by Mia Moore
Her eyes grew wide and her lips parted. But from the aroused look in his eyes, he was serious.
“Sir wants to see you do it. But don't come. You're not allowed to do that unless I tell you.”
For a moment all she could do was stare at him. His eyes seemed to grow darker meeting hers. She gasped and felt something inside her surrender under his steady gaze. Her legs parted even more and her hand slipped down her body until her finger slid onto her clit.
It was like being one of the models in some men's magazine. A hungry dirty little slut who men watched while they jerked off. This kind of raw, naked carnality made her heart pound in her chest while her pussy was on fire.
Her fingers gripped his cock hard. He smiled. “You've got to earn it, baby. Come on, show me.”
His words, the taunting control of her body made her wild. She spread her pussy lips, showing him everything. Her fingers slowly teased the sensitive tip of her clit. Her breast heaved while her hips rocked up and down. Her eyelids slid shut, becoming lost in the pleasure in her clit.
“Look at me, baby. Don't close your eyes.” His voice was a hoarse growl.
Her eyes opened and slowly narrowed gazing into his. Her finger worked faster and her hips pumped higher.
“You may kiss my cock. That's what you want, isn't it?”
She scrambled to the side and opened her mouth diving onto his thick meat.
He made her feel so dirty and hot. She sucked and licked him like her life depended on it. Her finger vibrating, a whir on her clit. He pumped into her mouth, nearly gagging her with the ferocity of his thrusts.
She let out a whimper and he pulled back.
“Don't come. I've got something special for my little girl.” He pulled her hand from her pussy and squeezed it.
Her back fell onto the soft surface of the bed, gulping air with an open mouth. Oh fuck. She was almost there, so close to orgasm. Fuck, what was he doing to her? She'd never wanted to be fucked as much as she wanted him. Her cunt was a gaping gash, hungry for his cock.
“Roll over and get on your hands and knees for me.”
She rose and glanced at his face before doing as he ordered. Her body was a taut vibrating muscle of lust. The look on his face showed that he felt it too.
The bed depressed on the inside of her knee and she felt his presence, kneeling behind her. Her lower back and tummy dipped close to the bed, tilting her pussy towards his groin. His cock brushed the back of her thigh just under the crease of her butt. She squirmed, aiming her opening, seeking his meat.
Thwack! The sound reached her ears before the sting on her ass made her jerk. Again, the other cheek was assaulted by his hard hand. She gasped and her body shivered.
“OW!”
His hands gripped her cheeks and he caressed then gently. “You going to be good now? No more squirming. I know what you want but I'll say when.” He slapped her once more.
She moaned and her arms melted sending her face first into the pillow. A tear formed in the corner of her eye from the fresh pain in her ass. If she'd been playing a part before, getting into the hot helpless headspace, there was no playing now.
Her heart pounded and she struggled for breath, her hands fisting the cotton sheet. Her pussy and ass were on fire. When was he going to fuck her and let her come? Her clit throbbed with frustrated arousal.
She moaned into the soft cushioning. Oh God, his fingers tapped her pussy, pausing between taps to tease her clit for a second.
Her chest heaved and her legs shook. The orgasm was close. There was no way to stop it--not with what he was doing to her. One last tap and her head rose, eyes squeezed shut. The orgasm claimed her, consumed every cell in her body.
He thrust into her hard, the fingers of one hand digging into her hips while his other hand snaked around her leg to torture her clit. Sweet torture.
“NOW, Brie! Come for meee!”
“OH GOD!” It was a scream. Every muscle in her body tensed as the lust spilled through her in wave after glorious wave.
He pounded her cervix with his cock, his thighs and groin slapping against hers.
She was a raw vessel of wanton craving that he took, bludgeoning her insides, the velvet tissues of her cunt pulling on his shaft. The man was a machine...a goddamned jackhammer. Her muscles gripped him, straining to claim all of him. She gasped as the final throe of pleasure melted her head into the pillow, her hands limp and weak.
