New Dawning International Bookfair
Presents
An Erotic Romance Novel by
Daryl Devoré
Copyright © 2011 Daryl Devoré
Smashwords Edition
Dedication
A heart-felt thank-you to Dee for his patient help and advice.
~A Kept Woman~
Chapter One
“Gawd, women are such a pain.” Derek snapped his cell phone shut and threw it onto his night table. He untied his blue-striped silk tie and tossed it onto the bed. In moments, his Italian-cut three-piece suit lay equally flung aside. Pulling open the bottom dresser drawer, he removed a fraying, college sweatshirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. After lacing up his well-worn sneakers and ruffling his groomed hair, he stared at his reflection in his full length mirror. The transformation from chairman of the board to construction worker took less than five minutes. Grabbing his wallet he removed his driver’s license, one charge card and thirty-five dollars and placed them into an old wallet. He stuffed it into his back hip pocket, grabbed his cell phone and exited his bedroom.
Donning his jacket with the New York Rangers team’s logo, he checked the pocket for his car keys, then rode his private elevator down to the basement parking garage. He walked past his three expensive imports, unlocked the rusted, dark blue Camaro and drove out of the upper rich side.
Traffic was a beast. Snow had fallen all day. The roads were slippery and regular people were anxious to get home. Not Derek. He headed to Charlie’s, a topless bar on the corner of ‘don’t know’ and ‘don’t care.’
Opening the door, he stepped out of the mid-November chill into his alter ego world. Charlie’s wasn’t a special bar, just a nondescript drinking joint - dark, hazy and full of people wanting to get drunk. But he loved it. Here he was Derek, not Mr. Davenport. He sat on the stool next to his three drinking buddies. “Yo, low life and scum-beings.” They waved their beers. “Barkeep, whatever they’re drinking I’ll have two of. I’m behind here and gotta get caught up.” He grabbed a handful of peanuts.
“Thought you had a date tonight,” said Steve, married with three kids. He spent many nights hiding out in the bar spending his pay check on beer and false conversations.
“Women are such pains.” Derek tossed some money on the bar and took a gulp of beer.
“Bulletin,” recently divorced Linc, shouted to the few patrons in the bar. “Derek’s broken up with his woman of the month.”
A buxom waitress wiggled her way past and pressed her ample, naked breasts up against Derek’s back. His groin sent him an, Easy fuck alert.
“You promised I’d be your next girl.” said a pouty little voice.
Derek turned on his bar stool, and was chest to chest with Trixie. His hands cupped her breasts. “Beautiful. Full and very suckable.”
The bartender cuffed Derek across the back of the head. “How many times do I gotta tell you? Don’t touch the girls.”
Derek dropped his hands. Trixie ain’t no girl. She’s worked here too long. Any girlness was gone years ago. He grabbed his two beers. “Come on guys, table over there. Game’ll be starting soon and I gotta get drunk.”
“Bad day at work?” Kevin asked.
Derek collapsed on his chair. “Stinking day. Think I’ll get rich, buy the company and fire my boss. He’s such an ass.”
Steve swallowed his beer. “Hey, could you get rich enough to fire my boss?”
“I’ll get rich enough to fire everybody’s boss. Then we can all be boss,” said Derek.
“And fire ourselves.” Linc raised his bottle.
“I’ll drink to that.” Steve clinked his bottle with Linc’s.
By nine-thirty, Steve and Linc were singing old Beach Boy tunes and being led by Kevin, a drummer from a now defunct rock and roll oldies band. “I know.” Kevin’s eyes brightened. “Place an ad.”
Derek rubbed his face and gaped at Kevin. “What th’ fuck you talkin’ `bout? Steve, you know?”
Steve shrugged his shoulders.
“Me and Steve, don’t know what ya talkin’ `bout.” Derek was about to ask Linc what was going on, but his cheek was pressed against crushed peanut shells and spilled beer. “Screw this! I gotta take a leak.” Derek made a beeline for the Men’s Room.
Trixie watched him cross the bar and when he exited the rest room, she pulled him into the manager’s office. “He’s not in tonight.”
Derek’s eyes were focused on watching her as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. “Fuck me, Derek.” Cupping her breasts, she offered them to him. “I can’t believe no woman has caught you yet. With that gorgeous thick black hair and those ice blue eyes.” Her hand reached down and grabbed the swelling in his jeans. “And that big cock. How come you’re still free?”
He didn’t answer; instead his mouth latched onto a nipple and sucked. His tongue swirled and lapped at her, teasing her and feeling her grow firmer. Trixie’s fingers found the zipper on his jeans. With an experienced hand, she unzipped him, released her prize and coaxed him to full size.
He dropped her tight shorts to the floor, slid his hand between her thighs while his fingers searched for a moist wet recess. “You don’t need any foreplay. You are ready, woman.”
He pulled a condom out of his wallet. Trixie opened the package, placed the condom over the tip of his fully aroused penis and with an experienced grip rolled it the length of his shaft until she reached its base. After a quick tickle of his balls, she turned and spread her legs.
Slipping inside Trixie’s hot and ready pussy, Derek felt the familiar pleasure begin to grow. He didn’t need a girlfriend. He needed a woman--one who would fulfill his desires but not clutter his life. Focusing on himself his pace grew frantic. Panting he said, “Better cum soon, Trixie. ‘Cause I am about to.”
Trixie’s hand rubbed her clit. “Oh gawd that feels so good. No, don’t come. I’m not ready.”
With one last powerful thrust, Derek exploded inside her. His thrusts slowed. While Trixie furiously worked herself, Derek hung his head and regained control of his breathing. He felt the shudder pass through Trixie. Placing a kiss between her shoulders, he slipped out of her, tossed the condom into the garbage, zipped up his jeans and returned to his buddies.
