Romance: The Bad Boy Affair: A Second Chance Romance

by Veronica Cross

  “Who needs a pool table in their bedroom?” Cara had cried to the unresponsive walls. Only the dark paintings of fallen angels accompanied her slow walk through the vast rooms. The walk-in closet was the size of her mother’s entire apartment in Brooklyn and she hated it instantly because there was a smaller version of the fountain faun atop a round marble table in the center. It also boasted an antique vanity with a sterling silver hairbrush set and comb. Its aura was that of the gay nineties and Cara felt like she had been sucked into a time warp. The washroom was three times as large at the one in her old suite. There was a Jacuzzi tub which could have comfortably sat six people, a steam shower with a dozen jets protruding from all angles and two sinks on marble pedestals to match the heated marble floors. The bedroom itself was a sight to behold. Windows made up three of the four walls and on the fourth, was a four poster canopy bed draped in sheer curtains and the mattress was so large that Cara was sure she could do a gymnastics routine upon it without falling off the high sides. At the foot of the bed was a step stool which was actually needed to climb onto the Egyptian cotton sheets. Staring at it, Cara was reminded of the princess and the pea.

  She had protested at first, proclaiming she had no idea what to do with all the room.

  “We’ll see about filling this up,” Connor had told her, glancing critically at her scarce belongings. “You’re right. It does seem to be quite a waste of space otherwise.”

  “That’s not what I meant, Connor. I don’t need all this. I’m only one person.”

  “You should consider taking up a hobby now that you’re unemployed,” he had answered, unperturbed by her objections. “Do you like to paint? This would make a good studio space.”

  Cara had thrown up her hands in exasperation, realizing that he was purposely downplaying her worries. He knew she was concerned about getting spoiled with the sudden turn of events but he could not think of anyone more worthy of spoiling. He couldn’t understand what it was about Cara Castillo which made him feel heady, drunk almost but he knew that he needed her near him and he would do whatever it took to keep her. He could sense their intense attraction to one another so he knew that his feelings were not one sided. Cara seemed to be a little less nervous in his presence and occasionally, if he was fast enough, he would catch her staring at him, her magnificent jade eyes alight with awe. He wasn’t sure if he should feel so elated about her adoration. He felt guilty as he watched her face fill with wonder at the incredible surroundings, wondering if he was luring her into a false sense of security. Do you think she would still stay if she knew the truth about me?

  The days began to flitter by in a dream state. Cara spent her time exploring the grounds and finally found the stables she had heard so much about and she immediately befriended the horses she had heard so much about. There were stallions, Shetland ponies and hybrids, all beautiful and well bred. She spent morning riding and within days, Connor had acquired her a stunning colt to raise. She was also pleasantly surprised to discover a small barn on the property with a few chickens, pygmy goats and sheep. When she sat in the wood structure, she found herself thinking about Damien and the farm she had envisioned for them. She pushed yesterday’s thoughts out of her head and focused on how good she had it with Connor Lamoreaux. He was intelligent, successful and their sexual chemistry was explosive. Sometimes, however, Cara found herself lonely for friendship and she tried to reach out to Tabitha time and again. She was finding that the woman took great pains to avoid contact with both her and Connor. Sometimes Connor took her on business trips but Cara found that she was much more content in the huge house which she had initially found so forbidding. While she dared not venture back into his personal library, Cara found dozens of classics in various parts of the house and she spent hours poring over their pages, getting lost in the plots of Greek tragedies and Shakespearian comedy. Some afternoons, after the work day was winding down, she would join Van and Maurice in the kitchen and help them with their food prep for the following day. More often than not, she would regret the decision as she fell victim to Maurice’s relentless teasing.

  “Are you a spy now that you’re banging the big boss?” he asked crudely, smirking at her as she peeled potatoes. Cara scowled, wondering why she subjected herself to his ribbing.

  “Do you want my help or not?” she snapped back. Maurice laughed his irritating cackle.

  “Only if you’re goanna help me the way you help Mr. Lam,” he leered. Cara felt a blush creep up her neck and she glared at Maurice.

