by Mica Jade
"Are you sure there for me, Mr. Jones? I don't have any secret admirers."
"Well, it looks like you do now. And they are as beautiful as you."
I smiled fondly at him, he really did brighten most of my days. Such a kind man. "Thanks Mr. Jones. I'll go down there and take a look at them."
"No problem. Have a great day, Ms. Davis."
I ran downstairs to the lobby and sure enough, there was a big bouquet of roses waiting at the front desk. And my name was on them. I brought them back up to my place, and after getting another cup of coffee, I sat on the breakfast bar across from Misty as she ate her breakfast. I opened up the card attached to the flowers. I really had no idea who they would be from as today was no special occasion in my life and it had been a long time since any man sent me roses.
The card read:
"Thank you for helping me find what I was missing. Would like to return your kindness with dinner tonight in Sacramento at 7:00 PM. I have made us reservations at Morton's steakhouse. I look forward to hearing from you. Regards, Michael Cinder. (916) 555-1100."
Wow, I thought. I guess that I was the missing piece. I took a whiff of the roses. They were quite beautiful. But a tinge of disgust had slowly entered my brain. This guy moves pretty fast. And how the hell did he even know my name and address? This guy is such a player. He's engaged and had a little fun with me in the storage room of his cave, but that was all Mr. Cinder was going to get from me. I certainly liked what we had yesterday, but I definitely wasn't going to get in the middle of a love triangle.
"Misty these flowers are all yours, girl. At least you and I can enjoy their beauty. But as far as anything else with Mr. Cinder, we are not even going there, girlie," I said as I ran my fingers along her smooth fur. I dropped the little note card from Mr. Cinder in the wastebasket and headed to take a shower.
Work was of course work for another day. I was able to get some tasks from last week accomplished that had lingered like a bad cold. Being somewhat productive made me feel a little bit better as I left the office building and headed for the Bel Air grocery store on my way home. I have always loved living in Sacramento. It's the type of town, especially downtown, that's not too big, but just enough city in her to make you feel the hustle and bustle of big city life. I have a car but I hardly ever use it. I either take a cab or walk just about everywhere I go in Sacramento. The grocery store was only a couple blocks away and I hustled getting there as I felt my stomach start to grumble. I was sure Misty's was grumbling as well back at home. As I stepped to cross the street to the corner where the grocery store was located, I saw something large and black out the corner of my eye pull right in front of me. It scared the crap out of me and I jumped back to the curb. The large black limo came to a stop and the back door opened. I closed my eyes to catch my breath and brought my hand to my chest to calm my racing heart. I thought for sure that may have been my last trip to the grocery store. When I opened my eyes, standing on the curb in front of me was Mr. Michael Cinder.
"Hello, you are a hard woman to get a hold of."
"Oh, my God. You nearly killed me," I snarled.
"I'm so sorry. I'll make sure my driver knows to be a little more cautious next time he drives up on you."
"Next time?" I asked slightly miffed by his presumption that seeing him would happen again. "Why in the world are you driving up on me anyway, Mr. Cinder? And how did you know my name and where I lived to send me the flowers today?" My arms were now securely folded across my chest. But, just looking at him standing there with those beautiful eyes had me flustered in another way already. He was so fine.
"On the first question, I just finished one of my meetings for the day and I was driving down the street when I saw you and thought I've got to stop and at least say hello. Regarding the second, you did fill out a wine club application."
My face flushed to crimson as I had forgotten I had filled out a wine club application. I must have been tipsier than I thought yesterday. But concerning the apparent coincidence that he just happened to come upon me tonight, I wasn't buying so easily. I looked quizzically at him. "Mr. Cinder, this is the second encounter I've had with you today. Are you sure that it was by accident that you happened to be on the same corner as me as I was heading home or more precisely to the grocery store?"
He gave me the cutest smile. He stepped closer to me. I could smell his cologne. Masculine and spicy, but warm. If his presence was as strong and inviting as his cologne, I was definitely about to lose. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. "I would find you by accident anywhere. You are amazing."
