by K C Luck
“Oh yes,” she cries. “Yes, yes, yes.” I answer by grinding harder, and then I am coming, too. An orgasm, so intense my knees nearly buckle, rips through me. Only because I am supporting both of us do I fight to remain standing. Burying my face in her neck, I shake with release. I haven't even touched her really, or felt her slippery and hot under my fingers, yet I am nearly limp from the climax. The thoughts of pushing inside her to feel the tight heat I know I will find there makes my arousal climb again. All I think now is getting her to my room and fucking her over and over all night. Yet, somehow, I can tell from the change in her body, this will not be the case. “Set me down, Jael,” she asks as she unwraps her legs from around my waist.
I comply without comment knowing what happened between us was in the heat of the moment, a release she needed, and now it is over. As she straightens her clothes, I restart the elevator. Neither of us looks at the other while the car rises. My heart aches knowing there is so much I still want. A part of me thinks I should feel used, yet I don’t. We both wanted this, and after all, I kissed her first.
At last the ride stops, and as the doors slide open, I hold them so she can step out. Still, we do not speak or make eye contact. The moment is beginning to take on the feel of an embarrassing mistake, and now I can't make my escape fast enough.
When she is in the hall, she turns back to me. Our eyes finally meet, and the look I find is not embarrassed or shy, but hot and bold. “Come to my room in fifteen minutes.” All I can do is nod. “Good,” Lila replies. She leaves me standing there, and I don't move until she disappears into her suite. This sexy, sophisticated, incredible billionaire wants me, and I won't leave her disappointed.
9
I don’t know what to expect while knocking lightly at Lila's suite. My mouth is dry, and my heart races from anticipation, yet a surprising sense of nervousness makes my stomach tight as well. Perhaps I have misinterpreted her intentions. Still, her request to come to her room was clear, so even if what happens next is purely business, I won’t look entirely foolish. The sudden thought she might be about to fire me pops into my mind. Our passion in the elevator, as incredible as it was, might have been going too far. After all, I am here as her bodyguard, and becoming physically involved is the worst thing I could do. If only she would open the door and put me out of my misery one way or the other.
As if on cue, I hear the door’s lock click. Then, it opens to reveal Lila now wearing a navy-blue silk kimono. If my instincts are correct, and from the small mounds I see from the hardness of her nipples under the fabric, she’s wearing nothing else.
“I wasn’t sure you’d do it. Come to my room, I mean,” she says stepping back to let me enter before she closes the door.
All I do is smile. Like I would ever be able to do otherwise.
Stepping closer, I look into her eyes. “Nothing could keep me away. Although I did worry that I was too rough in the elevator.”
At this, she laughs. It is light and holds a hint of surprise, as if what I said was ironic. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to come so badly,” is her response as she pulls at the tie to her robe. It falls open to reveal my guess was correct. She is naked and my eyes roam her smooth collarbones, linger at her breasts, then down her tight stomach to the patch of blonde hair. My hands twitch for wanting to touch her, but I am patient. There seems an unspoken message: she is in charge of what happens next. Again, I am reminded that under her warm and generous exterior, there is someone who demands control. It is something I will relinquish to her, for now at least. “Would you like something to drink?” she asks studying my face as my eyes take her in.
I shake my head. “No, but shall I make you one?”
She looks into my eyes, and there is hunger there. “I don’t want anything…” she murmurs, holding out her hand for me to take. “…but you.”
Her words spark a throbbing in me, culminating in an ache between my legs. I could not ask for more than to be wanted by this amazing woman, and accepting her hand, I let her lead me to the bedroom. A single lamp casts the room in low light. The covers are pulled back on the bed so only the sheet remains and across it are four silk scarves, all different, so I know this was not anything planned. Still, their intention is clear.
This gives me pause. As much as I am filled with desire, I have never been restrained. Before I consider my response, and although a sexual energy sparks in me at the idea of maybe, Lila turns back to me and smiles. The look is sultry, but with a touch of amusement.
“Don’t worry, Jael. Those are for me. I want you to tie me up.” Now the spark I feel roars into a flame, and I suck in a sudden breath of excitement. This elicits a chuckle from Lila. “Am I to assume you like the idea?”