  “Do you always have to be so crude?” she asked. At least Van had the decency to avert his eyes, pink tinging his cheeks.

  “Oh come on, chica. We’re all friends here. Tell us how the old man is in bed! I think you’re the first one of us peasants that’s ever gotten on his dick. Right Andrew?” Andrew nodded eagerly, craning his neck to listen better from a neighboring station.

  “Yep, but not for lack of trying!” he declared. “Remember Scotty? He tried every trick he knew!”

  The kitchen staff burst into laughter at the memory of their flamboyantly gay former co-worker but Cara sat stone faced.

  “Oh stop being such a tight ass, Clara. You’re the one fucking the boss,” Maurice said glibly. And Cara realized he had a point. She had absolutely no right to be offended by the nasty banter. She was being seen as a woman with no morals. They probably think I’m a gold digger, Cara thought, horrified for a moment. Then she realized it did not matter. She didn’t care what anyone thought. The feelings she had for Lamoreaux were beyond anything she had ever experienced and it seemed to intensify day by day. The more time she spent with the billionaire, the more enamored she became. When she was apart from him, she felt an overwhelming, almost painful desire to touch him. Connor’s fingertips were like mini bolts of lightning on her skin. His power over her was incredible and when he took her, he was as savage as a wild beast. She could not resist his rough, prodding thrusts and night after night, she begged him to go further, push harder until she was a sopping, quivering mass of passion pinned beneath him, her legs in awkward positions, her hair wrapped in his hand. She had never been handled so intensely and even as she thought about his huge, thick member inside her, she almost climaxed on the wooden stool in the mansion’s kitchen. Horribly embarrassed, Cara stool up.

  “Where are you going?” Maurice demanded. “You aren’t done with the potatoes!”

  “I just remembered I have to call my mom,” Cara lied. She hurried from the room, feeling a wet spot gush between her thighs.

  They had just finished a beautiful dinner in an intimate Italian restaurant inside Sag Harbor. Candlelight flickered romantically, casting a halo of alluring energy around the mysterious duo. This was one of the first places that Connor had taken Cara in public and she found it more appealing than any of the other flashy, ostentatious establishments Connor’s peers seemed to favor. When given the choice, Cara always asked to return there and he was happy to oblige. He wanted to indulge her every whim and if she wanted to eat at Luigi’s every night for the rest of her life, he would have made it happen. Of course, Cara had little inkling of his true feelings and as she sat back, completely sated on wine and fettuccine, she smiled shyly at her companion.

  “You must be completely sick of pasta by now,” she commented, mistaking his intent look for one of discomfort. Connor realized he had been staring at her searchingly and forced himself to sit back against the red leather booth. She was like a magnet. He could not keep himself from drawing toward her, wanting to inhale her sweet scent and look into her surreally green eyes. Connor had literally traveled to every corner of the world, meeting hundreds, if not thousands of people. He had experienced all cultures, religions and lifestyles but no one had ever captivated him the way Cara did. He suspected he knew why he was so drawn to her but he could not be sure. Not yet. He wondered if their bond was truly as indestructible as he suspected. He knew he had to find out.

  “I like pasta,” he answered simply. “Do you know
it’s my birthday tomorrow?”

  Cara smiled, completely unperturbed by the abrupt change in conversation. In the past weeks, she had learned to accept Connor’s sometimes inappropriate affect and responses. In the beginning, she had mistaken his mannerisms for gruffness or rudeness but now she knew better.

  “A little bird may have mentioned it,” she confirmed. Connor’s impending birthday had been the main topic of conversation at the house for days. He had planned a huge masquerade ball for the event and preparations were in full swing as they spoke.

  “Are you excited for your birthday?” Cara teased, a smile lighting her face. Connor continued to regard her as he weighed the decision of what he was about to do.

  “I’m excited because I’m near you,” he answered truthfully. Cara did excite him endlessly. He was intensely aroused by her both sexually and emotionally. She had become an addiction to him and he wanted to possess every part of her. She blushed at his response.

  “What do you want for your birthday?”

