by Pamela Ann
“You drive me mental.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
The banter went straight to good ole reliable jack. “Bloody hell, I’m hard.”
“Business first. Pleasure later.” Gisele pressed her lips together, stifling a laugh mischievously. “Looks like we’re ready to be seated. Can’t wait to tease you across the table.”
Bloody hell, woman, I could do with a short reprieve. “One more thing, Gisele. Will you kindly stop flirting! It pisses me off.” I’d perfected the poker-face look for years now, but tonight, I was starting to wonder if this feat was still attainable.
“Now’s not the time to bring out the crazy, babe.” Gisele lightheartedly patted my shoulder, gleeful. “Reel it in. I believe in you.”
My insides thawed at the very sight of her blissful face.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” I quietly observed, loving this buoyancy she and I were intimately sharing.
“Maybe so,” she whispered melodiously, leaning against my ear. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself. You can do me however you wish. I beg for you to be selfish. Take me for your own pleasure. Do me hard, rough, soft, or fast, I won’t stop you. Tonight, I’m simply yours. My body and mind are yours to command. You will think for me. You will own me. I won’t surrender to you as Gisele or as your wife; I’ll humbly be just a woman standing before you, surrendering her all, with a sole purpose in mind—to be your singular vessel of pleasure, to be savagely used and properly abused.” She sauntered away while I guardedly watched, paralyzed at the images my mind conjured up and the blinding recognition of my uncontainable hunger where she was concerned.
FUCK.
Bloody.
Mighty.
FUCK.
Lurid, lecherous imagery filled my wanton mind. My mind slushed. My cock pulsed. And I knew then, with complete and utter certainty, I was well on my way to capitulation. Gisele Weber-St. James would inevitably be my undoing.
Slowly, progressively, tenaciously, my perpetual addiction would inevitably devour my existence.
It had already begun. It steadily closed in on me.
Lock, stock, and barrel.
And I was petrified. Rightfully so.
With my mind heavily dwelling on Gisele and everything in between, Takeshi and I engaged in conversation that momentarily diverted back to business. While Gisele sat in between Haruto and his British wife, Eunice, I could faintly hear him subtlety ask questions, though indirectly. After Peter’s death, it was understandable, but Web Technologies, Inc. was a multi-billion-dollar company. Our ingenious designs and innovations led the world markets. Our intricately engineered cutting-edge web security was the best out there. Therefore, this meeting could also be a mere formality to forge a stable bond and confidence in my new role in the company. Gisele’s attendance was vital to soothe whatever qualms they had. And as the dinner went on, it was apparent how pleased they were with her. We were all predominantly geeks here. It was a given they adored her. This was a constant repetition wherever she was concerned. Geeks or otherwise. A fact I’d yet to get used to…barely managing to quell the jealousy each time one of these men ogled her.
“Are you seeing anyone, Miss Weber?” Eunice, Haruto’s wife, directed a question to her, warm hazel eyes approving.
The table quieted down. Her lapping admirers patiently peeled their ears to hear her response. As did I. My hand involuntarily gripped the chopsticks so hard I almost broke the silver utensils.
“Not at the moment, no,” she responded smoothly, as if she hadn’t orgasmed from my fingers, tongue, and cock for the past fifteen hours or so.
Satisfied with her answer, Eunice gazed across the table to where I rigidly sat, eavesdropping on their conversation. The Brit gave me her keen attention, delicate features lit with fresh interest. “Are you strict, Mr. St. James? As her guardian, I’m sure you screen every potential suitor with diligence. Thank heavens I didn’t bear daughters. My husband would go mental with each potential suitor.”
“I try.” I merely nodded, feeling like a damn fool. I was secretly married to the woman in question but felt powerless to stop men from pursuing her. All due to my specifications to continue my everlasting bachelor lifestyle. I was sure Gisele couldn’t wait to divorce me and have a handful of men to savor before choosing her husband to be.
It was a horrid thought, but if the time ever arose, I’d bloody make sure he was worthy of her. She deserved the very best, and I wouldn’t let her settle for less.
