When he can’t take it anymore I’ll press his cock between my breasts and use them to further tease him. He’ll shudder with the need for release and I’ll take him back in my mouth once more, using one hand to grasp the base and the other to caress his tight balls. When he’s on the verge, I’ll press down harder on his sweet spot on the bottom of his thick shaft. He’ll come, spurts of cum striking the back of my throat as I milk him dry. He tastes like sunshine, sweetness and salt and I relish it. When he’s tidy, I release his cock from my mouth and smile angelically up at him. Deciding I’m ready for the real deal, I go off to make myself something to eat.
The cleaning lady lets herself into the apartment while I’m tidying up from making my sandwich and she tut tuts over my actions. I decide on the spur of the moment to go out shopping because that will beat feeling lazy while another woman cleans my place.
Strolling down the aisles of the drugstore after picking up shampoo, I stop at the condom section. Should I buy some? I’m on the Pill but a gal can’t be too careful.
When I get home Marie is gone and I breathe a sigh of relief. The place is spotless as always. It’s a pretty nice way to live. Just don’t get too used to it, another voice warns, this is just a small interlude in a long life. Don’t focus too much on it and don’t give it too much credence.
Yeah, easier said than done, I retort.
I still have a couple of hours before visiting the hospital, lots of time for some music therapy. I sit down at the piano and touch the keyboard reverently. I’ll miss this, I think, as my fingers smoothly take up their positions, but not nearly as much as I’ll miss Jonathon.
Promptly at six the doorbell buzzes. Checking through the peephole, I see my dream guy standing all relaxed and handsome on the other side and my heart-rate increases dramatically. I know I’ve got it bad and I try to compose myself before opening the door.
“Hey, beautiful, you look good enough to eat,” he says, that lazy smile of his lighting up his features and making my pussy wake up and notice. I instantly start to throb. Well, this should be fun, I think, telling my inner goddess to stop being so damn easy. Make the man work for it at least.
“Why, this old thing!” I sassily say, giving him a wide smile. I twirl about in a circle showing off the gorgeous midnight blue lace dress with the kind of full skirt I just love. Fresh and pretty.
“Seeing you is never going to get old,” he retorts and I don’t know what to say. Flustered, I busy myself getting my purse and keys. I’m half relieved we’re going out. Jonathon is just too distracting for a gal who is supposed to be holding onto her virginity. My body seems to want to give it away to him any way possible.
The car ride seems shorter this time and soon we are at the hospital. Jonathon has been quiet and I’ve been so busy thinking about getting him alone later, breathing in his intoxicating essence in the closed space. I think I’m thoroughly addicted to all things Jonathon.
The baby is so tiny. She’s looks full of life the way she thrashes about, waving tiny fists like a miniature activist. The report is good. She’s had no complications and should follow her mother home as soon as she hits five pounds, the recommended weight for preemies being released from the hospital, according to the nurse.
Katherine is another matter. She gives me a severe look as I follow Jonathon into her room. She looks good, though I can see she’s angry under the surface and I hope I’m not the cause. Not my fault that her brother brought me. It was his idea.
I watch Jonathon kiss her cheek. She’s sitting up in bed, looking well put together in a fancy red bed-jacket that flatters her coloring. You’d never know she just had a baby.
She nods a curt greeting in my direction and then turns to Jonathon. “You’ll be off the hook shortly, big brother. You can cut ties with Rosemère and get back to running your own businesses full-time. I can’t thank you enough for helping me out.”
The thought stabs at me. Will this mean that Jonathon and I will part ways? The thought scares me right down to my shoes. And I don’t think I want this woman to have any part of my future. I have new decisions to make, I realize now, earlier than I had imagined them coming.
Jonathon suggests a restaurant as we leave the hospital, and I agree automatically. I’m pensive on the way.
“Why so quiet, Tess? Anything wrong?” he asks as he hands the menu back to the waiter.
“Just wondering what the future holds.” I sigh with worry.
“You mean because Katherine will be taking up the reins of Rosemère again,” he states, obviously knowing exactly what I’m talking about.
I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that, beautiful. I’ve taken the precaution of making you my personal mission. Katherine will stay out of things. She owes me. She may not like it, but she will toe the line. You do not and never will work for her.”
Though the words are reassuring, I’m not totally convinced. Didn’t she just interfere today with Mr. X? Is Jonathon even aware of the role I played for the agency this afternoon? He couldn’t be or he’d say something.
“Maybe.” The word escapes my lips.
He frowns at my lack of enthusiasm.
“You doubt my word?”
“It’s not that. Katherine is a very strong woman. I can’t see her letting things go.”
“I can handle my sister. You have no worries in that regard. I can’t be clearer than that.”
I give him a quick smile but my heart is not in it.
“I saw Mr. X today,” I venture.
His eyes narrow.
“What? You know I don’t like you doing that!”
His anger makes me swallow hard.
“I have to do this. I told you why.” I glare at him.
He takes a deep breath and looks away from me into the distance. His lips are pressed firmly together. When he remains silent I begin to press my case.
“What would you have me do? It’s the only way. I have to work this out on my own. Surely you can see that?” I try to be as reasonable as I can.
