Weak for Him

by Lyra Parish

  "I'm happy you're here. I halfway thought you wouldn't show."

  "Luke," I whispered and squeezed his hand, "I wouldn't miss this for the world. I'm happy to be here."

  He placed his arm around my shoulder and gently brushed the outside of my arm. He stopped at the end of the hallway and faced me.

  "I've got a few more things to take care of downstairs. I'll see you at midnight, right?"

  I cocked my head. "You know you will."

  With warm lips, Luke kissed my cheek and gently brushed his hand on the back of my neck. I watched him as he walked away; then turned and smiled before he headed down the stairs. Damn, that man could wear a suit. Every bit hugged him in the right places.

  Being nosey, I opened a few doors and entered one. Inside, I was amazed to see canvas, paint, and white drapes on the floor. This is where his magic happened. It smelled like creativity.

  Unfinished paintings leaned against the walls, sketches of people, places, and things. I took my time and walked around the room, soaking in each unfinished canvas, a memory he didn't want to forget. With each painting, each secret, I learned more about Luke. The things that made him tick. The memories he kept hidden away in his art. The man that looks at me like I could save the world. The man that paid a million dollars to make sure my virginity wasn't wasted on a scumbag who only wanted to come. Luke.

  He wanted to make it meaningful, personal just for me. And he would.

  The grandfather clock in the hallway struck 11:30 p.m. I stepped onto the balcony to grab some fresh air where I would wait until it was time to meet downstairs. The moonlight barely peeked through the trees as the cool air kissed my skin. My mind created snippets and fantasies of Luke and how gentle he would be with me tonight.

  By his paintings, I could tell Luke craved my innocence, but deep down inside I was a sexual deviant who craved satisfaction. I wanted to be tied up, my hair be pulled, with a combination of soft and hard. Then I wanted to be fucked into sweet oblivion and sleep on cloud nine. The lust of being dominated burned inside of me. I needed it, and I know that if I begged Luke for it, he'd give it to me, just like I wanted. Wouldn't he? Could he?

  Would he be my sir?

  Did the tattooed gentleman really have it in him?

  The whole nice guy approach, while sweet and simple, somewhat turned me off. I wanted to know that he could be strong. Luke had secrets, and I wanted to unravel and divulge in knowing him while he learned me from the inside out.

  As I stood on the balcony, a part of me went to the memory of Finn unlocking the door and teasing me at Esther's. That man left me with nothing more than a pocket full of resentment for the countless times he brought me to the limit, restricted me, and made my body feel numb with desire. I leaned against the railing and looked up at the man in the moon, hoping he could answer my questions and help me forget about Finnely Felton.

  The balcony door clicked, and before I could turn around, a body was behind me. I closed my eyes with satisfaction. Luke. He came back for me.

  "We're going to play a game," a deep whisper said from behind me.

  "Don't turn around."

  "A game?"

  Interest peaked inside of me, and down below.

  A tie flapped over my neck and then made its way over my mask, covering my eyes.

  Blindfolded? I liked where this was going.

  "Luke, I…" A hand clamped over my mouth, and I got the hint quick, no talking.

  Fingers trailed over the tops of my breasts and found themselves on my waist. He rubbed himself on my ass in slow, fluid movements as his hands memorized each piece of my body. Not too fast, or too slow, taking in every part of me. Lips kissed my neck and found their way to the bottom of my ears. He sucked and then licked down my neck. I moaned with pleasure, and he repeated the nibbles and kisses on the other side. Each touch turned me on, and I craved more. I grabbed the back of his neck with both arms and tried to turn around, but he yanked my wrists and placed them on the railing.

  No touching. Noted.

  I stood perfectly still, waiting, desiring the next touch. One by one, he unbuttoned the petite buttons all the way down my dress until it was fully open. The cold draft and soft touch produced mountainous goose bumps. Gentle hands tucked under my bra and grasped my breasts. I heard him moan slightly.

  Knowing I turned him on turned me on.

  He pushed the dress over my shoulders, slid it down my arms until it landed on the balcony floor with a poof.

