“Hmm,” Max said.
He pushed his chair back, stood up, and walked around the table. He pulled out the chair beside her – the one in which Dad had been sitting – and lowered himself into it. Rachel could feel the heat from his body. Sweat stood on her skin. Or, rather, she noticed the sweat that had already been there. The air was thick. His scent – cologne and sweat and man – drifted up her nostrils.
He looked up and down the restaurant—and then his hand darted forward. He gripped her leg just above the knee. Rachel breathed in quickly. His hand was firm and strong on her skin. It was hot: not warm, but hot. She looked him in the eyes, and the look he gave her caused her clit was fire even hotter. It was a look of complete confidence and possession. It was the kind of look a king lion gives a lioness. It was the kind of look a fifty-something billionaire gives a twenty-one-year-old writer: I’m going to use you how I see fit.
“What are you doing?” she muttered. “I don’t—”
“Hush,” he said, and Rachel did.
Her nighttime fantasies were suddenly real. How many times had she imagined scenarios exactly like this one, minus being in Thailand and minus her dad being upstairs? She couldn’t count. The number was too large.
He leaned in. When he spoke, his breath touched her lips. “I want you to come for me,” he said quietly. “Do you understand?” He moved his hand higher on her leg, to her upper thigh, toward her pussy. “I want you to come for me, here, hard. Do you understand?”
“I—”
“Yes or no.”
She should’ve pushed his hand away, told him that he was a pig, that she would never let him do this. He was too old; he was her dad’s boss. It was unacceptable. And yet she did not do that. Because you want this.Because you’ve wanted this for three years. You’ve wanted this more badly than you’ve ever wanted anything. You’ve always wanted this, Rachel.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good,” he said.
He moved his hand further up her leg until he came to her pussy. Then he moved his hand under her shorts and down to her hot, wet pussy. His fingers found her lips; his thumb found her clit. He slipped two fingers into her tight pussy and thumbed her clit. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, frantically. His fingers moved inside of her, found her sweet spot, and her clit ached. She knew Dad could return any moment. She knew the staff could catch them. She knew the old couple could walk past. She knew all these things, but somehow they didn’t matter. All that matter was the fiery heat between her legs and Max’s confident, billionaire words in her ear.
“You’re my slut,” he told her, and moved his hand even faster. “You’re my little whore, my little fuck-toy. And you’re going to come for me.” He slipped a third finger inside of her. Her pussy stretched. Her clit engorged; he thumbed it with more pressure. “You’re going to come all over my hand. Do you understand? Nod.”
Someone, somewhere – far away – nodded. But it wasn’t Rachel. Rachel was floating on heat and pleasure. Rachel was in a different goddam galaxy right now. “I want you to imagine,” he said, stroking her sweet spot with his fingers deep inside of her, “that we’re back in the locker room. I grab your hair in a bunch and I bend you over the benches. You scream, but you don’t fight me. You’re startled but you want it. I pulled down your shorts and force my cock inside of you. Are you picturing it?”
“Yes,” she moaned. She didn’t know if it was loud. She didn’t care.
Pressure built inside of her. Her head became heavy. Her pussy heated up like a furnace.
“Good,” he said. “Feel my huge cock in your tight pussy, Rachel. Feel it.”
And she did. Even though she had never felt a cock in her before – even though she was Rachel the Virgin – she imagined his cock inside of her with such vividness that for a moment she felt it. The pressure grew. Her breath caught.
The orgasm hit her like a shotgun blast.
She writhed and fidgeted in the chair, with Max’s fingers deep inside of her, his thumb pressing her clit hard like a button. She squirted all over his hand. Then it was over.
She fell back in the chair, panting.
Now it was over, she was panicked. Who had seen? Had Dad returned? But the staff was still at their table and the old couple hadn’t moved. She looked at the clock. Somehow, only three minutes had passed since he stood up and walked around the table. It felt like an eternity. Her entire life had changed in those three minutes. Max removed his hand from her shorts. She felt the wetness in her panties. Her pussy was tired and content and yet still hungry for more.
She turned to Max.
He smiled at her. It was a casual and possessive smile. We’ll do that again, if I want, the smile said.
“You’re bad,” she heard herself say. “You’re really, really bad.”
“I am,” he agreed. “But for the last three years all I’ve thought about it you in your sexy fucking gym clothes, and what was underneath. I still haven’t sucked your nipples. That will be next.”
“No,” she said weakly.
“No? Why? Don’t you want me to?”
She blushed. It was a stupid question. Of course she wanted him to. “Dad,” she said. “What if he finds out?”
“He won’t,” Max said. He reached forward and touched her face. “Don’t worry so much, Rachel.”
“Oh, yes,” Rachel said, her voice leaden with sarcasm, “because this is so, so normal.”
“Do you want normal or do you want fun?” Max asked.
*****
Back in her room, Rachel had the distinct feeling that none of what she remembered had truly happened. It was the heat, it was the exotic food; she was hallucinating. No way had her dad’s billionaire boss touched her under the table, in the same hotel where her Dad was staying. No way had she let him. That simply didn’t happen in Rachel’s calm, normal life. That wasn’t in the realms of possibility.