“What’d ya get lost?” Kevin asked.
“Naw, I was fucking, Trixie.”
“Don’t tell us that.” Steve held his hands to his ears.
“But I like what you said Kevin.”
Kevin’s brow crinkled as he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.
Derek continued, “Before I went to take a leak. You said take out an ad. I’m gonna do it. All it’s going to say is Woman wanted. I don’t want a girlfriend. They’re nothing but pains in the butt.”
“Then you sure as hell don’t want a wife.” Steve lowered his head and shook it.
Derek grabbed the paper off the bar and ripped through until he found the personal ads. Digging out his cell phone he dialed the newspaper office. After talking with someone at the paper, he returned to his buddies. “You’re all drunk. Go home.”
“Did you do it?” Kevin asked.
“Said I would, didn’t I?”
“Do what?” Linc asked.
“I’ll explain in the cab. Come on Linc. You got balls, Derek.” Kevin slapped Derek on the back.
After helping Linc into the cab and waving goodbye, Derek walked to his car, mentally calculating his blood/alcohol level. Should be below the legal limit. But barely, crap, shoulda paid more attention to the number of beers. Guess I shouldn’t drink angry. He put his key into the ignition.
Returning to his zillion dollar penthouse apartment, Derek collapsed across his bed. He rubbed his face and sighed. A hangover and chairing a board meeting tomorrow, the two things he despised most in the entire universe.
Chapter Two
Arianne burst into her apartment, brushed past her roommate, threw her keys onto the coffee table and plopped onto her couch. “I hate men.”
Taylor looked up. “Me excluded, of course.”
“I hate straight men. There, is that better?”
“Well, I can commiserate with that. I hate straight men, too.”
She pulled out her hair tie and shook her shoulder length hair free. “I hate my life.” After a deep depressed sigh, she snatched up the newspaper that had been lying on the coffee table.
Taylor put his Blackberry in his pocket. “Now this sounds serious.”
“It has been two months and I still can’t find a job.”
“Then why do you hate men?”
“Because some man caused the downturn and made it difficult for people to buy stuff and now I don’t have a job.” Unsuccessfully tossing the paper across the room, it fluttered to the carpet near her feet. “And to top it off, Kyle broke up with me. He suddenly woke up and found that he’s in a different place and I don’t belong there with him. Whatever the hell that means.”
“This is where—”
“And, I’m living a stereotype. I’m like in one of those sitcoms. Straight girl lives with gay guy. Hell, I can’t even screw you ‘cause we like the same thing - men! Except, I hate men!”
When her ranting subsided, Taylor tried again. “This is where I get practical and ask, you do have some money saved up, right?”
Arianne shook her head.
“How can you be employed for two years and not have saved anything?”
“Well, I had to pay off my college loan.”
“Not to mention a new pair of shoes every other week. So how much do you have or do I have to start looking for a new rent paying roommate?”
“I’m broke. I was sort of hoping to move in with Kyle while I hunted for something.”
“I love you dearly Arianne, but I can’t afford the rent on my own. And I cannot afford to feed you. Guess I start looking for a paying roommate. Or you could beg a loan off mommy and daddy. What about unemployment?” Arianne sighed. Taylor bent down, picked up the newspaper and tossed it at her. “Keep looking for a job.”
She missed one section of the paper, but managed to catch the second. It was the personal ads. “Here’s a job for me. Woman wanted. Apply to e-box twenty four. I’m a woman. So I’m qualified for that one.”
Taylor’s cell phone went off. He flipped it open and started chatting. Arianne wandered into the kitchen and peered into the cupboards. When nothing suited her fancy, she pulled open the freezer door. One microwave chicken meal sat alone. She grabbed it, tossed it into Taylor’s microwave and pressed cook.
Entering the kitchen, doing-up the last button on his shirt, Taylor handed Arianne his tie. “I have to go out. Are you going to be alright?”
After running the silk material through her fingers and reveling in the sensation, Arianne flipped it over his neck, adjusted the length and began to tie a Windsor knot. “Hold still. Yea, I’m fine. Just needed to bitch for a moment. I’m not depressed over Kyle. Just annoyed. There.” She patted the knot. “Fashion check.”
Her tall and uber-fashionably dressed roommate then displayed his best runway walk across their tiny kitchen and dramatically posed by the door. “Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful.”
Arianne chuckled. “Yes, you are more beautiful than me. That Scandinavian blond hair of yours I’d kill for. It should be illegal for a man to have eye lashes as long as yours. Your fashion sense makes me look like a bag lady and an extra twenty pounds on that butt wouldn’t make it look fat. Go. Get out of here before I fall into a deeper and darker depression.”
After two quick cheek kisses, Taylor exited and Arianne returned to watching the numbers count down on the microwave’s timer—knocking the seconds off her miserable failure of a life. She reached for the mail pile on the kitchen table; four unpaid bills, all for her, and not a postcard or a letter from anyone. She pushed the message button on the answering machine—seven messages—all for Taylor. I exist to no one except bill collectors. I suck.
Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a partially filled bottle of wine. Hey, some white. I’m having chicken. Taylor won’t mind. Turning, she opened a cupboard and grabbed a large coffee mug. Near the toaster was a bottle of red wine with a wine stopper in it. Pre-dinner drink. What a great idea. After pouring the red wine into the coffee mug, she swallowed a few large mouthfuls, topped up her mug and carried both bottles into the living room. Returning to the kitchen, she grabbed her supper, carried the hot plastic tray to her seat on the couch.