Takeshi and I engaged in a conversation, and Eunice and Gisele carried on discussing Stanford and her passions. While Haruto and Kosuke seemed quite taken whenever Gisele spoke, I found it rather amusing to see aged men being played by a young, beautiful woman. Since they had known Edna Weber through the years, their conversations revolved around her sweet, kindhearted mother.
Edna had been as sweet as she had been fierce. She’d had Peter eating out of the palm of her hands. I remembered watching the couple and being infuriated that Paige and Penny had been taken away from me, because had they survived, I’d be sharing that deep entrenched kind of love with Paige as well. My mood had soured after witnessing them sharing a moment. While little Gisele had played the piano in the background, I remembered Edna coming to me with a sympathetic smile pasted on her face. She’d merely held my hand, as if in an unspoken understanding of how I felt and if there was ever a need to vent, she was there for me. She had been a gentle soul, the very life of the Weber household, and when she’d died, the house had never been the same.
Gazing over at Edna’s daughter, I acknowledged she had brought up a brilliant woman. I was quite certain Gisele’s fluency in languages was her doing since Peter hadn’t left the country without his wife. As his wife, she was thrust into certain situations, so being fluent in other languages sure made things easier to conduct business.
Just like Gisele is doing now. She was the perfect partner, in business and in bed.
Could I fathom truly granting her a divorce even if it was to happen years from now?
I had given her my word…
Yet I was starting to feel inclined to backtrack on my promise. Where was the honor in that? Surely, sex hadn’t jaded that aspect of me as well, had it?
Why pretend to consider when I already knew the answer.
Damn it all to hell.
26
Jared
Dinner was quite a great affair. After agreeing we’d resume business talks and signing contracts tomorrow at lunch, Gisele and I left the restaurant in a great mood.
Glancing over at the woman sitting next to me, Gisele appeared absorbed as she looked out the window. Reaching out, I took hold of her soft hand before leaning in to gently kiss it. “Are you tired, kitten?”
Breaking her reverie, she twisted her pretty head, granting me her undivided attention. “Never for you…” she murmured before she unbuckled her seatbelt and slid closer to me, capturing my lips in an explicit, mind-altering kiss. “Jared,” she moaned while her hand traveled southwards, running its own exploration.
Without extricating from her, I realized the car had stopped. But instead of putting a stop, I continued devouring her lips. After all the banter and innuendoes this woman had put me through tonight, the minx had to be taught not to tease a man who was on the brink of combustion.
Faintly hearing the car door opening and closing, I realized the driver had allowed us privacy.
Hired from one of our international company branches, it was mandatory to sign the gag clause in his contract. Having done so, it ensured his silence. If he was shocked the company’s CEO and the sole heir to Peter Weber’s fortune were engaged in heavy sexual foreplay, he kept it to himself. As a result, he discreetly waited until our lips were untangled before bidding us a lovely evening.
“Where are we?” she asked the moment she realized we weren’t deposited outside the hotel.
Instead of supplying her curiosity with concrete answers, I decided to plant a
chaste kiss on her lips before firmly placing a hand on her back, swiftly guiding us towards the black gilded double doors where we were discreetly greeted and ushered to a private room.
“Your dorei will be here shortly.” He obliged us with a sweeping bow before securing the heavy gold-gilded black door behind him.
Detailed with requested specifications, the platform bed was situated right across from the one-way, floor-to-ceiling mirror wall. A sizeable waterfall grotto sat on one end, abundantly decorated with fresh purple and pink wisteria floribunda. The grotto invitingly glimmered, aglow with its deep blue lighting from underneath its pool. The overwhelming smell of jasmine, ylang-ylang, bois de rose, peppermint, patchouli, and rose potently hung in the luminously candle-lit room. Beads, whips, cuffs, candle oil wax, restraints, paddle, abundant strings of asanawa rope, and everything one required to heighten one’s arousal, all laid out for easy accessibility.