I couldn't believe his words as he pulled me closer to his chest and leaned down and kissed me softly on my lips. My body felt as if it was in an unyielding embrace just like yesterday in the wine cave. His arms wrapped around me. A brief thought of him being engaged shot through my head, but the domineering embrace of his arms and the sweetness of his kiss quickly eviscerated it. I loved yesterday when he held me and brought me to ecstasy. That same feeling was flooding me again. I let my tongue meet his, warmly sliding across his. He tasted so good. He felt so good. This man was winning me all over again. All sense of reasoning in that moment was thrown out. All I wanted to do was find out what he was about to do to me next. I needed him to want me. I wanted him to want me.
Michael released one arm and reached back to open up the door of the limo. With his other arm he pulled me into the limo and laid me down on the bench seat. He pulled away from my lips and reached for a button just below the window on the limo door, "Stanley, please keep driving around the downtown area until I tell you otherwise."
I noticed that the dark, tinted window that separated the driver's compartment from our spacious area in the back of the limo had already been raised and secured. It's as if Michael already knew what was going to happen. Michael quickly took off his black sport coat and hurriedly undid his gray tie. Bringing his attention back to me, I reached out my hand to him moving my fingers in a come hither fashion. He dove into me with a deep passionate kiss. His hand flew under my skirt, massaging my thigh as he moved towards my sex.
His hand cupped my sex. Moving his palm over my aching cleft, two of his fingers began to massage gently up and down over my very wet opening. The thin membrane of my panties was the only thing keeping his long digits from their sultry destination. I was so hot and excited that I wanted so badly to feel him inside me as he had yesterday. I reached up and ran my hands down his long, strong arms. His massaging of my clit over my panties and his fingers incessant push on the opening of my sex had me so close to coming. I could hardly stand it. I ran my hands down his white oxford shirt over his tight abs. I untucked his white oxford shirt and then moved to begin unbuckling his belt.
He reached down with his other hand stopping me, "I want to make you come again," he whispered, his hand never stopping its massage of my sex.
I looked deep into his eyes, "I want to feel your cock so badly," I cooed. "Please."
He looked at me with such passion and said, "I want you to have whatever will make you happy." With that, he took my hand and placed it on the rock solid bulge protruding from his slacks. Just touching his manhood even over his slacks caused a rush of insatiable desire to flow through me.
"Make me come, Michael, now!" I moaned loudly.
Without saying a word, he bent down on both knees between my legs. Releasing his arousing hold on my sex, he took my panties in each of his hands and gently pulled them over my long legs. I reached down and cupped my thighs, pulling them towards my waist and exposing my sex to him.
"Oh, my God, you are so beautiful," he moaned as I watched his dark eyes take in my Brazilian waxed sex. His long fingers stroked my soft, small triangle of hair. His fingers opened up my swollen folds, exposing my throbbing clit.
One of his strong hands clasped over mine holding my thighs. He bent down and took a deep breath as his face hovered just above my wetness.
"Oh, you smell divine. I want your pussy." To
feel this man wanting me so badly and to know the control and power he had to bring me to such ecstasy yesterday had my hips moving back and forth coaxing him to dive into me.
"Please, Michael, taste me."
His tongue circled my glistening pearl. I pulled harder back on my thighs as his fingers entered my wet, wanting sex. All I could think about was touching him as he licked and kissed me. I let go of my thighs and brought my hands to his lovely, thick brown hair. As his fingers massaged me deeply and his lips locked on to my swollen clit, I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing his head harder into me.
"Oh, God, Michael!" I called out to him as every muscle and nerve in my sex clinched his three fingers. "You make me feel so good," I uttered as warm waves of ecstasy flowed through me. As I caught my breath, I opened my eyes and looked down at the sexiest man in the world loving me between my legs. Michael's fingers retreated from their stimulation. He kissed up and down my thighs causing me to quiver to the point that I thought I might come again.
