They arrived at their table in Colombi’s. One usually had to reserve a table there at least a month in advance, but because it was him he was able to get it the same day. Truthfully, they did hold a few tables that they could have empty for men in his income bracket. It wasn’t just because of who he was, but the fact that he was willing to pay a monthly stipend of ten thousand dollars in addition to whatever money he spent while he was there. So, it was a good investment. They reserved it for only those special few like himself, even though there were a lot of people who could afford it and would be glad to do it. It helped to have friends around.
“Wow, this place is great,” Ember said looking around.
Zander smiled and checked her out for possibly the twentieth time that evening. She was wearing the most seductive blue dress that came to mid-thigh, which was perfect for showing off her killer legs and it also revealed the perfect amount of cleavage to showcase her large, voluptuous breasts without giving too much away. He could not wait to ravage her.
“I’ve been coming here for a while,” he said. “I highly recommend the Cajun alfredo—it is excellent,” he said in his most fake posh accent.
She smiled. “I might give that a try,” she said. “I do love me some alfredo.”
“Well, who doesn’t?”
The waiter came just then. “Good evening, Mr. Michaels. How are you this fine evening, sir?”
“Very well indeed, Serge,” Zander said. All of the waiters were expected to know the names of all the wealthiest and most regular customers. Serge had been working there for almost two years; he was the best waiter that Zander had ever had the pleasure of being served by. He always requested Serge when he ate at Colombi’s.
“What can I start you off with?” Serge asked.
“I believe a bottle of the Masoki Merlot 1985, as I requested earlier,” Zander said.
“Oh, excellent sir,” Serge said. “I will be right back.”
He walked away briskly to get the wine.
“Wow,” Ember said. “I guess they know you around here.”
Zander smiled. “I’m sure they will get to know you as well.”
“Well, I’m already impressed, so I think that is a distinct possibility,” Ember said. She looked down for a moment as if she was trying to come up with the right words.
“What is it?” Zander asked.
“I want to apologize about earlier,” she said. “I do let things go to my head and I jump to conclusions sometimes. I’m sorry I behaved that way. I’m a bit ashamed.”
Zander smiled and reached over to grab her hand in his. “Honey, its fine. I want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you. And as for any doubts you had about me and my intentions, I care about you. The past few days have been some of the most spectacular of my life and I’m looking forward to even better days ahead. I promise I will never give you any reason at all to not trust me.”
Ember looked as if she might cry. She blinked several times and smiled. “Thank you,” she said.
Serge came back with a bottle of the Merlot. He poured each of their glasses about halfway full and then sat down a basket of garlic bread. The smell was almost dizzying, filled with that full rich, garlic and butter flavor wafting up to the nostrils, tingling the senses. Zander watched Ember’s expression as she caught a few whiffs of the scent.
“Wow, that smells amazing,” Ember said.
Serge smiled as he grabbed a bottle of olive oil off his tray.
“Is this your first-time dining with us, madam?” Serge asked.
“It is,” Ember said. “Zander said this was the best place in town and I’m starting to believe him.”
“Well, Mr. Michaels has excellent taste. In food, wine, and women,” Serge said. He gave Ember a wink catching her eye.
Zander chuckled to himself wondering if he should be worried.
Serge sat a small bowl on the table and poured a small amount of olive oil into it. Sitting the bottle of oil back on his plate he grabbed a container of turmeric off the table and placed two small scoops into the olive oil with a small spoon. Then he sprinkled some parsley into it and added a bit of ground up mustard.
Zander watched intently. He knew it was a silly little thing, but he loved to watch people doing simple rituals like this one. He’d always felt there was something charming about it.
Last serge sprinkled a decent helping of freshly grated parmesan cheese over it. Then he grabbed a small spoon and began to stir slowly and deliberately.
Zander saw Ember watching the whole ritual closely with a sweet smile on her face.
After he was done with the mixture Serge then picked up a piece of garlic bread with a pair of tongs and placed a piece on both plates.
“What soups shall I start you off with this evening, sir?” Serge asked.
“I believe two bowls of your Gnocchi potato please,” Zander said ordering one of the restaurant's signature bowls.
“Very nice selection, sir,” Serge replied. “House dressing ok for your salad?”
“Yes, that will be fine,” Zander replied.
Serge left then to prepare the soups and salad.
Ember seemed very impressed with the way things were going so far. Zander was glad, but he knew that the evening was going to be even better as it progressed.
Ember took a piece of the bread and dipped it in the sauce that Serge had put together. Her whole face lit up as she bit into it.
“Oh, that is the best thing I have ever tasted,” she thought.
Zander smiled. “I told you, this place is the best kept secret in town.”
“Wow, I have a feeling I am going to learn about a lot of interesting things being with you,” Ember said.
Zander smiled.
“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?” Ember asked.
“Oh, I can’t tell you now; it will ruin all of the surprises,” zander said.
“I don’t normally like surprises, but you happen to be unusually good at it,” she said.