Picking up the remote with one hand and the coffee mug with the other, she alternated between surfing channels and sipping wine. She stopped at two naked females passionately exploring each other’s body. Blankly staring at the screen she finished the bottle of red wine, consumed her precooked, fast-frozen meal in a container and had changed to white wine, without noticing the difference. Tossing the empty dish onto the coffee table, the fork bounced off and landed on the newspaper. She bent down to pick it up. The ad she had read to Taylor caught her eye. “What the hell.” She picked her laptop up off the coffee table, typed in the website then clicked on e-box twenty four.
Hi. I’m Derek. I’m looking for a woman. I don’t want a girlfriend or a lover. Just a mutually sexually satisfying companion. The work will be minimal and the pay will be excellent. If interested email me your name, an introduction - 100 words or less - and a photo to entice me to hire you.
Arianne drank her wine and stared at the laptop screen for fifteen minutes while she had a mental debate. The “yes” voice in her head won out. The wine may have helped. She linked the digital camera to the computer then walked to her room and stripped. She stood in front of the small mirror and tried to choose her sexiest pose. Having chosen the conservative one of standing with her hands at her sides, legs spread apart; Arianne positioned herself in front of the camera and clicked the trigger. In a moment the picture appeared on the screen.
Appraising her body, Arianne smiled - soft curves, ample breasts and a neatly trimmed puff of hair below her belly button. It was a sexy body, not ravishing like a movie star’s, but it had enticed a few of the male gender. With some careful editing she deleted the background of the picture until all she had was a naked, headless picture of herself. She attached the photo to an email and began to type her message.
My name is Arianne. I’m 25 and recently unemployed so I’m ready to explore any job opportunity. Especially one that will pay an excellent salary. I keep in shape. I like to party but I don’t do drugs. I’m not a virgin, but I am clean—no STD’s. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t jump into bed with every guy I meet. I’m just a regular girl pushed into a corner and is desperately looking for a way out.
How much is “excellent pay”?
She hit the send button. No turning back now. While online she did a daily depressing search of the job listings. As she was about to click off, she noticed her email icon was flashing.
Hello Arianne. This is Derek. I am 28 and employed. I also like to keep in shape, but I enjoy a lazy day doing nothing but watching TV. There will be no drugs involved—only sex. I don’t have the time or the patience for a relationship.
Job description - service me at least once a week - say every Tuesday. I will supply an apartment for our meetings. I don’t want to wine and dine you. There is no emotional involvement. I want to walk in, fuck and leave.
Pay - how does $8,000 a month - to start - sound? Reply.
Derek.
“Sounds pretty damn good!”
Replying to the message she typed,
Derek, This is not an acceptance of job, just a couple more questions. When would I start? How would I be paid?
Arianne
While waiting for his reply she picked up her clothes and tossed them on top of the growing pile in the laundry hamper. Pulling out a pair of warm flannel PJs, she dressed and sat back in front of the computer.
Hello again,
Next Tuesday. Paid in cash. No paper trail. I will provide AIDS test result— you must also—on first meeting.
If willing, meet at the Corner Coffee House on Thirty Fourth Street. Be there by 1:00 p.m. If all is acceptable, we will have our first session. I will pay you $1,000 cash. Trial basis. I will then decide whether to continue or end this business arrangement. Reply.
Derek.
To the monitor she said, “A thousand dollars! For one afternoon’s work! How can I turn it down? I need the money. It’s a job. My employer pays me to do what he wants. My former employer paid me to illustrate books and now my new employer is going to pay me a fortune for one afternoon a week and—” A sexy grin crossed her face. “It’s not like I don’t like sex. Send the message, girl.” Before she had time to change her mind, Arianne typed out her message and sent it. She tapped her fingers on the keyboard waiting for his reply.
Done. Tuesday. Derek.
Arianne’s hand clapped to her mouth. “Oh my God! What have I done?”
Chapter Three
Tuesday at 12:50, the subway raced through the dark tunnel. Arianne felt as if everyone knew and was staring at her, silently condemning her for what she was about to do. She had spent the morning indulging in a long, hot soak in the bathtub. Every piece of clothing she owned had been tried on and rejected a half dozen times. Outfits ranging from Catholic school girl to sleazy woman of the night were created and discarded.
She pulled her winter jacket closer to her body as she felt the subway train slow then stop at the station. Stepping out onto the street to her left, two stores away, was the Corner Coffee House. The clock above the door read 12:59.
People pushed past her, both trying to enter and exit the subway station. Pace by pace she moved toward the coffee shop. She passed the restaurant glancing in the window. Her eyes scanned the patrons--business men, ladies out shopping and lovers. To anyone inside, she looked like someone thinking about a quick cup of coffee.
She stepped inside. The warm aroma of coffee teased her nostrils. She stood near the counter and waited. Attempting to appear as if she were looking for a seat, Arianne surveyed the room. The instant her eyes passed over his table, she knew which man was Derek. In the corner, reading a financial paper sat a dangerously handsome man.
He reached for his coffee mug and raised it to his lips. Arianne shivered. That mouth would soon be kissing her. She closed her eyes and imagined his lips closing around her firm nipple and gently sucking on it.
“Miss!”
She snapped back to reality. “Small Mocha Cappuccino. Lite.” She dug out coins and bills until she had the correct amount and placed the money on the counter.
To stop the trembling in her hands, she firmly gripped the coffee mug. Her knees were weak as she crossed the coffee shop floor. She apologized as she bounced off two customers. Pausing, she looked over her shoulder. The door was not that far away. She could make it.
