“Yes!”
“You’re going to come so hard you’ll see stars.”
“Ohhh…”
“You’re mine, aren’t you, Lu?”
I bury my face in her stomach, planting kisses across the soft skin at her navel. She smelled divine, her skin like silk. My cock is painful it’s so hard, as I feel it nudging at her entrance; the heat is scorching. I reach for her breast, kneading it, always amazed how it fits my hand to perfection and pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. She whimpers and begins to thrash, rotating her pussy around the tip of my cock - I can feel her excitement, what my touch is doing to her as liquid heat spills from her and onto me.
Her hands reach for me, graze my chest, my abs, my V and as she makes a play for my cock, I drive into her, my hands on both her thighs for extra support. I hear her sharp inhale at my entry and slow. Fuck have I hurt her?
“Don’t stop, baby… harder!”
Sweet Jesus, whatever I did to deserve this woman, I’ll keep doing it, I promise.
*****
I’m nervous.
I’m not normally so nervous, but tonight’s success or lack-of would change things for Elysium Interiors. It would bring in some necessary new business and force our competitors to sit up and start seeing us as real opponents. No pressure then.
The long mirror on the back of the hotel room door tells me I look professional yet stylish. I’m pleased with my appearance - I’d only had an hour to get ready after practically throwing a naked Sebastian out into the corridor that joined our rooms. We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms and I’d slept like the dead awakening to Seb’s movements in the bathroom. Thank goodness he’d got up or I’d have been late for the launch.
I smooth down my pencil skirt, hands skimming the heavily beaded fabric. It was a striking soft pewter-beige toned, two-piece from Dolly’s Boutique, and gifted to me by Suzie, with a cap-sleeved top that ended mid-section and a slim fitted skirt to the knee. At the edge of each cuff and hem, was a 3inch trim of transparent metallic gauze in a champagne shade; this worked particularly well at my midriff, where you were given a cheeky glimpse of skin.
Encrusted with hundreds of pearls and small metallic jewels, the end result was likened to chain-mail armour - it really was unusual and I silently thank my sister for her excellent taste. The skirt, however was so tight, I’d be better without undies and I feel a thrill pass through me at the thought that I’d be accessible to Sebastian - but not until later, I duly reprimand myself, as I fasten diamond pear-drops in my ears, and shake out my freshly-wanded hair. The lose waves looked great, and I’d kept my make-up simple with smoked charcoal eyes and nude glossy lips. I’d do. You don’t scrub up bad chick. I spritz myself in perfume, grab my silver clutch and key then slip out the door. Time to bring it on!
I’m just about to leave when I remember the gift, delivered to my room by reception earlier. I’d just got out the bath and had accepted the black gift bag with striped bow with inquisition, but in the race to get ready, hadn’t had time to open it.
I sit on the edge of the bed, untie the ribbon and pull out a long slim Tiffany’s box in the famous robin’s egg blue tone. The small enclosed card, says simply,
Wear this and always think of me and what it represents.
The good and the exceedingly dirty x
My hands shake as I open it, and see the Paloma Picasso logo within. I’m overwhelmed when I touch the long single strand of freshwater cultured pearls curled up and expectant, on their bed. I lift them gingerly and am surprised at their weight - that’s what you get with real pearls - something I’d never owned before.
There is a beautiful filagree heart shaped clasp but due to their length, I can slip them over my head and I adjust them, in the mirror; they nestle perfectly over my breasts and hang just below them and looked fabulous with this outfit.
Like a kid in a sweet shop I retract a second Tiffany’s box - this time I open it first. Inside is my bracelet and I hear my sigh of relief. I’d regretted my actions on the morning that Ray had returned; breaking such a beautiful piece of jewellery had been sacrilege and as I turn the heart over I see our message it still there.
