Delia overheard parts of the conversation from where she was standing a few feet inside the door. “What was that all about?”
“I’m not sure, but I think Aaron’s in trouble and it’s got something to do with Michelle.”
* * * *
“You have a voicemail from your friend Kyle. He wants you to call as soon as possible. Is very important.” Michelle handed Aaron her iPhone after dialing Kyle’s number.
“Hey, Kyle, it’s Aaron. Got your message. What’s goin’ on?”
Kyle explained what happened with the two detectives, and then told Aaron how he felt about them and their threats. “Dude, I’m freakin’ out! They weren’t messin’ around! It seems pretty serious. They were talking about abstraction of justice! Like they were gonna arrest me! I didn’t know anything, so I couldn’t tell them anything. Is there something I should know? What’s happened? Are you and Michelle in some trouble?”
“I have no idea. Seriously.” Shit, shit, shit!
“Really? So ... how’s it goin’ with Michelle?”
Kyle had a suspicious tone to his voice. Aaron wondered what he was thinking. What kind of assumptions he must be making by now.
“Ahhmm ... She’s great, we’re good. I’m telling you the truth, Kyle. I have no idea what those guys want. Honestly, this is a total surprise. But hey, thanks for blocking for me, I appreciate it. I really owe you one. Maybe I should get an attorney to call and find out what’s up.” Shit! What the fuck do I do now? What if they find us?
Aaron’s mind raced through possibilities. He didn’t know what to say. He felt like a fugitive in hiding every second that he lied to Kyle. He didn’t have a clue what to do if the detectives ever tracked him or Michelle down.
Kyle replied, “Okay, man, cool. Just be careful. I’m telling you those guys are creepy as hell. I had to take a couple shots of Patron to calm down after they left. Oh ... yeah ... um ... Delia’s here. She wants to talk to you for a minute.”
“Kyle, wait. I gotta go. I don’t have time for her right now.”
“Hi, Aaron, are you okay? Those officers sounded serious.”
He wasn’t prepared to deal with Delia. He’d written her off as a thing of the past.
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. We’re fine.” He wanted off the phone so he could talk to Michelle. He had a whopping crisis to avert, namely being hunted down by NYPD for assaulting an officer. He hoped that by referring to both him and Michelle as being fine together, Delia might catch the subtle hint and leave him alone.
“Hey, Aaron, um ... I was hoping we could meet and talk. I want to talk about things between us. Everything has happened so quickly. I’ve been thinking about you. About us.”
“There’s not much to say. You broke up with me. You wanted to see other people. It wasn’t what I wanted, but now everything’s changed. I’ve changed. I thought you wanted your freedom?”
She laughed nervously and stammered, “Well, yeah, but ... I understand that you’re angry. I would be too. I want you to know I think I was wrong. I want to see you again. It’s hard to talk over the phone. She’s probably there with you right now ... listening. Can we talk in private? Can you come see me tonight? I’m here at the apartment.” She was starting to beg. Kinda creepy. She’d never been like this before.
Aaron cut her off. “Delia, I’m not mad at you. I was, but it’s over now.”
“I’m not asking you out on a date, okay. I think we need a chance to talk. It’s only been two weeks since we split up. Please Aaron. I really need to see you. I want to make it up to you. It’s all my fault. I’ll do anything you want ...”
“Listen, this is a really bad time right now. I’ve gotta get off the phone. There’s nothing to talk about. Michelle is really good to me. I’ve moved on. I’m sorry but I gotta go. I’ll call back, maybe, in a couple days or somethin’. Take care. Bye.” He hung up on her.
* * * *
Kyle could see the wheels turning in Delia’s head. It wasn’t difficult to figure out what had happened. If Kyle had a sexy thing like Michelle in his life, he’d drop Delia like a bad habit.
Kyle imagined that devious little mind of hers cooking up a scheme to get her hands on Aaron again. He’d told Aaron more than once she was a selfish brat. It took Michelle’s influence to finally pull him from Delia’s manipulations and mind games. What was she up to now? Was she bold enough to do something stupid with those nasty detectives?
