The phone rings four times before I am connected to the voicemail.
“Hey you’ve reached Summer! Leave a message.”
“Fuck,” I say under my breath, “she’s probably ignoring me.”
Or maybe, a voice whispers in the back of my mind, she is too busy getting plowed by another guy. The thought makes my heart race and I notice that my hands shake slightly.
I dial again. It rings once. It rings twice. Three times.
I’m about to hang up but then I hear, “Hello?”
It’s her. She answered. She doesn’t sound out of breath which could be a good sign, right?
“Hello? Is someone there?” she repeats.
“Hi, Summer.” I say finally. There is silence on the other end. Did she hang up? “It’s me, Paul.”
“I know,” she says quietly. “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.”
“I asked for your number.”
“Guys ask for numbers all the time, whether they do something with them is another story altogether.”
She sounds kind of annoyed. Perhaps I did catch her at an inconvenient time after all.
“Sorry, should I try back later?” I ask. Again, I’m met with silence. “Or never?”
“I’m at the beach with some friends right now.”
“Oh, I see. Should I leave you alone then?”
“No,” she sighs, “can you pick me up?”
I wasn’t expecting her to say this at all. I guess she does want to see me again.
“They dragged me out here and I don’t have my own car,” she explains further, obviously misinterpreting my lack of response.
“Yes, of course I can pick you up. Where are you?” She gives me the name of the beach and I punch it into my GPS as soon as we hang up.
I am about twenty minutes from her.
“Roger?” I bark into the phone, “Pull the car around, let’s go to the beach.”
I go back upstairs to the bedroom and replace my jeans with a bathing suit and throw a t-shirt on top. I race downstairs to grab my phone, wallet, and keys and I am out the door. The elevator seems to take forever to get to the first floor but finally the doors stretch open. Standing in the doorway, is none other than Madison, an older woman who still dresses like she’s in her twenties. She was given this apartment in her latest divorce from her fourth husband to my dismay.
She sees me standing there and calls out, “Paul, darling! What a delight to run into you. It feels like forever, doesn’t it?”
“Not really, no.”
“Ha! You’ve always been too funny, Paul. Going to the pool?”
“No. I’m actually running a bit late, so if you’ll excuse me.”
“Oh, of course, darling,” she steps aside just enough to make sure that I will brush her shoulder as I come out.
She turns at the last moment so that instead, I rub against her breasts.
“Paul, remember, you can come over to my apartment whenever you’d like. It just kills me to know that you live all alone upstairs like that.”
“Thank you, Madison.” I back away and walk toward the door.
“You couldn’t get out of there fast enough!” Larry laughs from behind the counter. I smile at him and shrug.
The front doors slide open revealing a patient Roger standing next to the car with the door already open and waiting for me. I slip into the back seat and he shuts the door behind me.
I take out my phone and shoot her a quick text announcing that I am on my way.
“Nearly, there. P.”
“Thanks again,” she replies.
The roads to the beach are relatively clear for a Sunday. Usually going to the public beach is a nightmare because you pass families who have packed the car as if they were planning to live at the beach forever. There’s surfers with their boards attached precariously to the roofs, and groups of girls with their convertible tops down singing the hottest pop songs at the top of their lungs. That’s the reason I decided to buy my own private beach where I wouldn’t have to be bothered by the all of these people.
“Not that I ever get to go to the beach,” I mumble to myself.
“What was that, Sir?” Roger asks from the driver’s seat.
“Nothing, Roger. I am just talking to myself over here.”
“Okay, Sir.”
I look at my driver closely through the rear-view mirror. Roger has been working for me for seven years. When he started with me, he had just moved over to this area after losing his wife to some viral illness. He said he wanted the job because he wouldn’t have to talk to people, and so he could feel like he was always going somewhere. He was the perfect fit for me. I know nothing else about Roger and sometimes I wondered if that was his entire story or if that it was just some small portion of it.
My pondering is cut short as I feel the car stop, “We are here, Sir,” he announces.
I look out of my window at the beach sitting just across the pier. The water is beautiful today with that crystal blue, glass-like quality not marred by any seaweed. I admire the sugary white sand and look up at the sky with just a few white clouds decorating it. It is the perfect day for the beach.
“Thank you, Roger,” I say as I step out of the car not waiting for him to open the door.
I walk out across the pier and walk to the shore of the beach where the water barely stretches forward enough to take the sand. The water tickles my toes and I stand there, unmoving. My feet sink lower and lower into the sand. I remember when Mark and I were kids, we used to have a competition of who could stand like this the longest without moving. He always won.
“Hey,” I hear a soft voice behind me and I recognize it immediately.
Suddenly, I feel ridiculous standing there with my feet sinking into the sand. I release them and turn to look at her.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been to the beach,” I smile. “Whenever I come here, I fall in love with it all over again. It’s such a peaceful place and you can really just sit and think and relax here.”
“Sometimes,” she nods in agreement, “at least the times you are not here with a group of women who are dead set on getting wasted.”