“I do,” I reply nearly shaking with wanting her. Although I have tied a woman’s hands before, this will be new. As every part of me throbs with arousal, my only concern will be containing myself. If she touches me anywhere right now, I will come in an instant.
Lila crosses to the bed letting the kimono slide from her body, and then sits on the end of the bed to face me. “Undress.”
Her word is not a request, but an order, and I do it, but not hurried. I will not jump to her command—wanting her or otherwise. As I unbutton my white dress shirt and pull it off, revealing my muscular physique and no bra, I watch her blue eyes darken with lust. “Do you like what you see?” I ask holding her look while reaching for my belt to slowly unfasten the buckle and pull it free.
“Oh yes,” she murmurs, and when I kick off my shoes before pushing my pants and briefs down over my firm thighs and calves until I am naked, her eyes widen. “Come closer.” When I do, she runs her hands up my thighs, her touch almost burning me I crave it so much. A quick slip with her thumb over my clit before moving up my abs makes me buck my hips. Another smile. “So perfect.”
I say nothing, waiting while my body hums with desire. The urge to push her back on the bed and ravish her is intense, but I force my body to remain in place. Barely. Especially as she slides back on the bed and then lies down stretching her arms over her head. With half-closed eyes filled with hunger, she looks at me. “Tie me up. Tight. So, I can’t possibly get free.”
My clit tightens at her command, the idea so arousing I am hardly able to breathe. It’s all I can do to keep in control, climbing onto the bed and straddling her while I take one of her wrists. It is slender and delicate, so I am careful not to bruise her, yet I hold it tightly, so she knows resistance is pointless. She will soon be helpless. Tying one wrist, then the next, I look down at her face and see the pulse at her throat leaping like a panicked deer. The urge to ask if she is okay tempts me, but I don’t. The loss of control is part of her fantasy. Instead, I slide down her body to tie her ankles. After another minute, she is entirely restrained. A sensation of sexual power rises in me, unlike anything I have ever felt. In my lovemaking, I always remain in control, but this is beyond that. When she opens her eyes to look into mine, I see Lila senses my change. When she bites her lip, I know she likes the shift. Very much. Yet, she will test it, too.
“There is a vibrator in the nightstand’s drawer. Get it.”
I smile but shake my head. “I think I’ll have that drink now instead.” Climbing off the bed, I look at her. Her chest rises and falls quickly lifting her breasts and tight nipples so erotically I nearly give in and obey. Still, a glance at her swollen lips between legs parted in an invitation and glistening with her wetness, and I know this is precisely what she wants from me. Not a goat, but a tiger. Going to the bar in the other room, I pour myself a finger of expensive bourbon. The strong drink will affect me, but somehow, I know it will only heighten my pleasure when I fuck her.
I carry it back with me, sit on the edge of the bed, and look into her face while I sip. Her eyes are full of want, and her lips parted waiting for my kiss. Letting the liquid play over my tongue, I lean over to put my mouth on hers. The taste of the bourbon on me makes her moan with pleasure and my clit twitches.
Never have I experienced anything so erotic as when she opens her mouth to invite my tongue and relish the taste. Yet, when she tries to deepen the kiss, I pull back to tease her. When she lifts to kiss me more, I chuckle. “Not yet,” I tell her before enjoying the rest of my drink and setting down the glass. Then, in a swift move, I straddle her hips letting my body weight rest on her and making sure she feels my wetness low on her body. Our clits are nearly touching, and the heat between us makes me shiver. The need to grind down is intense, but again, I restrain myself and lean over to kiss her again. Her mouth is hungry for me, and our kiss is a battle of who wants the other more. With a gasp, I break away, and her entire body trembles.
“Please fuck me,” she whispers, and this time I can't refuse.
I reach to the nightstand to get the toy, bringing my nipple too close to her mouth, and she takes it with a long, hard tug. A bolt of electricity shoots straight to my center, and I nearly come before I pull free. “No you don’t,” I growl turning on the vibrator and sliding it down her body until it is between her legs. I wait holding the toy just close enough she senses the vibration but doesn’t quite feel it. “Is this what you want?”
