Black Tie Affair

by Rice, Rachel E.

  “Sure thing,” Ralph said to me.

  I spun around with a stern face looking him in his impossible blue eyes and said, “What are you doing, following me?” He didn’t answer for a moment. He looked at me from my feet on up and said, “I would follow you to the ends of the earth and then back again.” That did it. This was getting too strange.

  “I don’t think we have any more to say to each other.” He just stared at me with a secretive smile which made him the second hottest man alive. After getting my package, I rushed out and he headed behind me.

  He stood in front of me, “You know we recognize our own.” What did he mean by that? I asked myself. What did he recognize about me that I didn’t already know? That I was over sexed and didn’t know it until I met Max? That I was desperate for that feeling again and that I wasn’t getting any lately.

  “I don’t know what you mean and you are wrong on all fronts if you think I know what you’re talking about,” I said to him and hurried along with my dog in my hand and my package in the other. He had me so nervous that I rushed to my apartment, nodded at the doorman who made his appearance and now was sitting behind his desk smiling at me.

  “Hello Mrs. Blackstone. Nice weather we’re having.” Clearly he hadn’t seen the downpour and the gray skies that was signaling that summer was over. I looked around and there was no sign of my stalker. I rushed into the penthouse elevator at the far end of the lobby and hurriedly put my key and code in and slipped into the safety of my home.

  Chapter 2

  “Ms. Blackstone, the children ate and took their nap. They’re tired from all that running up and down in the park,” Lapita said heading in the direction of the kitchen then turning and stopping. “Oh, Mr. Blackstone called.” My heart skipped. Why does it do that when I hear his name? “I told him you left your cell phone here, that’s why he couldn’t get in touch with you. He said that he’ll call you later or text you if he can’t get home tonight.”

  Handing Lapita the dog, I hurried to take a shower and change out of my clothes. The weather was cooling, but my temperature was rising, and I had sweat dripping from my hair to my lower body. I dropped my clothes, stepped over them and headed for the shower. I needed a shower for more than one reason. I felt sexually frustrated. Max hadn’t made love to me and performed his incredible oral sex lately. My sexual cycle, messed up.

  I was used to a routine with Max. First the oral sex, then the vanilla, then the anal and a little kink with the anal beads. Our sexual lives had been full but a lot was lacking now since we have been in New York and had a new baby.

  Now I wanted what he had initially introduced me to. I begged him to tie me up and do me. I wanted to feel him in my mouth, in my opening, inside of me filling me. I wanted his body close to me all over me, skin to skin. It was Max who turned me into a raven sexual lunatic and now he was missing in action.

  Reaching and turning on the hot water, my body came alive. I placed two fingers on my folds to simulate the feeling I received from Max. After a few minutes, I gave up on the self-stimulation. This doesn’t make sense. I’m too young to even consider this.

  Max had explicitly stated in our marriage contract that I should never masturbate without him.

  Turning facing the shower door, I saw a shadow standing in my bathroom. The figure strutted in the direction of the shower. “Max. Where have you been? I thought you weren’t coming tonight. I thought you were out of town.” Turning off the shower, I opened the door and rushed into his arms, drenched in water, dripping on his expensive black suit. He grabbed me pulling me to him and holding me in his arms. All the sexual tension melted away leaving clay to be molded by him into whatever he desired that moment.

  He grabbed a hand full of my wet hair and turned my face up to him. He kissed me with all the promise of what I missed. His tongue fighting for control of my mouth and it winning. I surrendered and let it take over.

  He stood back, his eyes pouring over me and down to the hair on my mound. “You make me so hard when you don’t shave. You know I can’t stay away from you for long.” He took off his tie, threw it on the floor and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he strode to me and went to his knees. He lifted his head back and pulled my body to his face. I felt his finger enter me. I felt his tongue swirl around my clit and I heard his moan.

