I sighed as I got out of the bath. It had been a few months since I last had sex, with one of my father’s selected “breeders,” whose idea of great sex was to go at it like a jack hammer for five minutes and then come, with no consideration for my enjoyment at all. That had been the last time I’d gone on a date with him. Ever since Dale I just couldn’t bring myself to see anyone, with the exception of Logan tonight of course. That was different. He came highly recommended and given that he could plan out a whole “Biker” fantasy for me, maybe a night of passion with him would take my mind off this totally inappropriate crush on Dale. That was the plan anyway.
I headed into my bedroom, with a small towel around me, to find that Maria had put a box on my bed. A large white box secured with a black ribbon. Logan had said not to worry about an outfit, that he’d supply one, and I couldn’t wait to see what was inside. I untied the soft ribbon, carefully lifting the lid and grinned. I had a pair of seriously high black leather ankle boots with silver spikes up the slender heel. There was a black rubber bra, with zips over the nipples, a pair of skin tight, pillar-box red rubber trousers, with a zip over the crotch and then a black leather jacket. Nowhere in the box were any knickers, of any kind. It seemed Logan wanted easy access, which for someone as sex starved and desperate as me, certainly wasn’t a problem. I followed the instructions and made sure that I had a good coating of baby powder, before I eased the seriously tight outfit on. It was a good job I was in great shape, these trousers left nothing, and I mean nothing, to the imagination. I did a spin in front of the mirror and nodded my approval at how sexy my backside looked with its latex coating. I’d have to try some of this fetish gear more often.
I smoked out my eyes and went for a messed up look with my long jet black hair. I’d been instructed not to take a bag, that I wouldn’t require cash and was prohibited from taking a mobile phone. Logan’s driver would pick me up at eight p.m. and take me to him, wherever that may be. I seriously hoped his driver was good enough to shake my bodyguard, Kane. I’d suggested that I was picked up from the servants’ entrance at the rear, in a bid to try and escape unseen. There were a number of secret passages hidden throughout the house, but somehow Kane had managed to find all but one, which seriously restricted my options for sneaking out. I looked at my mobile and bit my lip. I assumed that Logan could be trusted, but I wasn’t totally stupid. Going out without Kane was bad enough, but to not take my mobile too? I slipped it into the interior of my leather jacket before zipping myself up, covered up with a dressing gown, then sat on the edge of the bed and checked my watch. Sure enough, dead on ten to eight there was a knock on my door. Until I advised him that I was going to bed, Kane knocked on my door ten minutes before the hour, every hour, to make sure that I was ok.
‘Thanks Kane, everything’s fine,’ I called, as I stood on the other side of the door.
‘You know that’s not how this works, Lady Myers. Please open the door, so that I can see for myself,’ he responded.
‘Is it really necessary? I already told you that I’m fine. You know that no one other than Maria has been in.’
‘I’m just doing my job. Please open the door.’
‘Fine,’ I sighed. I flung it open and gestured for him to come in. He was a beast of a man, there was no mistaking that I was being followed whenever I went out with him. What he’d not been blessed for in looks, he made up for with brawn. He ran his eyes up and down me and raised an eyebrow before skirting around the room, checking under furniture and behind the curtains. I waited until he’d done a sweep of all of the rooms before he returned to where I was waiting, still patiently holding the bedroom door open. ‘You know, I could have been kidnapped right here while you were busy checking the dressing room?’
‘That’s why we have cameras in the public hallways and another team watching your every move on them. Where are you going tonight?’
‘Nowhere.’
‘Please, I wasn’t born yesterday. You’ve done your hair and makeup, you have heels on under that dressing gown and a delivery was made for you by a man in a Merc, a man who’s still waiting in the car at the back entrance for you.’
‘I’m just going out with the girls, it’s really not necessary for you to come. I’m perfectly safe.’
‘That’s my call to make, not yours. I’ll be waiting out here for you and I’ll accompany you down and follow the driver.’
