by Galia Ryan
“Oh my God,” she murmured.
Simon grinned. “Your turn,” he said to Anna, “get on your hands and knees.”
He moved behind her, and with his condom already lubricated by Sabine’s juices, effortlessly pushed his way in. He rode her hard. Anna knew that he was fighting the urge to cum. Grasping her hips he thrust determinedly, each time letting out a loud grunt.
Then suddenly it was over.
“Jesus,” he exclaimed as the last of his cum spurt into the condom. “Fucking hell, you two are good.”
It was all he could manage as he collapsed back onto the bed.
Chapter 23.
“I’m on the early shift next week. Want to see that movie you were talking about?” Jake asked one evening. They were curled up amongst the cushions on her sofa listening to a track by Amy Winehouse, one of his CDs that had somehow found its way into her collection. Outside the wind was gusting, promising rain. Inside it was warm and intimate.
She eased her legs over his and he reached down to massage her foot.
“Sure,” she sighed contentedly. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Have any more thoughts about Christmas?” A few days earlier he had finally come right out and asked her to spend it with him. It would mean meeting his family and, as far as she was concerned, their relationship was not at that point.
“Still can’t decide.” It was much simpler to avoid the issue than face it.
“Fair enough. I might volunteer to work then.”
“Why?” She hadn’t expected that.
“Might as well let someone with kids be at home. And it makes no odds to me.”
“I suppose so. Does that mean you’ll get New Year’s off?”
“Depends on the roster, but probably. You want to do something special?”
Anna sat up. “Yes. Why don’t we go away for a few days?”
“Where?”
“Oh I don’t know. We could fly somewhere warm.”
“Now that is the best idea you’ve had yet! How far and for how long?”
“Heavens, I don’t know. A week? Ten days?”
“Make it two weeks. Let’s splash out.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, where she nestled happily on his chest. His jumper was soft against her cheek. Lamb’s wool. She knew because she had bought it.
“So where shall we go?” he continued.
“Somewhere hot with a pool and swim-up bar.”
“Touristy or somewhere secluded?”
“Definitely touristy. Somewhere with tacky souvenirs and beachside cafés. I want to have fun.”
He grinned.
“And here I was thinking you only wanted the best in life.”
She raised her head to look at him. “Why would you think that?”
“Because you’re a classy lady.”
“Hardly.”
“You don’t think? Look at you. Look around you.”
She didn’t have to. The must-have Italian leather sofa had been a sale bargain, as had the high-definition fifty-inch plasma television. But he didn’t know that. All he saw were the spoils of what she did for a living. A nice apartment, designer clothes, and a fridge full of wine and other delectable goodies.
“What about the Greek islands?” She wanted to get the conversation back on safer ground.
“A couple of the guys went to Corfu a year or so ago. Said it was a great place. Then there’s Rhodes. And Crete.”
She snuggled closer. “I’ll go on the Internet tomorrow. See what deals are out there.”
“They want me to do what?”
On the other side of the line she could hear Maddie trying very hard not to laugh.
“It’s an initiation. A coming of age.”
“I don’t care what it is. I’m not doing it with a kid.”
“He’s hardly a kid. He’s seventeen.”
“That’s a kid as far as I’m concerned.”
“Look. He’s here with his uncles. Some sort of hospitality expo or something. I think they own restaurants back home.”
“And just where is home?”
“India.”
“Then let them find a hooker in Mumbai to take their darling nephew’s cherry.”
“They’re prepared to pay well,” Maddie hinted.
Anna paused.
“And there’s no cake involved?” she asked.
“Why would there be a cake?”
“Haven’t you seen it on TV? The waiters bring in this massive cake and a naked girl jumps out. Happy birthday and all that.”
Now Maddie was giggling uncontrollably.
“I could just see you doing that,” she said.
“No you couldn’t.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“I suppose so,” Anna said.
Anna was enjoying life.
A while back she’d worried about leaving the bank, her concern being for her career. It had been hard to put that aside to concentrate on making money, even though she knew it wouldn’t be forever. But she’d found benefits in being an escort, not the least of which was having complete control over her day.
For a while she looked into buying a rental property, and it had been fun attending open homes to gauge the market. She knew, though, that getting a bank to fund her purchase would be tricky. They would want accounts, proof of her earnings, and while she had been sensible enough to set aside money for tax purposes, she knew from her own background she would be lucky to get a bank to take her application seriously. On the other hand, if she had a considerable deposit, things would be different. She would just have to stay with Elite for a bit longer. And perhaps she really should consider the more lucrative opportunities Stephanie had told her about.
Meanwhile life was for living. And shopping.
Anna was in Adam’s living room, relaxing on the sofa with a glass of the now obligatory champagne.
“How is life treating you these days?” he asked. “Or is that too personal a question?”
“Not at all. I can only say that life is good.”
“And are you happy?”
“I think so.”
