His smile turned slightly nervous as he moved his arms from around her waist. Her heart fell in disappointment for one moment before he dropped to his knee and pulled a velvet box out of his back pocket.
“Emily Pratchett,” he said. “Will you marry me?”
The box opened to reveal a small, simply diamond ring. It gleamed in the moonlight and Emily couldn’t help but think it was the most perfect thing she had ever seen in her life.
She grinned so widely that her cheeks hurt as she lunged forward, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as hard as she could.
Wobbling slightly, he stood, box still in hand as he wrapped his arms around her.
When they finally pulled apart, he was wearing that dazed and pleased smile he sometimes got when she stayed the night with him. Like he didn’t know if she was real or a dream.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Of course, it is!” she said.
Taking the ring out of the box, he fitted it perfectly onto her left hand. She took half a moment to admire it before reaching forward and kissing him again.
This time, he gave himself to her fully, pouring everything he had into this kiss. And, as he pressed his body against hers, she felt a certain heat that told her they were not going to stay on the porch for long.
Sure enough, his hand reached behind her, caressing the small of her back and moving lower to wander over her ass, her thighs, until his hand moved between them, lifted the skirt of her dress and touched her just over her underwear.
A slight gasp came up from her as the warm, summer breeze turned into a slightly crisp chill as it sometimes did and hit against her legs. She pulled away just slightly from him, looking into his grey eyes still covered by his spectacles.
“Shouldn’t we take this into the bedroom?” she asked sweetly. Taking his hand and planning on leading him. He, however, stayed firmly in place.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think I’d like to stay out here.”
“Out here?” she asked. His smile widened and he wrapped his arms around her once more pulling her into him. He kissed her fiercely, one hand on her back while the other continued its path between her legs.
Just as he reached over her underwear, he moved his lips to her ear.
“I want to make love to you under the stars,” he said. “I guess it’s the romantic in me.”
Just as she was about to answer with something either cheeky or flirty, his fingers dipped beneath her underwear and began to circle her clit.
“Oh!” she gasped. She felt him chuckle as he kissed down her neck and she could feel his member growing harder beneath his trousers.
His lips kissed further down until he reached the tops of her swollen breasts. Moving one hand from the small of her back as the other teased her folds, he pulled the sleeves of her dress down so that nothing but her bra showed.
She groaned in disapproval when his hand moved from beneath her underwear to pull her dress fully down and off her body.
The breeze hit against her skin causing Emily to shiver with cold for just a moment before Kurt moved his lips back to hers.
He kissed her deeply as he unbuckled her bra. She heard it fall to the ground to join the dress now pooled at her ankles. A moment later, his hands moved to her underwear and slid them down her thighs.
He pulled back from her and she shivered once again. Aware for the first time that she was outside, open, in the elements and completely naked.
An instinct to cover herself came to mind before she looked up at Kurt. He was staring at her with that awed expression again. As though he couldn’t quite believe she was human. As though he thought a Goddess from one of his beloved constellations had appeared in his home. Now, it was his duty to worship her with his body.
“God,” he whispered. “You are so beautiful.”
Emily’s cheeks grew warm despite the cold. Even after weeks of her baby bump showing, it was still hard to believe that this man thought she was beautiful.
He moved slowly to her and kissed her quickly before pulling away just slightly. His lips still hovering over hers.
“I know you think I’m lying,” he said. “I know you don’t feel very beautiful right now. But, you are. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Let me prove it to you.”
With that, his lips dipped to her collar bone and began kissing their way down her body. They reached her swollen breast and moved to one erect nipple. Taking it in his mouth, he began to swirl and suck until Emily’s body began to shiver. Not from the cold this time, but from his touch, Kurt’s touch on her body.
She gave a small moan as he moved his mouth to the other nipple and paid it the same attention. Soon, his lips moved lower. He kissed across her torso and finally landed on her swollen abdomen.
Looking up at her, his eyes as sincere as she had ever seen them, he placed a lingering kiss just above her belly button. Just where she knew the baby, their baby was. She smiled down at him before he allowed his lips to trail lower.
“Oh, God!” she gasped when he reached the space between her thighs.
His tongue swirled and licked and sucked in the most perfect rhythm. Her hands moved to his light brown hair. Twisting inside the soft locks and pressing him further to her. Urging his tongue to taste her, to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
When he flicked his tongue one final time over her desire, she felt her legs begin to give way. Grabbing hold of his hair, a loud sound like a whine rose from her throat as she pulled at him so hard she was afraid she might find light brown strands of hair that she’d pulled out fisted in her hands.
With a last cry, she felt her body sink back. For a moment, she imagined herself hitting her bare bottom on the wood of the porch. Before she did, however, a strong arm caught her.
Kurt wrapped one arm around her waist and moved another under her legs.
“Now, I think, we can finish this in the bed,” he told her.
With surprising strength, he picked her up, opened the door and, without bothering to close it, laid her out on the soft covers that made up the bed they now shared.