"You are so beautiful," he moaned between soft kisses over my tingling thighs.
"And you are quite amazing with those fingers and your tongue."
"I can't get enough of you," he breathed bringing his head to mine and kissing me on the cheek.
"I think that's what I should say about you. Seeing how you know exactly how to bring the best out of me," I giggled.
"There's no denying you are the best," he said with such sultriness that all I wanted was him inside of me again.
I laid there looking at him, touching his hands as he held himself up over me. "So far, I think this thing we have has been a little lopsided."
He looked at me perplexed and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It seems that I'm the only one who keeps getting happy."
"Make no mistake about it," he said as he leaned in as if to kiss me. "I am a very happy man. I can hardly contain the joy in me with you here." A smile flitted on my face. "And seeing you in such pleasure makes me even happier."
I reached up and pushed him back. I crouched slightly over him, my skirt falling down over my still tingling sex. "Get up on to the seat," I commanded.
His pants were still loosely clinging to his hips, so I quickly unbuckled the belt and peeled down his slacks to his knees. The swollen tip of his cock was peeking out his blue, green and white plaid boxers. I ran my finger across the tip of his cock, collecting a drop of his pre-come. Kneeling between his legs, I slowly brought the finger to my lips and sucked his sweetness while watching him intently.
"Oh my, you are killing me, Katie," he groaned.
"Let's not do that," I said with a sly grin.
I peeled his boxer opening to the side allowing his cock to elevate towards me. I took him in my hand and placed my lips around his swollen head. He gently pulled my long brown hair to the side so that he could see me attend to him. He was so large in my mouth. His sweet taste and manly smell filled my senses. I moved my mouth up and down on his cock, keeping a firm grip on the base of his penis.
"Oh, that feels so good," he moaned as his hips gyrated up pushing him further into my mouth. I looked up at him as I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock. He began to breathe heavily and I could feel he was getting close. I winked at him with my baby blues then moved my mouth faster over his swollen cock head in rhythm with my hand massaging his thickness.
He grabbed my head with both hands, "Oh, please! Oh, please! Katie! Look at me!"
I brought my eyes back to his handsome face. I could feel the tremor flow through my hand and see the pleasure fill his face. His semen filled my mouth as little droplets flowed down the back of my throat. I released his cock from my lips, stroking his rod in my hand to release more semen.
"Oh God, just to see your eyes and know your mouth is on me. I don't think there's anything greater in the world. You are so God damn sexy, Katie!"
I swallowed the last few droplets and licked my lips. "You certainly know how to flatter a girl, Mr. Cinder."
He reached down and pulled me up to him. "You don't need any flattery, you are perfect."
I really didn't know how to take that as my head was swimming in all the excitement and rush of our connection. I felt overwhelmingly good as this beautiful man, who was holding me in his arms, had brought me to probably the most overwhelmingly pleasurable orgasms I have ever had in my life and was saying words to me that my heart had longed to hear for years. "You must say that to all the ladies in your life."
As if ignoring my push off of his compliment for a second time after he made me come, he leaned down and kissed my cheek then said, "I was serious about that offer for dinner. And I won't take no for an answer."
I ran my hand down his arm, "I thought I had answered that question by not responding earlier to your flowers and card."
"I don't take no very easily."
"I know very little about you, Mr. Cinder. But I do know this, you certainly don't take no very seriously if all that has happened between you and me in the last twenty-four hours is any indication."
He squeezed me tighter. "So, it's a yes?"
I giggled. Before I could answer him, he reached for the intercom button on the limo door and called to the driver, "Stanley, thank you for the ride around downtown. It was beautiful. Please, proceed to Morton's."
"Yes, Mr. Cinder," came Stanley's voice back over the intercom.