I look over her right shoulder and see a group of women laying out on towels with red plastic cups decorating the sand all around them. I direct my eyes back toward her and take her in. She is wearing a red bikini with a small designed crocheted on the top. The ties keeping her bottoms on are so tempting; just one tug and she is revealed to me once again.
“Do you want to tell them that you are leaving?”
“Yes, just give me one second.”
She begins to walk away and I watch her admiringly as her firm legs carry her forward. I can feel myself getting excited so I break my gaze and follow her.
“Hey girls, I am going to head out.”
A short brunette with too much makeup takes off her sunglasses and stares at her, “Are you serious? We, like, just got here. I am not driving you back right now.”
“No need,” I speak up. Summer quickly turns around and faces me. “I’ll drive her home.”
I feel all of the girls staring at me, imagining, I’m sure. About what they might find underneath.
Summer hasn’t said anything, so I speak up again, “My name is Paul. I met Summer yesterday at a coffee shop.”
“This is coffee shop guy?” the brunette squeaks. “Geez, Summer. Way to play down the crucial details.”
“Yes, well,” Summer blushed furiously, clearly uncomfortable in this situation.
I couldn’t help but smile because now I knew that she had been speaking about me to her friends. I could use this to my advantage.
“Well, we should probably get going. It was a pleasure meeting all of you.”
“You, too,” the others gushed.
I could see Summer roll her eyes at her friends as she collected her bag and towel. The brunette whispered something to her friend, but I couldn’t quite make out what it was that she said. Summer turned to me an
d shrugged slightly as if apologizing for her friends’ behavior.
We began making our way back to the car, but as we started crossing the pier, I noticed a small patch of sand hidden by the bushes. Just big enough for two people if they were standing, or laying, close to one another.
“Go in here,” I direct her.
“What? Why?”
“No questions. Just do what I am telling you to do.”
She shoots me a look of disbelief, but she does as I say. A good sign, I think to myself. We step into the sand and I push my hands into her hair and I begin kissing her, softly at first and then deeper, with more urgency.
I pull away for a moment, “You’ve been talking about me to your friends?”
“I didn’t…” she stops short when she sees the look in my eyes, “Yes.”
“Hmm,” I look at her with a playful grin, “did I say that you could do that?”
She looks at me uncertainly and I can tell that she is trying to decide whether I am playing with her or if I am serious.
“I think I should teach you a little lesson, don’t you?” She nods slightly. “Say it!” I demand.
“Yes, you should,” she whispers quietly.
“I should what?” I demand.
“You should punish me.”
I smile at her and kiss her tenderly on the lips. She closes her eyes and leans in for more, but instead I step back and push her to her knees. She looks at me, alarmed.
“It will be okay,” I say, “you just need to learn to mind your manners.”
I push her forward so that her hands are now on the ground before her and she is on all fours. I pull at the strings of her bathing suit bottoms and they fall to the floor.
I admire her from behind, her gloriously creamy skin, so smooth and so ready to be taken. But not here. I take my hand and make a flat palm. Raising my hand up, I bring it down across her bottom softly at first.
Again, I do it, but this time with a little more force. I rub her smooth skin and bring my hand up and hit her again. This time, she lets out a soft moan and I smile. Once more, I raise my hand and bring it down even harder. She gasps and I place a sweet kiss on her bottom. Fuck, I know she’s wet.
I pick up her bottoms from the floor and I tie them back on her. Reaching down for her hand, I know that this is the moment that will determine everything. Either she will get up by herself and be angry with me for what I’ve done, or she will reach out for my hand and I will know that she belongs to me.
I wait patiently with my outstretched hand. A small smile plays across my face as I feel her fingers slip into mine.
She is mine…”
Fuck this book is hot. I think it’s shower time. I need to jerk off. Um, fuck. Cally I want you so bad, baby. I am going to do everything with you. You’re going to be so turned on.
“Fuck I need to read more!”
Cally
“Umm, I really love this stuff!”
It’s reading time. I have a few hours until I see Ty. I need to do it, it’s a total stress releaser. I need a little treat tonight. Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here. Hmm… I like naughty books…
“… I still feel a little sore after the sexy gangbang I experienced at Jason’s the other night. A wave of tingles sweeps over me as the memory of that night comes back to my mind; I am handcuffed on a table as a swarm of hungry fucks me stupid. On the other hand, Laura seems as perky and cheerful as ever. This leads to a nagging thought in my mind. It can’t be, I think to myself.
Finally, I can’t keep quiet any longer and ask her flat out, “Was that your first time with something like that?”
Laura laughs and says, “Of course not, silly. There is a whole network of those guys and they recommend me to one another. Now, that’s not something you want to talk about with your daddy, so let’s keep it between us. As you saw for yourself, there’s a lot of money to be made. Because I told them I’ll be bringing a virgin, so we both got a little bit extra.”
I am both insulted and amazed by her entrepreneurial attitude.
I look at her shocked, “And you told me nothing about it?”
