.”

  “For now and for always.”

  “Yes.”

  Moving slightly, he shifted their weight to lay her beside him, her eyes looking into his. “No more fears.”

  She smiled, “I could lie and say no.”

  “Do not lie, angel. We will work on them together.”

  “Jase my love, I have discovered one day in your arms is worth more to me than one hundred days without you.”

  “It was one hundred and thirteen days, Victoria.”

  “You counted?”

  “I did.”

  Jason forestalled any further response from her as he took her mouth with his; applying pressure to her lips, he spoke against her mouth, “No more talk, I have four months of fantasies to live.”

  *

  Every morning at ten o’clock Manny explained to Mr. DuMonte that the do not disturb sign was still in place on the knob of suite two seventy-eight. Room service delivered hot meals three times a day. Housekeeping dropped clean towels by the door daily, and following orders from Mr. Hunter, no phone calls got through to the room.

  The morning of the third day, DuMonte left his number and a message for Ms. Lane. “When you run out of cum, call me! Pierre”.

  Manny laughed every time he thought about it. Glancing to the message box, he noticed the neatly folded white paper still there. Five days and counting.

  * * * *

  “It has been almost a week Pierre, how long before they return?”

  “You will be happy to know I spoke with your father this morning. They will be arriving tomorrow morning.”

  “What? Why did you not tell me this sooner?”

  “Because son, you were not in your room earlier. I suspect it would have proved embarrassing for both of us, if I had located you.”

  “I was busy with…”

  “You do not need to tell me what you were busy doing Greg. I know.”

  “You do not.”

  “Considering Sophia was missing from the security room as well, I have a pretty damn good idea.”

  “Just because Sophia was not in the security room, it does not mean we were together.”

  “Come off it Greg. You two have been very busy for days now.”

  “What else am I to do while I wait for them to return. Besides I do believe it was you who gave permission for me to pursue Sophia in the first place.”

  “What I said young man was… this is a sex club and I should not have to tell you what to do.”

  “And I took you at your word. I needed no instruction in the art of pleasing a woman. I simply put all I know to work.”

  “When I told you the perks came with the room I expected you to spread yourself around a little. Enjoy the many delights the club has to offer, not screw the same woman for days on end.”

  “Damn it Pierre, I am not screwing her, it is more than sex.” Greg was getting angry now.

  “You are too young to be involved in a serious relationship, Greg.”

  “And you are not my father.”

  “Do not get your dander up son. I am simply making an observation.”

  Greg leaned back in the chair and stared at Pierre’s face. There was no anger there, just concern. “I did not plan to find her so enchanting. This is more than a youthful dalliance. ‘Tis possible I’m falling for the fair Sophia.”

  “She is a delightful minx.”

  “Oui.”

  “Just go slowly, Greg. I do not want to see you hurt.”

  He thought about this advice for a moment, “Going slow is no longer an option Pierre. Only time will tell if there is a chance at love. I plan to find out.”

  “L'aide de ciel nous.”

  “I don’t think heaven will be of much help.”

  “Enough. Back to work with you.”

  Greg laughed at the look on Pierre’s face as he headed back to the stockroom to see if Tony needed help.

  Chapter 17

  The storm of last evening was gone, the air held a crispness which continued to cool the parched landscape. Desert rain did not soak into the ground; it simply followed the least resistant path as it flowed down gullies and canyons. Several areas of Las Vegas were flooded, delaying their arrival at the club. Their driver was forced to detour around closed streets and emergency crews working diligently to restore normal services.

  Victoria snuggled close to Jason. Neither spoke for several minutes, both happy enjoying the closeness and feel of their bodies touching. Finally, they reached the outskirts of Vegas and the long slow climb up the hill began.

  Home, Victoria felt her stomach dip as the excitement of returning at last to Belle Tori overwhelmed her senses. “It feels good to be home.”

  “You did not enjoy the Bahamas?”

  “That is not what I meant and you know it. I have been away far too long and look forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

  “What makes you think sleeping is on the agenda my love?”

  Victoria looked up into Jason’s eyes; they were dancing with delight. “We will need to sleep sooner or later handsome.”

  “I believe it will be later; much, much, later in fact.”

  She felt him pull her body tight to his as he moved his hands to her face. Lowering his head, his lips met with hers as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. His hands moved to her thigh, lightly brushing her skirt up to allow his fingers access to her clit.

  “We are almost there,” she said, while trying to pull away from his body. “Now is not the time to get naked.”

  “My dear, you do not wear panties, thank god, so it will not be necessary to get naked to make you cum.”

  “Jason Hunter, you are insatiable!”

  “And you love it. Don’t try to tell me otherwise, my sweet.”

