Room Service

by Summer Cooper

  “It’s unimportant who did this, just that it’s done.” Anne came out saying, her voice sounding more confident than she felt. “I need a place to stay, but I understand if you do not want a non-mistress staying in your mistress house. That house should be reserved for whoever takes my place for you.”

  “Do not be ridiculous.”

  “Of course you cannot stay in the Mistress House,” Jake nearly snapped.

  “Oh I understand, sorry for taking up your time.”

  “Wait right there Anne, this is not a conversation for the front steps of our house,” Jake said grabbing her arm and dragging her with him into the entryway followed by the parlour.

  “We were just talking about taking a trip to our home in Cumberland,” Ralph said.

  “You will have to come with us, at least until you are healed up.” Jake finished.

  “What kind of mistress would I be if I’m just there to heal and not sleep with you?” Anne said while wondering if it was even possible for them to help her without the pursuit of pleasure getting in the way.

  “We can take care of women without sleeping with them,” Jake said with a pout. “Remember Ralph has a sister, we have taken care of someone else before ourselves.”

  “I do not wish to be indebted to you.”

  “Of course not, we wanted to give you a house for weeks now, why would it be any worse to live with us somewhere else.” Ralph said, “I will send word ahead for the house staff and we’ll head out tomorrow. In the meantime, let us head to your place and get your beautiful things.”

  Anne really didn’t want to do that, but she could not leave her things behind, hopefully nothing had been stolen.

  There was no real war, no cannons, and no bullets. The armies that fought were within her, fighting as though they would tear her soul apart, but she could not run. Jake and Ralph had bought those beautiful things for her and she was going to get them, no cowering in the shadows of her powerful protectors. Of course, the Baron was not even there to worry about, but she could still feel the pain of her attack, the feeling of being torn apart from the inside. It may only be a small victory but she would know she had done it, and that would be enough. They went into the apartment, the huge men barely fitting into the small space. They packed up her belongings and left the building, hopefully for the last time when she saw him. He was wearing a magenta suit and carrying that mahogany cane, causing her breath to falter. I will not run. I will not run. I will not run, she repeated the mantra in her head over and over with each step, though the sight of the mahogany cane made her want to hide, working like a force to hold her back by her consciousness like a solid wall. She refused to cower but passed, looking the monster in the eye to let him see she would no longer fear him. He might never understand the meaning, but she would know she had done it and that would be enough. It was his voice screaming in her nightmares, she thought as he let out a laugh with his friends. She was afraid--so afraid--and shaking, icy with fear down to her fingertips. She came with an ally, her hand on Jake’s arm.

  “Anne--”

  “It’s all right, let’s just go home,” she heard herself say as if from a distance, over the rushing of her blood in her ears. God bless Jake, he did not understand but he went with her anyway, loading her into the carriage. The two of them climbed in behind her and they took off down the street.

  They arrived back at their opulent townhouse and Anne was immediately exhausted upon seeing it. She was not interested in eating or anything she just wanted to sleep. Luckily, it was almost ten, early for city hours but not ridiculous when one is tired. “Could we just go to bed?” she asked, immediately feeling foolish for assuming they did not already have plans for the evening.

  “Of course, I have a suite prepared for you if you would like to change and go to sleep, it has been a long week for us as well. “ Jake confided, making Anne feel instantly guilty for putting them out and disappearing on them. She went up to her suite and changed before coming back into the hallway to say her goodnights. She was surprised to see them standing and waiting for her. “Well goodnight,” she said as she approached them down the hall. Both of their eyes darkened in arousal causing Anne to stop and clench her thighs at the sudden renewal of those carnal feelings.

  “Goodnight,” Ralph said, standing there looking at her with lust in his entire body.

  “Do you need anything, my dear,” Jake said, moving towards her.

  “No I’m fine,” she said, turning to head back to her room.

  Chapter Thirty

  Suddenly Anne stopped in the hallway, not wanting to be alone.” Can we sleep in the same bed? Would that be okay or would you only want to…?” She hung her head as she thought about her question, of course they would only want to sleep with her in their relentless pursuit of pleasure. What other reason was there to stay in the same bed?

  “Of course you can stay with us, my dear, I would not want to sleep alone after such an ordeal either,” Jake said, moving toward her with all the sinewy grace of a mountain cat.

  “Yes, we would not leave you alone sweetheart, we can all sleep in Jake’s room,” Ralph suggested ushering them both down the hall.

  They entered His Grace’s room and immediately climbed into the bed, Anne sandwiched in between them. They were both hard, their members pressed against her thighs as they all lay entangled in the center of the bed. Suddenly too hot Ann slid up her nightgown and pulled it over her head. After a moment’s pause the boys did the same until they were all naked in bed together. Their gazes moved adoringly from her face to her breasts. Their hands, their hands delivered pure ecstasy as they caressed her body, something Anne did not think would happen again for her. Her hips lifted involuntarily and Jake’s eyes darkened in pure arousal.