He looked up. She glanced his way. Her eyes locked onto two ice blue spheres. He stood and pulled out the chair in front of her. Her knees gave way and she settled herself. “I recognized you when you entered,” said the man.
“But my face wasn’t on the photo?”
“Faces can be misleading.” He held out his hand. “I’m Derek.” Arianne released the coffee mug and placed her trembling hand into his. He turned it over and kissed the back it. “Nice to meet you, Arianne. We can spend the time here talking. Or we can go to the apartment.”
“How about a bit of both?”
“Then I may as well lay everything on the table. Since this is a business deal I’ll be blunt. This whole thing is about me. You are an employee. Your needs are irrelevant. If the sex isn’t satisfying to you, then the pay check should be. Do you have a problem with that?”
Arianne tugged on the zipper of her sweater and slowly lowered it. She discreetly opened it revealing her naked breasts.
A small grin passed over Derek’s face. He reached out and gently slid his index finger down her right breast and across her nipple. “They are beautiful. It will be a pleasure to become well acquainted with their feel and taste.”
She glanced down. Her nipples were erect. “I am an honest hardworking person. If I agree to this, I will perform my duties to the best of my ability and hopefully to the pleasure of my employer.”
A puzzled look crossed his brow and he leaned closer. “Why are you doing this?”
“I need a job. This is a very expensive city and when you are unemployed it quickly becomes an unfriendly place to live. I am not a virgin and I am an adult. My body is mine to use as I see fit. You are offering me employment.”
“Very businesslike. Excellent.”
“Can I ask you why you are doing this? You are very handsome and could get any woman you wanted. You are well dressed so you must have a decent job. Stock broker or lawyer, I’d say.”
“I was angry at the entire female race and drunk when I placed the ad. Then I forgot about it.” Derek rubbed his forehead. “When I checked it out there were too many replies. Being practical, I said one of those women has got to be better than all the others I’ve dated. I think I went through the first fifty and found you. When you’re ready, I would like to take you up and show you the apartment. Here is my AIDS test. I am clean of that and any other STD.” Arianne read his certificate and handed him hers. He glanced at it and returned the paper to her. “Drink your coffee. I’ll finish my paper.”
While he read, Arianne watched his face. He has one of those serious brows. Makes him look all important. And a compassionate face. Gorgeous, but compassionate. He doesn’t seem evil or anything. Bet there are a couple of cute dimples if I could only get him to smile. I think he’ll be a fair boss, but look out if I piss him off. His eyes! Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that blue. Or that mesmerizing. I can’t stop looking at them. He can probably see deep down into my soul. She stifled a giggle. Gee, I’m getting all romantic and stuff here. Somehow I don’t think I could hide a secret from him. What secret? I’ve got nothing to hide and I’m about to get as up close and personal on one can get.
“Done?”
Her attention returned to him. “Pardon?”
“Are you done talking to yourself? Or in other words, have I passed inspection?”
Ignoring the embarrassing blush on her cheeks, he folded his paper, stood up and put on his winter overcoat. Arianne zipped up her sweater and jacket and followed him outside. They rounded the restaurant to the back parking lot. Parked off to the side was a dark blue SUV, license plate Derek 3.
When both were seated, Derek said, “I am not going to make you sign a contract. I doubt either of us wants a paper trail. You have as much to lose here as I do. If you attempt to scream rape or breach of contract or try to extort more money out of me, my lawyers can and will shred you into tiny pieces.”
“I understand what you’re telling me? I’m not naive. Having lived in this city too long, I’ve developed a good judge of character. You seem sincere and mean to use me only as an employee. I’m ready to go to the apartment.”
Derek maneuvered through the city streets and parked in an underground parking garage. They walked to the elevator. “You need this to make it work.” He handed her a small red card as he held his matching one. “Use this one. It’s an express. It only stops at certain floors.”
“And which floor is it supposed to stop at?”
“Fifty-sixth floor, but that’s already encoded into the card.” He handed her a second card which was blue. “When the elevator stops, slide this card through the reader and the front doors will open. It is part of the security. A person may be able to get up to the apartment, but they still have to get the doors open to get in.”
“Are these cards good all the time?”
“Until I deactivate ’em.” He slid his card through the reader and the doors opened.
Arianne peered inside. Dark wood, polished brass and spotless mirrors adorned the sides, but the back was another set of doors. “Like a hospital elevator.”
Derek chuckled and pressed the pause button to hold the doors open. “I never looked at it that way. The back doors open into another apartment. There are only two on each floor.”
Looking at the blue card she held, Arianne puzzled it out then spoke. “This is like your front door key. You don’t have to give me your apartment number because when the doors open I’ll be at your apartment.”
He nodded. “I’m not going up. You go look around and make a decision. If you’re in agreement, send the elevator down empty. If you meet me at the bottom then I will know that you are unhappy and wish to terminate this deal. I’ll pay you, call for a cab and send you on your way.”
Arianne stepped inside and watched the doors close between them.
Her eyes stared at the numbers as they counted up to floor fifty-six. She put her hand on her chest to try and calm her pounding heart. This is so stupid. What am I doing? I’m not that kind of a girl! Something caught her attention. She paused. Sniffed. His cologne? Elevators don’t smell of men’s cologne. Most of them just smell. I may be in over my head here, but wow, that is one gorgeous guy. He’s built the way I like’em--long and lean. And those eyes. Such a deep blue. And that mouth. It’s—
The upward movement stopped. For a moment, so did Arianne’s heart. She swiped her blue card. The doors started to open. “O. M. G!” Entering the apartment, Arianne steadied her nerves. “I have seen this room on the cover of City Interiors.”
She stepped from the marble entry and sank into lush carpet.