His card reads;
To second chances. This belongs on you. x
I fasten the bracelet at my wrist and dipping my hand to the bottom of the bag remove the final gift; a grey suede box, with no logo or branding. Hmmm. What is in here - surely not more trinkets? Like a jewellery box, it opens with a pop as do my eyes when I see its contents. Nestled within purple silk are two shiny silver metal balls, probably around ping pong sized. I lift one and roll it in my hands, it’s weighted and I can feel it rolling inside with movement but feels smooth to the touch.
Wait a minute - are these? I think these are Love eggs?
I feel a thrill in my belly at the thought of Sebastian purchasing another sex-toy for me; for us and quickly move to review the instructions. Underneath both of the balls is a black silicone casing, which upon closer inspection and with some clarification from the accompanying paperwork, I realise is for the balls to clip into, to assist with easy entry and exit and a tube of lube.
I read his hand scrawled message and my brows shoot up into my scalp. I can’t - not tonight.
Place these inside you before you leave the room and think about
it being my fingers rolling around deep within, with each step you take.
Trust me Lu, they’ll help you relax.
I’d do it for you but we’d never get downstairs.
S x
He’s right there, we wouldn’t.
Shall I do this?
In a split second decision, I check my watch, see I have ten minutes and grab the balls, lube and disappear into the bathroom. Sebastian Silver certainly kept things interesting - I just hope he was right and they relaxed me because right now, the thought of his note, “…think about it being my fingers rolling around deep within you…” I could come right now.
As I enter the bar, I note that Nathan, Chris and Sebastian are already head to head in discussions with Gino and Suzie. Abby must still be getting ready. Sebastian is dressed in a navy suit, and pale blue shirt, no tie and looks good enough to eat. He commands attention even when relaxed with his friends and I’m instinctively drawn to him. Perhaps the silver balls within me are magnetised to his Silver charm? I know I am. At that second he looks up, locating me in the doorway and it’s as though time stands still. The way he looks at me is obscene but sends a buzz all over my skin, awakening my erogenous zones without any contact. Chris is talking to him but Seb’s attention is purely fixated on me and I’m pleased I went the extra mile tonight. I’d done it for me, for work but I know deep-down, I’d dressed for him - so that he could undress me later.
He lifts his pint glass to his mouth and sips, before licking his lips, suggestively, never losing eye contact. My feet are leaden, I can’t move, like I’m frozen to the spot. The moment is so erotic I wonder if I’ll ever be able to just look at Sebastian Silver again, without feeling heat and dampness between my legs. I certainly hope not.
I know he’s thinking about the pleasure balls - wondering if I’d been daring enough but he’d just have to wait. The guessing game could be all part of the foreplay.
Get a grip Lulu, focus now. I smile at their table and force myself to look away, time to begin to do my last minute checks - not because I have to but to give me something to think about other than when I can next sit on Sebastian’s gigantic cock. The staff were milling around, pouring cocktails and setting them up on trays for the guests to sample upon entry. They were lined up uniformly in greys, red and blacks and worked perfectly with our colour scheme tonight and were showcased to perfection on striped, black mirrored trays. I pick one of the red concoctions up, down half of it in one and begin to shuffle a few glasses around in a obsessive compulsive fashion.
“Emergency, fucking emergency! Lu, nobody lit the candles in the bathro
oms. For fuck’s sake and that bloody mutt has got gob all down my.” Colin runs past me in a haze of pink, his face nearly the same colour as his salmon coloured linen jacket.
“Calm down. It’s fine. Why don’t you go deal with this.” I air circle his rosy glowing cheeks, “… and I’ll go light the candles, it’ll take me a second and I’ll meet you back down here for the toast.”
“Good. Great. Brilliant. This bloody party is going to be the death of me. I’d much rather put on my onesie and spend the night smooching with Jamesy to Lionel Richie.”
Bollocks, he loves all this grandeur and drama.
“It’s fine. I’ll see you in a mo.”
