Black Tie Affair

by Rice, Rachel E.

  I tried not to think about Max. When I became his Dom slash Sub he was riding me night and day and then falling asleep and ready to go again when he wasn’t flying around the world. Now it’s different and nothing is the same between us.

  I poured brandy in a snifter and I know you’re supposed to sip it, but I drank it down in one gulp. I looked at my expensive watch, a present from Max, and placed it in my bag and deposited my expensive bag in one of the drawers. The client is late. Jonas said he was here. Why do I fall for Jonas’s lies? I raised my head to the heavens praying for a miracle. Then the door opened and I turned around. Can anything get worse? There standing in front of me was that lawyer Robert from my apartment building.

  I checked my mask to make sure it was on tight, and I saw that he wasn’t wearing one as Jonas had said.

  I guess he was on vacation and he was making the best of it. I tried to steady my hands and calm my heart. I had to appear as if I knew what I was doing. I was breathing hard because I needed to get this over with.

  When I gained control of my voice because the drink was working, I said, “You asked for a Dom? I’m here and you’re late.”

  He smiled that beautiful mischievous smile, “I guess you will have to punish me hard,” he said.

  “Don’t smile at me. Don’t look at me and don’t touch me. Take everything off except your boxers.”

  He had on slippers and a robe that were provided by the establishment. “I don’t wear boxers, I have nothing on under this,” he said opening the robe.

  “This is irregular and against the rules. You should have your boxers under that robe.”

  “I don’t wear any. Ever.” That explains some things.

  He slid the robe off quickly as if he had practiced that maneuver a hundred times. And watching all the women coming and going with him, he was an expert. He was an artist. I think he liked showing off his firm beautiful hard body. I stood watching him mesmerized at his wide chest and small waist.

  “Then put on...” His eyes locked on me watching his hard penis. I had to say to myself, get a hold on yourself. This will be over soon. I know you are hot but don’t cross that line. Even if you want him to fuck you and eat you, don’t let him do it.

  He stood before me showing a hard hairless chest with a six pack to die for. His muscles firm and arms like rocks. I was the one being seduced by that handsome man and he knew it. This will make for an interesting night. “Wasn’t you supposed to wear something over your head and I agreed to this because I was assured that you would follow the rules,” I said stepping closer to the door.

  “Rules are made to be broken,” he said shooting me a wicked smile, his eyebrow raised reminding me of Max.

  “I took precautions and I wore my mask.”

  “I didn’t follow your orders on purpose. Now I know you have to beat me. I have disobeyed all your orders.” He turned with his hard butt. I reached for a cat-o-nine tail and drug it lightly over his butt until I saw chills form. Then I hit him with all my might. Whack! Whack! Whack! “Is that all you have?”

  He leaned against the bed post and I hit him again, and this time, I took out the handcuffs which I had near just in case he tried anything. I reached for his hands and he volunteered them. I put them on quickly behind his back.

  I walked to the tall closet and reached in and brought out a cane. I showed it to him.

  I got a reaction out of him I didn’t expect. “Beat me. I deserve it. Beat me. After I thought I had done enough to his beautiful back and butt, I released the handcuffs and threw them on the bed.

  Then he fell on all fours and I placed a collar around his neck with straps, and I hopped on his back and he made a noise as if he was a horse and looking at the size of his dick the horse had nothing on him. He scurried around the room bucking me and I felt the tingling of my clit on his bare back. When I felt something I wanted to punish him more. I hit him relentlessly on his butt with a belt.

  When he couldn’t walk on all fours anymore, I climbed off, and he fell to the side of the bed and lay in a fetal position. I knew what he wanted, I had to place the handcuffs on him. I cuffed his hands behind his back and stood over him. He began sniffing me. I pulled the chain around his neck to restrain him. When I kneeled down near him to place the black silk tie over his eyes, he licked my thigh.

  “Stop!”

