“I have fresh cut fruit and chocolate cake for dessert,” he said.
“I love chocolate cake,” I said.
“I know,” he nodded.
“How do you see your life playing out without Liam?” he asked. It was a bold question. I hadn’t thought about it. I didn’t want to think about it.
“I don’t know. I guess I don’t like thinking about it.” I looked down at my food.
“Well you should. You don’t have to be with him, Norah. I know he makes you feel like he owns you, but he doesn’t. If you leave him Norah you can have a brighter life,” he smiled and took a bite of his food.
I thought his words were very ironic. My future could be bright, but the girl down the hall was living in the dark. He says Liam acts as if he owns me, but apparently he had the same feelings for this girl.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t treat me as if you owned me?” I crossed my hands against my chest.
“Well I believe you and I could reach some happy medium.”
“Liam and I have a happy medium.”
“Do you really?”
“Well we use to,” I looked down. I had to remember I was trying to sell a bill of goods. Unfortunately I didn’t like talking as if Liam was part of my past.
“He use to like that I have my own mind, my own wants and my own ambition. But recently,” tears started to build in my eyes. They were real. Not for the reason Nick thought but they were real. He touched my hand.
“Hey Norah, you don’t have to talk about it. I’m just glad you’re here,” he said, then he stood up. “Come with me, I want to show you something.” I wiped my face and followed him out of the room.
We got in a very small elevator and went up three floors. When we got out there was a large room in front of us. The walls were covered in art and there were statues in random places.
“This is my art room,” he held out his hand welcoming me to look around. He had originals from Renoir, Da Vinci, and Monet.
I walked up to one of the original Renoir’s. It was a painting of a women reading a book.
“It’s called ‘Women Reading’,” he was standing behind me.
“Original title,” I said.
“The original was done in 1875,” he paused. “Have you ever seen the movie ‘American Hustle’?” he asked.
“Ah, no I haven’t.”
“Well a few years ago, I found this young man working in Sydney. His name was Ramone. He was an artist and he had learned to perfect famous artists works. He had painted so many fraudulent paintings but he was able to sell them as originals. People were paying a lot of money for his work.” I turned to face him.
“So being that he was able to recreate work from Renoir and Monet, I ask you,” he paused and looked down at me, “who is the real master?” he winked at me and walked to the next painting.
“Are you telling me that these aren’t really originals?” I asked.
“You tell me?” he said. I was sure he was trying to make a point but I wasn’t sure what it was. I followed him around the room and then walked around to look at the statues. He walked up behind me again and pulled my hips closer to him. His hands were on my hips and he left them there. I wanted to move but I knew I shouldn’t.
His hands started to move up my body and then rested on my shoulders. He was standing very close to me. I could feel him behind me.
“Norah,” he whispered directly in my ear. His breath was warm and smelled like cinnamon. He ran his nose over my earlobe and kissed my neck. I tried to respond in a positive way so I moved my head to the left to give him more access.
“Norah, you smell so good. Like chocolate,” he breathed against me.
“It’s the cake,” I mumbled. He leaned up and took my hand.
“Come with me,” his eyes were soft. We walked back to the study and he motioned for me to sit on the couch.
As soon as I sat down, he sat down beside me and leaned in closer to me.
First he brought my chin up so he could look at me. He kissed my forehead and pressed his forehead against mine.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Norah,” he panted. He kissed my lips and ran his fingers through my hair and then down my back. He pulled at my waist and picked me up and made me straddle his lap. He kissed my lips, my neck and my shoulders. He kissed everything that wasn’t covered with fabric. His hands moved between my breasts and my thighs.
I wasn’t sure how far I was going to let this go. I tried to keep him interested and show him I was into this but I just wanted him to stop. I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t want his mouth on me. But I needed him to trust me, I needed him to let me in.
He moved us so he was laying on top of me and he pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist.
“I want you, Norah. I have to have you,” he panted.
“I can’t Nick,” I panted back at him. “I can’t do this right now.” He leaned back and looked in my eyes. I touched the sides of his face.
“I want to, but I just need to have a clear head and right now it’s a little…foggy. Please don’t be mad.” He leaned up and moved away from me.
“I’m not mad,” he said. “Just disappointed.” His phone rang again and he stood up. “Excuse me,” he walked to the side of the room and answered his phone.
I stood up and straightened out my dress. I walked over to the desk and took a tissue from a box so I could wipe my face. His desk was very neatly organized. He had one of those old large calendars taking up most of the space, a Chicago White Soxx coffee cup with pens and pencils in it, some post it notes, an envelope opener, a pair of scissors and paperclips. His laptop was folded closed in the middle. I also saw a picture of a little boy wearing overalls and playing with a little red truck. I picked it up.
“That is my nephew,” he said from behind me. “His name is Travis.” I turned to look at him.
“I didn’t know you had a…sibling,” I hesitated again.
“Sister. Little sister. She lives in Chicago with her husband and son. She fell in love with the town when she went to college.”
“Thus the coffee mug,” I smiled.