He turns to look at me and his expression softens a little.
“I hate that you felt you had to do that. We need to fix that, before it goes too far.”
“He paid extra for some special stuff. Sexy school girl outfit and a light spanking with some kind of soft leather thingie.”
His eyes widen. I think he’s intrigued in spite of his objections to my working for the agency. “Did you like it?”
I blush hotly. “Truthfully, I kind of did. I imagined it was you.” I glance up at him through my eyelashes. It’s like I have the devil in me when the imp takes over.
“Really? I like the sound of that.”
I run the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip and I watch his alert eyes follow the gesture. I’m thinking how much I want to have fun with him. Make him feel for me what I’m feeling for him. I’m being ever so naughty, but I just can’t seem to help myself. Since I first approached the Rosemère Agency about working for them I’ve been changing, and I really don’t want to go back into the box I was in before, when I was working all the time and having no fun to speak of. I ignore the little voice in the back of my mind that warns that it’s not all fun and games in the industry, that real dangers exist.
“Mr. X also informed me he’s one of the bidders—that he’s upped the ante.”
“I’m not going to allow you to give your virginity to anyone but me, understood? I want you all for myself. I. Want. You. No way in hell am I letting another man fuck you.”
I’m flabbergasted and turned on by his alpha male stance.
“I’ll pay you the money, Tess, for one night alone with you. You can pay me back when you can. It’s not charity.”
“I need to think about it, Jonathon, it’s a big step.” I realize now I knew this was coming. I really need to think about this—it could ruin any chances of a relationship with the man of my dreams if he pays for the pleasure.
Chapter Eighteen
Sally answers on the first ring. I’ve barely wiped the sleep from my eyes this morning in my rush to talk to her.
“Jonathon wants to be the one and only man to take my virginity.”
“Wow. But that’s no surprise. And you are a big girl now, Tess. What’s stopping you? I’d be all over the hunk if it was me.”
“I’m just so confused. I’m worried it will ruin our chances at a relationship.”
“Well, you are in a difficult kind of relationship. I mean, he’s sort of the boss.” I know she is skating around “pimp”, but I can’t bring myself to say the word aloud either.
“I hate being poor,” I confess.
“I know, girlfriend, it sucks big-time. The rich have so many more choices.”
My mind changes direction like it does when it wants to avoid the big issues. “Katherine had her baby, a little girl named Emma Rose. She’s so perfect and incredibly tiny.”
“That means she’ll be taking over again, right?”
“Jonathon says it won’t affect me. That I officially don’t work for the agency anymore.”
“And you don’t want that?”
“I’m afraid it will ruin everything. I want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend, not bear the labels that people would probably stick on us given the opportunity.”
“I get that. But if he’ll pay you, isn’t that better than a stranger in your bed?”
“Yes,” I say reluctantly, “but I guess I wanted it all. You know—the white picket fence and all the trimmings.”
“You got me there. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think I have a whole lot of choices. You take care. Talk later.”
I hang up and sit dejectedly on the sofa watching the lights twinkle over LA. I’m light years from Harlan County.
My phone rings and I pick it up without checking who it is.
“Tess, I just want to protect you. I’ll lend you the money, no strings attached. Pay me back when you can and take all the time you need. Don’t let this affect us.”
I’ve never heard Jonathon sound more sincere. My heart goes out to him and I realize that I care very deeply for this man. And that he cares about me. We’ve been through a lot together in a short period of time.
“I’ve been talking to my friend Sally and she thinks you might have good motives. That, or you are a pervert,” I tease, suggesting the worst of my stress has passed.
“I’m probably a pervert.”
“I don’t think so. I think you’re a good man in a difficult situation.”
“I meant what I said. I want to be the one, Tess. When you are ready.”
“I’ll think about it,” I chew on my bottom lip, thinking there is just something about Jonathon. I don’t want any other man. I feel his presence all the way down to my curling toes. If I had the money, I’d probably pay to spend time with him if that was the only way I could see him. That decides me.
“Want to come by?” I whisper into the phone.
“Yes,” he says and the line goes dead.
I race to use the washroom and check my appearance and before I’m done my doorbell is buzzing impatiently in a staccato beat. My heart lurches. I race again to answer and throw myself into Jonathon’s waiting arms.
“I want you too. I want to be the only woman who fucks you,” I brazenly say, knowing the past weeks have made me a whole lot more woman, and that she is reveling herself at this moment. I’ve gained a new sense of my own power. I add, “I just need stage direction.”
Crushing me to him, he gazes down into my eyes; his pupils have gone dark with intensity. “I’d like that. How about dressing in that outfit I admired at the store. That blush pink merry widow.”
“I remember,” I murmur and ease myself from his arms. If I’m going to do this, I’m going whole hog. “It’s going to cost you to see that outfit, buster. Remember what it was bought for?”
“I think I can afford it.”
“I’ll be right back.” Thrilling at my own audacity, I hurry down the hall to my bedroom to change. I’m going for broke.
Pulling the white lace stockings up my legs one at a time, I attach them to the straps of the merry widow, pull on an itsy bitsy thong, step into the silver sky-high heels and turn to check myself in the mirror. Confidence shines through in every line of my body.