  His moans laced with pleasure, deepening my arousal. He kept his finger inside me and slowly inching it in and out. “Alex, what am I to do with you?” he said raising his face looking at me, before resuming his claim of my body. “I feel so complete. I want you day and night.”

  “I love you too, Max. I can’t get enough of you,” I said breathless as he worked his magic on my clit. But as I was saying this the face of the second most handsome man in the world flashed through my mind. What the fuck, I thought. Why am I thinking of him. I better get to the therapist and soon.

  “Max, I didn’t want to come so soon,” I said breathing hard my mouth wide. “I’m coming and I can’t help myself.” I slid my hands through his hair and fist it pulling it with every release of juice from my body on to his heavenly tongue and lips.

  “Turn around,” Max commanded, “and face the wall.” I wanted him so badly that I obeyed his command. He took a latex out of a drawer near the sink, then opening the wrapper, he placed it near me. Max unzipped his pants as his eyes glared into the mirror with his eyes greedily roaming my body settling on my mound. He stepped out of his shoes, his pants, his underwear, and he threw his socks across the room. He walked close behind me, I could feel his hardness, his fullness, and the heat. “I want all of you tonight,” he said to me.

  I knew what he meant when he said those words. “That’s all we have been doing lately,” I said counting the colors in the wall paper waiting for that jolt from his hard penis to invade my body, sending me into an erotic frenzy of pleasure and a quick orgasm once more.

  “I don’t want you to get pregnant again. Our baby is barely a year,” he said pulling in and out of my butt cheeks. He was right. Two children and I never thought I would have one. Let alone two. Then he took a step back and lightly spanked my butt. Then a hard whack. The sudden surprise caused me to tighten up and then he slammed into me.

  It hurt at first even with the lubricant, but once it was in it felt glorious. I met his thundering motion leaning my butt into him as he gripped my hips with his hands. He pulled out as if teasing me and made a circular motion on my butt before plunging further until he hit a wall and couldn’t go any further.

  “I need this and more,” he said breathing loud into my neck and with each warm breath, every inch of my skin exploded and opened.

  “Quiet, we can’t, we have the boys and servants, remember. You have to be satisfied with this in the bathroom,” I said in a whisper.

  “I can’t wait and I don’t like when you tell me no,” he said with a firm abrasive voice.

  “I’m not telling you no, Max, I’m saying wait until we are in the apartment. Then we can do whatever we need to do.” His breathing hard, his manhood stiff. He rocked on me until he reached his orgasm. I felt him fill my cavity.

  That was his first. When he is in a sexual frenzy and passion brought on by stress, he can have as many as four or five before he goes limp, and I’ve never seen him limp. I learned why he needed the Bondage and S&M because regular vanilla sex couldn’t satisfy his insatiable sexual desires. I really don’t think one woman can satisfy him. Yet he made himself content with what we were doing. But I didn’t know how long he could last with just me. And that scared me to death, making me feel insecure.

  What troubled me more was my attraction to that handsome stranger who was now interfering with my marriage and sexual life with Max or was it me?

  I had developed an out of control sexual appetite, and that scared the hell out of me as well. Maybe I’m laying the blame everywhere but where it belonged.

  He walked away and dropped the used latex in a basket and entered the shower. After his shower, he stood stari
ng at me lying wait for him. He laid on the floor and I crawled over him as he spread his legs. “I need you to tie this around your eyes,” he said handing me a silk black ribbon. His hands sliding through it making a snapping sound. I didn’t ask him why he walked around with it because I was so happy to have him home, and inside of me. That was my ribbon he took from me a year ago. But wait. He was doing everything to me except making love to me.

  Looking up at him and not saying a word, I tied the black ribbon over my eyes and he said, “I need your mouth. The way I taught you.” I couldn’t see him but I knew he was looking at me. I held his penis tight in my hands. Then my mouth made a circle around it slowly. I licked it carefully at first, and then he put his large hands to my face and said, “I command you to suck me the way I know you can.” What was I doing? I didn’t feel the arousal the way I had before.