Her hips buck trying to get to the sensation she knows is waiting, but I pull back. Lila whimpers. “Please,” she begs. It is precisely what I want to hear, her wanting me to fuck her desperately. In answer, I give her a taste and run the tip of the toy over her clit and down between her lips, before pushing inside just a little. A cry comes from her throat, and she starts to shake. “Deeper. Do it now.”
I start to thrust the shaft deep into her and feel her body mold around it, but then the need to share her orgasm overwhelms me. Taking the toy away, I replace the vibrator with two fingers. Sliding through her wetness until I am deep, curling the tips up to press against her, Lila responds by throwing her head back into the mattress and crying out. Wanting to make sure she remembers later I have been there, I push harder once, twice, and her body begins to shake. “Come to me,” I demand, and with a cry, she does. Riding my hand as I slide in and out, faster, harder, while she screams with ecstasy. I feel her pulsing and squeezing my fingers making the need in me too great to ignore. I touch myself, fingering my clit to the point of release. Together, we both cry out, melting. Only when I feel her body go limp do I slide out and move beside her. I notice her eyes are open and she is staring at the ceiling. Holding myself up on an elbow, I regard her expression, but cannot tell what she is thinking. Before I ask, she sighs.
“Never again, darling,” she says. “This is our one time. And no one can ever know.” I open my mouth, wanting to argue, wanting to tell her something this good cannot be enough, but suddenly I hear a chirping. Her phone is ringing on the nightstand. “Shit,” she says. “Answer it on speaker. That’s the billionaire’s tone. If I don’t answer, they will think something is wrong.”
I leap to do as she asks, and when it connects, she sounds surprisingly normal as she answers. “Hello,” she says. “Is everything okay?”
“You tell me,” comes a woman's deep voice. It is not Zena but someone I don't recognize. “I'm in the hall, at your door hoping those sounds are pleasure, not pain.”
I watch Lila squeeze her eyes shut, and dread clenches my chest. This is the worst thing to happen. We’ve been caught. Finally, she laughs, and I am more confused than ever. “Hello, Madison,” she replies. “Untie me Jael, and go let her in.”
10
Sitting in the living room of Lila’s suite, I watch as her friend, Madison, takes a tentative sip at the bourbon in her glass. She pauses to consider the taste, then smiles. “Not scotch, but after the shit flight we had coming over from the States, I’ll take it,” she declares. The ‘we’ she refers to is the gorgeous blonde woman, Claire, who sits perched on the arm of the plush chair where Madison relaxes. Even as awkward as the situation is, considering I was caught compromisingly with Lila, I cannot help but appreciate Claire. Attractive, yet also coming off as gracious as she did not bat an eye at my mishmash of attire—slacks, barefoot, a resort’s courtesy robe, and hair a mess. The woman is lovely, and the way Madison’s eyes keep coming back to look at her makes it clear she cannot get enough. Although Madison’s persona is cool and reserved, I am not fooled. She clearly adores Claire.
As much as I instinctively like Claire, I can’t say the same about Madison. When I opened the door to let them in, the butch looked me up and down with a smirk on her face. “Let me guess, the bodyguard?” she asked before stepping past me with such a confident stride it bordered on arrogance. Although I didn’t recognize her, there was no doubt in my mind she was one of the lesbian billionaires. Lila greeted them each with a long hug, looking entirely unruffled as if she just came from tea, and not been tied to her bed getting fucked until she screamed.
Not until we all settled into the living room did Lila tilt her head and ask the question I wanted answered. “So, let's cut to the chase, shall we? Why in the world are the two of you suddenly in the French Alps?”
“Skiing, naturally,” Madison answers matter-of-factly. “Why else?”
At this, Claire smiles making her already beautiful face all the more attractive. “Or more like falling in my case, I think. I’ve never skied.”
Madison runs a hand lovingly down the woman’s arm. “We will start slow,” she says, a slightly suggestive undercurrent in her tone. A twinkle in Claire’s eyes makes me think there have been a few new things in her life recently. Lila catches it too and laughs.