“Yes. She has convinced me to like baseball. I guess I am a White Soxx fan,” he smiled back.
“I should go. It’s late.” I put the picture back on his desk. I wondered if his little sister and nephew knew what a sadistic asshole he was.
He walked me to the car and stood beside the door.
“Well Norah, it’s been another interesting evening. I hope you come back soon,” he leaned down again and kissed my cheek. Just as I pulled away he grabbed my hand.
“I know you want to do things your way this time, and I am going along with it for now. I have realized that trying to force you into something isn’t going to get me the outcome I desire. I am trying to be patient, Norah, because I know you are going through a confusing time. But you will have to make a decision soon.”
“Thank you, Mr. Meyers. I enjoyed myself. I will call you soon.” I got in the car and pulled out my cell phone to call John.
I took his last little lecture as a warning. I knew what a bastard Nick could be. He was warning me that if I didn’t move along faster he would move along with my consent. He was trying to be a gentlemen and let me decide this time, but he was willing to be forceful if he had too. I was just hoping that his patience would last for a few more encounters so I could figure out how to free the girl and ruin him. I wanted my husband. I needed my husband. He would know what to do.
As soon as I got home I ran upstairs and took a long hot shower hoping to get all of the Nick Meyers off of me.
Chapter Nine
Liam
The next day Amir invited me to his home for lunch. I quickly made up dinner plans so I wouldn’t have to stay.
The day after that I told him I had a business meeting when he called and invited me to a pool party at his townhome.
“Why did you turn him down?” Shaw shouted in the phone. “You have to play nice
with these men. You have to make friends. He wants you at his home, then you go!”
“Look I know the view is really nice from the cheap seats but I am the one with my neck on the line. I’m sorry if I don’t want to expose it more than I have to!” I shouted back.
“I’m going to the damn auction on Friday and that should be good enough!” I slammed down the phone.
The evening of the auction had finally arrived and I was anxious. I remembered the night I bought Norah I was nervous and very excited. I couldn’t wait to see the women and get my hands on one. When I finally saw Norah, nothing else mattered to me.
None of the other girls in the auction could compare to her. I had to have her no matter the cost. After I won her, after I knew she was mine, I couldn’t wait to get her home and have my way with her.
It didn’t exactly work out that way back then and it wouldn’t work out that way tonight either. I wasn’t excited but anxious. Anxious to get it over with.
I wore a black suit. Norah always told me how handsome and sometimes intimidating I looked in black. I splashed a little after shave behind my ears, clasped on the watch Norah had given me as a Christmas present, and adjusted the cufflinks my father had left me.
I got into the car and made the short 15 minute drive to a private place where the party and auction were being held.
I had a tracker in my shoe, belt buckle and they even had taken one of the cufflinks apart and put one in there. The buttons on my shirt were little microphones and one was a camera. Agent Shaw had insisted none of it would be detected. I just hoped they didn’t dunk me in water again.
“Welcome Mr. Hastings,” a large man said as I walked in the door. Another man came over and took my finger prints and patted me down, then escorted me to an elevator. It reminded me of the elevator I had ridden in the hotel the night I bought Norah.
The man entered a code in the panel and up we went.
When the doors opened everything was dark. Another man nodded at me and told me to follow him, which I did. We walked down a long hallway to a doorway covered by a curtain. He opened the curtain just enough for me to walk inside.
The room was dark, only lit by a few candles, a red light and a lamp that made a star effect on the ceiling.
There was a large stage with several pole dancers swinging around to techno music and two large screens on each side of the stage with a shadow dancer behind a big screen.
There was a smoke machine in the corner and every few minutes a puff of smoke would blow out all over the room. It made seeing things clearly a little difficult.
“Mr. Hastings,” Amir said from behind me. “I’m glad you joined us.” He motioned to a young man walking around with a tray and asked him to bring us a drink. The boy walked to the back of the room where there was a small bar and ordered the drinks from a blue haired bartender.
“Rashad has a little present for you,” he said when he took the drinks from the tray.
“Really?” I smiled and took a sip of the dark liquor. “His presents scare me,” I winked. Which was absolutely true.
“Oh no need to be afraid Mr. Hastings. This present will be a lot of fun,” he nodded behind us and Rashad was making his way to us. He held out his hand and I shook it.
“Mr. Hastings,” he said. “Good to see you. Are you looking forward to this evenings activities?” he asked.
“Yes, I am,” which was true. I was looking forward to getting it over with and going back to my wife.
“I have a small gift for you before we get started,” he motioned for the young waiter to refill our drinks and told him to bring them to another room.
“Yes, Amir was just telling me about it,” I followed him to a corner where he moved another curtain revealing another room.
This room was small but also dark. It seemed to be filled with couples and they were all engaged, for lack of a better word.
“Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?” he asked. “I don’t have any redheads available tonight,” he took a sip of his drink.
“Blondes,” I lied. Blondes use to be my preference, until I met Norah.
“Isn’t your wife a brunette?” he asked.