Masters, not reproductions, hung on the walls. Before her was the main living room. A black leather sofa divided the entry way from the living room. On both sides were matching chairs with ottomans. A glass coffee table sat in front of the couch; a tinted blue oval sheet of glass resting on a dolphin statue. A flat panel TV hung on the wall above the requisite fireplace. The balcony doors displayed a city view that few people saw.
All the furniture gleamed with obvious attention. Peering inside doors and drawers, Arianne discovered everything was empty—no stored CDs or DVDs. She glanced down. The coffee table was empty. There was no big expensive coffee table book, only a lone remote.
Guessing which door lead to the bedroom, she pressed the door handle and peered inside. The room was decorated in soft mauve and ivory. The bed dominated the room with its size and four ornately carved posts. More original paintings adorned the walls, scenes of the ocean, of a tropical island and a soft sunset with a woman staring at a distant ship. The dressers and closets were huge but empty. There was nothing secreted away anywhere.
She stepped through the bedroom into the master bathroom. “That is not a bathtub. It’s a swimming pool!” The tub faucet was a small section of black marble over which the water would pour like a water fall. The taps were gold. Arianne rubbed her hand along them. In the corner stood the shower—a large affair of glass and gold fixtures. Numerous spouts on three sides would cover a person in spray from all angles.
“This is so unfair. Gawd I’d love to be rich. Look at this stuff.” The sink’s gold taps and faucet were designed, again, like a porpoise. Opening the vanity drawers, she found new toothbrushes and toothpaste, bars of soap, body oil, razors, shaving cream, shampoo and towels.
She completed the same inspection of the kitchen. There were no pots or pans, or serving dishes. Opening the cupboards and refrigerator she found no food, but six cans of beers sat chilling in the door. The sideboard in the dining room held a small set of china and silver, enough to serve a meal to two people, but the kitchen held nothing with which to prepare a meal.
One room had a desk, chair and a computer—nothing else. The other four rooms and two bathrooms were bare. Smiling to herself, she conceded that she had found no hidden terrors just an elegant partially decorated apartment.
She stood before the elevator doors. The moment of truth. She pressed the button and the doors opened. It was empty. “He seems polite. Underneath his it’s all about him bravado, there is a large portion of compassion for me. He has been very up front with me. Why am I talking to an empty elevator?” She reached in and pressed the button to send the car to the parking garage. “You’ve done it Arianne. You have sealed your fate.”
The pounding in her chest increased every second. When would he arrive to take her? To kiss her with that perfect mouth and stroke her naked flesh with those longer fingers. As the doors began to open she willed herself not to scream.
* * * *
He stepped into the room. Staring at her shoulder length brown hair, Derek let his eyes admire Arianne. Her chocolate brown eyes looked in his with a slight embarrassed but proud aura. Her face was tense, but Derek knew her beauty would only intensify when she allowed herself to relax. His mouth yearned to taste her. To explore the sensations of kissing and being kissed by her perfect set of lips. He let his gaze rest when his visual tour reached her breasts. She had been bold enough to tease him with a glance and the briefest of touches. His finger tip tingled at the memory of the moment.
Continuing down to her navel, a slight grin crossed his lips as the promise of what was hidden by her blue jeans caused a stirring in his own groin. Long legs, he loved women with long legs. Running his tongue up the inside of a thigh always brought out the deep purring sounds which caused the heat in him to grow. His patience had been reached, after clearing his throat he managed to say, “Go into the bedroom, strip and lay on the bed.”
He followed Arianne to the bedroom and watched as she removed her jacket and placed it on the dresser. Fighting the trembling of her fingers, she tugged at the zipper of her sweater and let it drop to the floor. After kicking off her shoes and socks, she wriggled out of her jeans and panties and placed the pile on top of her jacket. Naked, she pulled the covers off the bed. Stretched out to her fullest, she could not reach from end to end.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he said, “I want to taste you. Sample you. I will never do anything that you don’t want to do. If you want anything other than straight sex then you arrange it. You may get as creative as you like to keep me interested. The computer has an encoded charge card. You may purchase items and have them delivered here for our use. But now…” He pulled off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, kicked off his shoes and began undoing his shirt. Settled back on the edge of the bed, he ran his hand down her cheek, chest, breast, belly, navel and down her thighs. “You are incredibly beautiful.”
The sight of his sculpted body and the fiery touch of his hand on her naked flesh was too much for Arianne. Her body trembled under his touch. “I…I feel.” Taking a big breath she said, “Well, I feel like an idiot. I don’t know what to do. I mean, I know what to do. I just don’t know what you want me to do.”
Bending over, his mouth slowly moved toward her waiting nipple. With the softest of kisses he brushed his lips across her pink flesh. As he watched, it grew firmer.
He chuckled. “You don’t have to do anything. I want to explore you.” He ran his tongue up the underside of her breast and flicked it across her nipple. “This is about satisfying my curiosities or needs of the moment. And at this moment, my curiosity centers on the feel of that nipple.” He sucked it into his mouth.
Arianne arched her chest. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of his lips caressing her nipple.
Reaching over he began to fondle her other breast, stroking the soft flesh and teasing the hard nipple between his fingers. Releasing her, he said, “I want to learn what works for you. How you respond to my touch. Lay back. Close your eyes. Indulge my curiosity.”
As his mouth moved to her unkissed nipple, his hand slid down her stomach. His fingers slithered through her bush and began to stroke the insides of her thighs. A finger tapped her inner leg and she splayed them apart. Casual strokes from her mound to her pussy ignited a fire deep inside her womb.
