FATED

by Roberts, A. S

  ‘Put it in your mouth and suck it clean, baby.’

  I did as asked and I heard him groan. Hearing that nearly made me orgasm.

  ‘You’re lucky I’m not there, you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.’

  Why does that statement make me flood the top of my thighs?

  ‘SHOW. ME.’

  I decided to be a bitch and give him a very quick glimpse at what he was missing. I moved the phone down to my pussy and showed him my smooth mound and as I had decided to be a bitch, I went for complete bitch. I ran my index finger back through my folds several times.

  ‘Holy HELL.....YES.....YES,’ came out of the phone. I couldn’t remove my fingers now after listening to him come, and I finished myself off easily with a few more rubs on my clit. After getting my breath back I lifted the phone back up. There he was in all his sated glory, the man I loved, smiling at me.

  ‘Miss Jones, I do believe you have made me shoot my load at the office, AGAIN. That’s a very bad girl, you shall be punished later,’ he said in his best British accent. He winked and the call was disconnected.

  I laid back on my bed feeling very pleased with myself. I was so looking forward to seeing him tonight and I clutched the phone to my chest. I must have dosed off, because I came to a bit later at the sound of my name being called. I jumped off the bed and hastily got into my clothing from earlier. I turned my head and checked the clock beside my bed, my one remnant of home. Bella was home early, I wondered if we could shop now.

  ‘Bella, do you fancy hitting the shops for a couple of hours?’ I enquired as I reached the lounge area. Just in time to see her taking off her coat and kicking off her shoes.

  ‘Retail therapy... I’m all for it, just let me jump in the shower and get changed and I’m all yours.’

  I ran back to my room and grabbed some jeans, boots, jumper and my parka. I brushed through my hair and put it up in a messy twist. Unbelievably she only took another ten minutes to get ready and we left the apartment. Outside our door we bumped straight into the awaiting figure of Edwards.

  ‘Frankie,’ he nodded his head ‘Bella.’

  ‘Alex has sent me to take you shopping. He thought possibly that you may wish to buy some clothing?’ I didn’t question his ESP.

  ‘That’s fantastic, we are so short of time... the first stop needs to be a lingerie shop please, Edwards,’ my voice had become quieter, tinged with a little embarrassment. But he was a very welcome sight, as outside in the dimming natural light New York was becoming bloody freezing and I knew it would be so much easier being dropped around by the limo and then having him wait to pick us up. How time changed, I laughed to myself. Once upon a time I wouldn’t have even been able to afford the bus fare. Now it seemed I could only think in limo!

  He took us to a beautiful area, quite near Midtown and stopped outside a boutique looking lingerie shop. Just as we got out, Edwards handed me a black credit card. ‘Alex wanted me to let you know, anything in here is on him.’

  I could feel my eyes widen in embarrassment. But Bella grabbed it out of his hand, before I could answer. She pulled me towards the front of the shop, shouting over her shoulder to Edwards, ‘Tell Alex I’ll make sure she uses it.’ I heard him chuckle as we stepped into the welcoming warmth of the shop. I had never been to a shop before, where you try on lingerie in a huge changing room complete with chaise longue and mirrors on the wall. They were all so beautifully framed; they were like works of art. I tried not to let it intimidate me too much, as the saleswoman handed me everything they had in my size. The material was exquisite, and with Bella’s help I picked out six new sets in varying colours and designs... all with the thought of hanging the bottoms up outside his shower. Bella paid, as quite frankly I didn’t want to see how much of Alex’s money I had just spent. We ran out grasping the equally beautiful bags filled with coordinating tissue paper and jumped into the back of the limo. My phone pinged.

  Frankie

  I was hoping to meet you at the shop.

  The thought of surprising you and helping you pick out new panties, is all that’s got me through the afternoon.

  Can’t wait until this evening, Baby

  Love you

  X

  Half of me was pleased he hadn’t made it and the other part was disappointed. I hurriedly shopped in another local store for a couple of dresses, shoes and jumpers that would go with my jeans. If it was getting this cold here, God knows how much colder it would be up in the Catskills.