  “You. You’re all I want, Cara. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”

  “I love being with you too, Connor. I’ve never been with anyone more exciting. I miss you when you’re gone away.” He nodded, still unsmiling but his heart began to race at her words. He made the choice.

  “I want to take you somewhere tonight,” he told her. Her eyes brightened.

  “Sounds good. Birthday celebration?”

  “It’s an ‘us’ celebration,” he replied, rising to his feet. He held out his hand. I hope she doesn’t hate me for this.

  “Can I look now?”

  “No!” his voice was sharper than he intended but he wanted to ensure she did not open her eyes.

  “Okay,” she replied, sounding hurt. “Just asking.”

  Connor didn’t reply but pulled the Mercedes into the unlit parking lot and stopped. He hurried out of the driver’s side and went to escort Cara out of the passenger side.

  “I will guide you. Do not open your eyes,” he ordered gruffly. Under any other circumstances, Cara would have felt some resistance or wariness but for some reason she could not fathom, she had unshakable faith in her new lover. She had no idea why she trusted him so well but even with the situation seeming so completely unpredictable, she continued to walk, eyes closed through the darkness, led only by his smooth, warm hand. He paused and put his hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her through a threshold of a doorway. Instantly, music filled her ears and incense filled her nose.

  “Keep your eyes shut,” Connor insisted, his arm snaking around her slender waist as they walked. Behind her closed lids, Cara could see light changes as if there was lightening. He’s taken me to a nightclub for his birthday? Cara was surprised. It was hardly Connor’s scene, a nightclub. He was more of a homebody like her, apt to reading or watching a movie in the home theater. She heard him exchange a few muffled words with someone and suddenly something was slipped over her already closed lids.

  “Connor, what – “

  “Shhh, just keep walking with me.” She did not protest further and as they continued further into the establishment, Cara felt Connor’s hand grasp her waist once more. Cara could hear voices and the odd exclamation or laughter. Bodies brushed against her in passing but every once in a while, a hand would casually graze her breast or daringly against her crotch. She waited for Connor to comment but he said nothing. Connor steered her to the right and the music diminished somewhat but she could still feel the pulsating vibrations under her heels. Ah, we’re in a VIP room, she thought, relaxing now that they were no longer on the move. She heard other people in their midst and as she listened, she suddenly realized what she was hearing. There was gentle, rhythmic slapping accompanied by moans. Someone let out a shriek and a man in a low voice urged his partner to cum. Cara moved to take off the cloth over her eyes but Connor caught her hands. He pulled her further into the room and the sounds of animalistic sex grew more intense. Suddenly, Connor lifted her into the air and she was sitting above the ground, her legs dangling. She felt the weight of someone else beside her. It was Connor. He positioned her so that her legs were straddling the device on which they were sitting.