But then she stripped naked and saw the her underwear was wet with her come. She could lie to herself; she couldn’t lie to her panties.
After her shower, she returned to her bedroom and lay in bed. She must’ve slept at some point, because when she opened her eyes again it was cooler. The knocking was soft. She rose to feet and listened, head cocked like a startled squirrel, and followed the noise across the room and to the door that adjoined her bedroom with Max’s. She put her ear to the door, wanting to be sure that she wasn’t imagining it. She wasn’t; he was knocking on the door.
“What is it?” she hissed.
“Open up,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I’m telling you to.”
She giggled softly. It was the sort of answer she should have met with a swear word. Who was he to tell her what to do? He didn’t control her. But there was a part of her – no small part – that enjoyed when he told her what to do. It was the part that she had kept hidden all through college, that she kept hidden in her day-to-day life. But it came out at night, oh yes, when it was just her and her imagination and her wandering fingers. Her nighttime fantasies were this part; she couldn’t deny them.
She opened the door. Max stepped in, and closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“I want to kiss you,” he said.
“What?”
“I touched you; I want to kiss you. You had the most kissable lips in the goddam world, Rachel. I can’t sleep for thinking about them.”
Before Rachel could reply, he reached forward and grabbed the back of her neck. He pulled her toward him. Even if she had wanted to – and she found that she didn’t – she couldn’t fight against that. He was far too strong. Her lips touched his, found his lips through his thick beard. He kissed her deeply. He opened his mouth; they tongues touched. Pleasure moved over her, awakening her in the deep night.
She moved her hand to his crotch and felt his huge cock. She rubbed it up and down, up and down, and felt it get harder in her hand. And then he broke off the kiss,
and smiled at her. “That was all I wanted,” he said. “I can sleep, now.”
“Jerk!” Rachel laughed, but he had already left the room.
*****
Rachel, Dad, and Max stood on the edge of the shallow river as the elephants lumbered down. Their guide – a pretty Thai woman with a wide smile and beautiful eyes – laughed and pointed at the elephants. Rachel had been to the zoo and seen elephants many times in her life, but the idea of riding one was very different to looking at one through the bars of a cage. Dad had taken a shine to the Thai guide. He huddled close to her and the two of them talked as though conspiring. This left Max and Rachel to themselves.
Max moved close to her, behind her, and touched her ass. He did it sneakily, nobody saw, but even so Rachel knew she should have moved away. This was entirely inappropriate. Dad was right there. At any moment he could have turned around and saw his billionaire boss touching up his daughter. But he didn’t. He was too absorbed in the Thai woman. Max grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezed, pinched the flesh playfully. She turned to him and looked up at him.
He smiled down at her. “Is something wrong, Rachel?” he said, in the most casual voice she had ever heard from a man who seconds ago had just been touching up a woman.
“No,” Rachel answered, playing along. “I’m fine.”
The elephants stopped in the river before them. The sun baked them. Sweat pricked everybody. The Thai guide – Boonsri, which meant beautiful and was very fitting – smiled even wider. “Are you all ready?” she said.
“Oh, yes,” Dad said, smiling awkwardly. “We’re ready, alright!”
Dad almost jumped when Boonsri asked who would like to ride with her. He was dutifully helped up by the elephant’s tamers into the seat, and Boonsri was helped up after him. Dad sat behind her grinning from ear to ear with a fierce red blush in his cheeks. “I suppose that means you and I are sharing,” Max said, close to her ear.
Rachel was helped up first. The elephant was ginormous. She had always known elephants were big, but she had never felt how big they were. Her legs seemed flimsy and small when sitting on the elephant. She sat in the middle. Max was helped up to the back, directly behind her. The lead tamer sat in front; he would direct the elephant up and down the shallow river. After a few moments, the elephant began to rock. Its huge limbs moved, and Rachel, Dad, and Max were being carried down the river.
Rachel knew she should have been more blown away by the fact that she was riding a goddam elephant than the fact that Max was sitting behind her. But her priorities were evidently not in line with what was expected of her. It was amazing, sure, that she was sitting on an elephant. But it was even more amazing that Max was right behind her.
After about five minutes, Max moved his hands around her and cupped her breast. The man in front never looked back. Dad was too involved with Boonsri to look back. It might as well have just been Max and Rachel on that river together. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “How sensitive are your nipples?” he said. Without waiting for her reply, he slid his hand under her top, under her bra, and pinched her nipples softly. They hardened instantly; her nipples were very sensitive. “Ah, so they are sensitive,” he said.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Touching you,” he said. “Do you want me to stop?”
She didn’t answer.
“That’s what I thought,” he said.
He grabbed her pert breasts hard, twisting her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. Then his beard brushed her neck, and his lips kissed her warm skin. He kissed her neck passionately. Tingles rose on Rachel’s flesh. She had to bite her lip to stop from screaming. He nibbled and licked her neck as he twisted her nipples. Rachel wished she could turn around and mount him: wished she could lose her virginity right there. He grabbed her breasts harder, and everything became hotter, more passionate. She closed her eyes; her eyelids were orange-red from the sunlight.
