I worked on controlling my breathing, closing my eyes and concentrating on the massage he was giving me. I could feel my heart beat between my legs and a tingle in my nipples. When I felt his mouth on my stomach, my eyes flew open. He slipped his finger inside me and stroked me slowly. Camille sat on the side of the bed, her hand still playing in her panties. She had set the phone down on the table beside the bed, propping it up to continue the footage.
Robert stretched toward her and kissed her hard, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Her body responded, leaning toward him.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
I watched as he slipped his hand into her panties and stroked her. She moved like a wave in the ocean, her hands gripping her chest and pulling on her nipples. She put her hand behind her and lifted her butt off the mattress as he stroked her. Her hips grinded against his hand and he slowed his actions down until she started panting heavily. Her pants turned to grunts,and she stared at him with a dead stare, her body shaking to orgasm. She groaned and threw her head back until she collapsed onto the bed.
“Holy shit that was good,” she said, her chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths. “I owe you one.”
She turned to her side and watched as he turned his attention back to me. My mouth was gaping open, and I realized I was staring.
“Now,” he said. “Where were we?”
He pulled my hips up and turned my body around until I was lying on my stomach with my arms stretched out over my head. He hoisted my hips up in the air putting me on my knees with my butt in the air. He lifted my chest up off the mattress and placed the pillow under my head before lowering me back down. I wasn’t sure what he was planning until I heard the smack and felt pain sear through my right butt cheek. I wanted to yell at him at first, but I forced an open mind as he slapped me again in the same spot. The pain seared through me again but this time he rubbed it with his hand, his fingers grazing over my pussy. When his hand came down on my cheek again the pain mixed with the arousal I was still feeling and when he caressed me it stimulated me. I gasped and pushed my butt back toward him.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Yes,” I choked out. “Please.”
“You want me to spank you again, Olivia?”
I nodded, closing my eyes in anticipation. He rubbed the spot and slapped me again causing pain to push against my pussy walls. My arousal wrapped around every part of me and my body trembled for more. He slid his fingers inside me and fucked me with them as he slapped my cheek again. I thought I was going to cum the very next time he slapped me, but he knew how to play me.
I felt his hands on each side of my hips and his cock pressed against my bottom. When he was able to remove his pants was a mystery to me, but I knew it was time.
“I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a very long time,” he growled.
I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy lips and open me up, and I grabbed the restraints that bound me. He pushed in, moving back and forth allowing just his head to pierce me. He gripped my hips tight,and I heard him take a big breath. He grunted and drove his cock into me until his stomach was against my butt. He stopped as pain pushed through me mixing deliciously with the pleasure he had created within me. I let out the air in my lungs and winced, pushing into him and rocking back and forth. He felt so good inside me. I never wanted it to end.
He gripped my hips and fucked me slowly at first then increased his speed. My libido was bubbling over,and my orgasm was threatening to explode as he moved faster. Camille caressed my breasts with her fingers as she held the phone overhead capturing every incredible moment.
I was panting so hard I felt dizzy again, so I tried taking slower breaths, but my orgasm grabbed hold of me and squeezed every muscle of my body. I couldn’t yell, I couldn’t groan, I couldn’t utter a word. I stiffened, my body rocking uncontrollably until he had thrust into me and came, filling me with everything he had.
He collapsed on the side of me and caressed my body as we calmed ourselves. Camille untied me and clicked the phone off.
“I bet we have some very nice footage of that.”
“Mmmm,” I cooed. “I can hardly wait to review it.”
Robert kissed me as he wrapped his arms around me. “For your eyes only,” he commanded.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Camille cuddled me from the other side, and I listened as their breathing patterned into a deep sleep.
I slowly crawled out from between them and gathered my things, taking my phone and checking for good video. As it played back quietly my mind was everywhere. Did that just happen? Did I just lose my virginity to my ex-best friend’s father? Oh, what I wouldn’t do to see precious Susan’s face when she found out her perfect daddy cheated on her perfect mommy, crushing her entire perfect world.
Chapter 6
Monday morning came, and my body still reminded me of the events from the weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I had watched the video at least a dozen times since then. I didn’t know someone could orgasm that many times in a weekend and I began to think something was wrong with me, but I smiled and hit the play button again. I turned up the sound as I got into the shower and got ready for work, wondering how Robert was going to react to me.
My fingers slid between my legs, and I masturbated to the sounds of Robert fucking me. I pulled the shower head from its holder and strengthened the force of the water. I moved the head to my pussy and allowed the water to hit it just right until I came hard.