Arianne followed what he did with focused interest. He’s not hurrying. This isn’t a slam-bam. He’s doing exactly what he said…oh, that feels sooooo— A soft moan escaped her lips.
A long finger slipped inside, turned upwards and began to rub the place where a woman’s g-spot is located. Thoughts gave way to soft sighs and deep moans as his thumb circled her clit.
“You’re so hot. And wet. Nice. Spread your legs more.”
She felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue touched her. Little laps across her clit made her hips start to squirm. Pulling her knees up and back, she exposed herself more fully to his mouth. While his hand continued to work her, his tongue explored every fold of skin and every secret place.
After what seemed like hours of bliss, but was probably a couple of minutes, he ordered, “Roll over on your hands and knees. Spread your legs.” She heard the zipper and then the rustle of his pants. The bed shook as he climbed and edged up behind her.
Both gasped as he slid into her. His hand reached around her hip and continued to caress her clit. He pumped into her with a languid rhythm. She met his thrusts, back and forward, back and forward. Squeezing her vaginal muscles to tighten her grip on him, she didn’t allow him to leave her.
“You feel so good. I wish I had more time.”
Arianne responded with a moan of delight. His pace increased. Her pulse raced. The pleasure was building between her legs. Her breasts swayed with the pounding in her body. She was no longer able to match his rhythm. He would increase to a driving speed then slacken to a leisurely pace. Her focus snapped to her groin. The pressure was intense. The sensations were overwhelming. “Oh my God! I’m cuming… I’m cum—”
He pounded himself deeper into her. Arianne gasped and shuddered with the explosion of her orgasm. A few thrusts later he tensed, inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled. While reveling in the moment of her bliss, Arianne felt the gush of hot thick semen pour into her. After a long, low groan, his thrusts slowed until he stopped, still buried deep inside her.
Carefully, she spread her knees apart and lowered herself to the bed. She felt him slip out of her followed by a gush of hot liquid. She was aware of him moving around, but was unable to move. It felt as if her muscles had melted. Smiling, she lay sprawled belly down.
She yawned and blinked. The darkening of the room attracted her attention. Rolling over she checked her watch - 5:30! Damn, I fell asleep. Grabbing a bed sheet she wrapped herself in it and searched the apartment. He was nowhere to be found. On the dining room table was an envelope - inside - ten one-hundred dollar bills. On the outside was a simple message: Next Tuesday, 2 p.m.
1Chapter Four
Four Tuesdays later.
With her stomach crushed against the back edge of the couch, and upper body draped over the back, Arianne felt him slide out of her, followed by his semen oozing down her inner right thigh. A few moments later she was aware of three things. In rapid succession she heard his fly zip closed, saw the envelope land on the cushion and heard the woosh of the elevator.
She pushed herself up off the back of the couch. “It’s 2:15 and he’s come and gone.” Giggling at her little pun, she picked up her clothes and envelope. Written on the outside was Derek’s cell phone number and a request for hers. She grabbed her cell and dialed. The call went straight to voice mail. When she heard the beep, she left her number, then took a shower and headed home.
* * * *
Taylor pounded on the bathroom door. “Hey you. I found your rich stud. You said his name was Derek, right?”
Arianne ripped the door open. “Yea. Where? Who is he?”
Taylor sipped his morning coffee. “You were looking in the wrong place, babe.” He placed the folded newspaper section on the edge of the sink. “Here in the social section - Mr. Derek Davenport, wealthy businessman and bachelor, auctioned off at the fifth annual Save the Whales - Buy a Date Fund Raiser. That’s him right?”
After spitting out her toothpaste, she nodded as she wiped her mouth.
Taylor continued, “Gawd, he is gorgeous. Doesn’t happen to be bi? We could share the action so to speak.” He followed her into the kitchen.
The fresh aroma of Taylor’s coffee filled her nose as she filled her I don’t do mornings mug. Arianne laughed. “Sorry. That man is straight with a capital S. Damn him.”
“What? Damn him?” Taylor grabbed Arianne by the shoulders. “Oh good heavens, no. No! Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with the guy. You’ve had…what? Four sessions with him. None of it involved passion or—“
She wiggled out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen. “But there is something special about him. Okay yesterday was rushed. I’ll admit that. But he said he was in a hurry. Had a meeting or something. But now it seems he had to get ready for a date.”
Taylor continued the conversation while he followed her into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. “So he pulled your clothes off, fondled your breasts, spun you around and did you over the back of the couch. And this is some special guy?”
“Yes. Well no, but yes.”
“Drink more coffee.” Taylor filled her mug. “You’re not making sense.”
“He’s like a lost little boy. He has a toy and he plays with it.”
“That’s you?” asked Taylor. “You’re the toy?”
“Yes his toy, but I meant his cock. He plays games because he’s tired of getting hurt. I’ve spent some time thinking about this and I think that whoever he dated last, really pissed him off.”
“And so you’ve taken on the noble mission of saving this poor man by making him fall in love with you? You’re so in over your head. This Davenport guy is worth a billion or two…or more. Geeky business kinda guy. Except he looks more like a Chippendale dancer than a geek.” Starting to take another mouthful of coffee, Taylor paused, looked over his cup at Arianne. His pupils dilated. “What is that look on your face? You’re up to something. Come on spill your guts, tell me.”
Arianne sipped her coffee. “Hush. I’m having a thought and it’s turning into a plan.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
She shook her head. “I have to think this through. Gotta look for holes that might piss him off and get me fired.” She curled up on the couch and lost herself in her thoughts.