“Are you going to come for me?” Max whispered.
“Yes!” she hissed back.
“Good.”
He kept rubbing her nipples, kept grabbing her breasts. She felt small in his grip. Her breasts were small and pert; his hands were big and strong. He dug his fingers in and bit her neck, hard. She let out a moan; she couldn’t stop herself. The orgasm jolted her, bucked her, and the shifting weight of the elephant beneath intensified it all. “Fuck,” she whispered. “Oh . . . fuck.”
“Come. Now.” Max’s voice left no room for argument.
“I am!” she answered.
She fell forward, bracing her hands on the elephant’s tough skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her heartbeat was absurdly loud. But the tamer and Boonsri and Dad didn’ turn around. Stealthily, Max withdrew his hands from under her top. He leaned into her ear, his breath warm and tingling; it made her shiver. “I want to fuck you,” he said simply. “I want my cock deep inside of you. Tell me that you want it, too.”
She gulped. He didn’t know. How could he? He didn’t know that she’d had many chances over these past three years to lose her virginity, but every time she’d even come close she’d stopped. What would this boy be in comparison to him? she’d think. What can this boy offer me that the billionaire Hulk can’t? Fuck, I want him . . . And then the boy she was kissing would seem small and unimportant, and she’d find an excuse to go back to her dorm.
She turned, and half-saw him in the sunlight. “I want it,” she said.
He didn’t touch her for the rest of the ride. Then the four of them were back on the shore of the river.
“Did we all enjoy that?” Boonsri asked brightly.
“Yes,” Rachel answered honestly. “That was an amazing experience.”
*****
The next day – their last full day in Thailand before returning to the good old US – they were to visit the Khmer temples. These were ancient, awe-inspiring ruins which was Dad’s main reason for wanting to stay in this hotel. He looked all the sadder, then, when he told them that he couldn’t go. “It’s this goddam Mortimer account,” he said, shaking his head. “They’re threatening to pull out.”
“Hand it over to Jackson?” Max offered. “Or Maguire?”
Dad shook his head. “It has to be me. I’ve always dealt with them. They won’t talk to anybody else. I’ll catch up. You two go ahead.”
They did.
Max drove through the sweltering heat and Rachel sat beside him. “Are you excited?” Max said.
“Yes,” Rachel replied.
But she knew this trip would not be one of cultural awakening. It would be one of sexual awakening. She knew she should appreciate it more, and she blamed herself for not being able to. But how could she? She had learned of the father-daughter trip only two months ago. For three years she had fantasized about Max. She found herself looking at his arms as he gripped the steering wheel, at the definition of them, at the curve of his triceps.
On a mad urge, she reached out and grabbed his arm. She squeezed, and felt the hardness of the muscles. It was like marble, completely solid. She felt that she could push against that for days and not budge it an inch. It was solid rock. “Having fun there?” Max said, smiling as she squeezed his arm, explored the muscle.
“Yes,” Rachel said honestly. “I am, actually.”
“You’re a horny little thing, do you know that?”
“Me?” Rachel laughed. “I’m not the one who felt you up on an elephant, if you remember. And it wasn’t me who woke you up in the middle of the night for a quick kiss.”
“I couldn’t help myself,” he said simply. “I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“Hmm, you’re a devil.”
“Perhaps. But, seriously Rachel, I’ve thought about you so much for these three years. Do you realize how sexy you are? Do you have any idea?”
“No,” she said. “Guys have shown interest but . . . no one like you.” Did that sound as pathetic as I think it did? she thought in horror.
“Guys like
me?”
“Older men ripped billionaires,” she explained.
“Ah, yeah, I can see that.”
Suddenly he made a left turn off the main road, down a dirt-track, and stopped amidst a copse of trees. Rachel said nothing until they stopped. Then, “Why are we here?”
“I did a little research last night. Apparently there’s a pond in those trees that’s meant to be quite romantic.”
“Romantic?” Rachel laughed. “Since when are you romantic?”
“Since now, I suppose. You up for a walk?”
“Lead the way.”
He left the car and walked over sun-baked earth toward the trees. Rachel followed, her legs feel wobbly and unsteady. She had the distinct feeling that she was walking through a dream: that she would open her eyes and be staring at her apartment ceiling, imagining that she was in this exotic place with this incredible man. But when they walked into the trees, which were like a mini-woods out here in the middle of nowhere, Rachel felt the twigs beneath her feet and the cooling effect of the shade.
They didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, and Rachel felt the pressure mounting. It was a physical sensation in her head. She knew she would have to tell him; she could not tell him. He would know . . . if this went the way it was looking like it would go, he would know. She wouldn’t be able to pretend.
She stopped walking, and cleared her throat. He stopped, and turned to her. “Is something wrong?” he said.
She took a deep breath. The words were in her throat; the words wanted to come out. But for some reason they wouldn’t. It was like they didn’t want to be spoken. Perhaps she didn’t want to ruin this. Perhaps she didn’t want to scare him away. Perhaps she didn’t want to devalue this experience. Whatever it was, it was strong. Max stepped forward and laid his hands upon her shoulders. They had been firm before; now they were somehow soft.
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