Anderson collapsed on top of Angela with a deep, exasperated sigh. The two of them basked in the afterglow of their hot, steamy session for a brief moment, and then Anderson slid his cock out of Angela and freed her from her handcuffs. Angela removed the blindfold from over her eyes and turned her body around so she could hold Anderson close to her. The two of them embraced one another for a few moments and Anderson kissed her softly on her mouth.
“That…” Anderson began, breathing heavily into Angela’s right ear, “was absolutely AMAZING.”
Angela smiled at his acknowledgement.
“Oh yes, Mr. Cromby! It was incredible!” she agreed.
Just then, the limo slowed down to a complete stop. Angela wasn’t sure where they had arrived at, but she knew she needed to get cleaned up before she could go back to work. Anderson rolled down the darkly tinted rear driver’s side window of the limo and looked outside.
“We’re at my place, love. How about we go inside and get ourselves cleaned up and get back to finishing out this lovely work day?” Anderson suggested, before planting another soft, gentle kiss high on the top of Angela’s perspiration-covered forehead.
**
Angela knew that her time was running out and she was going to have to make a decision between Anderson and Mark. It was really starting to nag at her—seeing both men behind their backs. She knew neither of them was blind nor stupid, and she was starting to feel a bit guilty about not being 100% committed to either one of them. She decided that it was time to have a serious discussion with Anderson about their relationship the very next time they were together. She knew that Anderson usually liked to have dinner with her on Tuesday evenings, so she made a promise to herself to talk to him about things, then.
As she got dressed for her dinner with Anderson, she could feel her heart rate beginning to increase with a combination of nervousness and anxiety. She had never brought up the status of her and Anderson’s relationship before and she was unsure about exactly how to go about doing it.
What if he rejects me? She thought to herself. What if I really am just a fling to him and he plans to move on to a newer, younger model as soon as he grows bored with me? What if that’s why he hired that hot, new young receptionist?
Angela knew she had to prepare herself for whatever he might say. She was hoping with everything inside of her that he would feel the same way as she did and that he would want a full-blown, committed, long-term relationship with her. But, if that wasn’t quite where his mind was, she needed to mentally prepare herself for heartbreak—just in case.
Even if he wasn’t interested in the type of relationship she was interested in, she intended to let him know that she would still be interested in carrying on their passionate, exciting fling, because honestly, Angela couldn’t see herself being completely without him. If she could only have him this way for a while, she felt like it would still be much better than to not have him at all. If he did end up rejecting her, she wondered if she would be able to continue working for him.
Would things become weird and/or awkward at Anderson’s office? Having to see him nearly every day, knowing that she could never be with him that way again—or worse yet, having to see him with another woman, and having to work face-to-face with that other woman, each day—would be an absolute nightmare, in her opinion. At least as far as her feelings were concerned.
She shook all of her thoughts from her mind as she checked herself out in her full-length bedroom mirror. She had just finished putting on her make-up and was almost ready to head out to the limousine that Anderson had sent over to her house to pick her up, when her cell phone rang, snapping her from her swarm of silent thoughts that were playing loudly inside of her mind.
Angela picked up her cell phone up from its current location: lying on the bed beside the small blue purse she had selected to match her dinner dress and shoes. She looked at the number on the LCD screen and saw that it was Maxine.
“Hey girlie,” Angela answered with a cheerful voice. She was happy to be hearing from Max.
“Uh uh! Don’t even try to give me that ‘hey girlie’ bullshit! Where have you been, stranger?” Maxine teased. Angela could hear the mock sarcasm in her friend’s voice.
“Oh, Max, come on! I’m so sorry! I have been a little bit preoccupied, I admit. But, I was going to call you tomorrow if you had not called me first,” Angela explained. She wasn’t lying. In fact, she really had been thinking about Maxine, lately, and had made a mental note to give her a call or maybe even pay her a visit on the following day.
“So what’s been keeping you so damn busy that I haven’t heard from you in so many days? Is his name Anderson or Mark? Or perhaps a little bit of both?” Maxine asked.
Angela let out a small giggle at her friend’s blunt question.
“Actually, I haven’t really talked to Mark lately. I was supposed to meet him for lunch yesterday, but I told him that something had come up and I was unable to make it.”
In a way, though, Angela hadn’t lied to Mark. In fact, what had actually “come up” was her billionaire play thing’s, Anderson Cromby’s, thick, humongous cock. And when it “came up,” Angela wasn’t interested in anything else other than taking advantage of the “situation.” Something about Anderson’s dick had her completely hypnotized every time she even so much as thought about it. He had her utterly “dicknotized.”
“So have you decided which way you’re going to go, yet?” Maxine asked. Her intentions were definitely good. She only wanted her bestie to be happy and to have a healthy, blissful relationship with whichever man she chose to be with.
“You know what, Max? I think that I have. I am going out dinner with Anderson tonight. Though I have been somewhat afraid of asking him about our relationship, I’ve decided that tonight’s the night. I am going to spill the beans and let him know exactly how I feel and what I want. If he feels the same way, I am going to take that chance and completely dedicate myself to him.”