“You’re a little over dressed, aren’t you?” she asked slightly breathless, looking him up and down.
“I’m just about to fix that,” he said. Immediately, he took off his fogged-up glasses and set them on the bedside table.
She moved to lay on her side and put her hand under her head to prop it up as she watched him slowly unbutton his shirt revealing a torso that was slightly pale but very nicely toned. Soon, his pants and underwear were divested in the same way.
As he came to her on the bed, she couldn’t help but marvel at him in the same way he’d seemed to adore her. She couldn’t help but wonder how she’d gotten so lucky to have a handsome, kind, intelligent man, in bed next to her.
He reached over and pulled her gently towards him. Their bodies were touching now. Almost completely entwined but not quite yet.
Kurt kissed her lips tenderly, stroking her curly red hair as he did.
“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away. With those words, that whisper, he slid, slowly into her.
Their pace was not hurried or frantic or desperate. It was not like the first time they had come together in this bed. This time, neither of them had anything to prove, neither of them were starved for love or attention.
This time, this act, their love was a gift they gave freely to one another. It was free and open and somehow, more sensual than any of the frantic fumbling that had come before.
This time, when Kurt grunted his release, she knew that it was for her alone. And, when she cried out, she knew this was a gift she was giving to him.
They remained together for a long while afterward. Eyes closed in a blissful, sleepy stupor.
“Emily?” Kurt asked finally.
“Hmm?” Emily replied sleepily.
“We’re going to be a family,” he said. She opened her eyes to find that his were still closed. But, there was a ha
lf surprised, half proud smirk playing on his lips. As though he’d just fully realized the extent of what his proposal to her had meant.
She couldn’t help but smile back. Her voice was laced with amusement when she answered.
“Yes, Kurt. Yes, we are.”
The Big Billionaire's Plaything
By: Sally Neilson
The Big Billionaire's Plaything
© July 2017 – All rights reserved
By Sally Neilson,
Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.
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Chapter 1
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Kalyn whispered.
The snip, snip, snip of scissors sounded in the salon. Kalyn breathed in and was glad that her client, Kelly, who came in regularly to turn her thin graying hair blonde, didn’t hear her. Kelly was busy flashing her fingers over her phone and not paying attention to the way that Kalyn sculpted the older woman’s hair.
The salon was busy but that didn’t mean anything for Kalyn, at least not in monetary terms. All the seats were filled. A woman getting a pixie in the first chair with Deborah, a man getting a high and tight from Mel in the second, and a woman getting a color and cut in Kalyn’s. The cut was easy for Kalyn, she’d been to beauty school, she’d cut thousands of mannequins then moved on to live models then had started at one hair salon after another. None of them seemed to work out for her.
“I want a change,” the woman in Deborah’s chair said. “I don’t want it to be too risky though. I know a pixie is a little edgy but I don’t want it to be too edgy.”
Deborah rolled her eyes and winked at Kalyn.
“I think I know what you mean. It’s important to push the envelope but still be able to mail the letter.”
“Yes. Yes. Exactly,” the woman replied.
Kalyn’s feet were getting tired and she was pushing the boundaries of what she could take. A lot of salon work meant that hairdressers, like Kalyn, were on their feet for hours at a time. It made her feet ache. The first hour or two of the day would be okay then slowly the pain would creep in. At first a tinge, then a dull throb, then finally full-fledged pain.
She hovered her hands over Kelly’s head which tired out her traps as well. She wished she could exercise more to make herself stronger, then maybe she’d be able to stabilize herself in the position for a bit longer but the salon didn’t pay that well and she didn’t have time. So, there was the ache of standing and the nagging sensation in her arms from holding them aloft for hours on end.
Each day was an exercise in exhaustion. Back strain, muscle tension, break outs from all the stress and carpal tunnel along with foot and shoulder pain. Kalyn tried not to think of all the clothes that she’d ruined from hair color dye or the blouses with bleach spots. She set down the scissors and looked at her hands. They were cracked and dry from all the washing and sanitizing.
Kalyn shook her head and inhaled the combination of bleach and dye that rose from Kelly’s head. People didn’t respect hairdressers these days. It was a lot harder than most people thought. She’d dreamt of cutting people’s hair and creating magnificent styles for days on end. She looked away from Kelly and thought of her apprenticeship and the hair show that had been her crowning achievement.
The studio had been packed. She’d gotten 10 women and 3 men to let her do their hair and make-up. The show had been themed of course. It was gothic romantic. The models were all dressed in lace and black. The outfits were minimal to highlight the hair and she’d received a more than a dozen bouquets of flowers from various other students and teachers. It had been a proud moment for her.
Peter hadn’t come. He rarely did. She’d finally decided to end things with him after that. He wasn’t showing up to the events, he didn’t do his share of the work at home, and mainly sat around complaining, wanting Kalyn to come crawling to him for his every beck and call.
