by L. L. Ash
“I’m just thinking, malishka. Nothing’s wrong.”
She sighed and sat on the seat across from me.
“What’re you thinking about?”
Shit… Like I could tell her that I’d just experienced a first. Or that the way she thanked me afterwards about tore out my heart, or that I was pretty sure I was in love with her.
I couldn’t tell her any of those things.
“I’m thinking that that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admitted, trying to stick with ambiguous truth instead of slitting open my chest and dropping my heart at her feet.
She smiled, a soft little thing, before answering quietly, “Me too.”
I stuffed the cigarette back into my mouth, pinching the filter between my lips to keep myself from saying anything else.
Silence drifted around us until she stood and said she was going back to bed.
With her overwhelming presence gone, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes again as smoke billowed up in skinny streams from between my fingers.
I only had a little over a week left with her. One week where I could, temporarily, pretend that this was real. To pretend that we were together and that she shared my love.
One week where I could enjoy what it felt like to be in a real, healthy, give and take relationship where my partner actually cared about me.
Stamping out my short cigarette, I lit another one and started on it.
About an hour later I’d come to the conclusion that I’d enjoy the time with her for what it was.
It was a temporary step into another world where we could be anything we wanted. Here we were a couple, and we got to explore that to our hearts content. And I was going to take advantage of that instead of picking it apart until I drove myself crazy.
When everything boiled down, it didn’t really matter if she loved me back, because I loved. That, in and of itself, was a treasure I would carry with me, simply because it was proof that I wasn’t broken.
I was a parentless man and a high-class whore, but I was also in love.
Adele
He came to bed late and smelling like cigarettes, but he was smiling, which said something, at least.
And for the next three days that’s all we did. We smiled.
Together we’d swam with the sand sharks, rays, and snorkeled in the crystal clear water.
He even showed me his flamingo swim shorts on Christmas morning that had me almost peeing my pants I was laughing so hard.
But something between us changed after that night. His whole body bespoke of tenderness and reverence, and each time we fell into each other in bed or on the beach late at night, it was the same as the first time.
And against my deepest, darkest fears, I began to realize that I'd fallen in love with my escort.
His expressions were so genuine and soft, loving and desperate at the same time… Serge was a conundrum that I was joyfully in the process of unraveling.
Only problem was, we only had one night left before leaving the next afternoon for home.
I only had one more night before I had to begin sharing him again. And that thought was unbearable.
“Serge?” I asked quietly as we sat in the sand, eating a picnic for dinner as the sun set around us.
“Yeah, malishka?” he asked back, looking like a model as the sun glistened on his skin, turning him a thousand shades of gold.
“I have something I...I want to ask you.”
He turned to me, his hair blowing into his face with the breeze.
“I...” I started but paused, even after his reassuring nod.
I had no idea how he would take to my idea, but I was desperate enough and I had to try.
“I wanted to ask you, what if this never ended?”
His lips curled up in something like a smirk.
“You want to move to Bora Bora?”
I rolled my eyes and shoved him on the shoulder, which made him chuckle.
“No. I mean this. Us. What if it never ended?”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“I mean...what if...what if I paid you to exclusively date me. Just me. I know you have clients in New York, but I’ll pay you a very good wage...I...”
I choked on the words.
“You want me to be your kept man?” he said finally.
I just nodded.
“I’ve thought about it a lot since we arrived. I can pay you five hundred thousand a year, and I can buy you an apartment next door, or you could even live in the house with me… You can have your own room if you want or… I don’t know. I’ll buy you a car and your wardrobe and...I’ll take care of you. If it’s money that keeps you doing this, then I’ll provide it… but I-” His fingers touched my lips and effectively made me stop speaking.
“You’re my Femme Fatale, you know that?” he whispered. “There’s no way that will turn out well for either of us.”
I didn’t care. I just knew that I needed him and I didn't care what anybody else thought.
“And I don’t really give a fuck that we’ll both probably end up getting dragged through the mud,” he added
I breathed a gasp of relief.
Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
“Ok,” he nodded, wiping at a tear I didn’t even realize had escaped my eye.
I coughed, trying to stop from crying out.
“Really?”
He nodded, but twisted his lips a little in contemplation.
“On one condition,” he said slowly.
“Anything,” I said desperately.
“You come to the New Years service with me and Babushka.”
Oh god… Was this him trying to change my mind?
It wasn’t going to work.
“Fine. Deal,” I breathed and took his face in mine, sealing the deal with a kiss.
“You’ll really stop seeing the other girls?” I asked him in disbelief.
“I already stopped before you even asked me on this little vacation.”
I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me. Sinking into his lap, I took the comfort his scent provided as he held me close.
The sun sank in the sky and my tears dried up, and it was just him and me and a strange, hopeful feeling surrounding us.
And for the first time in...forever, I didn’t feel alone.
“Come with me,” Serge whispered in my ear, pressing a kiss to my temple as he shifted underneath my head.