He strained deep, his body jerking once, twice as a low moan rose from his chest.
“Oh fuck, Brie! You're killing me.” He fell onto her and rolled to the side. She turned her head and smiled, her eyes taking in the dark vein that pulsed in his temple.
She rolled to the side, her ass resting on his hip. Her hand rose and she ran her fingers through his hair. “I may not let you leave. Iraq or wherever you're going, may have to wait.”
She startled at the soft tap on the door.
“Brie? Is everything all right?” Chris's voice passed into the room. But even so, she heard the chuckle he tried to conceal.
She giggled and called out. “Angelina Jolie couldn't be doing better than me, Chris. See you in the morning.”
Andy's head rose. “Did he just call you a bitch?”
Chapter 17
Andy left around five in the morning. Brie saw him to the door and went back to bed for a few hours.
When she trudged into the kitchen Michael was just leaving. She watched him plant a kiss on Chris's cheek and throw a smirk her way before going through the door.
Her face grew warm turning the coffee pot on. How much had they heard from her room last night? She took the sugar bowl and a mug from a shelf in the cabinet. Enough that Chris had tapped on her door.
“Quite a night last night. Who was the lucky guy?” Chris looked up from his laptop and grinned.
She turned and the corners of her mouth curled in a smile. “His name's Andy. He's in the army and is shipping out today. Just a one night stand.”
A chortle left Chris's chest. “Oh you did it standing up too? He must be quite an athlete.”
“He was...even though he's way older than me.” She walked across the kitchen and took a seat across from him, pulling the sides of her robe tighter.
“Hmm...that's interesting.” Chris eyed her over the rim of his mug, draining the last of his tea.
“About as interesting as the movie I'm going to rent.” She laughed.
His eyes rolled and he sighed. “You're cruel. Seriously though, from the smile on your face Uncle Chris was right wasn't he? You're not a nun, no reason to give up on men.” He stood up and walked to pour more tea into his mug.
The last of the water dripped through the coffee maker. Brie rose and joined him at the counter. she was a little sore in her lower half from the night of sex but there was an easy warmth in her chest. She'd never known sex could be this good.
“Okay. You're right. I'll take pity on you and won't subject you to the movie.”
He turned and hesitated before going back to his place at the table. “He was pretty hot, huh? Look at you. You're positively glowing, roses in your cheeks, dark circles under your eyes. Ah, the look of debauchery—I love it!”
Once more her cheeks grew hot. Having sex with a virtual stranger was one thing, talking to Chris about it was quite another. She poured coffee and took a seat at the table.
“Brie?”
She looked up as he joined her at the table.
“There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You had sex with some hunk who unfortunately is being shipped overseas. There's lots of young studs out there, or even old ones.” He shook his head and rested his hand on hers.
“But that's really not my style. This was the first time aside from my husband. I probably wouldn't have if not for the bet. She looked over at him, her fingers clenching the handle of the mug.
“Well then, I'm glad I dared you.” He removed his hand and went back to his laptop.
“Me too.” it was a soft
whisper, her mind picturing Andy and the awesome sex. Had she just been lucky hooking up with a guy like him? Was it the fact that he was so much older?
Chris glanced over at her. “By the way, would you mind cooking steak tonight? Michael's coming over for dinner and maybe spend the night. If you're not subjecting me to Angelina Jolie, maybe the three of us could play Scrabble.” He paused and then added. “How's the 'Old Man and the Sea' book? I thought a dose of Hemingway would do you good.”
Her tummy tensed at the thought of making dinner for Chris and Michael and then having to spend the evening with them. Things were changing fast since Michael had turned up in Chris's life.
“Sure. I'll pop out to the Supermarket later. I'm not sure about the Scrabble. I'm still kind of tired. I'll probably go to bed early.” She finished her coffee and set the mug in the sink.
****
When it was just her and Chris they always ate in the kitchen. That night, he suggested setting the dining room table using the china and cutlery in the cabinet tucked in the corner of the room.