‘Fine, whatever,’ I sighed as he stepped outside. I gave him a fake smile then shut and locked the door. He was only doing his job, but it was seriously infuriating and restrictive. I dropped the dressing gown and headed over to my bedroom window, opened it and eased my legs over the frame to sit on the stone sill, my feet firmly planted on the decorative stone border that overhung the floor below. Charles and I did this all the time as children, working our way from one room to another on this ledge, but that was either barefoot or in trainers. Never in five inch heels. I took a deep breath, spun around, eased myself upright and started to edge my way along the exterior wall towards the open window of one of the guest rooms, next to mine, making sure not to look down at the perilous drop below me. One slip and I’d probably end up with a broken neck or back, if I was lucky enough to survive. I made it to the guest room, which was in darkness and slid headfirst through the gap, wriggled my way in, carefully stood up and made my way in the dark to the bookcase on the far wall. A click of a switch under the middle shelf had it swing open and I turned on the light to the narrow stairway that headed all the way down to the servants quarters, following it down as quietly as I could, with my heels making clip cloppity noises on the old stone steps. I gently eased the door open, it was set into the old wooden panelling on the other side and virtually undetectable. It had taken Charles and I years to find it. As I stepped out I cursed. Kane was leaning on the wall opposite with his arms folded and a smirk on his face.
‘I told you I wasn’t born yesterday. You really thought you could lose me?’
‘How the hell did you know I’d be here?’ I demanded.
‘We fitted cameras on the exterior of the building in Summer. I was alerted that you’d risked your neck by sneaking along the ledge and I discovered this passageway last year. It wasn’t hard to figure out where you were going.’
‘You drive me insane,’ I groaned. ‘Fine, follow me, ruin my night as usual. No one dares approach me with you attached to my damn hip.’
‘It didn’t seem to put that biker off earlier in the year,’ he observed, as he followed me down the corridor. ‘He had balls, continuing to kiss you when I warned him to back off.’
‘Like I’d know if anyone had balls, you don’t let go of the leash with anyone other than men on a pre-approved list from my father.’
‘He pays my wages. Are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or do you wish to continue to make my life difficult?’
‘The Anaya Club in Mayfair. Happy now?’
‘I’ll be happy when I get you back home in one piece. And preferably in an outfit more befitting of a Lady. Your mother would have a heart attack if she saw you now.’
I stuck out my tongue and rolled my eyes at him.
I felt really bad to have shaken Kane off, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins from the high speed chase, dodging up alleys, down side roads and even the wrong way up a one way street. I’d never felt so alive. When my driver, David, assured me that we’d lost Kane, I sent him a quick text to tell him that I was fine and that I was sorry to have duped him. I told him to pretend that he was with me, if anyone asked, and that I’d never let my parents know that he’d lost me. Father would fire him on the spot and he may piss me off sometimes, but he didn’t deserve that. I gave him the location of a café in Chelsea to meet me at nine a.m. so that he could take me home, as if he’d been with me all night. I made sure I had a read request receipt before I turned my phone off, he had a sneaky habit of tracing the GPS when it was on. It had taken me a while to figure out how he kept finding me.
‘I hope you’re not too shaken, Lady Myers?’ came David’s voice.
‘I’m fine, it was quite exciting actually. That was some driving.’
‘Thank you. We’ll be at your location shortly.’
‘Have you met Mr. Steele?’ I enquired, beyond curious. Other than the seriously hot picture that had come with the response to my enquiry, I’d not been able to dig up anything on him. Though I had a feeling that I recognised him from somewhere and it was bugging me why I couldn’t place him.
‘No. I’m just doing a favour for my friend, who’s Mr. Steele’s regular driver. My instructions are to collect you at nine-thirty tomorrow. Logan has my number in case you want me to call for you before.’
‘Actually would you mind collecting me earlier? I promised my bodyguard I’d hook up with him at nine in Chelsea, so he can accompany me home. I don’t want to get him into trouble.’
‘How did you let him know?’ came the fast response.