She shrugs her shoulders, “Well, I thought you’d enjoy losing your virginity more if you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. In fact, I saw the video later and it seemed to me you were enjoying yourself. The way those hunks devoured you with their packages was really hot.”
“And you also knew they were going to film us?”
Laura says, “Sure I did. Otherwise, what would be the point of the party?”
I am furious beyond words. She dragged me into something I’d never agree to willingly. There is no telling who’s going to see that video or if any of the guys at the party will spread nasty rumors about me. Once that video goes online –which it most certainly would have by now… there’s no taking it down due to the Streisand effect. It’s impossible to predict the consequences of any of this.
That night might come back to fuck me in the ass thirty years from now, but not in a way I’d enjoy. Shit!
Still, maybe there’s a silver lining to this sordid mess. I grew up sheltered and constantly reminded of dangers that wait for a young woman such like myself. I anticipated the worst to happen at every turn, and this actually made my life full of anxiety and dread. What I experienced at the party showed me what happens when I stop obsessing about having control and simply let things happen. There was some pain and discomfort, but there was also genuine pleasure and satisfaction. This is what life is; good mixed in with bad. We can’t have one without the other.
Thoughts are swirling in my head like a flock of angry, cawing birds that peck at me from the inside trying to get out. I need a shower. I look at Laura, and she’s casually watching one of those low-brow Discovery Channel shows on the TV.
“I’m going to take a long shower.”
She is engrossed watching an unruly crowd bidding for a storage container as she nods and says, “Sure. I have a surprise for you when you come back.”
I say, “Yeah, whatever,” and go into the bathroom.
I get undressed and step under the shower. My stress and anxiety last only until I turn the water on, and I welcome its full force with my breasts. I turn the heat up and now the water stream is like a vengeful dragon’s breath, trying to burn me to a crisp.
The clouds of steam billow inside the bathroom and soon enough I feel my sinuses opening up. I feel my head becoming clearer and I breathe freely. The hot water has left red marks where it touched my skin but I feel refreshed and ready to give Laura a verbal lashing. My anger has subsided, and now I feel balanced and mature enough to talk about anything.
If we’re close friends, she shouldn’t keep such secrets from me.
I dry myself and wrap a fluffy towel around my waist. Its softness is inviting and comforting, and I feel confident enough to face any kind of argument. I step outside the bathroom and see Laura standing in front of a mirror, her back turned to me. She seems to be checking her clothes but she’s completely naked; except with something purplish between her legs.
I say, “Laura, look, you really shouldn’t give me any more surprises. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but…”
“How about this for a surprise?” and turns around.
I see a huge, purple, rubber cock hanging from her pussy, it’s got to be at least eight inches long and sways as she moves her hips but otherwise looks completely harmless.
“It’s like a children’s toy except that it would probably be a serious choking hazard” and laugh.
I slap the tip of the rubber cock and it swings all the way to her side but then swings back. I’m actually impressed how flexible it is while staying firm, smooth and straight. I giggle and slap it again and again and again.
I say, “It’s like an erect piñata!”
Laura has her hands akimbo and she’s looking at me, her head tilted, as I have my way with her sex toy. At one point, she grabs me by the wrist and lifts it up.
I open my mouth to say something but she slams her body into mine. The towel falls on the ground and I stagger back, feeling the firmness of her body against mine as she takes both my wrists and presses them above my head. She kisses me on the lips and I feel her tongue slipping inside my mouth; exploring, inviting, provoking until it finds my tongue and takes it for a wild dance. I feel the rubber cock between us, silently threatening me with its length and unyielding stiffness.
I’m pinned against the wall as Laura holds both my wrists with one hand and establishes a dominance over my body with the other one. She passes her fingernails over my armpit and my breast, savoring every bit of thrill she gets out of me. I close my eyes and shiver in expectation as she goes down with her fingernails until they meet the tip of the rubber cock. It snakes across my belly guided by Laura’s expert hand, pushing into my bellybutton whenever given the chance.
She slowly goes lower and lower with this purple monstrosity and pushes it through my legs. I squeeze my knees in expectation of being violated, but Laura isn’t interested in entering me… at least not yet.
Laura pushes the rubber cock back and forth over my wet pussy, faking moans with each thrust. Suddenly, she pulls all the way back and slides inside me in one smooth motion. The rubber cock is not bigger than any of the guys at the party but it is definitely longer. I feel a moment of panic as it enters me and just keeps going until Laura’s hips are pressed against mine.
I gasp and exclaim, “Oh fuck, it’s so big.”
I raise on top of my toes to try and escape it and notice Laura is struggling to control the rubber cock as well. I squeeze it with my pussy just as Laura is about to pull out and she moans as she realizes she’s losing control and can’t really go in and out of me as easily as she imagined. For a few seconds, we’re engaged in this tug of war with our pussies until Laura finally rips the rubber cock out of me with an audible “flop.”
It’s soaking wet and jitters in the air for a moment as we both regain our composure.
Teaser Tuesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 2) Page 14