“Hence the reason I’m here,” I laughed. They laughed too. I started to feel sick. I wasn’t sure what this present was going to be, but I was sure it was going to require me to do something I didn’t want to do.
He leaned into the ear of another young man, who nodded, looked at me and then walked away. When he returned he had on his arm, a blonde young woman.
“Mr. Hastings,” Rashad said. “This is Amber.” He gestured to the young girl.
She was small, very petite. Her hair was shoulder length and a little curly. Her breasts were small, just the way I liked them. She weighed about 100 lbs if I had to guess…and her eyes. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue.
“Amber,” he turned to the girl, “please take Mr. Hastings into the red room and make sure he enjoys himself. He looks a little tense. He needs to relax before the festivities begin.” He put her hand in mine and I nodded.
“I’ll be in shortly,” he said to me. I took it as a warning.
I followed the young girl into another room and sat down on a red couch. She straddled me.
“Well Mr. Hastings,” she said with her pout lips, “What can I do for you,” she asked. Her accent was Australian. I actually liked the way she said ‘Hastings’.
She ran her hands through my hair and down to my shoulders. “You are very tense,” she added.
“You cannot wrinkle my suit,” I tried to move her.
“Mr. Salam told me you would be a tough nut to crack. But I think you are all bark.” She started to massage my shoulders and worked me out of my jacket. She ran her hands over my body and down to my dick.
“Oh goodness me,” she looked back up to my eyes. “Very impressive,” she winked.
I looked around the room and we were alone. However there were little cameras with red lights on them in the corners and a black window in the corner. I knew we were being watched.
I had two choices. I could refuse this ‘gift’ and bring suspicion upon myself and possibly lose my life. Or I could accept the ‘gift’, play my part, and hopefully make it out of here alive and with a clear record. The choice was easy.
She kept moving her body against mine and I started to move my hands over her as well. I didn’t have to pretend to be attracted or aroused by this girl. I didn’t have to pretend I was a very sexual being. And I certainly didn’t have to pretend I liked the idea of something new.
“You’re very petite,” I panted as she kissed my lips. “How old are you?” I had to know. She looked young. I didn’t want to think about the fact that she very well could be here against her will as well. I just wanted to do whatever I had to do to get out of here.
“I’m 18,” she kissed down my neck and opened my shirt. Her warm hands ran across my chest and down to my belt. My manhood throbbed when she stated her age.
“I want to see you,” she panted. I helped her undo my pants and let my penis spring forward.
“Do you think you can handle that?” I asked.
“Oh, yes sir.” She moved off my lap and took me in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and very wet. She moved up and down like she had a lot of experience with this kind of thing.
I watched her slide my dick inside her mouth, lick the tip and twirl her tongue around the head. Her lips were soft and her mouth moved as if she didn’t have any teeth. Her fingers began to fondle my balls and I actually flinched. But she was a pro. She knew exactly how to touch my package. I could feel myself getting harder in her mouth.
I touched the back of her head and pressed her down deeper.
“Take it all in, baby,” I whispered. She made a slurping noise with her mouth then she released me. She started licking the sides like my dick was her popsicle. The same way Norah always did. I loved watching her lick my penis. Seeing her tongue go up and down on me pleased me to no end. It seemed Ambe
r was just as good at this kind of thing.
“Damn, you’re good at this,” I said.
“Well when you have such a beautiful specimen, it’s really easy,” she smiled.
It felt good. I couldn’t lie about that. I didn’t want it to happen, I didn’t want to betray my wife, but I had to play this stupid game. I didn’t have any cohorts to rely on. I had seen my only partner with this sham have his throat slit right in front of me. I was there to buy a slave, so I couldn’t very well pretend I wasn’t in the mood.
I leaned my head back against the couch just as Rashad Salam and his right hand, Abdul Amir walked in the room. They were smiling and chatting and had women of their own with them.
It wasn’t long before Amir had his hand up the skirt of his girl and started finger fucking her, while Salam had unzipped his pants and was enjoying a standing blowjob.
Amber climbed on my lap and I started kissing her breasts. I pulled off her little lace bra and sucked on her nipples. She had very pretty nipples. Her hands ran over my dick as she hovered over it. The tip kept touching her wet pussy and I was sure any minute she was going to shove me inside her.
I moved my mouth as far down as I could get, which was just above her navel.
“I want you to suck me off,” I panted when I made it back to her ear. “I want to come in that pretty mouth of yours,” I said.
I didn’t think I would be able to look at Norah if I actually fucked another woman, but I could live with being sucked off.
She moved back to her knees and I stood up so I could fuck her face. I moved in and out very fast. I could feel it building inside me and knew I was about to explode. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved myself in as hard and deep as I could. Then I came down her throat.
“Ahhh….yes! Sweet lady.” I held myself in her mouth until I was sure I released all of what I had to give her. Then I pulled away. I grabbed her arms and yanked her off the floor. I didn’t know how to continue, but I needed to keep up the show.
“That was fucking amazing,” I panted. I started to say something else but thankfully Salam stopped me.
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