  “Then whip me,” he said, “I’m your dog, I’m your slave now and forever.” Turning his head looking at me, before I could reach my whip, he used his teeth to rip my thong off and he pushed me down lying over me. Holding me down with his hands cuffed, he managed to sniff my legs, he raised my dress with his teeth and his tongue trailed from my belly button to my opening, as I struggled and fought to get him off of me.

  Then with his hands busy holding me, he used his head to open my legs wide. He felt them trembling. “Calm down. Let me do this. You will not be disappointed.” I pushed him away, but he held me down and eased his mouth over my mound with a burst of satisfied moans.

  The heat coursed through me and every part of me lit up. My nipples were hard, my clit was hard, and when he placed his tongue on my clit it quivered. He looked up at me and smiled.

  I don’t know what he did but his tongue slowly found my bud and then I lay there seduced by how enjoyable the experience had become. I forgot who I was in this room where no one but us would know what went on that day. I gave into his wonderful tongue and hard body. I gave in to the orgasmic rush that came pouring from my body.

  I snapped back to reality. I had an orgasm with another man and it wasn’t Max.

  I reached for the belt and I hit him over and over and there he lay begging for more. He pulled himself up and placed his back against a chair in a seated position and he said, “I have to have you again.” I looked at him. All those women going to his apartment and he is asking to see me again.

  “This is not going to happen again. Ever,” I said to him.

  “I need to see you.” He stood satisfied and walked to the restroom. I reached for my purse in the drawer. I saw him take the latex off of that beautiful hard dick and throw it in the basket and I threw my torn undies in my purse, grabbed my trench coat, and rushed through the door.

  I slipped out of the room with my dignity in pieces. At least it didn’t go any further than him putting his tongue in me, but this was never supposed to happen. I didn’t wait to talk to Jonas. I ran down the hall and rushed to the front door. The guard opened it for me and I stood outside panting and looking around. No cab. “Oh shit, I forgot Max’s belt.” I sure as hell wasn’t going back. Reaching inside my bag, I found my phone.

  “Hello, Brandon?”

  “Mrs. Blackstone?”

  “Yes. It’s me.”

  “You sound strange. What do you need?” Brandon said.

  “Can you pick me up at 580 Park Ave.?”

  “You know, Mrs. Black...”

  “Call me Alex.”

  “Yes, I can pick you up, but all I have is a motorcycle.”

  “I don’t care. How long will it take?”

  “Maybe ten minutes.”

  “That’s find come now.”

  I trudged down Park Avenue waiting for Brandon when a limo cruised by. Most limos appear to be the same, however, I had a thing about numbers and from Max driving and parking and stalking me in Seattle, I became nervous thinking that Max found out about my indiscretions. Not just the one I just perpetrated but the secret that I hid in my heart and body and soul—that I was attracted to another man just like Max.

  I peeped around the corner to see where the limo was going. It was the very place I had escaped from. Imagine me running into Max. My imagination and conscience had gotten the best of me. I looked and there was Brandon driving his motorcycle at breakneck speed. Zooming in and out of traffic.

  “What the hell am I doing here?” I murmured. I tried my best to look inconspicuous, but the flaming red wig and six inch heels wasn’t helping my case.

  Brandon’s mo
torcycle slid to a stop and he angled it to the curb where I could easily jump on. “Mrs. Blackstone?”

  “It’s me Brandon. Don’t ask.” I pulled the wig off, climbed on behind him, put my hands around his waist, laid my head on his shoulders and said, “How did you get here so soon?”

  “When you called I was at a friend’s house.”

  “Can you take me where I can get a drink and comb my hair?”

  “I know a local tavern. Hang on.” He started the bike and we went charging through the streets. He did try to drive a bit slower than before, but his feet were heavy. The ride was exhilarating, nonetheless. It gave me time to clear my head and wonder what Max was doing because I knew what I had just done.

  We came to a sudden stop at a neighborhood bar close to my apartment, but not too close. Brandon helped me off the bike. Glancing at me, he appeared confused but he said, “It’s none of my business and I won’t ask you about your business, but why didn’t you call me. I would have taken you there and waited for you.”