The lounge and library area is beginning to become chaotic, so I escape through one of the open patio doors in the bar area and head outside. The night air is still balmy and the staff at The Ashton had gone to town decorating the entrance and pathways with hurricane lamps that glow in the dark. I step back and take a minute to enjoy the beauty of the old building. It really does look amazing.
Checking my watch I make the decision to head back inside and sneak up the back route to the honeymoon suite and rooms but something makes me turn and look over my shoulder, out into the circular car park. The hairs on the back of my neck alert me to an uncomfortable sensation. Like I’m not alone and I shiver, to discard the blanket of unease. I scan the multitude of vehicles ahead of me, but most bounce the ambience of The Ashton off their windows, making it impossible to see within; the others nearby, are visibly empty.
How strange!
Don’t over think things, just get back inside.
I rub my hands up either arm, hugging myself against the sudden chill of negativity that hits me. Then taking a last look into the darkness, I walk through the entrance doors and make my way up the stairs. Kick-off wasn’t for another thirty minutes but the gang would be congregating downstairs soon and I wanted to be part of the cocktail hour.
*****
“Hel…lo, Lucia, where did you come from?” He watches her standing on the patio, taking in the view. “Nice fucking view isn’t it? Very nice.”
She looks back towards the hotel and the outdoor lighting shines down upon her glossy hair. She looked hot and moves to head towards the railings. “This way, come to, Papa.”
Narrowed eyes, appraise her, as she suddenly freezes in her spot near the bay trees. “Yes, you’re a clever one aren’t you? Your instincts are spot on.”
He ducks a little in the car, adrenalin pumping, as the object of his affection’s gaze lingers over his car, moves to the next vehicle and then drifts back to him again. This was edge of the seat stuff. Yeah! He can feel the excitement building, his arousal increased at her dismay. She really did look classy. Much better than last time he’d seen her out - less skin on show for that Silver prick to maul.
“Wakey wakey, over here.” His hand lifted in a wave before he thought better of it and he drops it to his thigh. “Second thoughts, nah - not such a good idea, that would spoil all the fun.” She obviously can’t see him but she can feel him, sense him around her and that makes his lady-pleaser twitch in answer.
“No, not there, here I am - maybe not so bright eh?”
He’d sent her the rose yesterday, with strict instructions to FWC to ensure it arrived with the Elysium delivery; that way she was guaranteed to receive it. That way he was guaranteed to hear her in her room, whilst she stayed over - even if it meant sleeping in his fucking car. She had no idea what he did for her, how much he’d risked for her. She was becoming rather ungrateful and he wasn’t sure if it was time for a bit of punishing? Unfortunately the reception in this mausoleum was shite and all he’d heard from last night was the odd muffled voice and crackle, so that had been a waste of his precious time and money. She was worth it though. Yeah, he’d invested too much in her to date - he wasn’t ready to move on until he’d had his fill and until she was thoroughly terrified of him.
If he was honest with himself, he knew he was punching above his own weight with Lucia Myers and that only made his thirst for her far greater - he wanted this one for keeps. At least the lad was here this weekend, so that meant that Silver would have to leave her alone and wank himself off.
“Welcome to my world.”
Stupid bitch still hasn’t seen me - well, she’s had enough chances. Whatever happens now she deserves, he mumbles as he watches her retreating curvaceous form slip through the black double doors.
“See you again soon, sweet Lucia.”
*****
The launch is a complete success. James Marcell welcomes his exclusive mix of guests into the fold of The Ashton with the canapes and cocktails, both of which are great hit. I take a sip of my drink, aptly named by Colin, Elysium Cocktail and work my way around the room. There was plenty of potential business here to scoop and now was the one time to take advantage- yet all I want to do is walk over to Sebastian, who appears to be in deep conversation with a couple of guests, whisper ‘fuck me’ in his ear and head off to bed. Is that so bad?
I’m not sure I can take another minute without touching him - my cervix aches is so tight, my muscles spasming around the weighted balls. It was becoming harder and harder to keep them securely inside of me, as I feel myself grow more turned on.