“Well, I do have my ways I guess,” Zander replied.
Zander ended up ordering them both the Cajun pasta dish he mentioned earlier to Ember. She seemed on board to try anything.
“After all, you’ve been perfectly right about everything so far,” Ember commented with a bit of flirt in her eye.
By the time they finished dinner, they were halfway through the second bottle of wine. Ember was getting a bit tipsy, but she was still remaining in control.
“So, you did a lot of horseback riding when you were a kid?” Zander asked. “I believe you mentioned that earlier.”
“Oh, yeah. I was really into it. My aunt had a stable and there was a horse there that I took a shine to, so every Saturday morning for several years I would go out there and ride until almost noon. Then my mom would take me out for pizza.”
“That’s fantastic,” Zander said. “It’s great for a kid to develop a passion that early on for something. Do you still ride?”
“No, I haven’t ridden for years,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Well, I had been riding for about three years and I was starting to get really good. I thought I might actually enter some competitions, but then I fell off my horse Holly one day and broke my ankle. I developed a fear of it and I just never really went back. Eventually the fear went away but by then I was into softball and basketball, you know other girly pursuits and I just never got back into it. But it’s funny you ask because I’ve been toying with the idea of starting up riding again. But lessons are expensive and as far as eventually getting a horse of my own, that is a fat chance.”
Zander smiled. “Well, maybe one day you will get the chance to ride again,” he said.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve got too many other things going on. I’m not sure I could even find the time or the energy.”
Zander hated to see Ember when she occasionally got down on herself. “Well maybe it’s time you made a change,” he
said.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know; that is up to you. What did you used to dream about when you were a kid? What did you want to be?”
“I wanted to be Xena Warrior Princess for a while, but then that died out. Since then I haven’t really thought too much about it. I mean when I was in college I thought I might end up being like a business manager and maybe one day own my own business. I’m the type of person who hates being told what to do; I hate having a boss, you know? So, if I could do anything it would be something on my own that I’m in charge of. The problem is I have no idea what business I want to own and operate.”
“Well, I’ve found the best businesses are the ones that revolve around a passion you have,” Zander replied.
“Are you telling me you have a passion for real estate?”
Zander laughed. “Yes. I have a passion for transforming crap houses into dream houses, even though I don’t do the work myself anymore. I work with architects and designers to make these visions come to life. It’s really very fulfilling and rewarding. I love to take startup companies that have a lot of promise and potential and turn them into goldmines. So, yeah, I do love what I do. It’s not just about the money.”
“Ok, well I will definitely do a bit of soul searching and see what I come up with,” Ember said.
She was leaning over slightly right then and Zander was catching an eyeful. He smiled and looked up at her. She caught him looking and continued to allow him the privilege.
“Well, that is definitely a passion of mine,” he said.
“Oh, I’ll bet,” Ember replied in a seductive tone. “I bet you wish you could do something with those right now, don’t you?”
Zander was surprised by the question. He wondered how much of it was the alcohol and how much she just loved to flirt. It was one of the most surprising things about her that he never would have guessed upon first meeting Ember—she was an incredible flirt. And he loved it.
“I figure we could do a bit of an even swap,” Zander replied. “I do have something that you would like to do something with. It might involve your mouth, your chest, and your sweet, juicy, box.”
Ember giggled. “Now, if you are trying to get me hot and bothered I will remind you that you don’t have to try very hard.”
“I say we continue this party elsewhere,” Zander said.
Ember agreed.
“OH WOW!” Ember exclaimed when she stepped foot into Zander’s mansion.
Zander could not help chuckling at her reaction as they stepped in through the front door. She instantly started jogging from room to room as if she were a child in the most extraordinary funhouse in the entire world. It was hysterical to watch. Even Ben thought so.
“Sir, do you require anything further of me tonight?” Ben asked.
“No, Ben you may retire,” Zander said.
With that Ben left the room heading upstairs to his own room.
“Wow, I could totally get lost in this place,” Ember said. “How does one person live here?”
“I like my space,” Zander said. “Besides it’s the biggest and the best around so of course it has to be mine.”
Ember laughed as she came close to him. She planted a sweet kiss on his lips and held onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. The limo ride to the house had been a fun trip. The moment they hit the car he’d ordered Ben to take them to the house and then put up the divider.
Without any hesitation, he and Ember began making out ripping at each other’s clothes. It didn’t take much before Zander pulled up her dress, pulled down her pants, and he was inside her from behind. She was so tight, putting her legs together to create an even tighter seal with her special lips, closing around his thick, fully engorged flesh as he pounded away towards final release.
He already could not wait to get inside of her again, but he thought he might take things a bit slower for now. It was always easier to do without a bullet in the chamber, so to speak.
“Come on,” Zander said taking her by the hand. I have something to show you.
He escorted Ember down the hall into a back room which she was surprised to see was his billiards room. He loved it there. When he was home he spent most of his time in there, perfecting his game of pool and even playing a few darts.