Walking into the office, I held my head a little higher. I walked with a confidence I didn’t think I had before. I settled into my chair, feeling the contours of the shape and I wiggled my ass back and forth. I barely turned my computer on when my phone buzzed.
“Good morning,” I said, holding Robert’s button down.
“Morning, Miss Jenkins.”
“Back to formality, I see,” I teased.
“We are in the office, Miss Jenkins. There is a time and a place.”
“Yes, sir.”
I couldn’t help but feel the sexual tension begin to build again, regardless of how formal or professional he was trying to be.
“When you get a moment, please come into my office.”
I smoothed out my blouse and picked up the morning files on my desk. He wants to jump right back into work; I can be professional too, I thought. I walked to his office and went inside.
“Shut the door,” he said, not looking up from his computer.
He didn’t look pleased. I set the files on the edge of his desk and sat across from him.
“Don’t sit,” he commanded. “Come here.”
I felt a twinge of something deep in my stomach, wondering if it was fear or arousal. I walked to his side and waited for his next command.
“Do you mind telling me what the fuck this is?”
He held his hand out toward his computer screen and I saw the familiar video of our special night together playing on his screen. Arousal struck me as I watched it play out. I had forgotten that I told Camille to email it to him as soon as she had gotten it.
I touched his shoulder with my fingertip and ran it down his arm, but he pulled back and grabbed my arms pulling me to him. I gasped feeling a warmth surround my pussy.
“This is not a joke, Olivia.”
“No, it’s not.” My lips parted, and I felt the heat from his breath.
“You had better explain and fast.”
“Well, I will admit I had ulterior motives in mind when I asked Camille to video our little sex act, but things have changed since then.”
“I don’t understand,” he huffed, holding my arms tighter.
“I wanted revenge.”
“Revenge? On me? For what? I’ve been nothing but good to you.”
“Not on you, Robert. On your daughter.”
“My daughter? I don’t understand.”
“She was my best friend. I thought she was so perfect,
her family, her life, her looks and our relationship, until I caught her with my boyfriend. I wanted to ruin her perfect life, and how better to do so than to send a video of her cheating father to his wife?”
“You are…!”
“Hold on. I’m not going to send it. I have changed my mind.”
“Why would you do this, Olivia?”
“It was nothing against you. You just got caught in the line of fire, but lucky for you, I have changed my mind.”
“So, now what?”
I leaned in and kissed his gaping mouth and slid my tongue along his bottom lip.
“You were so fucking good Saturday night. I don’t want it to end. I want to be your sexual play toy.”
“Are you serious?”
“If you don’t turn me away and you allow me the pleasure,” I cupped his balls and caressed him through his pants “of your company, I won’t release the video to anyone.”
“You are one sick woman.”
“No, obsessed maybe, but not sick.” I straddled his legs and sat down dangling my arms over his shoulders. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want someone who is willing to do whatever you want her to do whenever you want it.” I kissed him again, and he finally responded forcing his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me into him, his cock pushing up into me. When he released me, I smiled. “I take that as a yes?”
“Do I have any other choice?”
“You do, but I think you want to keep your marriage. As long as I’m happy, your marriage will be too. It’s the ultimate revenge, don’t you think?”
His cynical laugh melted my heart as he pulled my panties over from underneath my skirt and fingered me at his desk. A knock on the door was ignored,and for the entire morning, our private meeting climaxed to great heights.
Story 4
As always, when I was on stage, everything else melted away. Nothing mattered, except the pounding drums, the throbbing guitar, and my own voice. The magic of the music filled me and lifted me and made my life much more manageable.
It was like sex.
No, it was better than sex. It took me out of myself and made me part of something bigger.
This made it all worth it.
Pouring sweat, high on adrenaline and the cheers of the crowd, I bounced offstage. I knew I was a mess, my long blonde hair tangled hopelessly, my body glistening with sweat, but I didn’t care. It was all worth it.
Even as exhausted as I was, I was pretty much skipping as I bounced into the backstage area. I was grinning at everyone I saw, happy with the world, at peace. The good feeling wouldn’t last very long, I knew, but it sure was fun while I had it.
Then I saw him.
My bodyguard, apparently. I had never asked for a bodyguard, had never wanted one, but my agent had decided I was a big enough deal now. I needed one, she’d argued, because now that my music was playing on radios and I was supposed to do some videos, some psycho might decide to come after me.
Who watched videos anymore, anyway?
Anyhow, one look at Liam and the good feeling was gone.
Not that Liam wasn’t good to look at. He definitely was, with those broad shoulders and long legs, not to mention those dark, flashing eyes.
But God, was he ever boring.
Eye candy or not, he was always there, always hovering, watching everything I did. He wouldn’t talk to me, and he was always wearing some stupid, stuffy suit. It was ridiculous.