  She did not respond, simply allowed him to take her mouth with his, and opened her legs in invitation. His fingers moved quickly to dance on her clit. Rubbing the nub with fast flicks as his lips moved down to her throat. Taking his hand from between her legs, he lifted her into his lap, laying her body back onto the seat.

  Her head and back resting on the seat, her ass was lifted over his thighs. His fingers again dipped between her legs; spread wide by the position he placed her in. She felt the warmth as he pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. Probing forward they found her g-spot and began to strum against it. Low moans escaped her throat. The heat built quickly as he expertly played along the depth of her walls.

  Pushing up hard, she felt the nub of her g-spot tingle against his finger. “Tell me you love me Victoria.”

  “I love you.”

  “Say it again.”

  “I love you Jason.”

  Again, he rolled his fingers around the nub, massaging until it felt like she would explode from the pressure. “Tell me you will always be by my side.”

  “Always, I promise… please Jase, make me cum.”


  “Not yet.”

  Her moans filled the limo, as he continued to apply quick pumps against her pussy, his thumb now dancing on her clit as well. The heat became intense as her body pulsed with need. “Jase, please!”

  “Tell me you will never take this away from us again.”

  “I swear, oh please, it’s so close.”

  “You belong to me Victoria.”

  “Yes, I am yours, forever.” A scream of delight tore from her throat as he pumped her g-spot.

  “Never forget mon amour, your body is mine to have and to hold from this day forward.”

  “Oh please, shut up and fuck me!”

  She knew he would make her say these things again and again for months, and she would gladly. Now all she wanted was to give in to the rampant heat searing the very depth of her body. She felt cum start, as she lifted her hips onto his finger. Her g-spot throbbing tight against the pressure he still applied. The contractions gripping her pussy, sucking his fingers deeper and deeper as honey flowed from inside.

  Lost in his arms she released her mind and body into his care. Sinking deeper into the realm of ecstasy her body floated on wave after wave of orgasm as he took control of her senses.

  She felt him move her body off his lap and shift his weight to kneel between her legs. Unaware the limo had slowed to such a pace that they were barely moving, she opened her eyes to watch him unzip his slacks. She waited in anticipation while he pushed the waistband of his briefs down his legs, allowing his cock to spring free, hard and ready.

  Lifting her legs onto his shoulders, he supported her ass in his hands, as his rod slid between her legs. Pressing the opening of her pussy, he slowly thrust forward, driving it inch by inch deeper and deeper into her folds. Reaching her fingers to his chest, she massaged his nipples through the thin silk of his shirt.

  With his cock wrapped in her pussy, he lowered her ass to the leather seat and placed his hands flat on either side of her head, bringing his body to an angle over hers. Her legs pinned against his ears, she could do nothing to assist him. Slowly moving his hips back, he pulled his shaft out, until only the tip remained inside. “Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

  “For always.”

  “I love you for always.”

  His hips pressed forward again, starting a slow slide inside the warm wetness of her honey. Suddenly he slammed his cock deep, hitting hard against her walls, her clit pressed firmly against his pelvic bone, his up and down movements massaging her to orgasm. “I think I will keep you naked and chained to the bed when we get home.”

  “As long as your cock is always inside my pussy, ‘tis fine with me.”

  He locked his elbows and began to pump hard. Slamming in and out as her moans of pleasure increased. Her muscles quivered, as his rod found her g-spot again. She was on fire, the need to cum mounting as she opened her mouth to scream with pleasure, “cum!”

  His hard ride continued, his skin covered in sweat, hard muscles bulging with the effort to keep slamming in and out. The blood was pounding in her head, the orgasm rolled on. Her clit pulsing in pleasure and pain as the heat exploded, starting deep within the center of her being, pushing upward over her clit. Hot cum moving toward the surface like lava, throbbing, pulsing, until it once again broke free. His cock rammed hard between her legs finding its mark, slamming her nub tight against the outer wall and holding it there as his jizzim filled her pussy.

  Unable to continue, he slowed to a stop, lifting her legs off his shoulders, he let them drop on either side of his body. She laid there, body racked with tremors, breath shallow, skin tingling and soft sensual moans of pleasure coming from deep within, vibrating on his chest as he lowered his head to her ear.

  “I love you.” He whispered softly.

  “I know.”

  * * * *

  Pierre and Yvette stood on the steps waiting for the limo to arrive. The driver radioed ahead letting them know they had made the turn up the hill. Looking at his watch, he realized they had been waiting almost twenty minutes. “What the fuck, it does not take this long to drive six miles.”

  “Perhaps the car has broken down.”

  “More likely they are naked in the back seat and the driver was told to stop the vehicle.”

  “If this is true, we may have a long wait.”

  “Well I for one do not plan to stand around any longer, I need a drink.”

  “I will join you.”