Since the lap I’d been perched on moved, I joined him, getting to my feet and following him to our room.
I wasn’t surprised. Not by any means. Serge was absolutely insatiable and I was having fun trying to keep up.
He was younger than me, sure, but it almost seemed like sex was his form of art and he needed it to express himself. So, if this was how he needed to blow off some steam or show that he really cared, I’d let him have his way with me as many times as he needed.
“Get undressed and lay back. Arms over your head,” he demanded, back to his typical alpha-male character.
I went along with it and did as he asked, curious where it would lead.
He went to the closet and opened the bag that held his one suit that he hadn't worn at all, but instead of getting the suit, he pulled off two ties.
“Close your eyes, malishka.”
My eyes fluttered closed as he joined me on the bed, knees straddling my waist as he secured one tie around my eyes, and the other around my wrist and through the wooden slat headboard.
“Good girl,” he breathed, his fingers traveling down my ribs and between my breasts as his mouth found my neck.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, pretty sure I already knew.
“I seem to remember a certain woman who never tried it tied up,” he growled into my ear.
Sinking down my body, oh so slowly, he traced his tongue down past my navel and moved his legs between mine before spreading my knees, opening me up to him.
“It takes away one of your senses,” he sighed against m
y thigh. “So instead of seeing, feel.”
Feel, I could do that.
The moment his mouth descended to my apex, all my other senses exploded.
I could smell him, his cologne lingering on the pillows and in the blankets, and his taste still on my lips. I could hear his labored breathing, mixed with the faint, soft moans that escaped us both as he devoured me.
But most of all, I could feel him, just as he said, as his lips kissed and sucked, tongue gliding over my slit and circling my clit.
Sensation rolled through me.
“Serge?” I whispered, knowing what he was trying to do, but absolutely too needy to wait any longer, no matter how good he felt with his mouth on me.
“Yeah baby?” he hummed back against my flesh.
“I need you. Right now. Don’t make me wait...please.”
“I thought you liked foreplay,” he lifted his head away, though his breath still brushed over me.
“Serge!” I whined and moaned at the same time, starting to press my legs together again around his shoulders.
“Hey! Hey, don’t you dare!” hands pressed against the insides of my knees, pushing my legs back open.
I laughed, then choked on it when I felt his rock hard abs gliding against my clit.
Swallowing another moan, I heard him chuckle.
“You like that, malishka?” he asked, grinding those abs over me again and again.
“Serge!” I demanded again, feeling spikes of pleasure shooting up into my belly.
But I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted him inside me where I could own him, too.
“Hot damn, I like it when you’re bossy,” he chuckled again, continuing to move his body along my skin
I could feel the mattress dip as his hands found purchase by my sides.
“Tell you what,” he breathed into my ear, the cologne he was wearing enveloping me all over again, filling my chest with him. “I think we’ll try something else. You game?”
Depending on what ‘something else’ was...who was I kidding? I would go to the ends of the earth with him if he asked.
“Do your worst,” I grinned up at him.
“That’s my girl,” he ground out, voice like gravel in my ear.
His body moved from mine, and just as I was about to protest, I felt his hands on my sides again, moving me.
After he successfully flopped me onto my belly, hands still tied to the headboard and eyes still covered, he pulled my hips up, sticking my butt up into the air before shoving a pillow under my chest to help prop me up.
“Get ready,” was all the warning he gave me before slamming into me.
I wasn’t normally a screamer, but Serge knew how to pull it out of me, tonight being no exception.
“This what you wanted, babe?” he asked, still moving, grinding against me with each thrust.
“Yes,” I groaned into the mattress where my head was smashing into the sheets with every one of his movements.
“Can’t hear you,” he said, pausing.
“Yes!” I shrieked and he laughed as he started thrusting again, each one punctuated with a little grunt of effort.
“Scream for me, malishka. Then, maybe I’ll let you come.”
“Yes, Serge...Please!” I yelled, sure that the people in the other bungalows could hear at that point, but not giving one single damn about them.
“Good girl,” he purred.
His movements calmed, slowed, but got deeper and more insistent as his hand traveled the length of my spine, his fingers touching each and every vertebrae on the way up to my hair.
“Have you earned it yet?” he asked, his chest coming over my back, covering me as I knelt there, panting.
His fist caught in my hair and he turned my head to the side before speaking in my ear.
“Have you, Adele? Have you earned yourself an orgasm?”
“Yes, yes! I’ve been good,” I told him, trying not to laugh at the little rollplay thing he was trying to do.
While Serge was absolutely an alpha, this demanding, permission-seeking animal was not his thing. He didn’t need to ask me if I’d been a good girl. He knew, and he would give me whatever he choose to. I didn’t earn my orgasms, I was given them.
“Ok, I’ll let you come,” he bit my earlobe before his arms moved again and one brushed my cheek as he gripped onto the headboard.
The other hand lifting from the mattress and curling around, gripping me around where he was piercing me with his cock.