  We made it back to the apartment by six o’clock and Bella, being the lovely friend she was, drew me a huge bubble bath, whilst I put away my new purchases. I had to laugh; even with some of Bella’s clothes in there the closet was still so empty. I chose my new black dress for this evening with a long line cardigan for warmth and of course some new black underwear. I laid them out carefully on the bed, and made my way to my en-suite smelling my orange blossom bath oil and on the way I grabbed my bathrobe.

  ‘Thanks, Bella, that is just what the doctor ordered and it’s much appreciated.’

  ‘It’s OK, gorgeous, I’ll leave you to it now and I’ll listen out for Alex knocking, OK?’ I smiled in answer.

  I couldn’t take too long luxuriating and I was in and out in fifteen minutes flat. My body was alive this evening, just with the anticipation of seeing him. The hairs on my body seemed to be on a heightened state of alert. After creaming my body and wrapping up my hair in a towel I made my way out of the bathroom.

  There he was, laid out full length on my bed, with both hands tucked underneath his head, in all his Alex glory. No wonder the hairs on my body were on end, my body knew he was here even if I wasn’t aware. His eyes were closed like he was relaxing so I took my time just to drink him in. Slightly damp mussed up hair, a bit of scruff. He was wearing blue faded jeans and a fitted blue T-shirt, which showed off his muscled physique. When I looked at the floor I could see he had kicked off his boots. I just wanted to jump him as soon as his cologne hit my nostrils.

  ‘You’re staring, Frankie, I can feel it.’

  I didn’t answer, but after checking my bedroom door was shut I dropped my cream robe into a heap at my feet, loosened the towel on my head and ran my fingers through my wet hair. His eyes were still closed as I began to crawl naked up his stretched out torso, breathing him in as I got closer. He still didn’t open his eyes, but a smile started to make the corners of his mouth twitch and his dimples come out to play. He moved suddenly and rolled me underneath him. He looked at me like I was the only person he had ever cared about and right at that moment in time it was the only thing I wanted to believe. His tongue licked gently at the seam of my mouth to gain entrance. I opened and we began our dance, slow and exploring, teeth gently nipping at each other’s lips. I would gladly lose my mind being kissed like this. We spent several minutes loving each other with our mouths. He finally broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

  ‘So, Miss Jones, you love me?’

  ‘I do,’ I answered in a timid voice.

  ‘I love you, Frankie... I’ve been in love with you for so long, it’s fantastic to hold you in my arms and finally say the words. I’ve needed to say them to you, so badly.’ He closed his eyes, as if he was reliving the yearning for me. I wanted to cry with the emotion of being here with him now and hearing this beautiful man declare his love for me. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye just as he opened his. The hand that was running through my wet hair moved suddenly and he wiped the tear away.

  ‘One day soon, I’m going to ask you to be my wife, Frankie and you better be ready to say yes... I can’t live without you and I will not let you go.’

  ‘I love you so much, Alex, I think I have loved you since Coronado.’ I hated saying the name, but we couldn’t spend the rest of our lives just skirting around the issue.

  ‘I don’t
blame you for JJ’s death, I know now how much you loved him,’ there I’d said it, it was out there. It was my turn to wipe a tear as it came running down his cheek. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, placing gentle kisses here and there as he held on to me so tight I could barely breathe. Right at this moment I didn’t care and I held him back, like my life depended on it. He rolled us back over just as suddenly and released some of his grip on me. He had both of his hands on my naked bum cheeks now and he was rubbing them soothingly and simultaneously. I realised very quickly that coming over here naked was probably a big mistake as each hand took a turn to swat my arse, so hard both cheeks stung. I gasped out loud.

  ‘That, baby, was for making me suspend a very important meeting, with the whole board, for ten minutes, just so I could shoot my load in a very cramped bathroom.’

  He winked at me and rubbed my bare cheeks with both hands. Surprisingly the pain dissipated and was replaced by a very much heightened sense of awareness, in and around my pussy, and as usual when around this man, moisture started to pool at the top of my thighs.

