Memoirs of a Wild Child

by P Lewis, Cassandra

  Two hours into our luxurious flight to New York, Simon told the crew to leave us alone. He made me kneel on the seat and wrap my arms around it. Then he pulled up my pencil skirt, pushing it up over my arse to my lower back and dragging his thumbs along my ass crack. He pushed his fingers into each side of my knickers, before gripping them, and tearing them apart. I gasped at the sound of the lace ripping, and the feel of the seams pulling tightly against my skin with the force.

  Simon squeezed my arse cheeks firmly, humming appreciatively before rearing back and slapping me hard. The sting of his palm on my backside made me yelp, and I pushed backwards, begging for more. Simon stroked the hot flesh before delivering another blow, and then he knelt on the floor behind me and started planting soft kisses on my burning skin, before delicately running the tip of his tongue across my arsehole. I whimpered and pushed back, he did it again, then started to circle, applying a little more pressure, and making me moan almost uncontrollably.

  I wanted more, needed it. I was aching to be filled by him. I felt so empty. I started to beg him to fuck me, I should have been ashamed of my neediness, but I didn’t give a shit, as long as I got what I wanted.

  Feeling him stop and move to stand up had me trembling with anticipation; aggressively, he yanked what was left of my knickers down my thighs. Hearing the unmistakable sound of his zipper undoing and a condom packet ripping open had me digging my fingers into the leather of the headrest.

  The sensation of the head of his dick pressing against the part of me that wanted him so badly was unbearable, and I pushed backwards, forcing him inside me. He let out a loud exhale and gripped my hips, holding them still as he started to fuck me. It was hard but slow, forceful; he wanted me to feel every solid inch of him.

  Simon rolled his hips into me, letting his cock brush my G-spot with every move in and out, but he refused to pick up the pace. He knew I wanted him to, needed him to, but he held me firmly in his big hands. He was in charge.

  Simon’s hands left my hips, but before I could get excited, he leant forward and whispered in my ear, “Don’t move a muscle.” I knew he meant it. Part of me wanted to disobey, just so that he would punish me in his delicious way. But the promise of the reward I would get for doing as I was told far outweighed my rebellious streak and I stayed as still as I could with him still completely filling me. He reached down and pressed the button on the armrest to recline the seat. As it moved backwards, I readjusted my arm position to support my body weight and was soon on all fours, with Simon, still inside me.

  “Good girl,” he growled, and the elastic holding my knees close together suddenly released. “Open your legs.” I parted my knees more, “Wider.” I spread my legs apart until my knees hit the armrests on either side of the seat. Simon rewarded me with a slow roll of his hips and a hiss, indicating his approval of the position.

  At that moment, I was being controlled by that man but I had never felt so powerful.

  Guided by forceful hands on my shoulder blades, I lowered my chest to the cream leather back of the seat, stretching out my arms above my head and waiting impatiently for more. Simon ran his hands down the sides of my body. His right hand slid around the front of my thigh and between my legs as he started to move once more, faster than before but still smooth, firm thrusts.

  As pleasure spread all over my body, and I started to moan, involuntarily, I once again felt pressure on my ass, this time Simon’s wet thumb in place of his tongue. I closed my eyes and let out a moan as it slid inside, the feeling of fullness driving me wild as he picked up the pace.

  The feeling of his cock filling me, fucking me while he rubbed my clit and pushed his thumb a little further into my ass was too much as I found myself losing control. Pushing backwards and calling out loudly with each hard thrust into me, I was heading for the edge.

  I stretched out my fingers before clenching them, digging them into the headrest as Simon pounded me hard and fast. Screams escaped my throat as my orgasm rose in me. The familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, my feet becoming hot as my climax spread all over my body.

  I was breathing hard as my body became lax, Simon’s hands returned to holding my hips still as he thrust hard into me, finding his release after giving me mine.