  Could it be because of that man? The one that makes me quake when he’s around and he is always around in my mind neutralizing Max’s control over me.

  I tried again blocking him out, and soon I was in the rhythm, but I was unhappy with Max. I wasn’t his Sub or Dom, I’m his wife dammit. But what could I say, it was all part of the strange love life of the Blackstone’s.

  I don’t blame him but myself. I wanted him so badly that I agreed to marry him and partake in his games. We were not like a regular family. He owned homes all around the world and two penthouse apartments, and an office building in New York. In our secluded apartment on the night stand, there wasn’t a clock to remind us to wake and go to our perspective jobs, but a clock that timed our erotic interludes.

  Seven o’clock, tying me to a bed and spanking me, then fuck me. Eight o’clock, reach for the lubricant and insert it in my cavity to make his anal penetration pleasurable to both. Nine o’clock, tie him to the bed, or handcuff him and whip him until he comes. Ten o’clock, he experiments with anal beads and various toys on me, which causes him to come over and over.

  That’s my life and somewhere I lost myself. But do I want to find me again, is the question.

  As usual he would drop where ever he was, take a nap, and start again. I placed a blanket over his beautiful naked body and closed the door. At least he was home. Some women have men that drink and they end up on the floor and covers get thrown for a different reason. At least he was with me now, I thought. What happens if I can’t keep up? Will he discard me and the boys for someone who will? Although I was now married and had rights, I was still insecure.

  Insecure because I had two sons for a controlling sexual billionaire who would never let me go unless he didn’t want me anymore.

  How do you get a grip on a man who’s like a mountain with no edges to hold on to?

  He was still a beautiful handsome man in his thirties, and I was still that twenty something who was a runaway, homeless, and feeling like a child to a mother I never knew, who was dead and had given me away, and a stepfather who wanted to marry me because I looked like my mother. I guess I was as fucked up like Charles St. John my stepfather, who is out to ruin Max because Max took me from him.

  I reached for a silk robe placing my arms in and then tying the belt around my waist. We had been having sex for three hours. Now it was time for dinner and Max wouldn’t miss another dinner with the children. The large glass and chrome table was set as Max had directed every day, the chef had prepared a meal of roast duck with orange sauce, and Max had his caviar and wine and soft music to calm the savaged beast in him.

  Walking out of the room heading for the dining area, I spotted a basket of red long stem roses. I looked to the maid, “Did Mr. Blackstone bring these?”

  “No, Miss.” I bent down to pick up the card. There was nothing on the envelope, so I took the card out, it read:

  To The Most Beautiful Woman,

  I’m sure I will see you again. I will make it my life’s work to find out your name. Until we meet again which I hope will be soon.

  Your Devoted Servant,

  Robert

  His devoted servant. Was he making fun of me? Did he think I worked for Max? I know I don’t get out much and maybe I should. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m just Max’s maid. He had a beautiful woman with him. Why would he want me? Do I look that vulnerable? I have to get rid of him. But do I want to? I question. I like the attention.

  Chapter 3

  Panic settled in. My eyes blinked over and over from the tension or coffee. My mouth twitched. I was nervous. What had I done to be nervous? Nothing. I just fanaticized about that incredible handsome man who seems to think we had something in common, which we don’t. I’m married to the most desirable man in the world and this man Robert is an irritating handsome sexy cock hound. There is no way I’m going to screw my life up engaging in an affair with him.

  OMG why am I entertaining the idea of an affair? I grabbed the basket of long stem red roses and rushed down the hall. I hid the basket in one of our guest bedrooms and then on my return trip, I bumped into Max.

  “You’re all dressed. Where are you going?” He had a strange look on his face. One I had seen before when he didn’t want to tell me his secrets.

  “I’m flying out of town. I’ll be back tomorrow. If I’m not back then it will be next week.”

  “Oh for Christ sake, Max,” I said turning away from him. He eased behind me and put his hands around my waist with his nose to my neck, his mouth warm and tempting.