‘I texted him, then turned off my phone so he couldn’t trace it.’
‘My understanding was that you’re not supposed to have a phone on you at all. It’s one of Mr. Steele’s rules.’
‘It’s not as if someone in my position can simply vanish into thin air without causing a panic. I had to bring it, to let him know I was safe,’ I protested.
‘On your head be it,’ he replied, as we crossed the river and headed towards the East End.
The Workshop
Eve
I was dropped in a cobbled street, lined with brick archways, housing various businesses under the railway lines that ran above. “Ray’s Auto Repairs” took up three of the arches and I headed to the one on the far left, as instructed and tried the small steel door set into the larger steel arched ones. I pulled it behind me and drew the bolt across, locking myself in. My heart was beating wildly in my chest. I’d never even had a one night stand with a guy I’d spent the night cosying up to and getting fresh with, let alone had sex with a complete stranger for cash. I heard some metal clanging and walked into the brightly lit workshop.
‘Hello? Is anyone here?’ I called, as I wiped my damp palms on my tight rubber trousers. I jumped as feet suddenly appeared from under a car, on some kind of skateboard and took a deep breath as more of the person was unveiled. He was wearing loose black army boots with a pair of distressed and ripped jeans, covered in splatters of grease and his legs broadened out to show off a pair of firm muscular thighs which narrowed to some slim hips. A very obvious bulge to his left leg made me gulp, if this was Logan he was packing and I didn’t even think he was stiff at this stage. He had on a black belt with a silver skull buckle and a white t-shirt, which had risen up and showed off a seriously toned stomach, abs protruding in perfect symmetry, that sharp dip over his hip bones which contained some deliciously sexy black ink. I didn’t have time to read it as his broad chest and shoulders came into view, one firm pec visible through the rip in his oil stained top, and I nearly groaned as I saw his lightly tanned arms were covered in more ink, all the way up to where the edge of his t-shirt strained around his large toned biceps. I could just imagine him being Dale, their bodies were so similar and I felt my pussy clench, as I tried not to dampen my knickers before anything had even happened, then chuckled internally as I remembered that I wasn’t even wearing any.
‘Hi, can I help you?’ came a deep gravelly, light my pussy on fire, dripping with sex voice. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from that body and looked up at his face, which had emerged from under the chrome bumper of the classic car he was working on. I gulped as I looked at him. Beautiful wasn’t a word I would usually use for a man, but it fit Logan Steele perfectly. He had a square masculine face, with chiselled cheekbones that could cut granite, perfectly proportioned full lips, a manly chin with a slight dent and shit … his smile could stop traffic, even in Rome’s rush hour. Wow, those dimples and that flash of white even teeth! He had a rough and ready five o’clock shadow, just adding unnecessarily to his sex appeal and a black grease mark on his temple, where it looked as if he’d run his hand through his unruly dark hair. I gasped as we locked eyes, he had the most reflective light grey ones I’d ever seen. I lost the battle to maintain dry status, as a tsunami of moisture surged out and I felt the lips of my pussy swell. O yes, Logan Steele was breathtakingly beautiful and all of a sudden I didn’t care that I was paying him, that I didn’t know him. I just wanted him to throw me face down over the bonnet of that car and pound the hell out of me.
‘I … I …’ I shook my head, totally thrown by my reaction to him.
‘Are you lost?’ he enquired, as he lifted his t-shirt to wipe the sweat gathering on his forehead. He had the overhead old fashioned red bar heating on full blast, as if it wasn’t hot enough in here with the pheromones he was giving off. I heard myself groan slightly, as he revealed more of his torso when he mopped his brow. I caught a glimpse of what looked like a wolf inked on his left pec.
‘I broke down, just up the street, I was hoping you might be able to get me started again,’ I replied, playing along. He dropped his t-shirt, pushed himself away from the car and got up, kicking the skateboard out of the way. He was tall, holy shit, even if I didn’t get to have sex with him, just being in his presence, basking in the raw sexual energy flowing from this gorgeous man, was worth the fee I’d paid.