  “Beautiful,” he said. “Absolutely, perfect.”

  His praise filled Anne with pride, as his eyes adored her. She wanted to please them both always. It was gratifying to feel beautiful even with the scars and bruises on her face.

  Please keep me she repeated repeatedly as he ran his eyes over her practically devouring with his eyes instead of his mouth. His gaze flicked up to Anne’s breasts and his breath caught before he leaned forward and began sucking hungrily on first one then the other. Ralph disappeared beneath the covers ran his nose along her apex causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He waited until Anne trembled with need before licking from nub to anus and back again, taking her nub into his mouth, and sucking it in time with Jake who was still at her breast. At that moment, Anne knew she could do this. She was not afraid of sex and she planned to prove that to herself. Tonight. Grabbing hold of Jake’s head, she gently guided him up to her mouth and mingled with him in a fiery kiss that only helped ignite the fire in her core Ralph stoked. They kissed for a long time, Jake kneading her breasts in turn while Ralph paid homage to her center. Suddenly Jake moved to straddle her chest.

  “I love your breasts,” Jake said, mostly to himself. Anne was lost for a moment unsure where this was going. He was too far away for her to take him into her mouth. What did he want her to do? Then he took hold of her breasts, which were spilling out, on either side of her. He brought them together, his thumbs grazing her nipples.

  “I am going to fuck these breasts if that is okay Anne?”

  “Sure,” she said, slightly puzzled as to how that was going to work.

  Jake beamed at the prospect and grabbed one of her hands “Here, hold your breasts like this, okay?”

  She did as he told her, pressing her breasts together while he ran his hand up and down the length of his shaft.

  “Your big breasts are perfect for this.”

  She was about to ask what he was talking about when he pressed his penis between her breasts. She knew what he was doing now; she had created a tunnel like her womanly center for him to cram his cock. The stimulation felt wonderful!

  “Do you like that, Anne.”

  “Mmmh,” she said letting her head roll back, “I have never heard of som
eone doing this before.” Then again she had never spent time with women as well endowed as she was, a definite benefit to her size that she had never thought of before.

  Jake laughed while he continued to fuck her breasts. He took over holding them and squished them together even harder. He spat on her cleavage for more lubrication and picked up the pace fucking her breasts with long strokes that almost hit her chin. Anne was just thinking about trying to lick him as his cock came close when suddenly a warm dick impaled her in her soaked and engorged center. They moved together in tandem Jake at her breast and Ralph in her passage.

  Suddenly she exploded in the largest orgasm of her life (not that there were many before these two). It was not over yet as Anne came down from her high Jake let out a shudder, jerking more erratically and pinching her nipples before cumming himself all over her face. She licked up what fell near her mouth and Jake lunged for a neck cloth to soak up the rest. That was exhilarating by itself but she was not done yet. Ralph lifted her hips by her bottom as he continued to pound into her before pressing a finger to her nub and massaging it. He pushed faster and harder, pushing Anne to higher peaks than she had ever reached, until she was almost afraid of the orgasm to come. Her back bowed as she went into her release, her entire body tingling in ecstasy, as Ralph pumped twice more before filling her. The two men, now spent laid down on either side of her as she came down off the high of her life, knowing that certainly was not going to be the last one, and probably also not the best one. She was so glad she had come to the best friends when she did. The Duke of Kelfield and Lord Ashford were not just her protectors, they were her family in the way that matters, and they stood by her when she needed someone. Something she had never had before. As the three of them drifted of to sleep, she sang her favorite. An aria. Never before had she felt so safe, so beautiful, and so loved.

  The End

  Part VIII

  Don’t Tell Daddy

  About the Book

  He is my best friend’s dad, my dad’s friend, and my secret crush...

  Richard Kane is the perfect guy! Sexy, charming, witty and a very successful lawyer.

  Can you blame me for falling for him?

  Growing up, I never imagined myself ending up with Naomi’s dad.

  I haven’t seen him since I went to Harvard Law, but now he’s looking sexier than ever and he’s asking me out!

  The problem is…

  My dad will not be happy. And Naomi? She’s going to kill me!

  Besides… how could a player like him be happy with a virgin?

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Angela Walters almost fainted when she stepped into the deluxe apartment. It was like being magically transported into a different world that she had always dreamed of. The apartment felt more like some country estate mansion than an apartment. It was two stories high with a huge staircase and more personal space than she had ever dreamed of.

  Angela was actually fairly used to living in such comfort and luxury, but the difference this time is that it was all hers. She was not living under someone else’s roof. She could come and go as she pleased and she could live her life on her own terms without worrying a damn about what anyone else really thought.

  At least that was the dream. Growing up the daughter of two wealthy fashion magnates, she was expected to act a certain way, dress a certain way, and give up any hopes of individuality. She had resented almost every party, every meet and greet she’d been asked to attend, and really everyday living in the house that she grew up in.

