“Mmm, now show me just how talented you are, Melissa. Show me what this pretty mouth of yours can do.” I don’t need asking again. I suck him down, I run my tongue along the underside of his member feeling every ridge, every vein, and I want so badly to feel his cum sliding down my throat. “Ahh ahh, slower,” I know he has to be close to breaking point as he stiffens his body and pulls out of my mouth ever so slightly. I can feel him quivering as I slow my pace and as my body works in overdrive to process so much overstimulation, I can feel my senses being tested. Disorientation of sorts sets in and I feel as though I’m floating on a bed of air; just as I settle in to the airy feeling, Gideon drives that cock hard in to the back of my throat and I can’t stop myself.
“Mmmph” I hear Gideon tut in disapproval as he slips his cock out of my mouth completely, running it down my chin, between my breasts and finally stopping as he presses against the soft skin of my stomach.
“Fuck, Gideon! I don’t think I can take much more of this!” I can almost hear the smile on his face as he answers me.
“It’s all about discipline, Melissa and so help me, we will teach you some discipline. With a mouth and a body like yours, you need to learn discipline.” I wrinkle my forehead in surprise and feel my red satin panties slide to the left of my face and on to the bed, although I keep my eyes closed. He registers my puzzlement and still pressing his aching dick in to my stomach, rocking ever so slightly in short motions he explains. “I need a girl who does what she’s told, Melissa. But…I also need this…” As he says ‘this’ he slides his pelvis down and slips the tip of his cock inside me before burying it to the hilt. “Ahh, fuck. I need this!” He rocks himself harder and I hear just how wet he has made me as each time he rocks I suck him in deeper.
“Ahhhh,” my breath comes in fast pants as he fucks me deep, hard, unrelenting as he drives himself hard inside me. He brings his mouth to my ear and his voice comes breathlessly.
“Cum for me, Melissa. Cum around my cock, milk me hard and let me make you mine.” His words in combination with his rhythmic rocking push me over the edge and I feel every muscle in my body tense. I grip the sheets of the bed and raise my pelvis to meet him as he drives deep before stilling and letting out a loud cry. I feel my body start falling, and opening my eyes I see his face inches from mine, his mouth open and his forehead furrowed. “Mmmmm”, he shoots the first of a series of short blasts inside me, I feel the warmth of his cum melting inside me and the timed throbbing as his cock empties within me. As he marks me as his, the feeling of each throb intensifies my orgasm and I can’t help letting out a scream of my own before my body falls in to a series of spasms.
His heavy body falls on top of me, his still throbbing cock remains inside my twitching pussy and his head rises and falls with each rapid breath I take.
“Fuck me…” Gideon lifts his head to look in to my eyes with a kinky smile, “you’re good.” I wonder for a moment whether to take that as a compliment or a testament to his initial thoughts of my bedroom talent. I go for the former and flash him an exhausted smile. I can manage little more than a slow blink and running my tongue over my bottom lip.
Chapter Eight
The sunrise is just about the brightest that I’ve ever seen breaking through the floor to ceiling windows and I lay for a moment taking in the view. I wonder if Gideon is still sleeping beside me and part of me wants to turn around and lay my head on his chest, but the other part of me fears that he will be gone. I still myself, quieting my breath, listening for his sleepy and rhythmic breath. Nothing. I reach my hand across the wrinkled sheets, feeling for the warmth of his body. Nothing. Great, another one time fuck with the elusive Gideon Lambert. I flip on to my side, confirming my suspicion. Gideon is, in fact, gone, but resting on his pillow is an envelope decorated with the elaborate scrolled words ‘Read Me.’ I can’t help but think of Alice in Wonderland and wonder if there is another note somewhere that reads ‘Don’t Read Me.’
Nothing good can come from reading a note left in the place of a missing lover and I decide that it can most definitely wait until I have showered. I swing my legs over the side of his bed and before stepping on to the cold tile floor I down the entire glass of water that was next to my side of the bed. I can’t remember being this thirsty in a while; I suppose that’s what a marathon sex session with a control freak will get you. I let my feet fall to the floor and feel the chilling coldness of the tile sinking in to my skin. I wonder just where he is for a moment before lifting myself up and heading to the bathroom. Every inch of my body aches as though I have run a marathon, only the apex of my thighs aches too, almost bruised. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a bruise, the way he fucked me last night I wouldn’t be surprised to find one big bruise!