  The soft cotton silk blend and gauze lay around my feet. He pulled the dress from under me and threw it to the side. Minutes passed, and I heard him stifle a moan as he took in every bit of my body, kissing up and down my legs and my stomach. Although blindfolded, I could imagine the look on his face as he studied me, kissed me, pleasured me. I opened my mouth to whisper his name, and as I did, lips and tongue, and lust met mine.

  "We aren't supposed to kiss, remember," I whispered.

  A finger pressed against my lips.

  Don't ask, don't tell, I supposed.

  I wanted to grab him and pull him toward me, and feel his lips pressed so seductively on mine, but I resisted and interlocked my fingers behind me. I would be a good girl. I would listen and please him. More aggressively, he kissed my mouth, just what I wanted—needed. Hard, rough lips pushed into mine, almost painful. But I sunk into him and returned the kisses with the same overpowering intensity like he had been waiting to kiss me for centuries. This is what I wanted, what I needed, what I desired the most.

  Kisses that Finnley couldn't give me, but what Luke was so willing to do.

  A gentleman in public—who openly could be seen with me—but a freak in the bed, unclothed. Luke proved to be a man that could command me and drive me wild with his rough, pleasurable kisses.

  He pulled away and continued to trail his lips down my neck, licking my bare breasts and stomach. Every time he touched me, my arousal peaked. Any more and I might have taken him right there. Way to turn a virgin on, I thought.

  He forcefully leaned me against the railing, dropped to his knees, and peeled off my little panties, the ones Finn had picked out for me. I tried to forget about Finn and lose myself with Luke. The boards from the balcony pushed into my back, but I wouldn't complain. Only obey. Take pleasure in pain and fully give myself to his every command.

  Before I could comprehend what was happening, I felt tongue and kisses on my thighs and then sucking and swirling on my sex. I grasped the railing of the balcony with tight fingers and hummed with satisfaction. One hand trailed up my body and pinched and pulled on my nipple as he continued to push me to the brink.

  Ohhhh.

  I tried to be quiet, but I couldn't help but be vocal. No one had explored me that close down below, and he had to know how good he was making me feel. How wet and turned on I was for him. He knew when he dipped the edge of his tongue inside me and licked my sweetness away. His moan, deep and animalistic, made me want to be fucked, right then and there.

  His tongue flicked and played with me, and I almost lost my balance. He slightly chuckled as he moved his tongue deeper and faster against me. The sweet rhythm of his mouth brought me to a level of no return. As if he could taste the build, he slowed his pace until I almost begged for release. Teasing every moment, he pulled away and kissed and licked my thighs, and then slightly dipped his tongue in my entry.

  And then it happened.

  As the orgasm pulsed through me, he continued to lick and flick until the orgasmic waves relinquished.

  But he wasn't finished yet.

  His mouth found my sex again. He sucked every drop of me, and then began his wild motions again. I moaned as my legs shook and when the next orgasm completely overtook my body, I went weak in the knees. Weak for him.

  As it flowed through me, I grabbed the railing, hoping not to fall as I moaned and whispered his name.

  "Oh, Luke. Luketon Brand. I want you to fuck me."

  Sweet fucking relief.

  More kisse
s trailed up my body, another flick of my raging hard nipples, and the urge to pleasure him ran through me.

  He knew how to pleasure a woman, how to make her beg for more, and I was ready to drop to my knees.

  The nagging thoughts of Luke not being what I wanted vanished. He could mold me to be whatever he wanted me to be.

  Light, sensual lips found mine, and I could taste my sweetness on him. I bit his bottom lip and sucked on it. As I leaned in, I could feel his hardness against my leg, and as I reached for him, he moved my hands beside me and turned me around.

  Zippppp.

  He unzipped his pants and pushed his hard dick between my legs, but not inside of me. My body clenched with want.

  He wanted me. I wanted him.

  He paid a million for me. Why not take me right now?