As if he’s telepathically tuned into my rather erotic thoughts, Seb’s eyes lift and dart to mine, dark chocolate deepening to black, and my nipples harden under the weight of my top. God, he is a magnificent specimen. In a room full of over a hundred people, he oozes sex, charm, power. The women are crowding around him, desperate for a moment of his precious time and I can’t fault their attempts but it doesn’t stop the streak of jealousy that runs through me as I see a well-dressed woman, run her hand up his arm and lean in to say something in his ear. Back off bitch.
You need to get your head in the game - for the next few hours it’s about work.
“You Ok, babe you look…pissed?” I smile tightly back at my sister’s lovely face, my eyes never leaving Sebastian.
“Mmm hmm. All good.”
She follows my direction and grins annoyingly. “Ah, now I get it. Rearing its ugly head? He does look super dishy tonight though.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re not helping.”
“Sorry, Lu, just nice to see you caring enough about his whereabouts again. A week ago, you didn’t give a damn.”
“How are you - tired?”
“Alright, alright, I’ll change the subject. I’m OK sis, but I’m not sure I’ll last long tonight after all that pampering and fresh air today. This weekend’s been so great though. Just what we all needed. Jess sends her apologies though, she couldn’t get out of a work thing tonight unfortunately.”
I smile the second she mentions her best-friend Jess - she was completely mental, in a good way, and fab at a party so we’d miss her. “I know she text me bless her - its a shame as she’s such a laugh but I understand and I’m so glad you came. I can’t believe G had the pregnancy massage as well?”
“You know Gino, he wants to be as involved with this baby’s passage, as much as he can - amazing how that won’t involve the actual passage isn’t it - suddenly they’re not so keen to be so in sync with the female then - massage, yes, pushing a melon out of your arsehole, maybe not.”
I nearly choke on my drink and she laughs with me “Sorry, hun, too much information.”
“No, been there - look you don’t know you’re born with Gino. Niall wasn’t even there for my birth, well not when it mattered.”
“I know, babe. Anyway, when are we going to see these rooms you’ve been working your butt off on? I wanted to take a peak yesterday but Colin wouldn’t let me.”
“I think they are all open now, ever since the toasts were finished. Why don’t we wander up and I’ll talk you through them.”
“Fab. I’m really proud of you you know sis - Mum and Dad would be too?”
“Thanks, Suze - I know they are, they’ve app
arently booked to stay the night in one of the rooms next month, how great is that? Just give me a sec and let me grab Abby and we’ll all go up together.”
*****
“You look like an Angel.” He murmurs, his sexy lips curling up at the corner. “Absolutely glowing. Must be all this fresh air and afternoon napping.”
“Thank you, Mr. Silver.”
He takes a step backwards and fully appraises me, inhaling deeply. “Killer outfit. Pearls - you look so good in pearls.”
I smile, glad he has noticed. “I wore them for you.”
“Every time you wear them you’ll think of me.” Like his note.
“I will. I do.” I glance across to where Abby is chatting to a guest and gaining her attention, nod in the direction of the door. She holds two fingers up behind her back in answer.
“Thank you, Seb - you really don’t have to keep buying me things but I adore the necklace.”
“I want to spoil you, baby - it makes me happy to shower you with gifts. I see you are wearing your bracelet.”
“I love it. I promise I won’t discard it again. It was a silly thing to do. Stupid.”
“Understandable under the circumstances, but I’m glad you want to wear it again.”
“It’s staying put.”
“Good. Anything else staying put?” he raises his brows on a smirk.
Oh God. The sound of his voice, all husky and vibrating is making me twitch and my pelvic floor tighten around the silver balls, sending waves of pleasure up inside me. “Lu? You Ok - you look a little flushed.”
Through gritted teeth I sigh. “I’m fine, as well you know, you sex God.”
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