  I lay there for a few moments after Simon pulled out of me and made his way to the bathroom to clean up. Sex with him was fucking glorious. Often, he left me unable to walk for a while, my legs well and truly rendered useless; always, he left me breathless, shaking and sated.

  We landed in New York and made our way to the penthouse apartment. Simon had some work to do so after taking a long hot bubble bath, I crawled into the huge bed alone and stretched out, enjoying the space as I fell asleep.

  I spent the following morning in the city, taking photographs of the people, places and things around me while Simon attended meetings. I found some time to shop too, before heading back to the apartment and getting to work myself. I wanted to familiarise myself with the models that I would be working with on the following Monday and go over the details of the shoot.

  When Simon came back following what turned out to be a very successful day, he instructed me to get ready to go out for dinner. We headed out to a restaurant owned by one of the clients that he had met with that day; everything that we ate that night was ‘on the house’. I found it hilarious that Simon could afford to buy the restaurant if he wanted to, but was being given a free meal. Then he told me that he had, in fact, bought the restaurant and every other one in the twenty-strong chain.

  After dinner, Simon and I climbed into his waiting limousine, and while he kissed and sucked at my neck, collarbone and tits, we were driven across the city. The car came to a stop, and Simon looked into my eyes, excitedly before getting out and helping me to do the same.

  We were in a seemingly empty back street. Simon started to walk towards a closed, unmarked red door on the building in front of us, I followed, intrigued. He banged the side of his fist against the door and a hatch opened, the person inside must have been happy with just seeing Simon. I was expecting a secret password to be needed, but the door opened at the sight of him.

  We walked inside and were immediately transported. Black damask wallpaper and large framed mirrors lined the walls of the long corridor. The floor was tiled with granite slabs and ornate black chandeliers lit the deep red ceiling. At the end of the corridor was another red door, not like the thick metal one that we had entered through, minutes before, this one was a typical wooden-panelled door. The sound of music started to reach my ears the closer to the door we got. A sensual melody; it reminded me of an alternative burlesque show that I had attended in London a year earlier. A sign above the door was lit up, a replica of the sort you would see on the theatres of Broadway. It said ‘The Box Club’ and I eyed it and then Simon curiously as he reached for the handle of the door.

  As we stepped into the club, my eyes lit up. The room was circular, and the décor from the corridor carried through. There were deep red and black leather seating booths, some with platforms in the middle with girls dancing on them. The stage in the middle was round as well, and was currently home to the Jessica Rabbit lookalike who was singing whilst three other girls wearing French knickers and nipple tassels danced around her for the watching men in suits. The waitresses were dressed in sexy pin up style military dresses, their hair and makeup styled as though they had stepped out of the forties.

  There were five more red doors around the room; I was curious as to where they led as my wide eyes explored the room. Simon took my hand and started to lead me towards the bar.

  A heavily tattooed but absolutely stunning bartender approached, smiling wide as she asked what we would like. Simon ordered a bottle of champagne and told her that we would be in room four. I wanted to ask what that meant, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the private burlesque performance that was happening in a booth to my left. A man and a woman appeared to have paid for the dance and were totally enthralled. I guessed they w
ere a couple and watched as the woman put her hand between her legs as the dancer in front of her twisted and turned fluidly. She was beautiful and part of me couldn’t blame the woman, I was a little turned on too. I felt Simon’s hand on my arm and looked up at him “Come on,” he said, smiling as he took my attention from the now openly masturbating couple and guided me around the room.

  We reached a red door with the number four painted on it in black. Simon punched a code into the keypad at the side of the door, and it clicked open. We stepped inside and the room was dark. I could make out the shape of an armchair but couldn’t see anything else. Suddenly, dim lights around the room, a table lamp and a chandelier turned on. The chandelier I noticed was hung, above a cage, in the middle of the room. The armchair was in front of the cage, and there was a large leather sofa on the opposite side. Simon took my hand and led me to the sofa, our champagne was already there waiting for us in an ice bucket. Simon poured us a glass as I looked around the room.