I sashay down the hallway and into the living room, knowing I’ve never looked sexier.
Jonathon’s eyes follow me and he sits up as I walk across the room. I stand a few feet away from him and put a hand on my hip to pose like I’ve seen women do on the red carpet. I watch his lips curve up in a smile of appreciation.
“You look too beautiful for words. I’m one lucky man. But you are a naughty girl to be dressing like this. I should give you a spanking for being so naughty.”
I toss my head, feeling my hair flow around me. “I have been naughty. What are you going to do about it?”
“Take off those panties. I’m going to spank you.”
I dutifully do as he asks, my body near bursting with pent-up lust, and peel the see-through thong down to my ankles and step out of them, leaving the thin scrap of fabric where it lies. Rules number one and two covered. I’ve let him take the lead and I have every intention of doing everything he wants. It’s making me so hot I’m instantly swollen and wet.
He moves ahead in the chair, a gleam in his eyes. He takes me by the hand and in one swift motion turns me sideways and down across his lap. I’m captured in a prone position with my naked bottom thrust up in the air. His hand thoroughly caresses my ass. My pussy dampens. Exposed. Excited. His intimate view sends shivers down my spine. I can barely breathe. Can I handle rule number three? Let him invade any part of me he wants? How far will he go? I am hornier than sin wanting him to part my pussy lips and plunge his cock inside me to the hilt. My pussy quivers.
His hand leaves my tush and returns with a swat. I moan. It doesn’t hurt, not really. One, two, three more, and I know my ass must be bright pink.
“Are you ready to do exactly as I ask? You will remain naked like I want for the next twenty-four hours and I can do anything I want to your body?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I love the play acting. I sense I will always be that kind of woman from now on. Good. Vanilla is boring. My imp is pleased.
“Kiss me.”
Too perfect. I sit up with his help, straddle his legs and lean down and kiss him. He moans as he grabs my waist tightly in his two hands and kisses me back. I want to do everything with him. I don’t care what it is, if he wants it, that’s what I want too.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth. Moisture is slipping from me, anointing his pants. My brain buzzes. The lush scent of sex permeates the air.
He grabs the merry widow’s cup and he pushes them down releasing my aching, swelling breasts. They spill into his hands. He thumbs one nipple and then the other into throbbing, exquisite tautness. I can feel his erection now, pressing against my pussy through his pants. His lips capture each of my nipples in turn and he sucks hard on them, playfully nipping the sensitive buds. I moan with need. This is so much more than I dreamed of. The past weeks pale in comparison knowing there is nothing stopping us, nothing between us but what we want.
His fingers trail down toward my pussy and he touches me there. I open my legs even further. I need to be touched and filled, to be stretched by him. I want his cock inside me. It’s an overwhelming urge, a primordial urge, and I readily give in to it.
I’m so wet his fingers glide right in. I buck against them, ride them and I spin out of control. He finger-fucks me and I take it harder and harder, but before I can orgasm he pulls his fingers out and then sucks the juice off them, looking me right in the eye. Whoa. My pussy clenches, needy as hell, and my mouth goes dry. His erotic actions have seared into my retinas.
“You taste incredible.”
“My turn,” I insist and begin to undo the button
s on his shirt one by one. He lets me, his eyes alight with passion. I’m in control now and I want to enjoy the sensation. I undo his belt and zipper with less finesse than in my fantasy, but I soon have his cock firmly in hand. I drop to my knees on the floor and take him into my mouth. His soft moan drives me harder to please him. I run my tongue around the tip, teasing the nerve endings and tasting his pre-cum, sweet and salty and all Jonathon. He’s intoxicating. I suck him fully inside my mouth till he hits the back of my throat. I manage to control the gag reflex and I savor the silken flesh gliding in and out of my mouth and down my throat. I take my time, building up slowly.
“You’re killing me here,” he admits softly as I caress his tight balls and twirl my tongue around the end of his huge cock. My head bobs up and down as I apply myself ever more diligently. He fists his hands in my hair and I know neither of us can stop. But he manages the miracle and pulls away murmuring, “Not like this. I want to come inside you the first time.” He kisses my lips, sharing his essence and lingers, flirting with my tongue.
I can only nod. He stands up, carries me to the bedroom and deposits me on the bed.
“Spread your legs wide for me,” he commands as he tears off his clothing. “You’re so beautiful. Hold yourself open for me, let me see you.” His tone is low and rough and it vibrates inside me.
I do as he asks, letting my thighs spread wide apart. He kneels down and pulls my pussy lips further apart with his fingers while massaging my clit in tight little circles. I arch my back, purring, and he applies his lips and tongue to me, licking me in long strokes and then in tight circles once more, driving my clit into spasms of pleasure. The sensation makes me scream aloud. The earth dizzily spins off its axis. He has no mercy and he licks me up one side of my channel and then the other, sticking his tongue inside me at intervals and then gently sucking on my clit with his lips and teeth. I’m about to come when he draws back and takes up a condom I didn’t even know he had. He unrolls it onto his glistening cock.
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