  “I explained to you Alex that it will take a lot of time from the family to sell all my properties. Then I will be home with you and the boys whenever you need me.”

  “Can’t you call Jonas and let him help you.”

  “Not this time,” he said. He released me from the warmth of his body and I felt alone once more. “I have to say goodbye to the boys.” He kissed me on the head and walked to the children’s rooms.

  I turned getting a glimpse of this beautiful man as he strode up to the second floor to take a peek at his boys, dressed in a black suit, with a white shirt, and dark silk tie. I smiled a reminiscent smile, recalling the first time I fell in love with him.

  Making up my mind wasn’t easy. I couldn’t go on with this endless waiting and worrying, hoping Max would come home just so I would get a few hours of his time. I’m determined to find something with which to occupy my time. I would either get a job or enroll in college. That’s it. I’ll enroll in college and get my law degree.

  Max kissed me and although he gave me several orgasms so I wouldn’t miss him, I still felt empty and misdirected.

  I had more than most women my age. I didn’t need anything anymore. I had children, food, shelter, an education, servants, and the most beautiful handsome and desirable man on the planet and still I was lonely and unfulfilled. I reached for the phone and called the therapist and made an appointment for Wednesday at four.

  ***

  I dressed casually in black but not too elegant. It bothered me to wear very expensive clothes. I found a pair of wool, cotton, and silk blend black slacks and a white shirt with cuffed sleeves, black shoes and an expensive Louis Vuitton purse. The kind that you can’t recognize as being one of those. I just felt that I had to splurge on something. Jonas had done well in his business ventures and Max no longer had to wire him money, so with the extra money he put in my account, I bought clothes and things I didn’t need or want.

  I needed my husband’s attention and I wanted him home with me at night. I began to question, what kind of fucked up life have I accepted?

  The sex therapist serviced both of us. That’s a strange choice of a word—serviced. It’s not like we were getting a tune-up or maybe we were. We went separately and then we decided to go once a month as a couple. It had been working out fine until Max started missing his session and our session together when the discussion of our sex lives became the subject.

  Max didn’t have sex without anal sex and I was beginning to crave it as well. I didn’t know if that was bringing us together or ripping us apart.

  I began to
question whether he was bisexual.

  Dr. Wolff’s office was very discreet. It was located in a building in Manhattan where doctors in different fields cared for wealthy clients. When you enter the building you couldn’t figure out who was going to a gynecologist, oncologist, psychologist, or psychiatrist. His office was situated next to the oncologist.

  I preferred people thought I had cancer than mental health issues. I felt there was less stigma in having cancer than sexual problems.

  Entering the office of Dr. Wolff, the secretary greeted me with her usual professional closed mouth smile. She was about fifty, dressed immaculate in a designer suit that may have been left over from the sixties. She appeared to be a pleasant sort and no doubt discreet. She was very proficient and wouldn’t let a patient go over a minute without sending out a bill for an extra hour. Somehow you felt that you had to be there on time otherwise someone would be sitting in your chair.

  His secretary smiled and opened the door to his office. I entered the room and sat in the yellow leather chair. Like clockwork Dr. Wolff sat quietly waiting. He had a look of a listener. Always shaking his head in agreement but never saying a word until you have poured your soul out to him.

  I placed my purse next to me on a table. He hadn’t nodded at me yet to indicate that I should begin. I felt comfortable because Dr. Wolff was in his sixties and he wasn’t at all the type to play games and he didn’t make me feel like a child because I was in my twenties. I had tried out a few therapist before and they were more interested in getting a boner listening to what I had been through with Max. So I made an appointment with Max’s therapist.

  “We may begin, Mrs. Blackstone.”

  I sat nervous picking at a cuticle on my index finger, gazing at him, and trying to decide whether my secret was safe. Then I said what the hell. If I can’t tell him and trust him with my deepest secrets then who can I trust?