  As he stood there with his cock between my legs, he slightly rocked his hips back and forth between the folds of me. My juices covering his dick that slid so eagerly between my lips, so close to being inside of me. With one slip, he could take my virginity, and it all would be over. The climax and teasing of it all drove me insane.

  "Fuck me," I whispered and lifted my ass in the air. With a strong hand, he slapped it and then trailed his hands up my back only teasing me.

  "Please, take me right now. I want you to," I begged.

  Another soft slap hit my ass and then he put himself away. He turned me around and kissed me on the lips one last time. I poured myself into it, wanting him to feel what I felt, wanting him to know that I wanted him right then, wishing he would just give me what we both wanted, but he pulled away. Within seconds, I heard the clicking of the balcony door and I knew I was alone. I had come, twice, and Luke had gone.

  I undid the tie and quickly got dressed. My hair was rustled, and without even looking at myself, I knew that I wore the just been fucked look and I'd have to go downstairs and mingle with strangers.

  The clock dinged, and I knew it was midnight.

  I searched the balcony and couldn't find my panties. Oh well.

  All I wanted to do was find Luke's room, lay in his bed naked, and wait to give him the same sweet orgasmic pleasure that I received.

  Tonight, I wanted to lose my virginity.

  Twenty

  My eyes adjusted to the darkness, so the bright lights beaming from the chandeliers almost blinded me. I fixed the mask on my face and tried to pin my hair how I had done it earlier, but it didn't work. A simple messy side swoop would have to work. Or how Jesse put it, J.B.F hair.

  Flushed and fully satisfied, I could feel wetness between my legs. I smiled as I replayed the events and squeezed my thighs together. Luke surprised me.

  I didn't know he had it in him or that I really wanted him in me. I wanted him to fuck me until the sun came up, or until we both came, twice.

  Slowly climbing down the stairs, trying not to lose my balance, I looked down and saw the room full of guests staring at me.

  Holy fuck.

  My social anxiety kicked into overdrive, and all I could do was smile nervously at the crowd.

  Luke pulled me close to him, and told everyone, "This is the girl who inspired this painting. I owe its beauty to her."

  I looked over and saw a large painting of a woman sitting on the railing with her head tilted against the wooden beam, looking sweet and pretty.

  Redness covered my face as I remembered that exact moment in Texas on the porch. He had made my body look perfect in every way, from the slight curves of my legs to the birthmark on my right thigh. This, I realized, was really how Luke saw me that night, the night that we almost kissed on the porch.

  Innocence, happiness, and pure love reflected in the soft hues of the moonbeams in the background. He added pastel-colored flowers to my hair. I was amazed at the detail of my eyelashes on my cheeks, and the strands of hair that danced in the breeze.

  "It's beautiful," I whispered to him, and he grabbed my hand.

  "You're beautiful."

  Warm fuzzies burst inside of me.

  The pleasure he gave me, the paintings, the warmth in his face and touch. An explosion of emotions for him filled me. Every detail uncovered a piece of Luke's puzzle, one that I wanted to put together.

  I squeezed his hand back and leaned into him, and the crowd burst into applause. We looked like a normal, happy couple enjoying each other's company. Not a call girl and a man who just gave me the most intensive orgasm, ahem, orgasms of my life.

  The people in the room didn't know about The Elite. They were men and women from Luke's business life, from the art world. A world I wanted to become a part of.

  The night didn't end with a literal bang, but once it was over, Luke walked me to the door, and leaned against the frame.

  "I thought we would, you know…" I whispered to him.

  "Why rush, Jennifer? I want to experience us in Paris."

  I gave him my best pouty lips.

  He chuckled. "You're such a sex kitten."

  I grabbed his chin and kissed him on the cheek, remembering how it felt to have his mouth on mine, and how he played with me on the balcony.

  "Goodnight," he said, and then kissed me on the cheek.

  As I walked away, he said, "Paris soon, babe."

  Charlie opened the limo door, and I slid inside with the biggest smile on my face that instantly turned into a scowl.

  "Did you have a good time tonight?" Finn sat with his arms crossed in the corner of the limo.

  "I didn't know you were here. Where have you been all night?"