“I would like to ask you another question. One I hope you won’t have too much difficulty in answering.”
“Go on,” she replied carefully, unconsciously twisting the beads on her bracelet.
“I have business off-shore tomorrow, and I was wondering if you would come with me. It would mean staying over for a couple of nights, but you would be back in time for the weekend.”
Anna’s mind flew over the possibilities. So far she was getting away with structuring the days she gave to Elite to coincide with Jake’s shifts—not that she saw him all the time he was off anyway, but at least while he was working there was little chance he would question where she was. More to the point, she would love to be with Adam for longer than just an evening. But what exactly would he ask of her? Perhaps she would be left to her own devices while he completed whatever business he had to do. On the other hand, he might want to control and use her the whole time.
“When do you intend to leave?”
“Now.”
“But I only have what I’m wearing!” She was aghast and looked down at the skin-tight satin.
“You look wonderful.”
“Perhaps now, but what about tomorrow? This dress will look really out of place at eight in the morning.”
“We’ll see. So you’ll come?”
“Only if you tell me where we’re going.”
“And that will make a difference?”
“It will,” she replied, enjoying the banter.
“Will the fact that it is a very small and very private island suffice?”
“Oh.”
“Is that a yes?” Adam asked, a smile playing on his lips.
“But I haven’t got my passport with me.”
“You won’t need a passport.”
“Okay, then. Yes.”
Adam’s car represented both raw power and pu
re indulgence. In other words, Anna thought contentedly, a perfect match for its owner. He made two calls as they sped through the evening and within a short time they were being waved through the security barrier of a small airfield. Pulling up beside a hanger he led her towards the sleek executive jet waiting on the tarmac.
“Good evening, sir.” The uniformed steward was waiting at the bottom of the aircraft stairs. “We’re ready to take off as soon as you are aboard.”
“Thank you.” Adam took her hand and led her up and into the plane.
“Oh wow.” She couldn’t help herself, having only ever seen such luxury on television and in the movies.
“Strangely, you do get used to it. Sit here,” he instructed, guiding her to a very comfortable looking leather seat. He took the one beside her.
“We have approval to take off, sir. Can I get you anything once we are in the air?”
“Champagne. And we’ll eat in half an hour.”
The steward disappeared to the rear of the plane and moments later they were taxiing towards the runway.
This is all a dream, Anna thought, I’ll wake up any minute. She glanced at Adam.
“Okay?” he asked. “You’re not a nervous flyer, are you?”
From the look on his face she knew the thought had only just crossed his mind.
“Do it all the time,” she responded, waving her hand in the air to indicate that she meant travelling in such style. Then she laughed delightedly. She was even happier when the jet accelerated down the runway and Adam took her hand.
As the jet flew into the night they shared flutes of champagne, nibbled on delicious hors d’oeuvres, and talked. Naturally curious, she probed into Adam’s business interests, discovering that he had two other homes, one of them in Europe.
“I have an apartment in Paris, but sadly don’t get to use it too often.”
“So what happens to it when you’re not there? Does it stay empty?”
“Well, I’ve let friends use it. But yes, other than that, it does.”
“What a waste,” Anna said, shaking her head in amazement.
“Perhaps I should spend more time there,” Adam considered.
“If I had a place in Paris you wouldn’t find me anywhere else.”
“Shopping, no doubt.”
“That and cultural pursuits.”
“Such as?” he asked. She could see he was amused.
“Well, the Louvre.”
“Not the Mona Lisa,” he pleaded.
“Why not?”
“Okay, just tell me that your interest has nothing to do with that book.”
She knew the one he was talking about. In fact she had read it. And others the author had written in a similar vein.
“No. I seriously would like to see it. It’s so much smaller than I imagined it would be. But don’t you find the subject of Leonardo da Vinci fascinating?”
“No more than any other sixteenth-century painter.”
“But he was so much more.”
“He was a thinker far ahead of his time, I agree. So you like art?”
“Yes.”
“Then perhaps we should visit the Louvre together.”
He reached for her hand again.
Everything was turning out to be perfect.
She was somewhat surprised that he did not require anything of a sexual nature from her during the flight. It was not as if she wouldn’t have been willing—just being with him aroused her—but he appeared content to relax and enjoy her company.
Perhaps it was because she was happy, but it seemed they had hardly climbed to a cruising altitude before they were descending back down to earth. Peering from the window into the dark night, Anna tried to pinpoint a city or town at least, but with few lights in evidence it was clear that wherever they were going was not heavily populated.
Warm and heavily scented night air invaded the cabin the moment the door was opened, and for the first time she questioned her sanity in agreeing to go with this man. After all, what exactly did she know about him? She pushed the disquieting thought away, telling herself he had not given her any reason not to trust him so far.
“Good evening, Caleb.”
A tall dark man had jumped out of a battered SUV and was holding open the rear door.
“Mas’sah Adam.” He grinned.