“Wow, that is the nicest pool table I have ever seen,” Ember said.
Zander smiled as he walked over to the bar and began to mix them a few drinks. “Since I was a kid it was my dream to own a great pool table. I’ve been really into the game since I was about eight years old. My grandpa had a table in the basement and when it was warm enough I would go down there and play rack after rack with him. I’d play even when it was really cold; I didn’t care.”
“So, are you like a pool shark?” Ember asked.
Zander finished mixing together the long island iced teas and handed one to Ember.
“I am pretty good, but I’m not good enough to be a professional at it or anything. I mean those guys really study the game, they know all the theory and geometry behind it. I never wanted to learn any of that because to me it turned the game into some mathematical thing. Believe it or not, I’ve never liked math. The only math I like is counting money,” Zander said.
“I can definitely understand how that would take the fun out of the game,” Ember commented. She took a sip of her drink and smiled. “Wow, you made this extra strong. I’m starting to think you want to get me drunk.”
“Well, I’m drunk; I figured you might as well be,” Zander said. “Anyway, when it came to pool I just liked to play and go by feel, by instinct. That was the way the guys in the pool halls played. That’s what it was all about.”
“So, you spent a lot of time in pool halls?”
“Yes, I used to. For the longest time that was my thing, when I was in college anyway. During the evenings and weekends, between classes if I had a long enough break. There was a reason my grades in college sucked so bad I almost got kicked out. But I guess it didn’t matter since I had plans to go into business for myself.”
“Uh, oh. Did you not do your homework?” Ember asked teasing.
“Hardly ever,” Zander said. “I hardly ever went to class to be honest with you. Like a lot of people, I would study the book a week before the exam, show up and take the test. College is kind of lame when you think about it. It teaches you very little about life I found.”
Ember laughed. “I have to tend to agree with you,” she said grabbing the rack from under the table and beginning to rack the balls.
“Oh, you want to play a game?” Zander asked.
“I do,” Ember replied.
Zander broke the rack of balls hard and they scattered across the table sinking three; two solids and one stripe. He chose solids to start with and systematically ran the table.
“Want to go again? Maybe you might get a shot this time,” Zander said.
Ember looked at him and shook her head as she walked towards him. “Actually, I was curious to take a little dip in that Jacuzzi you told me about,” she said.
Zander smiled and led the way.
He took off his clothes and then dropped his boxer shorts to the ground before climbing into the hot water. It felt scalding against his more sensitive areas but he was willing to ignore the pain to gain the pleasure that was coming. Besides he was too distracted by Ember’s sexy, nude, curvaceous body as she slipped into the hot, steamy water in front of him.
She moved over to his side and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Hey, there,” Ember said. She moved her hips against his dangling member and he felt it instantly respond, getting harder by the second.
Her hot breath was now on his ear as she nibbled his lobe. She was so soft, so smooth… he just ached for her in every possible way. Zander wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer to him, her nipples rubbing against his as he enjoyed her seduction.
“You like that?” Ember whispered in his ea
r as she kissed him softly on the nape of the neck, moving upwards to his ear lobe. She took the bottom of his lobe in her mouth and then her tongue moved up into his ear wiggling in and out of it slowly, her warm breath invading him. He took a deep breath enjoying every bit of pleasure that she was willing to give him.
Her hand was now around his member. She was squeezing it slightly and moving up and down on it. He was getting so hard now… his balls were beginning to ache with anticipation of the sweetness that was sure to come soon…
Zander moved his head to face her and kissed her hard on the mouth, grabbing the back of her head and pressing her lips close to his, opening his mouth to allow his tongue to move into hers, soliciting her own tongue to come forward and join the party.
His other hand was grabbing her ass, squeezing and rubbing which she loved. He’d learned quickly that she loved to have her ass played with and he was more than happy to oblige. He smacked her hard under the water enjoying the vibrations and the sensations.
She giggled slightly as she continued to squeeze him and rub him up and down, paying very special attention to the head. Her forefinger and thumb encircled it and squeezed it tighter at the top, moving up to the tip where she lightly grazed it with her finger, teasing him.
Zander decided to tease her as well. He swiftly moved his fingers to her crack, slipping into her box of pleasure. It was moist, wet, and tight. He then quickly pulled out of there and stuck a finger in her back door. Her eyes widened slightly with surprise, but she did not stop him.
She kissed him softly on the lips instead and smiled as she leaned backwards and grabbed his hand, forcing the finger further up her rear.
“Use two,” she said.
He did, slowly inching two of his thick fingers into her back door. She continued to work his thick tool up front becoming more aggressive with her stroking of him. He knew that if this kept up he was going to finish all over his nice Jacuzzi and he wouldn’t want that…
Zander loved the texture of her back entrance. It was amazing how at this stage of a relationship one could constantly be surprised by the other person’s boundaries and their open mindedness.
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