* * * *
Tuesday at 1:59, she stood on the marble floor in front of the elevator doors and waited. As the clock in the dining room chimed the hour, she heard the swoosh of the elevator. The doors opened. One step inside the apartment, she placed a hand on Derek’s chest and stopped him. He had to move to avoid being pinched by the closing doors. “Kind of in a rush today,” she said. “No time or need for either of us to get undressed.” She unzipped his pants and reached inside. While her hand stroked him to life, her eyes locked onto the puzzled ice blue spheres before her.
Refusing to blink or look away, she visually challenged him. His breath quickened as she aroused the animal lust in him. She dropped his slacks and undershorts to his ankles then lowered herself to her knees and covered his swelling penis with tiny kisses. When she had aroused him to a full erection she lapped at him like he was an ice cream cone. Up, down, up and down again—she covered his shaft with long licks, teasing bites and soft kisses. When he was completely wet, she slipped the tip into her mouth. Holding him there she grazed his bare ass with her fingernails. His whole body quivered.
Unhurried, she moved her head, gripping him with her lips and releasing it with a soft touch. After making a circle around him with her finger and thumb, she lowered her mouth as far as she could then continued the movement with her hand. Pulling her hand back up to her lips, she slid back to his tip then lowered her head and hand again. Her fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. Goose bumps covered his body. When he tried to move she pressed him back against the elevator door.
Using a light touch all the way through her coordinated stroke, she kept the pressure steady. He dropped his head as soft growls escaped from his throat. His fingers wrapped around her hair as he pulled her closer, trying to get deeper into her.
Her speed and pressure increased as the rest of her fingers wrapped around his engorged penis and mimicked the efforts of her mouth. His hips bucked into her. She glanced up. He was watching her mouth pleasure him. His breaths came in short sharp pants and his face had lost its professional coolness. It was focused on the delicious delights her mouth, lips and hand provided him.
His eyes fluttered shut as his breathing became deeper. Her left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.
She froze. With a groan of frustration, his knees buckled. “Don’t stop.” Slowly she slid her lips up the length of his cock, slipped him out of her mouth and kissed the tip. She could taste he was near his climax.
“More?” she asked.
He gripped the arch way for support and nodded.
“I could ask you for anything in the world right now and you’d give it to me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” His answer was breathless.
“All I ask is that you enjoy this next few moments.” With a powerful driving motion she sucked him deep into her mouth. Again and again she deep throated him, fighting her gag reflex. He gasped and tensed. A long slow hiss ended with an explosion of hot fluid into her mouth. Slowing her pace, she swallowed, but continued slipping him in and out of her.
When the convulsions ended, she released his softer but still erect penis. He dressed himself while she stretched her legs. Without a word she reached into his suit jacket pocket and removed her envelope then pressed the elevator button. The doors opened. With a gentle push she backed him into the elevator and pressed the button for the parking garage. The doors closed and the elevator descended. “Step one done.” Arianne smiled.
* * * *
Opening her apartment door, she asked Taylor, “Hey, what are you doing home?”
He tossed his Blackberry onto the coffee table, sat down and patted the seat next to him. “Forget me. So tell me. Come on.”
“Taylor, it was wonderful.”
“What did you do?”
Arianne plopped down beside him. “I gave him a blow job and sent him on his way. I told him that I didn’t have time for anything else.”
“And?”
She smiled. “He loved it. All your tips worked like a charm. Quite handy having you as a roommate. But it was rather strange for breakfast conversation. Silly me, I thought bananas were just to be put on cereal.”
“You’re welcome. And now I believe you owe me a wonderfully expensive meal. I’ll pick out a restaurant. Thursday night?” he asked.
“This is a debt I’m willing and happy to pay,” said Arianne. “Taylor, he was ready to beg me to continue. I had him in the palm of my hand—so to speak. It was so empowering. I told him that I knew I could ask him for anything I wanted and he’d give it to me. Without a moment’s hesitation he said yes.”
“What did you ask for? Money? A car?”
“Nothing. I said I wanted him to enjoy what I was doing to him. I posed no threat. He knows I had him at the most vulnerable of moments and did I go for the kill? No.”
“He is so dead and he doesn’t even know it. Now, I know why I’m gay. You women are devious creatures. Should I start looking for a wedding present? What do you get a billionaire?”
* * * *
Dialing the number he’d given her, Arianne waited while the phone rang. His voice was strong and deep. “Derek here.”
“Hi, it’s Arianne. Obviously, I got your text.”
“What the hell was yesterday all about?” Allowing a millisecond for her to respond, he continued, “It doesn’t matter how long I spend with you. I lead a busy life.”
“Hey, give me a chance to talk here. Did I give you pleasure or not?”
“Yes. No. Damn it! You aren’t in control, I am.”
“This isn’t a control issue. My job is to please you and I did. You race in, do me and go. So I figured I’d give you a quick blow job and let you get back to your life. What does it matter? You don’t want passion or romance just a quick fuck. Get your balls off and go.”
Derek flinched like he’d received a sharp slap across the face. “Don’t press the issue, Arianne, or you’ll lose your job. You knew the ground rules coming into this. I told you everything up front. Don’t pull any more stunts like that or there won’t be a next time?”
“When is the next time?” she asked.
“Tomorrow at two.”
The dial tone assaulted her ear, but Arianne didn’t mind. She smiled as she closed her cell phone.
* * * *
Sliding her pass card in the reader, Arianne watched the elevator doors shut. The motion stopped and the doors before her opened. Slipping her gym bag over her shoulder, she stepped onto the marble entry way. Derek’s rear rested on the back of the couch, arms folded across his chest. “Hi.” It was a simple statement, but it was all she could manage. His face was dark with anger. His ice blue eyes were cold and passionless.