The bathroom is sterile, spotless. It looks like it’s never been used before and I find a pile of clean towels sitting on the countertop. He must have anticipated that I’d want to shower, but I idly wonder if he anticipated that I’d shower before I read the note…perhaps that’s what the note says:
Melissa, left clean towels in the bathroom, had to run to work. See you later, Gideon
I contemplate the possibility and run through a million other things the note could say while I let the warm water cascade over my naked body. The problem is that I have absolutely no idea what it could say but the general inclination is to think it’s a Dear John type of letter that reads ‘Thanks for the fuck, just head down to reception after you grab a shower.’ Gideon couldn’t possibly be so heartless though, could he? After telling me how much he had to have me, after telling me I was his ‘good girl.’ The terrible thought enters my head, as I rinse the shampoo from my hair, that he calls every girl that’s ever been in his bed his ‘good girl,’ that he worships each and every one of them. There is no doubt that there’s no shortage of girls lining up to make Gideon Lambert happy.
There is something masochistic in torturing yourself over the contents of a letter that could quite easily be opened. In my head though, if I don’t open the envelope then I don’t know what he has to say and that means that he can’t possibly be kicking me out. I step out of the shower and wrap the fluffy white towel around me before twisting my hair up in a second towel. I can’t wait anymore, I need to know what the letter says, the possibilities that my head is creating have to be worse than what it actually says.
I feel butterflies rising in my stomach as I sit on the edge of the bed. I wonder if he is the one who wrote the scrolled lettering on the envelope. Flipping it over I see the calligraphy letters “GL” across the seal of the envelope. The seal reminds me of something almost medieval and taking a moment to steady myself I finally tear open the envelope. Inside I find a relatively thick letter. Unfolding it I see the heading to the “letter” which reads:
Contract for Employment
Position: Personal Assistant to Mr. Gideon Lambert
The sheer length of the contract is intimidating, I’ve never been an avid reader and even in college I only read that which I absolutely had to in order to get by. I much preferred catching the movie versions of the regular reading lists…but somehow I’m thinking there isn’t a movie version of this reading assignment. I look over the front and back of the four page contract for any evidence of actual communication from Gideon, but there is nothing, just the contract itself. The mystery deepens.
After getting dressed I look around the penthouse, hoping to find Gideon sitting in the living room or on the balcony enjoying a breakfast that he has laid out for the two of us. He is still nowhere to be found. Looking in the fridge I find just a few bottles of water and nothing else and opt instead to head out for coffee and something with a little sustenance. God knows where Gideon is but I’m too hungry to go looking for him.
I tuck the contract in to my purse making a mental note to look over it when I’m a little more awake and possibly have someone else available to read through the legal jargon that all sounds foreign to me. I feel awkward walking out of the penthouse, I
’m reminded of the “walk of shame” Allison has told me about, but this has to be different. Walking out of a penthouse fully clothed most certainly has to be a little different to walking out of a dirty frat house…
“Excuse me!” I have nearly made it to the front door of the building when I feel small and dainty fingers on my shoulder and turn to find a slender blonde receptionist with her perfectly manicured fingernails resting on my wrinkled blouse.
“Yes?”
“Oh, oh gosh I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else!” She peers a little too hard at my face. “How strange, you look just like her!”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Lambert.” I feel an incredible wave of nausea hit me in the stomach.
“Who…who’s that?” She flashes her million dollar smile.
“Why it’s Gideon Lambert’s wife of course!”
Chloe Cassidy
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The Billionaire's Wife: A Lurid Request (Part Two)
Caught between bitter anger, and shocking disbelief after the previous night's revelations, Melissa is soon invited back to Gideon Lambert's opulent penthouse. Desperate to question him about his apparent wife, she does as he asks, but her eccentric billionaire lover apparently has one more trick up his sleeve! Before she knows it, Melissa is traveling by limousine to another fundraiser, and the confusion only mounts when Gideon thrusts a gorgeous ring upon her finger! What could he be planning?
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
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