  In addition to the furniture in the middle of the room, there was an area at the back, where the floor appeared to have been turned into a sort of bed area. There were cushions and blankets arranged beautifully. This room was clearly designed for sex, I concluded, as I took in the décor, but honestly, it was stunning.

  We sat on the sofa in front of the cage, and Simon poured us both another drink; I had drunk the first so quickly while lost in my intrigue about this place.

  I didn’t know what to expect as I sipped and waited; Simon smiled at me and raised an eyebrow mischievously as I took a large gulp of champagne. A door at the back of the room opened. Two girls with a vintage pin-up look walked, no, sauntered into the room. They didn’t speak as they entered the cage and one of the girls locked the door, before throwing the key into my lap and eyeing me curiously; she smiled and bit her lip briefly. She was stunning. Her purple hair shone brightly under the lights above her and fell in large curls over her shoulders. She gripped the bars with her hands, before stepping forward and pressing her body against them. The lights in the room dimmed again, and only the ones illuminating the cage, remained. I sat forward, feeling freer in the darkness and allowing my intrigue to take hold of me.

  Music started to play. A slow haunting melody that immediately pulled me in and hypnotised me, it was sexy and filled the room as the two girls inside the cage started to dance. They hung from the bars, their tattoos intriguing me as they moved and stripped each other out of their corsets leaving them dancing topless, wearing only high heeled shoes and French knickers.

  I bit my lip when they kissed each other; it was erotic, totally enthralling, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Simon reached for my hand and moved it to his cock. It was hard in my grip, and that turned me on even more as I stroked it and watched the red haired girl suck the nipple of her companion into her mouth.

  Encouraged by Simon’s hands on me, I moved onto his lap, my back to him as I pulled up my dress and moved my underwear aside. Sliding onto him with ease and letting him fill me completely, as the purple haired dancer bent over and removed her underwear, staring into my eyes intensely. Even though I was sure that she couldn’t actually see me anymore. When she stood up straight, naked but for her shoes, she smiled, as she moved her hips seductively. The hands of the other girl moved over her skin, and I rolled my hips and moaned loudly, the sound disappearing into the heavy music.

  She knelt down with her back to us and pulled her hair to the side, exposing her smooth skin to us and making me burn up as she helped her friend out of her underwear. Slowly sliding them down her legs and following their path with a trail of soft kisses.

  The red haired girl joined the other one on her knees, their bodies, pressed against each other as they kissed passionately. I moved more on top of Simon; my attention fixed on the scene in front of me as the feeling of him inside me satisfied my aching libido.

  Both girls moved their hands over the skin of the other, eventually moving to between the legs of their opposite number. I could see the looks of pleasure etched across their faces as they used their fingers to tease and please each other. Simon’s hand pushed under the waistband of my lace underwear as he followed their lead and started to pleasure me in the same way.

  I started to rock faster, riding up and plunging back down as the purple haired girl moved to sit against the bars on the opposite side of the cage. Holding onto the bars above her head as she opened her legs wide, exposing herself to us all. The red haired girl leaned forward, burying her head between the legs of her friend as she too showed us everything. She started to pleasure herself with a hand between her legs as she made the purple haired girl writhe and moan, her face twisting in ecstasy.

  It was too much, I’ve never been attracted to women, but the dark room, the champagne, the music and the scene in front of me was all so intensely erotic. I rolled my hips faster as Simon rubbed harder on my clit, bringing me hard to orgasm as the two beautiful women in front of me shook and moaned through their own release.

  I slept the whole flight back to London. My eyes and my legs had been well and truly opened in New York. Life with Simon was totally wild, I wasn’t sure how long we could sustain the crazy lifestyle that we had been living, travelling the world drinking champagne and fucking in sex clubs, it was crazy. I loved it; I was having fun, but really… how long could we live that way?