The vegetables were cut and sitting in their pots just needing to be turned on to boil. The meat was marinating and the crabmeat and cheese sauce were already done.
She took the plates from the cabinet to give them a rinse and polish before setting them on the gleaming oak table.
Chris even helped. Dressed in dark slacks and brocade vest over an impeccable white shirt, he looked elegantly casual. He straightened the cutlery and fussed with the flower arrangement centered on the dark surface.
It was the first time he'd hosted dinner for his new beau and his nervousness was evident.
“Chris, will you sit down! Everything looks great. I've got dinner well in hand.” She pushed his lower back, steering him into the living room.
“What about you? You're going to change, right?” He turned around, his round eyes roaming over her jeans and sweatshirt.
She puffed a sigh. Actually, she hadn't thought of doing that. This was Chris's date, not hers. She just wanted to get through dinner and then vanish for the rest of the night.
If it'd been just Chris, she would be happy to stay up and chat but Michael--no way.
Would she be able to finish the last month of her time with Chris before Michael became a permanent fixture?
Her tummy sunk as she walked to her bedroom to change. She slipped the jeans and sweater off and went through the closet. She picked a blue pair of slacks and a matching top, the fabric silky and flowing on soft folds past her hips.
She strained closer into the mirror. The small amount of make-up she'd put on earlier still looked fine, the bags under her eyes were concealed. Just a skim of lipstick would do.
Her feet slipped into low comfortable shoes and she went back into the kitchen. Glancing at the clock, she turned the dial of the stove's oven setting.
The front door opened and Michael's voice calling Chris's name sounded through the house. She sighed.
“Oh you shouldn't have! But it was sweet.” Chris cooed before appearing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding a bunch of roses, an apricot shade of pink. “Look Brie. Aren't they gorgeous?” He set the wrapped flowers on the counter and rummaged in a low door of the cabinets.
Michael appeared in the doorway, still wearing work clothes, a fashionable pin stripe Armani suit. He lifted his hand and fluttered his fingers. “Hi Brie. So he talked you into cooking even though he lost the bet?”
Her eyes widened and neck grew hot. Chris had shared that information? Oh God. Michael had been there last night. He'd probably heard everything No doubt the two of them had a good laugh.
“Now Michael. You make me sound so manipulative. Brie volunteered, didn't you dear? She's really a fabulous cook.” His eyes flashed at her and he gave a small nod as he lifted the vase from the cabinet.
She suppressed a sigh. This meant a lot to Chris. She'd play along. “I like to cook. When Chris told me you were coming for dinner, I volunteered.”
“Voluntold is probably more accurate. I brought wine. May I get everyone a glass?” He produced a magnum of wine and opened drawers until he found the corkscrew.
“Sure. Thanks.” Brie set the pot of potatoes on the burner and flipped the dial.
Michael glanced over at her while pouring the wine into the glasses. “You should have asked your friend over. The more the merrier.”
Her eyes widened and she turned to get butter from the fridge. For just a moment her stomach tightened. Oh yeah, he was having a great time teasing her.
“Brie's friend is in the service. He shipped out today or I'm sure she would have.” Chris took the glass from Michael and had a sip, smiling sweetly into his partner's eyes.
“Let's sit down and get out of Brie's way.” Michael turned to her before lowering onto the chair. “Is there anything I can do to help you? Chris may be useless in the kitchen but I know my way around a saucepan.”
She met his eyes and instead of the smirk or mocking look on his face, there was just a friendly smile. “Everything's good right now but I may need some help later, stirring the sauce.” She picked up the glass of wine and took a long sip. It warmed her throat and a comfortable numbness spread through her arms and legs.
“So how're the Krav Maga classes going? You look like you've lost a few pounds.” Michael's head tilted to the side, his eyebrows knitted together.
“Great. The instructor and I've become friends.”
“That's the kind of friends to have in this city--someone trained in self defense.” He laughed and continued. “So, any more thoughts on what you'd like to do when you leave Chris's?”