  Who would have thought it? I like him smacking my arse?

  ‘OK, baby, we have a dinner reservation in thirty minutes, you need to put some clothes on, and quickly. I can smell your arousal...’ He inhaled just to reiterate what he was saying was true. ‘Before you ask I have placed your panties back in your drawer.’ I looked at him questioningly, ‘I need full access, Miss Smooth.’ He laughed at the expression on my face. I was unsure whether playing him at this game would be to my benefit now, I was OK playing games in the safety of my bedroom.

  Can I play them in a very public restaurant?

  I really wasn’t sure, but I could see by the look on his face I was about to find out. I dressed quickly and dried my hair, leaving it down and put on my normal makeup but with the added addition of some subtly smoked eyes. Alex watched, sitting at the foot of my bed, elbows pressed to his knees and hands clasped together. He caught me staring at him in the reflection of my mirror.

  ‘My hands are clasped together, so I don’t reach out for you and tear off the clothes you have just put on. I mean for us to make it out to that restaurant this evening if it kills me, and it probably will.’ His face had lost all sense of playfulness and I could see the expression was one of determination. I just couldn’t help myself. It had to be said I was my own worst enemy at times. I grabbed my black high boots and put them on my feet by placing a foot next to him on the edge of the bed. I knew that by doing that my wrap-around, black dress would open up somewhat and give him an eyeful.

  His fault, right? He put away my knickers after all.

  It was all I could do to not laugh at my cunning plan. The dress fell open and he inhaled again deeply.

  ‘MINE... other boot on... NOW.’ He jumped up from the bed and grabbed his leather jacket and my cardigan, holding it out to me. I quickly placed my arms into the held up garment and he whispered into my ear, using his scruff to its usual sensual effect.

  ‘Teasing, baby... deserves an equal punishment,’ his deep voice sent vibrations throughout the length of my body. ‘Playing with fire will get you burnt.’ He grinned now and his eyes were alight once again. I could feel my eyes open wide in astonishment. He took my hand and led me out of my bedroom and across to exit the apartment so quickly I didn’t even hear Bella return my goodbye. This was going to be an interesting meal.

  Twenty-Seven

  The drive was short to the restaurant. He was

  right when he said it was only a couple of blocks away. But I was grateful to be in the car, the night was that cold. I glanced down at our entwined hands, the only time we had not been connected to each other since the apartment was when he had shut my door and ran around to his. Automatic cars have their bonuses, so it seemed. No gear stick equals continuous hand holding. The warmth coming from his large hand was being soaked up by my cold one.

  I wouldn’t have ever noticed the restaurant, it was set back somewhat in a small side street. By the looks of the tired decor it was an old family run business. We pulled up outside and a young waiter hurried out, to open my door. Alex walked around to me and threw the Range Rover keys to the waiter, to park it I presumed. He took hold of my hand and led me in. The gorgeous aroma of herbs and fresh tomatoes hit my palette and my mouth began to immediately salivate. I hadn’t realised just how hungry I was until that moment. An elderly waiter led us over to a darkened table in the corner, at the back of the room, much to my relief. I didn’t know what Alex had up his sleeve, but the less visible I was could only be a good thing.

  Alex helped me off with my cardigan and handed it to the waiter along with his leather jacket, which seemed a shame as I was enjoying the whole bad boy persona it was giving off. It went hand in hand with the feeling of vulnerability that was coursing through my nervous system.

  ‘Frankie... relax,’ he whispered in my ear as he ran his fingers down my spine. It made my hips react as normal and they jerked forward in response. He caressed one of my bum cheeks as we waited for the waiter to spruce up the table. The warmth spreading through to my skin was bringing the nerve endings alive again.

  Ok so hopefully the teasing was going to be restrained?

  I could hear his deep voice conversing with the waiter, but the only thing I could concentrate on was the movement of his hand.