“I hope you don’t mind something a little more down to earth for this part of the journey,” Adam said, turning to her, “but with no roads to speak of there’s not much point in driving anything else.”
They sped across the grass and away from the airfield at a breakneck pace. Vegetation whipped past until without warning she saw only the vast emptiness of an ink-black ocean and the shimmering silver path of the moon. When they eventually came to a halt it was in front of a huge villa festooned with lanterns. Anna, totally disoriented, wondered if she had really stepped out of reality.
“I’m going to blindfold you.”
He reached into his pocket and took out a length of silk.
She was apprehensive as the fabric was placed across her eyes and tightened into a knot at the back of her head, but she knew he would be disappointed if she protested.
“Follow the sound of my voice.”
Carefully she took a step in the direction she thought he had gone, hands outstretched to detect obstacles in her way.
“Lower your arms,” he instructed.
Trusting he would not put her in danger, she took another tentative pace or two.
“There are three steps in front of you.” His voice was very close.
She edged her foot forward and found the first.
“Good girl.”
Cautiously she stepped up and felt for the second.
“That’s it.”
She was pleased with herself. The last step was easy and she was on the veranda.
“Come to me.”
She walked forward carefully, finding a threshold that marked the change from wooden decking to a harder, more solid flooring. Tiling, she thought. She must be inside.
“A little farther.”
She obeyed, stopping only when she sensed she was in front of him.
His lips gently touched hers. Then his tongue tasted where his lips had been. She felt dizzy.
When he stroked her face and placed a finger against her mouth, she sucked it in, working it as if it was his cock. He was behind her, easing down the zip of her dress. His hands slipped around to hold her breasts, working and moulding each one against the other. She tried to communicate that she wanted him to use her harder, rougher, to find her nipples and roll them in his fingers until they were as hard as the diamonds she wore in her ears. She laid her head back onto his chest and moaned in frustration.
Her dress was being removed.
“I want you to raise your arms above your head.”
Obediently she did so.
She felt constraints being placed around her wrists. Not rope, she thought, something softer but just as binding. Then her arms were pulled higher. She shivered, knowing she was well and truly in his power. Without the ability to see, her other senses came alive. The heady fragrance of night blooming flowers overpowered the waxy scent of burning candles. The ocean pounding onto the shore was hypnotic in its constancy. She let herself drift.
“Anna. My perfect whore.”
His lips trailed down her neck, his breath warm on her skin, and she breathed deeply to fill herself with the masculine notes of his cologne. She wanted his touch, his hands on her body, but as easy as it would have been to beg, she did not, until her tits finally received the attention they needed and she was unable to prevent herself. He was brutal with her and, swaying under her restraints, she tried very hard to ensure his pleasure.
When the silky fabric of her underwear was lowered to expose her cunt, she went rigid. Even if she hadn’t detected the difference in the touch, she couldn’t miss the roundness of the woman’s breasts against her own flesh. She sensed Adam’s expectations and tried to set
tle into the attention, grateful the fingers knew exactly where to find her secret spots. They fluttered over her engorged clit, teasing with a delicacy so unlike any she had known, and played in the wetness of her fleshy outer lips. Anna was even more alive with desire.
Then Adam was kissing her once more, his hand holding her head as if to prevent her turning away. The woman gave a throaty sound and turned her administrations to the curves of Anna’s arse.
“Anna.” His voice broke into her subconscious.
“Yes, Master?” She was almost incoherent.
“Tell me whose pleasure you desire above all others.”
“Yours, Master.”
“Do you, Anna?”
“Yes, Master.” She was at a loss. Surely she had proved that already.
“And if it pleases me to fuck Jerusha and not you?”
“Oh.” Anna’s heart clenched.
“Well?” Adam gently bit her neck while his fingers flicked over a painfully hard nipple. “I can have you any time, after all.”
She understood. He was right, of course, but she also knew that if she were truly able to place his desires above those of her own, he would want her all the more. She hoped she would not be forced to watch.
“I know that, Master. If it pleases you to enjoy another woman, then it pleases me, too.”
“Sadly, I don’t think that will be the case. But first I’m going to reward you.”
When she felt the warm breath, she trembled in need and thrust her hips forward. Desperate for release, she groaned as the soft lips worked on her, rhythmically sucking her clit. A slender finger was slowly pushed inside her, and her knees buckled.
“Please,” she heard herself beg.
“Please what?”
She held back. She knew she had no right to cum but still hoped, under the circumstances. Unexpectedly the blindfold was removed.
“Stand up, Jerusha.”
Abandoned so close to orgasm, she could do nothing but pant like a bitch in heat. Had it not been for the cord tying her to a hook in the ceiling she knew she would have fallen to the floor. Unhappily she looked at the other woman, taking in the coffee-coloured skin and full breasts with their large chocolate nipples. She was perhaps a few years older than herself and undeniably lovely.