  "With a lady friend, for a little while, and making business deals. And… you?"

  He lifted an eyebrow, and I smiled at the thought of Luke on the balcony and the orgasms. The sweet, sensual, double orgasms.

  "Around," I said.

  "Really? I didn't really see you all night."

  "What is this, Finn? Fifty fucking questions? Double jeopardy? What are you getting at?"

  "Nothing. Nothing at all. Why are you on the defense? It's my job to ask where my Girls are at parties. We have rules we must follow, Jennifer. I'm not a micromanager, but I'm always around."

  "Oh, wasn't aware the boss was actually in, considering he hasn't talked to me in almost a week."

  I removed the mask from my face and set it to the side. Finnley did the same.

  "So tonight, I learned a few things," he continued.

  I hoped this limo ride would end soon.

  "Like?"

  "What it really means to pleasure a woman."

  The thought of Finn having sex with someone else, someone that wasn't me, made me sick. I wanted to forget about the feelings he forged within me. I wanted to pretend like I didn't care about his rendezvous, or the women that would simply drop to their knees and suck him off if he asked them to, or even the countless dates he had since I was marked as Taken.

  But the truth was, I did care.

  And it bothered me.

  "Had a good fuck, I assume?" I said as sarcastically as possible.

  "Almost. She's such a whore. She begged me to fuck her, but I decided that I didn't feel like fucking tonight. I'm changing my old ways. No more random bangs just for fun. Just meaningful ones, yeah?"

  I rolled my eyes at him. Jealousy burned within me.

  "I like a thick ass, small waist, and a pretty face. I'm not a complete dick, but I do have standards. But she wanted it," he paused, and then continued, "In retrospect, I should have fucked her crazy."

  "Sometimes you can be such an ass."

  He continued as if I didn't say a thing, "I wanted to fuck. She wanted me inside of her. I should have given in and put it in. But, I didn't. Aren't you proud?"

  "Oh yeahhh," I said.

  "I'm sorry. So where did you say you were tonight?"

  I rolled my eyes at him, and he scooted closer to me.

  "I'm asking you a question, Jennifer, and I demand you answer."

  "Okay, sir," I said between gritted teeth, and then continued. "I walked around Luke's house, admire
d his paintings, and met him on the balcony, and then admired his artwork a bit more, and here I am, where you, sir, are stealing every ounce of my happiness."

  It happened too fast. Finnley was on top of me, straddling my body, and I tried to push him away. I didn't need this again, or want it. I had to stop before I was too far into his wild games.

  "I've told you. You are not to call me sir anymore. I've revoked that privilege."

  "Get off of me, Mr. Felton. I don't want to do this anymore."

  He grabbed my face. "I don't give a shit what you want, Jennifer. You say one thing, but your body says another. Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?"

  Finn pulled the black panties from his suit pocket and sniffed them, and then tucked them back.

  My heart dropped, and I felt sick.

  "Where did you get those?"

  The limo stopped, and Charlie didn't come around to open the door.

  Instead, Finn slid from on top of me and straightened his suit pants.

  "I told you already, I should have fucked tonight, she begged for it and wanted it, but I didn't. Next time know whose name you should be fucking screaming when you come. Twice."

  Then he left me to sit in my own filth.

  I'd never felt like a whore before, but in a roundabout way, I was a whore, his whore.

  Finn paid me.

  Finn pleased me sexually, when he wanted.

  Finn dressed me in pretty clothes and made me go on dates with men. Told me when to be home and made sure I obeyed.

  And Finn almost fucked me on the balcony at Luke's party.

  Would my mother be proud? I couldn't think about it.

  ***

  For the next few weeks, I lived in my own personal hell. Jesse rode my ass, Paisley bitched me out, and Finn disregarded my every move as if I were invisible. Abbie even ignored me. Luke flew to New Zealand to meet with a client about the Texas mural project to be painted inside of an oil tycoon's corporate office, and Lori was on a month-long vacation to Amsterdam with Jeffery, her Number One. All the other girls were in and out, and paid no attention to little ole virgin me.