  “It’s not that easy and I can’t explain. Please don’t ask me any more questions. I’m not feeling too good now.” I tottered into the bar holding on to Brandon. We sat at a table and I ordered a beer and Brandon ordered the same. When it arrived, I guzzled it, placed it on the table and rushed to the ladies’ room. I combed my hair, turned and kicked the six inch shoes to the side, wiped my face clean, and looked in the mirror amid the curious stares of two young women. “I like your shoes,” one girl said dressed in a short black leather skirt.”

  “You can have them.”

  She picked them up and examined the red soles, “They’re Christian Louboutin. Are you’re sure?” she said.

  “Do you want them?”

  “Sure,” she said. “Thanks.” She looked to her friend and gave her the thumbs up. And she walked out with them. I tossed on a pair of ballet slip-ons from my purse. I glanced at myself, then I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, wiped the red lipstick off and took a good look in the mirror. “Yes me again,” I said. A youthful brunette of twenty-four, with children, married to a fucked up sex addict, love of my life, the handsome, rich, desirable, Maximillian Blackstone.

  I tightened the belt on the trench. “Now get your ass home before you regret this,” I murmured.

  The words fucked up sex addict echoed in my brain as the door closed behind me. I walked over to Brandon, “Take me home now.” He paid the check, opened the door, and helped me on to the motorcycle and we took off. “Drop me off a half a block from my home,” I yelled when he slowed near my apartment.

  I made it home at ten o’clock. Brandon my life line, saved my life. “I need you to be on call. I’ll pay you a bonus.”

  “Whatever, Mrs. Blackstone. If you need me for any reason just call.” I thanked Brandon, gave him a kiss on the cheek, which surprised and embarrassed him. He had been there for me and I wouldn’t forget it. I waved good bye to him. I walked the next block home and rush through the doors of my apartment building. “Safe,” I murmured.

  I wobbled to the desk and asked the doorman, “Have you seen Mr. Blackstone come in this evening?”

  “No, Mrs. Blackstone. I haven’t seen him. I just got on this shift.” I smiled and headed for the penthouse elevator praying that I didn’t run into anyone especially that handsome man who could ruin my life any minute.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, the elevator door opened into my penthouse lobby. Everyone had gone to bed. The children were sleeping in their rooms when I checked, and the dog slept curled up on Maxim’s bed. I guess the puppy found them after being deserted by me. Because he was still a baby, I didn’t need him waking me up after this exhausting night. I needed me time and to figure out just what was happening in my life.

  After taking a shower, I expected a call from Max or at least he would show his face soon. I became worried. I remembered when he behaved like this once before when I was pretending to be someone else a blond Dominant. He became infatuated with the other me because the other me, gave him what he needed, a good flogging and every part of my body. He forgot the outside world and would spend nights at my apartment engaging in illicit sexual acts, which was great at the time because we loved each other, and we couldn’t stay away from each other.

  I began to worry. However, I knew the depths of his love for me and his boys and he would be home, but just to make sure, I’ll call Jonas to check.

  “Jonas.”

  “Yes, Alex. You know I can’t thank you enough. My client...”

  “I didn’t call to discuss your client. I called to find out if Max had been there tonight.”

  “Why Alex, why do you ask.”

  “Don’t do this Jonas. Answer the fucking question.”

  “No need for hostilities after our partnership.”

  “What partnership?”

  “The one we have.”

  “We have none. Now answer the question.”

  “No, Alex, I haven’t seen Max.”

  “Can I talk to you tomorrow when you have rested and not so...?” Jonas searched for the right word, “not so hostile.”

  “No!” And I pushed the button, laid the phone on a nightstand and went to bed. I began to doubt my eyes and my senses. I’ll get some sleep and call Max in the morning. I’m too tired now and I need some distance between me and Jonas’s craziness.