Needless to say, I had no use for him at all. But it would have been a pain in the ass to get rid of him, and even if I did, I was sure he’d just be replaced with some sort of carbon copy of himself.
At first, I’d tried to be friendly with him, like I am with pretty much everyone, but he’d never been interested. He’d barely said two words to me. So, though it had felt strange at first, I felt no real compunction about it when I breezed past him without even looking at him.
I would have thought it was rude for anyone else, but for him, it was just normal. It’s what he honestly seemed to prefer, if he had any preferences at all. He seemed almost like a robot or something, completely emotionless. Or a Vulcan.
One of the sound guys stopped me backstage, putting a hand on my shoulder. I could feel Liam staring, ready to step in at a moment’s notice, and I wanted to roll my eyes.
I’d always been pretty touchy feely, but it was annoying to have him there, like anyone that touched me was going to rip my head off or something. It sort of took something away from the experience.
Not to mention my sex life. After that amazing concert, I’d be pretty happy to get laid, but with Liam hulking around, that was a bit more difficult. He tended to scare away potential partners.
“Natalie, your brother is waiting in your dressing room,” the guy said, with a friendly smile that made me realize once more just how annoying Liam was. I guess famous or rich people just get used to them, but I hadn’t yet. I tried to just ignore him, but somehow, I couldn’t.
“My brother? Thanks,” I said, and pulled away from the guy. That was strange. My brother was all the way back home in Omaha, and he hadn’t told me he was coming to the concert.
I knew my family supported me, but since I’d had to relocate to Los Angeles when I signed my contract with the record label, they could hardly be expected to drop everything and come to all of my concerts.
Still, it was pretty cool if Nate had actually done so. I missed him, and my sister, and my parents, more than I would have expected back when I was home with them. It would be really good to see him.
It was a good night. An amazing concert, and now I got to see a family member. Even Liam trailing me like a very buff, strong, gorgeous, but obnoxious puppy didn’t ruin my mood.
“Nate,” I called out happily as I yanked open the door without hesitation or caution. I was vaguely aware of Liam behind me, a hulking, menacing presence, but I was so pleased to get to see my brother, I didn’t even care. Or not that much, anyway.
From there, things started to happen very quickly.
That’s not Nate …
That was all I could summon to mind before the man charged at me, grabbing me by the shoulders. He wasn’t my brother. He wasn’t anyone in my family. I didn’t even know him, and I gave a cry of surprise and fear as he pulled me into the room.
He was a big man, fat but also muscular. He had long, greasy dark hair and these intense, crazed light green eyes. He pulled me to him, and I smelled sweat, dirty sweat, which almost made me gag.
“I’m your biggest fan,” he said, his breath puffing in my face. In that moment, I tasted death, and I felt my heart clench up tight in my chest, paralyzing me. I struggled to try to free myself from that grip, but he had me so tight I could barely move.
And then he was gone. Just like that, with only the lingering stench of his horrific body odor to remind me of his hands on me. My whole body shuddered with revulsion, and I watched as Liam sprung into action.
Sometimes, I wondered if he could do more than follow me around and be annoying. I’d certainly never seen him move very quickly before. All of my doubts were blown away when I saw him move then.
In seconds, in the time it took me to blink once, the man who had attacked me was on the floor, with Liam crouched over him. Liam had his hand around the stranger’s neck and was pinning him down, and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of compromise in his stern, handsome face.
Wow.
Seemed like the guy could come in handy after all.
I fell into a chair, my legs too shaky to hold me up. At the same time, though, I was no damsel in distress, and I scrambled for my cell phone to call the cops.
It was over so quickly, but I had to wonder if I would ever really feel safe again.
“Natalie, are you okay?” Liam asked, and even as freaked as I was, I had to give a little smirk. It turned out that he did know my name. I’d sort of been wondering. He could even talk, which I hadn’t been sure about before.
“I’m
fine,” I whispered, but it wasn’t really true.
* * *
Hours later, it was really all over. The police had come and taken our statements, and the crazed stranger who had attacked me was safely in their custody. I was shaking, but I was pretty sure I was keeping it under wraps as much as possible.
No one else seemed to notice, anyway, but I learned right then and there that Liam noticed pretty much everything. He didn’t even hesitate; he just grabbed my wrist and swept me away, taking me home.
Once safely in my own home (if I would ever feel safe again), Liam pulled away from me. On some instinctive level, I didn’t want that. I needed him, or someone, close to me. A huge, strong man seemed to help quite a lot with the whole safely lesson, and without thinking, I stepped close to him.
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