Maxine could tell by the tone of her best friend’s voice that Angela was serious. She was in love and she was going to let the man she loved know it. She had a deep respect for Angela. She knew that it couldn’t possibly be easy for her to have to make such an important and difficult decision between two men she clearly had deep, unfathomable feelings for. Maxine couldn’t deny that she was very proud of her friend and she hoped more than anything that Angela’s love life would end up working out for her for the best.
**
Angela stepped out of the luxury car that Anderson had sent over to her apartment to pick her up and take her to the restaurant they were meeting at for a nice romantic dinner. The restaurant was called Chez LaFre’ and it offered an exquisite selection of top-of-the-line French cuisine. Angela thanked the limousine driver and walked into the front entrance of the huge, fancy, 5-star-rated French restaurant.
Her eyes lit up with wonder as she entered the lobby area of Chez LaFre’. It was one of the most beautiful restaurants she had ever set foot inside of. She looked around in awe, as the host, who was dressed in a stylish black tuxedo, led her toward an elegantly-decorated private VIP booth up on the veranda area of the large venue.
Angela saw Anderson sitting in a comfy little VIP-area dinner booth, talking on his cell phone. He looked eloquently handsome in his 3-piece teal-colored silk suit. His shirt was a multi-colored one, form-fitting, accentuating the well-defined muscles of his toned arms. He had the jacket lying beside him on the seat of the booth and his hair looked extra-thick and shiny in the dim lighting of the restaurant. The well-dressed Hispanic-looking restaurant host led her to the table and motioned for her to sit down in the booth across from Anderson.
“You look ravishing, darling,” Anderson said, standing up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. He pulled out her chair and she sat down. Anderson sat back down across from her.
“Thanks. So do you! As usual,” Angela replied, flashing him a smile
“I took the liberty of ordering us a
fine bottle of Imported White Wine and I also ordered an absolutely scrumptious appetizer I think you will like,” Anderson told her. He opened the bottle of wine and proceeded to fill their glasses.
“I’m really glad you invited me out to dinner tonight, Anderson. This place is incredible,” Angela commented, her eyes wide with impression.
Anderson loved the way Angela always expressed her appreciation to him.
“Anything to keep a smile on that beautiful face of yours,” Anderson stated with a grin. Angela blushed like a school girl, in spite of herself.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about, Anderson,” Angela said. She felt her heartrate begin to increase as the feeling of nervousness started to take over. “And I have to admit, I’m really nervous about it.”
Just then, the waiter brought over their appetizer and set it down on the table. The aroma of the food made Angela’s mouth water.
“Are you ready to order?” the well-dressed waiter asked them.
“Give us just a few moments, please,” Anderson told him.
“Sure, Monsieur,” the waiter replied and walked off.
“What is it, Angela? I would like to think that you would be able to talk to me about anything,” he said in a soft, comforting voice. His face showed genuine concern.
“Well…I..um,” Angela stammered, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. Anderson reached across the table and took her hand.
“Angela, please. What is it?” His gorgeous eyes were searching hers. It made her heart melt.
“Well, I was just…um…wondering. What are we? You know?” She looked at him with questioning eyes. “I mean, I always enjoy myself in ways I never have before when I’m with you. I’ve never felt so alive, so free and so happy. But, I want you to understand that if I am only a phase, only a passing fling, I am okay with it, as long as I get to spend as much time with you as possible while it lasts.”
Anderson grew quiet for a moment, as if allowing her words to fully sink in.
“How do you feel about me, Angela?” he asked her with a soft, but serious look on his face.
“Honestly, I am in love with you, Anderson. I have been for a while now. I just wasn’t sure how you felt about me, so I didn’t want to bring it up. I didn’t want to make things weird between us, you know?”
“Are you still seeing that Mark guy?” he asked her.
There it was. He knew about Mark. Actually, Angela wasn’t all that surprised that he knew. She knew Anderson was no dummy and that he had friends and associates all over the area. She just hadn’t been sure whether he cared or not. Angela lowered her head feeling just a tad bit ashamed, for some reason.
“Mark and I have a past. He wasn’t the worst boyfriend in the world, but he wasn’t the best either. He came back into my life right before you and I met. I never thought that you and I would end up where we are, and I wasn’t sure if we were going to be a serious ‘thing’ or just a passing ‘fling.’ So, I guess I was sort of keeping him around as…insurance of some sort, kind of a back-up plan.”
“Just in case things between you and I didn’t work out,” Anderson added. It was more of a statement than it was a question. He said it as if he had known all along.
“Please understand, Anderson, I have never met anyone like you before. You are a man who has everything in the world and you could have any woman you wanted. I was just scared that whatever you saw in me would eventually wear off, you know? I was afraid you would get bored with me and move on to the next new and exciting young woman who happened to catch your eye.”
Anderson listened to her, quietly, allowing her to completely state her piece.