  “Connor what –? “

  His lips found hers and he kissed her gently, his hands encircling her in a bear hug. Eagerly, all questions forgotten, she opened her mouth to allow his tongue inside. As they embraced, Connor pulled her closer to him and Cara felt her skirt slip up around her waist. She pushed her crotch against Connor’s feeling his throbbing erection. He scooped one hand down around her butt cheek, squeezing and suddenly the device on which they were sitting began to rock slowly back and forth. Someone below them cried out and a woman screamed profanities over and over. There was a wet, sucking noise and a man sighed. Connor’s other hand skillfully flipped her over and she was sitting with her back to him. He lifted her sweater around her breasts and pinched her nipples underneath her bra. She cried out softly but her hands found his and she kept them firmly on her breasts, enticing him to do it again. He obeyed her silent request, with more fervor and she moaned, bucking her perfect rear against his hardness, already craving him. He pulled a hand down to unzip his pants, the two of them still rocking to the motion of whatever contraption they had mounted. The gentle slapping had become a hard smacking and a woman and a man were screaming each other’s names. The rocking suddenly picked up the pace a notch and Connor pulled Cara backward onto him. His huge member slipped up inside her in one fluid push against her already soaked slit and he was filling her as they rocked. He began to pound her before she could catch her breath. His hands firmly around her ribs, he sliced into her sopping wetness with intense force, lifting her up above him, still unable to see anything. Cara shrieked in passionate pain, trying to wriggled away from the inevitable orgasm about to explode from her saturated pussy. He pushed her down, pinning her to the spot, still rearing under her like a wildebeest and Cara ripped off the blindfold, choking in ecstasy. They were on top of a mechanical bull, Connor banging her full on while the animal charged faster and faster. Around them on the floor was an orgy of feral lust. A petite Asian woman was being mounted from behind by a well-endowed black man. He had just blown his load all over her ass and was going in for more while in her mouth was the cock of his friend. He was moaning as he watched the man readjust his cock and push himself back into the tiny girl’s waiting buttocks, clearly ready to cum into her eager mouth as she took his huge, swollen member all down her throat. Cara’s glazed eyes turned to watch as two women ate each other out on the left side of the bull, both faces soaked in the other’s juices, their nipples erect, skin shiny with sweat. A man with an enormous cock was taking turns putting his hard, huge member into two women who were begging him for more as they sat on all fours and used a dildo while they waited for their turn. Off to the side, a man in a gimp mask played with himself, watching Connor and Cara, licking his lips rapidly as Connor pushed Cara into the bull, his hand tightening around her neck, his hardness reaching its peak. A woman in a cage was masturbating with handcuffed hands and a ball gag in her mouth, her legs up on spiked stilettos, spread eagle, her moans muffled. Cara began to cum and it was like a volcano. She watched the Asian woman get covered in the seed of two men simultaneously, her tongue lashing out to taste it. She heard the lesbians climax in unison. The man with the huge dick pounded into one of the women and she turned to bury her face in the waiting girl’s drenched pussy, jamming her dildo inside to the same rhythm of her own pounding. Then Cara felt Connor’s hot ejaculation spurt all through her whole body, waves and waves of searing hotness. She tightened her pussy muscles against him to squeeze out every drop and for a brief second, Cara was not in her body anymore. She had floated above and was staring down at Connor, bucking violently into her drenched opening, staring at her own back arching back, swallowing hard, mentally begging Connor to tighten his hand around her throat. She stayed there for a moment, relishing the intensely sexy sight, feelin
g the incredible release and hearing nothing as she floated, dream-like on the ceiling. Then like a sonic boom, she was back inside her quivering body, writhing with the aftermath of her lover’s actions. As he gently climbed off her and helped her down, Cara looked at him nakedly, without guile and he could read her thoughts; She was his forever.

  Chapter Eight

  Connor had outdone himself this time. The event was beyond anything that Cara had ever seen before, even in a movie. He had planned the gala for months and the dome shaped ballroom was alive with creatures from all walks of life. There were Cheshire cats and phantoms, bears and fairies all donned in extravagant gowns and expensive tuxedoes to match their masks and commemorate Lamoreaux’s birthday. This party was every bit as extravagant as the charity ball had been with the champagne fountain and sixteen-piece band. Four ice sculptures were set up in various locations in the ballroom and tables were overflowing with an eclectic buffet display of sea food including lobster, crab and shrimp, a carving station with roast beef, chicken and lamb, a crepe chef and a pasta station featuring every type of homemade Italian noodle anyone could dream of ordering. Cara counted twelve types of dessert before she lost interest and turned her focus back onto the crowd. There were three bars set up this night, two outside under the stars in the English maze and one inside next to the makeshift stage where the band played upbeat but pleasant music without flaw. There were so many heating lamps in the garden, no one would know it was the dead of winter but for the snow-capped hedges. The cobblestone had been salted and swept and there was not even a hint of a chill in the air. The place had been turned into some kind of tropical winter wonderland and it defied reality.

  “What do you think?” Connor whispered in her ear suddenly, handing her another glass of white wine. His breath on her neck naked neck sent shivers down her spine. She turned to face him, his high cheekbones covered by his penguin mask. He looked exceedingly handsome dressed as a dapper Arctic bird and she could tell that he felt the same about her by the look in his magnetic eyes. Her blood red gown fell to her ankles in a glittering display of sequins. She wore a red devil’s mask and the colors brought out her loose raven black waves and big, beautiful eyes ethereally in the shadowy lights.