  ‘Sit, Frankie,’ he motioned for me to slide in first. I did just that, consciously holding my wrap dress together for modesty. I could not believe how different my pussy felt, completely bare with no knickers on. It felt more aware of him, I didn’t know if that was even possible. Right then I was embracing my inner tart, it seemed.

  ‘Do you know this is the first proper meal we have ever shared, Frankie?’ I glanced up at him now, and began to relax. He took both of my hands in his.

  ‘I hope you’re a woman who enjoys good food? I can’t stand a picky eater, someone who just sucks on a piece of lemon.’ He grinned at me now and I could feel my body just sinking into the comfy cushion on the corner seat.

  ‘You’re going to wish I was, Alex, I can eat like a horse, why do you think I run every day.’ He put his fingers to my chin and lifted my head slowly. Gazing into my eyes he slowly tilted his head towards mine and kissed me chastely. But with so much meaning behind it, I felt I could have melted.

  ‘I can think of a better way to exercise, baby,’ he pulled away bestowing a wink on me.

  We selected some dishes to share from the menu as the waiter left our drinks.

  ‘OK,’ I blurted out, ‘I think we could do with sharing some information with each other. I mean I know more about Nathan than I do about you.’ Alex leant back and exhaled.

  ‘Yeah, good idea. Fire away.’ His demeanour seemed somewhat guarded but his face was smiling. So I pushed ahead.

  ‘Well you have me at a disadvantage, don’t you? You seem to be aware of all my family’s shortcomings and problems, even our bereavements. But I only know you and Nathan and that you lost your father.’ He physically stiffened. I brushed over it. After a few seconds of silence, he began to let me in.

  ‘Fair enough, Frankie. I am one of 3 boys, born to James and Margaret Blackmore. I’m the eldest; hence I am named after my father. I am 29 years old, soon to be 30. Stop me when you’ve heard enough won’t you?’ He looked at me laughing and picked up my hands again in his. ‘Nathan and Scott are twins; they are 20 months younger than me. Our mother had it tough when our father died and unfortunately married the first man, and I say that loosely, that came along.’ He stopped and took a drink. ‘But we gained Ruby our stepsister and that was a blessing. You know about my schooling and military history and now I am CEO in my father’s company. Oh and my favourite colour is anything you’re wearing as underwear.’ I looked into his eyes and could see the humour dancing.

  ‘Do you enjoy your job?’

 
‘Not really, it just came with being the eldest. I admire Nathan for doing what he’s passionate about, he just up and left High School and went with what he wanted to do... unfortunately being the eldest comes with a level of responsibility.’

  ‘So if you could do anything, what would you do?’ I released one hand from his and started to draw the outline of a square on the tablecloth.

  ‘I would build things,’ a boyish grin took over his face and once again I felt captivated by the man. ‘My degree from Cambridge is in structural engineering... So I would build things,’ he lifted his hand and tucked some loose hair behind my ear. The touch sent electrical currents coursing down my body. ‘My father’s company buys other companies, strips them down and sells the pieces to the highest bidder. It’s soul destroying really, but I am somewhat governed by the board.’ Alex let out a deep sigh. ‘What else do you want to know?’

  ‘What does Scott do, does he work at the company?’ I smiled in encouragement, as if I realised just how difficult it was for him to open up to me. I was finding it harder to concentrate on the interrogation; as his hand had now landed on my knee closest to him. I could feel the cold of his wrist watch and the burn of his fingertips as they made small circles on the inside of my leg. The two opposing temperatures were making this conversation extremely difficult to concentrate on. I stared at the green and white table cloth, and willed my mind and body to come back into the conversation I was trying so desperately to have. So that was his game, his huge hand was on the move now and was slowly and purposefully making its way up the inside of my thigh. Instinctively I started to press my legs tighter together, forcing his movements to at least slow down.

  ‘Scott is an artist, he paints and he sculpts. Although he has been ill for a while, so he hasn’t produced anything lately... I have no idea where his talent comes from. But it is an exceptional talent and I am really proud of him.’ He didn’t need to say the last sentence as I could tell by the way his face lit up, like a proud father.