‘Did you pump the clutch before turning the engine over?’ he enquired, as he grabbed a towel and wiped his hands. I nodded as I watched him slowly stroke over each of his fingers, removing the oil. He had slim hands with long fingers that looked like they could reach places some of my partners’ cocks hadn’t even got to. I felt my breathing coming harder, I was hot, seriously hot and it wasn’t just the overhead heaters. The smell of engine oil and diesel was a heady mix, one that turned me on. With my upbringing, you would have imagined it to be the smell of Champagne, or a good Châteauneuf-du-Pape, rare orchids or freshly washed men with expensive cologne, but no, they’d broken the upper class mould when I was born. The sight of a rough and ready guy and the smell of a dirty garage had my nipples pressing painfully against the tight rubber bra I was wearing. Some Lady I was. ‘Excellent, there’s not many women that realise sometimes all it takes is a good pumping to get things going,’ he winked. I shivered and laughed.
‘A good hard pumping,’ I grinned. ‘So what’s your call out fee?’
‘Well, considering I’m off duty now, it’s not going to be cheap. You’re looking at after-hours charges and I’ll have to tow it in, which will add to the cost too.’
‘I’ll pay whatever it takes, I can’t leave it out on the street.’
‘I’d need to thoroughly inspect it,’ he replied, as he bit his lower lip and slowly ran his eyes up my body, lingering on the zip over my crotch. Shit things were getting even hotter in here. I sincerely hoped the fact I was dripping in the rubber trousers wasn’t going to glue the damn things to my pussy. ‘I’d need to hoist her up and tinker with her parts, find out what’s in need of fine tuning. Sometimes all it takes is a bit of lubrication in the right place, a tweak here and there, some good thrusts and before you know it everything’s firing on all cylinders.’
‘Yes,’ I breathed, as I wiped my palms on my thighs again. Shit, everything he said sounded so sexy.
‘So, how are you going to pay?’ he smiled, as he cocked his head and tossed the dirty towel out of the way.
‘I have cash on me in my … damn it,’ I muttered, as I played the game. ‘I left my handbag at home.’
‘Sorry, lady, no can do then. You’ll have to come back on Monday,’ he shrugged as he turned around and lifted the bonnet on the E-Type Jaguar he’d been working on. He grabbed a spanner and bent over as he fiddled with the engine and I swallowed hard as I inspected his firm tight arse encased in that denim. Damn, his body was so muscular, I wanted to kneel down and take a bite of that peachy backside, dig my nails into it as he rammed into me, splitting me in half with his legendary thick cock.
‘The
re must be some way I can pay you,’ I pleaded, as I unzipped my jacket. ‘Some other method of payment? One you’d consider had equal monetary value?’ I added, as I put my hands on my hips. He froze and slowly turned his head, his eyes going straight to my bare stomach and rising up to see my firm tits clad in the black rubber, the harsh glare of the spotlights overhead glinting off the chrome metallic zips. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, as a low growl came from the depths of his stomach. I felt my chest rising and falling more rapidly as I fixated on his biceps and the skull tattoos covering them. I slowly shrugged the jacket off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. ‘Is there really nothing I could give you in exchange?’
‘I told you it wouldn’t be cheap,’ he replied, as he straightened up and turned to face me. I heard a slight groan escape my lips as I saw he was hard, seriously damn hard. I was amazed that the pressure of that cock straining at his jeans hadn’t forced his zip down on its own, or ripped a new hole in them, like the one over his thigh.
‘So how about you tell me what you want and I comply?’ I nodded, as I reluctantly tore my eyes away and looked back up at his face.
‘Any limits?’ he grinned.
‘None,’ I replied breathlessly. I reached up and slowly undid the zips on my bra, my throbbing nipples springing free through the gaps, full, pink and seriously damn pert.
‘You’d have to spend the whole night with me to cover the costs of a tow and diagnostic.’
‘Deal,’ I replied.
For the Night - Complete Box Set Page 35