  She loved her parents dearly, but she often felt that they expected her to be more of a trophy than a daughter. Her father, Robert Walters, had started the company when he was in his early twenties. It was called Elixir. It had been a dream of his to build a fashion empire that could rival all of the other top brands out there and even surpass them. He had succeeded splendidly well, but it had been a hard-fought road. Angela felt at times that she hardly knew her father and mother since she’d seen them only a few times a week due to their hectic schedules. Her mother had been one of the models that her father worked closely with during the early days of the company. They’d hit it off almost instantly and forged a romance that eventually turned into marriage. It sounded like a typical scenario, but her parents’ marriage was actually quite strong compared to most of the people in their social circle, whose marriages were almost shams. She suspected her parents’ success in marriage was largely due to the fact that they were both so ambitious and had a drive and desire to achieve.

  Her mother was far more intelligent and ambitious than the average model. Angela had been told that she’d inherited her mother’s looks and her father’s business sense, but her parents had always failed to really see it. Her father had always ignored and scoffed at any indication she’d ever given him that she had an interest in modeling. There was something about the glamor and being desired that had piqued Angela’s interest since she was just a little girl. She had grown up around the industry and attended several fashion shoots from an early age. She did this at first, mostly because it was the only time she really got to spend near her father, but she quickly fell in love with the modeling side of things as well. All the women were so beautiful and everyone doted on them and loved them for it. They were constantly being showered with gifts and taken to fancy restaurants. Their lives were magical and Angela wanted to be a part of it.

  But her parents had never let her pursue the passion. It was very important to them that she attend the best schools and get an impeccable education so that she could use her mind to do whatever she wanted. She used to think that they most likely expected her to help run the company with them; it was damn unlikely that they would ever retire. But as she got older, she realized that her parents did not want anyone touching the company they built, not even their own daughter.

  That was fine with Angela because she really had very little interest in the business side of things, even though she’d majored in business as an undergrad. Her true passion had always been in modeling and Angela had never understood why her parents refused to take her seriously when she mentioned it. Her own mother got her start that way, but even she seemed dead set against Angela pursuing that path.

  Of course, she could have tried to make it in the industry with other companies or even as a freelancer, but the competition was insane and the working conditions often less than ideal or even tolerable. That was the gamble that you took when you did not have the step up that she did. Angela knew from an early age that who you knew was often more important than how good you were. That was true in any business, especially the fashion industry. There were a million beautiful, model-quality women in the world, but a small handful were able to make a living with modeling and fewer still were able to become superstars.

  So Angela bit her tongue repeatedly and set her sights on a different career path—law school. After graduating with her bachelor’s degree in Business Administration and a minor in Accounting near the top of her class, she was promptly accepted into Harvard Law. It was brutally tough, but she found that she excelled in legal thinking and that it came very naturally to her. She’d always had a great mind; perhaps that was why her parents had always tried to dissuade her from pursuing modeling. They wanted her to do something that would challenge her mentally.

  Whatever the reason she found a second dream in law school. And a week ago she graduated from Harvard Law, summa cum laude. She was eighth in her class. It really bummed her out that she was not number one and she kept kicking herself, wondering if she’d slacked off one or two nights over the past three years and that made the difference. Oh well, she liked to have fun occasionally and it was pretty unlikely that this would make much difference to any prospective employers.

  “So, what do you think?” Robert the landlord asked. He was an attractive man in his late forties who possessed a suave and charismatic quality to him that made him seem younger than the salt and pepper hair and few wrinkles on his face would suggest. It w
as difficult to tell beneath the expensive suit he was wearing, but she believed that he kept himself in great shape. He had the build of an aging man who still ran five miles a day and stayed active and athletic.

  Too bad this one was married. Flirting with a married man was really not her style at all.

  Since as far back as she could remember, Angela had always preferred older men. Some of her girlfriends thought it was odd, but she had not really dated anyone who was not at least ten years older than she was. There was just something about an older man—they were mature and distinguished, they knew what they wanted in life. And the men she liked had a passion for what they did and they were still hungry. They loved to achieve and after they achieved a goal they were setting new goals that they wanted to achieve. That was the type of man that had always lit her fire.

  And they were usually not just after sex. Most of them had played the field and some had even settled down once and were now divorced. They were more focused on their careers than the notches on their bedposts.

  This worked out great for Angela because she had never found a man who she had cared enough about to make love with. It would have shocked her friends to know that she was a twenty-two-year-old virgin. She was not a virgin because she did not have the opportunity, nor was she a virgin because she felt there was something morally or religiously wrong with sex outside of marriage. She wanted her first time to be special and amazing and she didn’t want to waste it on someone that she didn’t love with all of her heart and someone who didn’t love her just as much.

  Sure, that was old-fashioned thinking, but it was the way Angela had always felt. She had desires like everyone else and there had been many times in her life that she considered chucking it down the drain and just getting it on, but she had the presence of mind to know that she would hate herself after. Sex was a big deal to her and losing her V-card was only going to happen once. She didn’t want to just squander it on anyone.