Her mouth pulled to the side. Before she had a chance to answer, Chris piped up. “My cousin Claire. I saw her the other day downtown. She's got an opening in her household staff.” Chris turned and his eyes were intent watching Brie. “I hope you don't mind but I told her about you, Brie. She entertains a lot and needs an extra hand in the kitchen and to serve.”
“But Brie is taking a course. I got the impression you wanted to continue your studies.” Michael looked at Brie and then back at Chris.
“I do. I'm enjoying it. I thought I'd sign up for the next one but I've also got to find a paying job.” She leaned her butt against the countertop and folded her arms over her chest.
“That's just it. Claire and Alex don't need anyone more than part time but they want that person to be more or less on call. I told Claire about your studies. There'd be plenty of time for that and she hinted that if things worked out, she'd even help you with education costs.”
Her mouth fell open wider and wider as he spoke. This was too good to be true. A place to live, work part time and continue taking courses? With eyes narrow, leaning forward she spoke. “What's the catch? There's got to be more to it.”
Chris looked down into the glass of wine as if looking for an answer. Michael arched an eyebrow and glanced at her and then back to Chris.
“Claire and Alex are a bit eccentric. I don't consider myself a prude by any stretch, but they're out there... sexually, I mean.”
Her head jerked back but before she could ask, Michael beat her to it.
“You're being evasive, Chris. How 'out there' are you talking?”
Chris's eyes lifted and there was wide eyed honesty. “The parties.” He sighed a deep breath and looked at the ceiling for a moment, before turning back to her. “Claire and Alex are free spirits when it comes to sex. They believe the human body is a temple and pleasure in all its varieties should be celebrated and shared, from swinging to the dark intensity of BDSM, although from what I can tell, the BDSM is more Alex's thing than Claire's.”
Her eyes grew wider still and her mouth opened and shut as she digested this and searched for a comment. This was TOTALLY out there. Sure, she may have led a sheltered life up until then but even by Chris's standard's, it was excessive. “What! You expect me to take a job there? Chris, I'm not that kind—”
“You wouldn't HAVE to participate. Just cook and s
erve. The only thing they insist on is discretion. Look, they're wealthy too. Claire inherited a fortune and Alex is a big shot corporate attorney. Some of the people who attend their parties are people you'd recognize from TV or the newspaper.” He frowned and shook his head. “You haven't even asked about the money they'd pay you.”
“Have you ever been to one of their parties, Chris?” Michael once again voiced her question. His eyes were hooded watching Chris over the rim of the wine glass.
Her eyebrows rose and arms dropped to grip the counter with white knuckled hands. It was like being in a fun house with the distorted mirrors. This was the last thing she'd ever would have expected from Chris.
Chris's chin rose and he took a sip of wine before his jaw set, swallowing hard. “Sure. I went a couple of times. There's no pressure or obligation to join in. Lots of people go and just watch. Maybe I've made too much of this.” He glanced at Brie. “I just thought you should know this before you make your decision.”
Now both of them turned to watch her. She sighed. Aside from the liberal sex thing, the job sounded perfect. Not too demanding and she could continue studying at her own pace. She pulled back and her eyebrow rose. “How much? How much would this pay?”
“First of all you'd live in their home. On top of that, they'd pay you a base salary of six hundred a week and a stipend of three hundred for any party where you'd serve. Claire said the last person who did this job, worked about three hours a day and there were only a couple parties a month.”
Her head bobbed and eyes blinked twice when she finished her mental calculations. Almost sixty thousand dollars? Holy shit, with that kind of time commitment and money she could actually complete courses and get some kind of diploma in a couple years. Her head tilted to the side and her eyes narrowed once more. “Why me? With that kind of money they could hire just about anyone—someone pretty and smart who's like them, celebrating sex and all that stuff.”
“Sure they could. But they want someone they can trust. Discretion is big. You can't find that just anywhere.” Chris grabbed the bottle of wine and topped up everyone's glasses.