“Madison, you’re horrible. And don't worry Claire,” she says. “I will teach you. It's really not hard once you get the hang of it.”
Claire smiles. “I'd love that, if you're sure? I don't want to mess up your plans.”
“Not at all,” Lila replies with a wave of her hand and then turns to me. “And you, Jael, do you ski? Or shall I instruct you, too?” When she raises an eyebrow, the double meaning of her words is clearly no accident either. Even in the mixed company, a tingle runs through me. After all, less than a half-hour ago, we were pleasantly engaged in some great sex. The memory of it starts an ache, and I shift a little. Clearly, Madison notices, and with a chuckle waves a finger at Lila.
“You could be in so much trouble,” she says. “What if Val came? Or Zena herself? Or really if any of the others were sent to look in on you?”
Lila blushes but doesn't drop her eyes from Madison's. She might be breaking a rule or two, but she owns the results, and I admire her even more for it. “Luckily, it was only you. But I have no doubt the cost of keeping you silent will be high,” she says. I furrow my brow, not liking the idea of either of us being indebted to this billionaire. Still, keeping tonight a secret is imperative, for both our sakes.
“Oh, no doubt,” Madison grins. “But for now, the plan tomorrow truly is just to ski. And I’m exhausted, so—” She starts to get up, but Lila holds up a hand.
“Sit down, please,” she says. I’m a little surprised when the billionaire settles back without a word. I have the impression there are not many people who tell Madison what to do. I don't know the history of these two, but clearly, the friendship runs deep. “I know you are not here only to ski. Now, why did they send you?”
Suddenly, the appearance of another billionaire from the club clicks. It is too much to be a coincidence. “The message,” I interject. “On the mirror last night.”
“Exactly,” Madison says pointing in my direction. “I got a call from Zena telling me to jump on my plane and get over here with Claire, so we can make it look at least a tiny bit more convincing.”
“To what purpose?” I blurt out much harsher than I intend, although, I genuinely don’t see what is gained by adding another billionaire to keep track of. I watch Madison clench her jaw, no doubt disliking my tone. For a moment, I am sure she will snarl something back, but then Claire puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Because we've seen Georgia DeLane up close,” Claire says before Madison answers playing a bit of a peacekeeper. “E
ven in disguise, I think I would know her. The way she carries herself.”
I nod remembering from the files that Claire is the woman Georgia tried to kidnap with Lila the night of the Hollywood Gala. Only through Madison's interference did they escape unharmed, and for that, I am grateful. Enough so, I tell myself to go easier on these two unexpected visitors. They are genuinely here to help, even if I never asked for it. “Good point,” I say. “Although, I am not sure the intruder last night is actually her. That seems especially bold.”
Madison scoffs. “Bold is that woman’s middle name. But I agree, she’s probably hired someone, which will only make this harder.”
“God, what a mess I’ve made,” Lila says rubbing her hands over her face. “And now you’re here and possibly in danger, too.”
Madison shrugs, but I am not entirely convinced she is so unconcerned. If not for herself, then for Claire. “It is what it is,” she says finishing her drink in one swallow. “But for now, I’m ready for bed.” Taking Claire’s hand, she stands.
“Sleep will do you well after your long flight,” I say, and at this Madison exchanges a glance with Claire. The sultry look the blonde gives her is enough to send up sparks of their own.
Madison chuckles. “Who said anything about sleeping?”
Lila laughs and stands to give another quick round of hugs before Madison and Claire go. “You’re so bad, Madison,” she says and ushers them to the door. “But I’m glad you are here.” Madison winks as the two leave, and once they are gone, Lila pauses at the door. I am not sure what to expect but will do whatever she tells me. The chemistry between us is incredible. Hot and bright like an electric spark. But the last thing she said before Madison called still lingers in my mind. Never again, darling. This is our one time. I hate thinking that is true, but it seems unlikely there is any other course of action. She went against her agreement with the club by sleeping with me. Now, someone knows, although I am confident Madison and Claire will be discreet with the information. Possibly at a price, yet I sense the bond between Lila and her friend is deep enough, it will be nothing but a favor for a favor.