“I am thinking about a new moisturizer,” Kelly said aloud.
Her crocodile skin could certainly use some moisturizer, Kalyn thought.
“But a lot of them are expensive and I’m not really sure exactly what I should get. Maybe I’ll just get botox,” Kelly continued. “Do you know of a good spot for Botox?”
“Usually the face but personally I like my botulinum toxin injected into my chin area that way there is paralysis and I can’t move a muscle,” Deborah said.
“I’ve been working on my muscles a lot lately,” Kelly said. “I started doing high intensity interval training. My personal trainer is very big into it. He works with a lot of people in San Francisco. Right after he trained with me he had a meeting with one of the CEOs of Yelp about a potential fitness app. Our session went long.”
It was Kalyn’s turn to roll her eyes and she stared at Kelly for a moment. She could feel Deborah grown behind her and even Mel was tsking under her breath. The man that was in Mel’s chair seemed oblivious to everything except for Mel’s ass which he kept his eyes glued on almost turning himself around in his chair to keep an eye on her dearie.
“I remember you said that you liked your personal trainer,” Kalyn said. She knew how to butter people up and how to keep them going. It was an important trait in a service job like hairdressing. You relied on repeat customers and you relied on their tips. Some of her customers Kalyn actually enjoyed and cared about and for the rest, well she was good at wearing a mask.
“Yes. He’s magnificent. Top of the line really. Also costs me a fortune,” Kelly said.
Everything cost Kelly a fortune despite her ability to come up with riches continually. Kelly was a well fed and well cared for Walnut Creek wife who came into Oakland every month for her color and clip from Kalyn. She’d followed Kalyn since she’d been cutting at a studio in Marin. Kelly often talked about how edgy Oakland was and how exciting being around all the energy of the city was.
“How many times a week are you seeing him now,” Kalyn asked. She looked at Kelly’s hair and then looked at the clock. These colorings were taking longer and longer as Kelly’s hair was getting grayer and grayer. Kelly could also be quite fussy about the whole process.
“I see him three times a week,” Kelly said. “More than my husband and to be honest I’m glad of it.”
“You don’t want to see your man,” Deborah said.
“And he doesn’t want to see me. We have a pact of mutually agreed destruction. We don’t ever meet and when we do there are others skilled in the art of negotiation there. After you’ve been with someone as long as I have you’ll understand. Love withers and fades and the handsome young stud next to you becomes a withered bag of bones. Paul, that’s my trainer, he’s not withered at all. The exact opposite,” Kelly said with a smile.
“You aren’t,” Kalyn said.
“I don’t kiss and tell but I have been known to kiss and whisper.”
“Isn’t having an affair risky,” Kalyn said.
“It’s not if you are good at it. My husband is not. He’s been having an affair for so long. As these rich powerful men are. They lose interest in everything, especially their wives.”
“I should saddle up with a poor man then. He’ll be too worried about paying the bills to be hustling around on the side,” Deborah said.
“Or you could have no man at all,” Mel interjected.
The man in her chair looked suddenly disheartened by Mel’s words. He slouched in his seat and Mel had to pull him up straight in order to continue the haircut.
Kelly continued to talk about her affair and the hairdressers and their clients
found out about all the dirty details despite Kelly’s insistence that she wasn’t telling that much. There wasn’t much left to the imagination, the size, shape, and color of every part of Kelly’s trainer’s body were revealed along with its various capabilities and the length of period they worked.
Kalyn was a little jealous of Kelly’s active love life and her ability to keep herself comfortable with nothing more than the generosity of her “withered” husband.
After Kelly was all done she rose from her chair.
“Gentlemen prefer blondes,” she said and she spun around in the salon. Kalyn had done a good job and the hair was platinum. It made Kelly’s sun kissed skin glow strong and took years off her face.
“It looks great,” Deborah said. She wasn’t especially fond of Kelly and usually sniped at the older lady when she came in. Kelly never noticed her sarcasm.
“Would,” Mel said.
The man in her chair sunk even lower into his chair and so Mel kicked him out and sent him to the front to pay.
“Well ladies. I’ll see you later. Ta ta for now,” Kelly said. She walked out the door pushing it wide open and letting some of the evening sun into the studio.
The salon was located on 40th street between Broadway and Telegraph. It was a new shop and had been opened by a friend of Mel’s. Mel had recruited Kalyn and Deborah with the promise of never ending business with rich white ladies. The majority of their clientele was indeed rich white ladies, who else could afford the San Francisco at the time, but the business was never ending and Kalyn was free after her cut with Kelly.
She cleaned up her station and walked outside. The orange sun of Oakland’s summer was setting. It cast an almost pinkish light upon the street as if a ripe grapefruit had been opened and its colors had spilled across the city. Kalyn took a deep breath and then walked to her car.
It wasn’t that late and with no more clients at the salon and the coming bills Kalyn did what she normally did when she had time to kill she turned on her Uber app. The first ride came in a few minutes later.
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