  Chapter 6

  I woke and ate a small breakfast. “Where is everyone?” I wondered. Picking up the IPhone I decided to text Max. It shouldn’t be too much to expect a text back, something from his secretary. It’s not like him to do this now. But he had done this before, that was before we were married, even then he would at least spend the night with me, even if he disappeared in the morning.

  Finally I understood what was happening, he would get Jonas out of one fix after another. Now Jonas has ensnared me into his web of deceit, where he is the only one who comes out on top.

  Today is our day, mine and Max, where we forget our troubles and have our date night without children, animals, nannies, and noise. We just lie back and engage in the bases of sexual deviancy we can create for each other. After last night, I’m looking forward to the peace and quiet of being tied up and let him have his way with me. Maybe I can get out of my head the visions of Robert naked.

  I reached for my phone and call Brandon. “Brandon, pick me up in front of my building at seven tonight. Get the midnight blue Bentley at six thirty. I need you to drop me off at 455 Park Avenue. I’ll remain at that address until the next day.”

  “Anything else you would like me to do Mrs....I mean Alex?”

  “Go back to my garage when you have dropped me off and park the car. Then get the car the next day about nine am. And return to the same address and I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

  “I’ll be there,” Brandon said without questions. I’m sure he was beginning to think all kind of unsavory thoughts about me. I can’t blame him because I had a few that were running around and tormenting me as well.

  ***

  I tried calling Max again. He had his phone off. That was unusual. He knew never to turn his phone off, because of the boys, he had to be available in case something happened. As I struggled to dress for my big night, I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

  “Mr. Blackstone called last night,” Lapita said walking into the room without waiting for me to tell her to enter.

  “What did he say?” I dropped the dress once I heard his name. I was nervous wondering whether he found out about my affair, not an affair, no, it bordered more on betrayal.

  “He said that he tried calling you Miss, but you had your phone off and no one picked up on the house phone. He asked if everything was Ok. I said it was and he hung up.”

  “Did he say anymore?”

  “Only that he would see you at the other apartment, Miss.” Lapita knew that we had an apartment not far from here, but what she didn’t know was the salacious activities behind those doors. I could never tell her because I didn’t wa
nt to disturb her delicate sensibilities and have her raise an eyebrow at me whenever she looked at me or Max.

  I don’t think she thought there was life after children. I gave her the address and phone number just in case there were problems with the kids.

  Watching the digital clock near my bed, made for a long and agonizing day. Anxious and excited to be with Max, I decided to go for a run in the park to limber up for my all night sessions. I dressed in my running clothes, tied my hair in a ponytail, put on my running shoes and headed for the elevator. I made it to the lobby, made it through the lobby doors, and made it to the park without the embarrassment of seeing Robert.

  I couldn’t keep this up, dreading going downstairs in fear of running into that handsome man who now haunts me in my dreams. I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed every minute of what he did, and what I did to him. I could flog him again if I wasn’t afraid it would cost me everything. The thought of punishing him and the enjoyment I garnered caused me to question my sanity. Since when am I enjoying this kind of thing? When I first met Max and understood what turned him on, my initial fear was that it would take over me, and it did. I just didn’t think it would involve another man.

  I had been out warming up and running for an hour when I heard a jogger slow down behind me. The person didn’t want to pass me, which was clear enough. I slowed to almost a walk, breathing hard. Any man could pass me in a second. I continued running without looking around. If someone wanted to mug me it would have been stupid. The park was filled to capacity, large groups of people old and young sitting around on the grass eating snacks from vendors, and couples lounging on the benches with their dogs on leashes.

  When I jogged further and I could see my building, I stopped to catch my breath, panting hard, bending down holding on to my knees. And the unknown person stopped. I could hear his sluggish breath and it wasn’t because he wasn’t in shape. I lifted my body and gradually turned to face the person behind me, standing so patient, standing so close we could share the same space. I stared into his large blue eyes, his face expressive. I knew somehow before it was Robert. His body covered up with sweat pants and a pullover revealing taut muscles hiding under his shirt, which made him hot and me wanting him.