“That better?” he hummed, fingers moving against my clit now, hips pounding hard again.
With each fleshy slap of skin echoing through our tropical paradise, I climbed higher and higher, until my jaw was clenching and I was holding in a wail of pleasure.
“Don’t you dare!” he scolded me. “I want to hear it!”
The worst was over, so I panted and murmured for him, giving him the dregs instead of the ear splitting cry he would have enjoyed if I’d have just let go.
A few more thrusts and he tightened up against my thighs, body growing rigid as he throbbed inside me.
“Don’t you ever do that again, Adele,” he spoke in a low, almost angry voice. “I own every single cry from your lips. Don’t you ever keep one from me again, or next time I won’t let you come.”
He pulled out of me without fanfare and got off the bed.
I heard his footsteps slapping against the wooden floor as he left me, probably getting rid of the condom, then nothing.
Complete silence as I sat there, still with my butt in the air, waiting for him to untie me.
“Serge?” I almost squeaked, wondering if he'd actually left me.
“What?” he asked, not too far away, from what I could hear.
“Aren’t you going to untie me?”
“Why should I? Only good girls get to be untied.”
“You’re really mad at me?” I laugh.
“I’m fucking furious. That was mine, malishka. You owe me another one.”
Instantly I was tingling again, wondering if he would try and punish me.
Look at me, turning into a real Grey girl.
More footsteps, slower this time, more thoughtful almost.
“Do you know how you’re going to make it up to me, Adele?” he asked finally, his fingers undoing the ties at my wrists.
“I’m dying to know,” I chuckle.
“You’re going to eat my cock,” he said simply, snatching up the tie from my eyes, leaving me free once more.
I plopped back onto my butt and look up at him, gloriously naked, eyes squinted. Serious.
As of yet, I’d not yet had the pleasure of having him in my mouth, and suddenly I was drooling for him.
But he didn’t need to know that.
“You think you can get it up again so soon?” I asked him, leaning back, giving him the sassy attitude that drove him wild.
Funny that for a man who got everything he wanted from women, the one thing he was starved for was a woman who said no.
His chest heaved with a huff.
“Get on your knees.”
“Make me,” I grinned devilishly at him.
Within a second he had me in his arms, falling onto me as he bruised my lips with his in a brutal kiss.
“You don’t get to say that and get away with it,” he panted.
I shoved at his shoulder until he was on his back and crawled down, planting myself between his legs.
Usually it was reversed, and while I loved his tongue between my thighs, I was going to savor this, catalog his taste in my brain and never, ever let it go.
The moment my mouth descended on his semi-hard cock, I tasted salt and sweet from his previous release. I lapped it all up, nothing but a faint flavor left after he’d removed the condom.
A throaty moan seeped past his lips, his hands moving to cover his eyes as his cock grew before my eyes, swelling and pulsing, bobbing for more attention.
Oh God...Yes.
My movements grew frantic, tongue
tasting and lips tightening around him as my cheeks hollowed out, his hips bucking in rhythm with me.
“Holy fucking shit!” he called out, his hand suddenly embedded deep in my hair as he tried to control my movements.
I wouldn’t let him.
Instead I slowed, just as he silently begged me to go faster with his fingers curled into my hair.
A gurgling growl emitted around me and I grinned, my mouth still full of him.
Having such a strong creature under my complete control was such a power trip.
It felt so good.
“Thats e-fucking-nough!” Serge shouted abruptly, tearing my head away from his cock with his grip in my hair.
I just smiled sweetly up at my savage beast of a pretend boyfriend.
“Get on me, right-fucking-now, Adele. Ride me.”
If he insisted.
His hand let go of my hair and I crawled up his body, grinding where I could to drive him even wilder, than I plopped down on his abs, reaching toward the nightstand where the economy-sized box of condoms was, sitting half empty already.
I ripped the package open, then let a devious idea filter though.
It was a trick I learned a long time ago, and I knew that Serge would truly appreciate it.
I showed him the condom, his breathing still sporadic and eyes laser focused on me.
I opened my mouth a little and puckered my lips, just enough to get a little suction on the condom, then I wiggle down and plunge my mouth back down around him.
“Oh my God...” he grunted as my lips rolled on the condom, fingers securing it around his base.
“That was so fucking hot,” he breathed, palming the nape of my neck in one hand and bringing me up to kiss his lips.
See, I knew he’d appreciate it.
“Now ride me,” he ground out against my lips and pushed down on my hips.
The aim was wrong, but I could definitely feel that he was fully hard, throbbing and bobbing in anticipation as I sank down onto him.
He grunted again, these beautiful sounds filling my ears as I controlled him for once.
His palms on my hips and thighs moved at my pace, obeying my movements until he was lifting his hips and thrashing, squeezing my breasts and pulling my hair until we were both crying out.
Serge’s eyes opened lazily, a look of complete satisfaction, illuminated with adoration.