“Hey, Delia, I know how you feel about this. Everything happened suddenly with Aaron moving out, and you were real close for so long. I hope you’re not thinking of doing something with those cops. Don’t mess with them, Delia. You call those detectives and you’re playing with fire. Besides you could get Aaron in trouble too. Not just Michelle. Let him live his life. If he’s making mistakes, let him deal with it. He’s not yours to play with anymore. You let him go and now he’s gone. You hear what I’m saying? Don’t get involved!”
“Alright already! I heard you. Don’t have a fit about it. I never said I would do anything! And I can talk to him if I want to. She doesn’t own him!”
But Delia wouldn’t look him in the eyes.
* * * *
“Is wise to stay away from the girl. She is dangerous, very selfish. I can see she will be a problème if you get involved with her again.” Michelle looked Aaron directly in the eyes to see how he reacted to her advice.
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy?” Aaron asked with a smirk.
“You know she’s not right for you. Is very difficult to have close relations with people. They are not like us.” She pursed her lips in admonishment as though above such petty jealousies. “Is true I care for you. We are bonded. What affects you affects me. But I could never be jealous about this girl. She is an enfant terrible, a spoiled child. And she has an obsession with you.”
Aaron grinned at her admission. “You are jealous,” he chuckled. “Admit it, maybe a little?”
He kissed her on the lips and stroked his fingers through her hair. “You’re right, as usual. She is silly, and immature, and there is nothing for you to be jealous about. You know you own my ass. Besides, she could never pull off that stunt you did against the wall the other night. That was insane. After that performance, how could Delia compare?” The brat enjoyed teasing her. He was gaining confidence in his new life.
“Aaron ... do you still have feelings for this girl?” His nonchalant comment made her sick to her stomach. “I hate the thought I take away your choices.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “I do not wish to own your ass as you say so crudely.”
“Aww, Michelle, ma belle.” He smiled as he ran his fingers over her jawline. “No, no, no. Really, I don’t think of Delia for even a minute. You’re the only one who gets my attention. You’re the one I want. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Mmm ... Oui.” She smiled as he played with her.
“So what about the real issue? The police.” Aaron gave her the raised eyebrow.
“They are just as silly and stupid as the girl, but very dangerous. If they become a problème, we will deal with them or move on. I am not a murderer, but I have no problème taking out the trash.”
* * * *
Detective Grayson walked up to Konowicz’s desk and slapped down a sticky note, “Got a message for you. It came in while you were on the other line. Says, The girl you are looking for with blonde hair and green eyes works with EZ Escort services and her name is Michelle. I got the phone number to EZ from her too, but she didn’t say her name. Wanted to remain anonymous.”
One look at Konowicz and he chuckled. “Oh shit! Is that the prize fighter who knocked you on your ass the other day? Ha! That’s fuckin’ priceless. When you catch up with her tell her I said thanks!” Grayson slapped Konowicz on the shoulder laughing at him. Konowicz’s busted nose throbbed from the jolt.
CHAPTER 14
“My, my, my, très sexy. Don’t you look nice! I like this shirt on you. The blue is your best color.” Michelle turned Aaron in a circle as she c
hecked him out for his big date.
“Yeah, I do look pretty damn good, don’t I? I’m dead sexy.” He spanked his ass in the mirror as Michelle grinned. His new eight hundred dollar outfit made a distinct impression. He had never realized how much clothes can make the man. Michelle had a sharp eye for fashion, and a deep pocketbook.
“Thank you so much, I never could’ve bought this on my dime.” He smiled as she ran her hands over the ass of his black slacks.
Michelle never seemed to care about money. She was constantly shopping for expensive designer clothes for the both of them. She paid all the taxi rides, and who knew how much her apartment cost. He never bothered to ask about money. He didn’t have the first clue about her finances beyond the fact that she made good money on her dates.
He stared at her sideways in the mirror as she smiled back. Who is this woman that I’m in love with? He didn’t even know how old she truly was, or so much as her full name. The woman was a mystery, but that’s the way she liked it.