“Okay, I’m here,” he said.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “Yea well, I’m tired and grumpy. It has been a hectic two days, with meetings and problems. I didn’t need this crap from you. It’s one more thing piled up on my plate for me to deal with.”
Arianne debated with herself. Maybe this wouldn’t be the best moment to do this. He might be too tense and irritable. Might get myself fired.
Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger on his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt, and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.
With the same care she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. Afterward, she opened her purse, and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders. Her finger tips spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”
He tucked his arm under and flipped himself over. Arianne opened up the gym bag she had placed on the floor next to the bed and pulled out two long silk sashes.
His eyes popped open.
“Trust me?”
Grasping his right hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne could see that Derek’s curiosity as well as his libido were becoming aroused when she secured his hands to the bed post—not with blood halting knots just silken restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.
When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, white, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek watched as her fingers disappeared underneath the white lace and fondled her nipple. Her left hand slipped inside and teased her other nipple. Easing her hands back out, she slipped her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and pulled it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.
Her words were breathless and low as she said, “The skin is so soft. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?” Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”
Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“You aren’t going to leave me here. You are going to let me play?” His voice was husky.
“Today you’re a spectator. When you’re good, I’ll give you small prizes. Like this.” Crawling up the bed, she held her index finger near his mouth. He opened his lips and she placed her finger inside. He closed his lips around it. Withdrawing it, she rubbed her nipple with the moistness. “They like to be sucked, but they aren’t big enough for me to do myself, so I’ll have to settle for this.” She placed her finger in his mouth, then stroked her other nipple.
Closing her eyes, she lost herself in her fantasies and touches. Her hands rubbed, caressed, teased, pulled and stroked her breasts and nipples. Heat and moistness begin to build between her legs. Reaching behind, she unclasped the bra, dropping it and her blouse to the floor. “I could spend hours playing with my breasts. I could get some ice, or hot wax or nipple clamps. Their desires are only limited by my imagination. But something else is crying out for attention.”
Standing on the bed, she reached for the button, popped it and lowered the zipper on her short blue skirt. Her eyes opened. Derek’s gaze was riveted to her body. A large swelling had grown in his shorts.
Letting the skirt fall to the bed, she ran her hands down her belly. Her fingers met between her legs on the front of the small black thong. “Mmm. Hot. I can feel the heat through the silk.” She turned and bared her round, firm ass cheeks to him. Grazing her nails up from the bottom, she left faint trails of pink on her flesh. “A firm ass. One built for slapping.” She gave a short crack of her hand on one cheek. “It is perfect for biting and for receiving soft little kisses.”
She moved so Derek’s finger tips brushed the flesh on her right butt cheek. “Tickling them produces shivers in me that go straight to my wicked, hungry cunt.” Wiggling her butt, she giggled, “Ooh. Wonder if your other hand is as good?” Hopping over him, she repeated her wiggles. “Mmm. Just as good.” Looking over her shoulder, she glanced down at his up-turned face. “I see you’ve developed quite an uncomfortable problem there.”
“Any hope of you relieving it?”
“One of us is going to come today. The other might explode.” A bit unsteadily, she walked down the mattress to his feet and dropped her thong to her ankles. Stepping out of it she kicked it to the floor, bent over and exposed herself to Derek. “So near. So sweet. So ready.” She trailed her finger down her wet crotch.
Sitting between his feet, Arianne spread her legs and draped them over his shins. Her fingers slid over her trimmed brown patch and she parted her lips. Her right index finger slid lower to find the moisture. Encasing itself, she slid it back up to find her clit. Her eyes closed as she rubbed circles around it. Each circle moving inward until she reached the swollen tip, then moving back out to the base.
With her other hand, she reached over the edge of the bed, into her bag and pulled out a large flesh-colored dildo. Her eyelids fluttered opened as she brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked the tip.
She smiled as Derek squirmed. It was obvious the pressure building up inside of him was enormous. She hoped his body felt like it was on fire. But the pleasure of cooling off was going to be denied. He jerked at the sashes which bound his hands, but each pull only tightened them.
With one hand, Arianne pleasured herself; fingers slipping into her hot ready pussy then back to caressing her clit. The other hand held the dildo as she made love to it with her mouth. Slurping sounds filled the room as it slipped in and out between her lips.
Rising from her position she knelt over his hips, hit the on switch, placed the base of the vibrating dildo on his belly then lowered herself onto it. The sound of the vibrator was muted as the dildo slipped into her. With eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips as it filled her.
“You bitch. You wouldn’t,” he gasped.
Her left hand held the dildo in place and her right hand worked her clit. She raised her hips and dropped them deeper onto the large, vibrating, false member.
As she dropped to her lowest point, her butt grazed the swollen tip of Derek’s cock. When she pulled up, it stroked him in the other direction. At first her pace was languid, but soon sexual frenzy overtook her and she worked herself hard.
* * * *
Derek arched to try and press himself against her. Sweat was rolling off his lip. His breaths were heavy and strong. Helpless and not allowed to join in was like torture. He watched her face lose her playful look and transform into a deep inward focus. Her hips bucked. The moans which escaped her lips grew louder with abandon.
He felt the familiar sensation. He was about to release. She was too lost in herself to pleasure him. He would have to get himself there, mentally.
* * * *
Arianne hissed and inhaled. The contractions were frantic at first but ebbed. The pounding of her heart and lungs brought a deep passionate joy to her being.
Arianne rolled to the side and collapsed next to his legs. She slipped the dildo from between her legs and let it drop to the bed. After wallowing in her blissful state, she got up and dressed.
“Uh, are you going to untie me?”