“What is this place?” Gisele marveled as she took in the scene before her. Ranging from extreme, median, mellow to sensual petting paraphernalia was strategically littered about our own private area. Her body tensed, her spine ramrod straight as she spun around to face me, gray eyes uncertain. Perplexed. “Jared?” she croaked out just as I approached her.
Without uttering a word, my eyes did the talking. They succinctly conveyed my need for her and how tonight…Tonight was the culmination of all those nights I’d laid in bed frustrated, missing her, craving her kiss, yearning for her supple body. My ever-increasing need went above and beyond the pleasures of the flesh. I burned to delve into her psyche and possess her there, stripped of any pretensions, erected barriers, and fabrications.
I stood inches from her troubled form before my fingers reached out behind her head, freeing her glorious golden tresses.
Beautiful. The word floated about my head as I took her in. The very nymph who had plagued my mind ever since I had found her tear-streaked face in Croatia. Her heavily crimson tinted lips quivered with anticipation when I unhurriedly began to release the intricate fabric buttons of her slinky Chinese dress. And just when I was about to slip the dress off her body, the door opened.
Two Japanese women entered, dressed in robes. They greeted us in the same fashion the establishment’s host had earlier. Without preamble, they dashed towards us, finishing what I started with Gisele.
The minx let out a strangled sound, darting me an alarmed look as she pleaded for me to say something. I merely smiled, but when her eyes darted to the other dorei beginning to undress me, the alarm in her eyes vanished, replaced by jealousy.
“If you intend to fuck one, I won’t hesitate to chop that fat dick off. Understood?” Her face reddened as she battled to take action or to stay put. Curiosity won out, added by an intense need to please and obediently follow my request, which she had vowed to submit to me earlier this evening.
Tonight, I’m simply yours. My body and mind yours to command. You will think for me. You will own me.
I smirked, knowing full well she had trapped herself to do my bidding.
Her cutting glare didn’t leave me as she scrutinized each move the dorei did to me. Once she and I were stripped bare, they huddled and carefully placed our clothes on the mirrored dresser before reverting their attention back to us.
They led us towards the bed. Side by side, we were lying faced down when I reached out to hold her hand and brought it to my lips. The worry in her eyes lessened. Somehow, the small tenderness in my gesture eased whatever qualms she had.
“Relax, kitten. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”
“Easy for you to say,” she grudgingly expressed.
Her apprehension grew when she saw the doreis disrobe, baring their petite, stark naked and armed with bowls of scented oils before they climbed over our bodies, somewhat straddling us. With deft subtlety, the dorei gradually applied the oil all over my form.
They then began to massage our bodies, applying ample pressure as they kneaded the knots and kinks of our wounded muscles. A pleasured moan came out of me when the dorei focused around my neck and shoulders. When I opened my eyes, my minx glowered, sending sharpened daggers at me.
I couldn’t help it; I chuckled. She had no clue how much I adored her more when her possessive nature surfaced.
“It’s not that funny!” she hissed, blushing like a demure virgin.
My chuckles slowly ebbed as my fingers brushed against her cheek, grazing her silky skin. Even though there were two attractive, naked women servicing us, I only wanted the woman whose eyes intensely bore into mine. Any trace of amusement vanished as the strong pangs of hunger revved my system once again.
“I want you,” I thoughtlessly said as my thumb continued caressing her skin. She let out a small, satisfied sigh, closing her eyes, relishing in my touch.
For an hour, my hand clasped hers as we began to relax and bask in the simple pleasures it gave us. As the session drew to an end, the remaining five minutes, my dorei asked me to shift, exposing my engorged state.
Soothed and tranquil, the dorei began to slowly work her away about my body before honing on my nether region. Her pressured touch stroked my hardened state just as I heard Gisele’s sharp gasps and moans, overwhelmed by the sensations the dorei created as she lightly rubbed her sensitive slits with her skillfully oiled fingers.