Michelle broke him out of his silent reverie with her speech on vampire etiquette. “Mon petit chou remember the rules. Feed no more than sixty seconds. No multiple orgasms––you risk the addiction. Release her when she pops. Not a moment longer. Avoid sex. Is a very bad idea. Your control is not good right now. Trust me when I tell you, is bad. You don’t want to hurt a woman that way.”
“Yes, Massa. Aye’s a good slave, Massa. Don’t beat me!” He pinched her ass as he teased.
“I want you to save your energy for later tonight. I have something planned. Some more tricks for you. We will need your stamina!”
He envisioned the many things she had taught him in the bedroom. Wild passionate sex for hours and hours on end. He shivered in anticipation, adjusting his pants as he caught a semi just thinking about her.
* * * *
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Callahan. My name is Aaron. How are you this evening?” He met his date in the lounge of the Double Tree Inn. The music hadn’t begun yet and the quiet, unpopulated ambience felt peaceful, romantic.
She hugged him, planting a kiss on his cheek––a little too familiar to be completely cordial. She replied with an inviting expression. “Fantastic now you’re here, honey. Aren’t you the sexiest thing I’ve seen in years? Look at you!” She held his hand as she stepped back in appreciation of his physical assets.
Reading her mind, he found her fascinating. His first official date as an escort. He dug in deep, trying to get a sense of her entire being in addition to her current thoughts, which were mostly occupied with fantasies of sex with him. He clearly read several key components of her soul. She’d been married for twenty years to a jet-set corporate CEO. The asshole preferred sex with his secretaries and assistants to her. Of course, it hadn’t always been that way. Her husband had developed the habit over the years, gradually growing distant. She’d thought of divorcing him many times over, but their kids kept her from going through with it. This wonderful forty-plus mother of three lived daily with emotional and sexual neglect, much the same as Aaron had. Well, up until a week ago.
He sympathized with her instantly. He couldn’t fault her for hiring an escort. And why exactly was she interested in him? Discretion. She could afford expensive eye candy that guaranteed discretion and allowed her to enjoy life’s simple pleasures of sexual fulfillment with a hard body half her age. It wasn’t love, but it would have to do.
He realized immediately he would break his promise to Michelle. He couldn’t refuse this woman the very thing she needed most, Michelle’s warnings be damned. He vowed to maintain control and give her what she was paying for.
She planned to spend the evening at the hotel. Dinner, cocktails, dancing, and then retire up to the room. At five hundred an hour, she intended to pay cash for four hours. The escort service had already charged their fee in advance. His cash would be his to keep.
The dinner went smoothly with small talk about her family and business interests. She drifted into politics that flew completely over his head. He mostly listened to her. She was a truly remarkable woman and he had grown to genuinely like her.
They danced for a time, slow and intimate, stealing kisses here and there. Her hands began to roam below his waistline. “Why don’t we head up to the room?”
“You must be reading my mind.” She had such a beautiful smile to complement her aching soul. He wondered what kind of asshole would treat a woman like this so poorly.
This woman needed him. She needed him to make this a special night for her. She seemed so wonderful, only wishing to be loved. He was willing to test his tenuous control, for her.
Upstairs, she kissed him on the lips. “Call me Rosalie, Mrs. Callahan is so formal, makes me feel like I’m talking to one of my son’s friend’s. I’m going to get changed into something more comfortable. I’ll be back in a moment.”
She exited the bathroom a few moments later wearing a red see-through negligee with a matching sheer G-string. Rosalie wasted no time. She kissed him deeply while her hands undressed him fast and efficient. She had a definite plan for the night’s activities and followed it without hesitation or embarrassment.
Rosalie looked him up and down with another one of her beautiful smiles blooming across her face as he stood before her naked. He enjoyed seeing himself from her perspective as she ogled his body. She loved his trim abs that didn’t fold over his belt like Mr. Callahan’s. And his firm pecs, they didn’t need one of those compression t-shirts to hide man-boobs. When her attention settled on his cock she licked her lips. The woman couldn’t wait to get him in her mouth. He was the best date she’d ever had through the agency.