We arrived at Morton's Steakhouse about ten minutes later. After getting somewhat straightened up in the limo, I told Michael that I needed to visit the ladies room right away just to make sure I was at my best for him. As I entered the women's lounge, I had conflicting feelings vying for my heart. Having awesome orgasms twice within the last twenty-four hours was definitely causing me to feel a lot better about myself. But, I was also feeling something else about Michael. There was a little voice inside that kept saying, don't. But after such an awesome high with probably the most beautiful man I have ever had in my life, all I wanted to do was to be near him. I ignored the little, familiar voice hoping that maybe this time would be different. I walked back to the lobby with a swagger that announced I was one happy lady. And indeed I was after that limo ride. I'm not sure if anyone could see the swagger, but I certainly felt it. I took Michael by the arm and he led us to a back room just past the bar. Our table was kind of secluded, but not completely out of the way. I wondered if this was his usual spot with the ladies, for business lunches, or whatever else he may do. Like a gentleman he helped me scoot up my chair before seating himself.
"Is this okay for you?" He asked.
"Well, I was hoping for something a little more along the lines of maybe like In-N-Out Burger for our first dinner. But Morton's steakhouse will just have to do," I said teasingly.
He smiled as he took his napkin and placed it in his lap. Feigning a foreign accent he said, "This In-N-Out Burger you speak of, what kind of place is this?"
"I tell you what, how about you get this dinner time and I'll take you out to In-N-Out Burger next time. It's on me." I squeezed his hand.
In his own beautiful voice he said to me with a smile, "Whether we dine here, in San Francisco, in Paris, or even at the local In-N-Out Burger, it will always be on me."
Oh my God, this man is amazing, is all I could think about. He was either the best player I've ever run into or the type of man my heart had been longing for, for years. The amazing part was getting to me as my concern about him being a player and more specifically if he was engaged or not was beginning to creep back up into my thoughts. I had this huge lump in my throat and I needed to express it.
"So, I have a question for you," I said as I took a sip of water.
"What would you like to know?"
"Well, I have really enjoyed this last, not even a full day with you, but I am a little concerned about something." He looked at me intently. I was so hesitant to ask him this question, as I didn't want the answer to ruin our night. "I'm not sure…."
Just as I was about to ask the que
stion, a couple approached from the side.
"Michael!" Called a man dressed in a black suit with a young, beautiful woman on his arm.
Michael stood to greet him. "Charles, so good to see you. What brings you to Sacramento?"
"You know, same old song and dance here in California's state capital. Business here in Sac and pleasure down in L.A." He laughed.
It looked like Charles was getting a little pleasure here in northern California as well. I had a pretty good feeling that the woman on his arm was not his wife or girlfriend but someone he had rendezvoused with here on his business trip. She was just a little too taken to Charles, as she was nearly hanging off his arm in her very mini dress, five inch heels and tipsier than I was yesterday.
"When are you going to come down to L.A. for a little pleasure?" Winked Charles as he tapped Michael’s arm with his fist playfully. Michael seemed to ignore Charles' try at barroom masculine bonding and instead stuck out his hand to the woman, "Hello, I'm Michael Cinder."
She took his hand and giggled. She was most definitely enamored with Michael. Who wouldn't be? A pang of jealousy singed my heart.
Charles' eyes made a beeline for me, "Well, who is this lovely lady, Michael?"
Turning towards me he said, "This is Ms. Davis."
"Hello," Charles said as he reached out his hand to me while the woman on his arm gave me a little bit of a dagger look from behind him. "Is she a colleague or friend?" Charles asked Michael as he took my hand and kissed it.
Michael didn't respond and instead avoided the question. "Charles, it is so good to see you again. Let's do golf sometime. Just give my secretary a call and let me know when you will be in town next." Charles retreated from my hand and took Michael's hand in his shaking it firmly.
"It's always a pleasure, Michael," he said as he turned with his date and walked away. The lump in my throat had turned into more of a pothole in my stomach as Michael sat back down at our table.
"So, what would you like to eat?" He asked as he picked up the menu. "They have some of the best options for wine in all of Sacramento here at Morton's."