Her breathing hitched. The very familiar, sexy, cock-hardening, precum-inducing sounds she made when her orgasm neared. But before she could come, the dorei strategically halted her ministrations then gently gathered Gisele’s hands, firmly placing them on her back before she began to bind her wrists with asanawa rope.
“Jared?” she rasped out, startled.
“You said to think for you…to own you. Tonight’s the night, kitten.”
Before she could manage to respond, the dorei shifted her figure to a sitting position. “Follow me,” the dorei softly spoke, directing her, which her boggled mind slowly processed. It took a full minute before she planted her feet on the floor. Following the dorei, she was led onto a padded cushion bench, specifically designed with one thing in mind—spanking. Her ankles confined with a spreader bar, her sight blind-folded.
The dorei’s hand gripped my length, stroking it for another second while the other gripped the base of my shaft. The titillating sensation brought blood rushing into my cock, hardening it to its full capacity. Once satisfied, the dorei loosened her hold of my length before silently excusing herself with a swift nod. With both doreis gone from the room, I began to slide off the bed, instantly blessed with Gisele’s magnificent naked figure—back arched, plump firm arse protruding and legs parted, showcasing her gleaming beading cunt. If I thought I was hard as a rock before, I was proven wrong. My cock throbbed as I trod towards the nymph while I resisted the urge to jerk my length. Upon reaching her, I slowly circled her like a beast would its prey. Because it was what she was—my defenseless prey, my sustenance, my target, my very own cunt to slaughter.
“Jared?”
“I’m right here…” I rasped out, utterly riveted at the sight of her beautiful body restrained, bound, and entirely at my mercy—all for my selfish, gluttonous indulgence. Gripping the base of my manhood, I smacked her nipple with the tip of my dick before rubbing the tiny slit of my head to tease her pebbled bud, coating it with my precum. Simultaneously, my other hand pulled at her free tit, making her groan in protest.
“Open your mouth, Gisele.” Her mouth had teased, mocked, and spat at me defiantly for the past twenty-four hours. She’d know better than to defy me next time…because after I told her not to flirt with those men at dinner, she cheekily continued while peeking in my direction, hoping to get a rise out of me.
So here we are. She had definitely gotten a reaction all right.
Hesitant, she parted her lips but not wide enough to slip my mushroomed head into her facial orifice. “Wider, Gisele!”
She obliged.
With deft precision, I shoved my cock-head into her mouth. She let out a long, raptur
ous moan as she gobbled a quarter of my length. “Take more of me, kitten,” I grunted with difficulty, intoxicated by the heady rush of euphoria running through me as her throat began to relax, taking another inch of me. “Fuck, you look so bloody gorgeous with a cock in your mouth.” Thick saliva started to drip around her chin as she gurgled and gagged around my shaft, taking more in into her esophagus.
“Christ, Gisele!” My body vibrated, consumed by hedonistic lust before I mindlessly found my hand behind her head and roughly rammed her all the way down to the base until her nose hit my groin. My orgasm instantly blasted out of my dick, spraying down her throat. Thrusting a few more, my semen kept jetting out, draining down her esophagus as it constricted tightly around it, milking it to the last thick drop.
My climax was so intense I had to take a few breaths until I could let go of her head, fully dislodging out of her orifice. Gisele heaved as she snaked her tongue out and licked any traces of semen around her lips, far from satisfied.
And just then, the room lit aglow.
Steadily, I rounded towards the back, standing before her protruding arse while my eyes greedily looked at her tight holes, ready, waiting, aching to be fed. Leaning over, I let my cock-head graze her spine, rubbing the moisture seeping out of my tiny slit. My left hand grappled her bottom, squeezing it with gusto just as my mouth found her neck. Biting her sensitive area, I sunk my teeth into her skin, making her scream with delight.
“Fuck me. I beg you,” she gasped as her hips tried to maneuver, exerting great effort to nudge my cock below, to the crack of her arse, to no avail.
A devilish wicked grin broke across my lips, loving how enslaved she was by her cunt’s biddings. Gently, my fingers slipped her blindfold, freeing her sight. “Open your eyes, sweet wife.”