“If you could have your way, what would you want us to be?” he asked her.
“If I could have my way, Anderson, I would want to be with you for the rest of my life,” Angela answered.
“I want to tell you something that I probably should have told you a while ago,” Anderson began. “I have dated plenty of different kinds of women in my lifetime. Models, actresses, dancers, you name it, women from all kinds of different backgrounds and social statuses. You see, it’s easy to find a woman, but it’s very hard to find a woman like you.” He emphasized the word “you” and looked directly into Angela’s eyes. “You are beautiful, intelligent, driven, independent, yet still so submissive, and you are also sweet, kind and amazing in bed. You are the kind of woman I could see myself settling down with.
“You are happy whether we go to a 5-star restaurant or a have a turkey sandwich picnic in the park. You don’t need any of the things I choose to do for, but you appreciate all of them. I can trust you with my business and I feel like I could also trust you with my heart. I just didn’t understand what it was about that Mark that you just couldn’t seem to let him go. So I wasn’t sure if this was where you truly wanted to be. So I just never pressed the issue.”
Angela’s eyes filled up with tears of happiness that threatened to spill over and run down her cheeks.
“So what are you saying, Anderson?” Angela asked in soft voice, barely louder than a hoarse whisper.
“I’m saying that I want you to be my woman, and my woman, only. If that’s what you want, as well,” Anderson replied, giving her hand a little squeeze.
“Oh Anderson! That’s exactly what I want! I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life!” Angela allowed her tears of joy to run freely down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed with emotion. She reached out and grabbed Anderson’s other hand and squeezed them both.
“These are the only tears I ever want to see in your eyes,” Anderson said, reaching up to wipe one of them away. Angela smiled at him as another tear replaced it. He leaned in and kissed the other tear as he placed something in her hand.
“What’s this?” she asked him, wiping away a stray tear.
“I want you to go in the ladies’ room and put it in your panties, right up against your clit. I have the remote in my hand. When you come out, you’re going to call this Mark character and tell him it’s over.”
Angela’s heart began to race again. This time, it was with excitement. She grinned at Anderson and leaned in to give him a kiss on the mouth.
“Order for me, will you?” she asked with a wide smile and then hurried off to the ladies’ room.
//
Epilogue:
Angela and Anderson became an exclusive couple and she broke things off with Mark, for good. She and Anderson enjoyed many more erotic lunch dates, dinner dates and steamy, passionate nights together. Maxine fully recovered from her illness and eventually had the baby she always wanted. She made Angela the godmother. Mark met a new young woman at his job and soon got over Angela. Anderson eventually promoted Angela to be his executive manager and proposed to her a year later.
THE END
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ARSEN’S RULES
By Michelle Love
Arsen Sloan is a thirty-five-year old monster of a lawyer. Highly successful as a criminal lawyer, specializing in murder cases, he has only lost one case in his career. Allen White was the second defendant that he represented some ten years earlier. He was convicted of murdering one of his high school teachers after kidnapping her for a period of two months and eventually killing her.
Arsen is aware that the man who lost ten years of his life in prison has been released after serving only part of his sentence, gaining his freedom on parole as he turned his life over to God, or so he has made everyone believe he has turned into a prison evangelist.
Things begin to go very wrong for Arsen and very quickly his freedom is at stake as not one, but three of his kink-inclined lovers have been found murdered. Arsen is into some dark and shady things in the city of San Francisco where he works defending some of California’s wors
t criminals.
With his life hanging in a balance that he never thought possible, Arsen avoids his usual BDSM clubs, and goes out to a nice, normal club that many law students frequent in San Francisco.
After a drink or two, a group of giggly young women come into the club and he’s unimpressed. They take a table near him and he’s just about to leave as their jubilant behavior annoys him.
A curvy dark-haired beauty joins them just as he drains the liquid from his drink and is about to leave. The way she walks with only the slightest air of confidence intrigues him and he watches her as she has an awkward time with the group of young women.
A popular song comes on and the group of girls scream and run to dance, except the young woman who has caught his attention. He orders two more whiskey sours and takes one to her as she sits alone, looking at her cell phone.
He finds her interesting yet she’s very vague as he tries to find out her name. She divulges that she is a first year law student at Stanford University. He offers her a ride back to her apartment and she refuses. He leaves, and she finds herself compelled by the older, very good-looking and confident man.
For Her - Arsen’s Rules Part 1
By Michelle Love
Cool air hit his face as he left the building he’d been stuck in the last eight hours. His tie couldn’t get off fast enough as his large hands pulled it away from his neck, letting it hang loose.
He’d felt his throat closing in on him as he was accused of things that were beyond him to execute, beyond him to perform and beyond him to even think of doing.
Arsen Sloan was a thirty-five-year-old criminal lawyer. Tall, at six feet and nine inches, he dwarfed most of his colleagues. To make sure they all had even further insecurities in his presence, he kept himself in peak physical condition. Pecs and abs that most men would die to have and biceps the mere sight of made women wet with desire for him.
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