  Cooper starts to whimper next to me, and the throb in my boobs tells me that it’s lunchtime. I put Vinnie down on the table and pick up my boy, amused as he searches around frantically for my nipple before I’ve even lifted my shirt. “Typical boy!” I joke as I latch him on and watch him start to feed. He’s so innocent, so beautiful, and so pure. I don’t know what’s more terrifying to me, being the mother of a daughter, who could so easily turn out like me. Or a son, who could turn out to be just like most of the men that I’ve been with. I mean, sure he has a fantastic role model in his dad, and in the other close men in his life. But Simon was an innocent, loved, baby boy once too, and he turned into a money hungry, sex monster with no real respect for women. I would be devastated if Cooper treated women that way, I won’t let it happen.

  Holly and Ben arrive home, and my girl fills me in on the adventures of the day. All that she had seen and learned, and shows me all of the treasures that Ben must have spent a fortune on, in the gift shop. I looked him wide-eyed, and he just shrugs, she’s his girl.

  We eat Chinese food for dinner, and I wash the dishes while my family snuggle on the sofa and watch Cinderella. Looking at them gives me a feeling in the pit of my stomach, it’s like nothing I have ever felt before. My parents would be absolutely mortified if they knew half the things I had done and the amount of men I have slept with. Looking at my babies, I can’t bear the thought of them growing up and having sex, drinking, taking drugs, it just doesn’t bear thinking about.

  “Are you coming to bed?” Ben asks as he kisses me on the top of my head after checking on Holly, fast asleep in her bed.

  “Yeah, I just need to finish writing something and then I’ll be through. Take Cooper, I won’t be long.” I smile up at him.

  “Okay, but you need your rest, Pip, don’t be long.” He leans down to kiss me on the lips, before heading into the bedroom with the boy, and I pick up Vinnie; I just need to finish this chapter and close the book on Simon.

  When I started seeing Simon, I never imagined that a year down the line, I would still be enjoying life with him in it. I started to convince myself that it was more than it was. I know now that to him, even after that long, it was still just sex, but to me, I thought it had started to become something more.

  Looking back, I don’t know why; of course, we went to dinner a lot, but it wasn’t what I would call dating, there was no real affection between us. He didn’t hold my hand; we didn’t do things like going to the cinema or shopping unless it was sex shops in Amsterdam or Lingerie shops in Milan. We travelled together but saw more of each other’s bodies than the cities we were in.

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bsp; We never snuggled on the sofa or cooked together, but I had never done those things with anyone, not until Ben, so I didn’t miss it, it didn’t seem odd to me. When I think about Simon now, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I didn’t love him. Not even close. But back then, before I knew what love felt like, I thought I did.

  I started to look for clues that Simon felt the same way, seeing things that weren’t really there in his body language, and finding meanings in his words, where there really wasn’t any.

  I was staying at Simon’s apartment during that week, ‘the one-year mark’, and I convinced myself that he was going to tell me he loved me. I thought I had picked up on signs, I hadn’t of course, but I was convinced. I even practiced my shocked face in the mirror and how I would say it back. I was giddy.

  A week after the milestone date, there was still nothing. I was becoming disheartened until Simon texted me to tell me he’d booked us a table for dinner. Excitedly I put on some music and started to prance around the apartment, taking a long bath and enjoying getting ready for the big night. He asked me to get out his blue suit and lay it out for him. I did, then went into his chest of drawers to find underwear, socks and a tie. My hand landed on the unmistakeable shape of a box. I assumed at first that it was cufflinks and pulled it out to select some. My heart stopped when I saw the famous blue of the Tiffany box; I stared at it for a second, trying to avoid the temptation to open it and look inside. I bit my lip, but I never was known for my restraint. I took the lid off and pulled out the velvet covered ring box inside. My heart was pounding as I gripped the box and started to pull it open.

  The cushion-cut diamond, set in the most sumptuous platinum, was stunning. My breath caught in my throat; it was exquisite. He was actually going to propose. I put the ring back and practically pranced into the dressing room to finish getting ready.