  Walking back inside, Pierre seated Yvette on the couch in the corner and continued to the bar to get them drinks. Returning several minutes later, he sat beside her. They waited in silence, sipping sixty-year-old Chateau Montifaud Cognac.

  Half an hour later, Sophia walked from the security room to tell them the car was coming up the drive. “Damn, about time.” Pierre stood, “you two run along now and let me handle this.”

  “Do you want me to let Greg know they have arrived?”

  “No, kitten.”

  Yvette leaned into Pierre, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, “Do not enjoy this too much.”

  “I do not think enjoy is in the plan, I can only hope it does not blow up in our faces.” Pierre stated as he moved to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside.

  The car was just turning to park at the bottom of the steps. Pierre stood waiting for the driver to open the door for Victoria. As she stepped from the car his suspicions were confirmed…their delay was due to sex. She was glowing, her hair was hanging wild about her face and she found it necessary to pull her skirt down a little to hide her ass.

  Victoria turned to look up, her eyes lit on him standing there. Shouting his name, she ran up the stairs and launched herself into his arms. Pierre braced himself for the impact of her body slamming into his. Lifting her off her feet, he spun her around, then set her back down. Lowering his head to hers, he kissed her full on the mouth and pulled her tight against his frame.

  Responding to his kiss, he felt her relax against his chest. He held her close for several moments, glad to have her back. As suddenly as she embraced him, she released him. Laughter dancing in her eyes, she asked, “Did you miss me darling?”

  “Perhaps.”

  “Liar.”

  “Oui.”

  She took his hand and pulled him inside the door. “Where is everyone?”

  “I sent them on errands.”

  “You don’t want to share my homecoming, handsome?”

  “I will share you later, for now we have some business.”

  “Good god, Pierre, I’ve only just returned and already you want to put me to work.”

  Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Jason entering the lobby, followed by the driver with the first load of luggage. “Christ, Victoria did you leave anything in Nassau for others to buy?”

  Leaving Pierre’s side, Victoria ran back into Jason’s arms, hugged him close, and proceeded to defend her shopping trips. “There is nothing in those bags I can live without.”

  “Sure, if you say so.” Jason did not sound convinced.

  “Jason Hunter, if you’re going to be lord of the manor around here, you best get use to the idea I like to shop.”

  Pierre watched as Jason lifted her into his arms and kissed her silent. Waiting for the driver to make several trips to and from the car, he watched the playful way Victoria teased Jason. Hating to end this delightful show, he knew Greg would come looking for him soon. In fact, he was surprised he had not given up waiting already.

  “I hate to interrupt this show of affections, but we need to discuss a couple of things. Also there is someone in the residence waiting to meet you.”

  Jason’s face held a questioning look, yet it was Victoria who asked, “Who is waiting to meet us?”

  “Come upstairs and you will find out.”

  “Did you find a new mistress while I was away, Pierre,” Victoria teased.

  “Oui mon amour and I have hidden her in your bedroom just for the hell of it.”

 
“Well my room is of course the nicest on the estate, perhaps she will want to keep it.”

  Pierre continued to walk up the stairs, Victoria and Jason trailing behind him. If only it were a mistress, this would be so much easier. Reaching the landing, he turned left and proceeded down the hall to the open double doors. He could see Gregory sitting on the couch.

  Pierre stepped through the doorway and immediately moved to the side, allowing both Jason and Victoria to see the person sitting on the couch. Victoria cleared the doorway first, just as Gregory stood to move forward. Pierre knew the moment she had seen him, her body froze on the spot. Jason, unprepared for her sudden stop, ran into the back of her.

  “Next time turn on your brake lights, angel.” Jason said.

  Victoria stood rooted to the carpet, staring into the eyes of the man she loved, only not the man himself. Turning her head, she looked for Pierre. As he watched in silence, Jason took in the features of the young man moving forward.

  “Belle, this is Gregory Parker, he is visiting from France.” Pierre waited while Gregory moved forward, hand extended.

  “Bonjour Ms. Lane. You are as beautiful as I have been told.”

  “Bonjour Mr. Parker, you are most kind. Welcome to my home.”

  “I have been here for almost two weeks, madam and have found it most enjoyable.”

  “You will have to fill me in on all the details later.”

  “Of course.”

  Pierre watched as Victoria moved slightly aside, reaching for Jason’s hand to pull him forward.

  “Mr. Parker, this is Jason Hunter, my… well a friend.”

  Jason did not move. He did not take the hand extended in front of him in greeting. Staring into his own eyes, he seemed in a trance. Victoria smiled and elbowed him in the side. “Jason, please welcome our guest.”

  “Bonjour Mr. Parker.” Jason said very quickly and turned to confront Pierre. “DuMonte, what the hell is this?”