If he could perform like the stud she imagined, she’d definitely be coming back for another date. After a few seconds of appreciation and wild imaginings, she put her skillful hands to work caressing him, bringing him to full size.
As she pushed him back onto the bed, she climbed over him and said, “I love fellatio; it’s a specialty of mine. I can’t resist wrapping my lips around something so beautiful.” With that she went down on him. She took the top position working him voraciously. He lay back and let her do as she pleased. She toyed with him, licking up and down his length, teasing, and then concentrating intense suction on the very tip. He moaned and couldn’t help but fist his hand in her hair and lift his hips as she tugged on the head of his cock. She pulled away, teeth, tongue and lips scraping past his most sensitive flesh to come up for air with a smile on her face.
“Honey, I can do this all night long.”
Then she went right back at it, a muffled, vibrating groan massaging him as she went all the way down, craning her neck to accommodate his full length.
He read her desire to receive the same treatment she gave him. Never leaving her mouth, he pivoted into position, his face buried between her legs as Michelle taught him. He took his time. His fingers toyed with her entry and stroked her inner thighs. Pulling her panties aside, he bared her flesh to his taste.
Rosalie worked his whole length frantically, sliding up and down, in and out, faster and faster. He entered her with his fingers while suckling and nibbling at her folds. Their intensity reached fever pitch when she peaked, screaming her release into his erection, clamping down on him forcefully. The vibrations and fierceness of her reaction brought him fast. He poured himself deep into her throat, his hand trapping the back of her head tightly. She wanted to be crammed down on his cock. She wanted to swallow it. It was something her husband had done so often that she had grown to crave this form of submission. Rosalie really did enjoy fellatio. She suspected it was the primary reason her husband married her.
After a moment’s reprieve, both of them catching their breath, he shifted position to roll them over while Rosalie worked him by hand back to full readiness. He fought with control. He wanted so badly to pin her down and screw her until she begged him to stop. He wanted to bite her over and over and over. Michelle wasn’t kidding. Managing sex and feeding together might prove impossible. H
is need reared its ugly head, like another personality taking over, a predator that wanted to use and abuse poor little Rosalie Callahan, heedless of her frailty. He began to regret his decision. He feared what harm he might do to this wonderful woman.
Then she slipped a condom on him and opened her legs wide in invitation. All control slipped. The beast took over, pure need, desire, lust and hunger. An undeniable driving hunger that wiped away all reason.
He slid into Rosalie fast and hard, sinking in all the way to her limit in one swift thrust. He kept on going, a wicked tight grip on her luscious hips. He pounded her flesh as she screamed and writhed in the throes of the wildest sex she’d ever known. He abused her silken flesh with the abandon of super-human strength. As he thrust into her, burying himself all the way with his climax, he remembered his foolish ideas of control. Rosalie screamed at the top of her lungs as he chomped down on her neck and drank deeply, consuming her blood, ecstasy, and passion in a magical blend.
When he regained a little sanity, he assessed the damage. Rosalie lay below him quivering and writhing. Her breath came in hoarse pants, an animal sound. Searching through her mind, he was relieved to find he hadn’t hurt her.
Rosalie had experienced cataclysmic sex, but she didn’t seem to be any worse for it. Maybe sore, in a good way, but no lasting hurt, and most importantly, she hadn’t acquired the addiction, not like Lisa. Ignoring the fact that he’d barely restrained himself from killing her, he judged his experiment a success.
He dressed after cleaning himself up in the restroom and returned to check on Rosalie. She was still breathing heavily, but had regained some semblance of normalcy. Her body continued to vibrate and twitch with sensory overload and her eyes were dilated and glazed, drunk with pleasure. He watched her for a few moments as she caught her breath.
“OH ... MY ... GOD! I’m ... I ... I don’t know how you did that, but it’s the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. Whatever you got, honey, they should be bottling and selling it for billions. I’d get up to see you on your way, but I’m not moving from this bed tonight. I wouldn’t be able to stand up even if there was a fire.”
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