As we entered through the large double doors, I could hear the sounds of conversation in the next room. It echoed in the two story foyer with its marble floors and sparkling chandelier. There was a double stairway that led up to the second floor, covered in white carpet. I wondered how hard it was to keep all that white clean.
There was a tug on my arm as Nathan led us towards the noise. As we entered the room, there was a loud roar as the group seemed to cheer at his arrival. I watched him smile and wave and could see his face flush slightly. I do believe he actually blushed at the notoriety he seemed to have with these folks.
Then, from the back of the crowd I heard a familiar voice. "Nathan! You made it!"
I had to keep my mouth from dropping on the floor as Mrs. Fitch rushed over to him and gave him a hug. Dropping my arm, his arms wrapped around her gently and squeezed.
"Hello Mother." He responded as he kissed her cheek.
Wait...what? Mother? Oh...shit.
I stood there stunned, not saying anything and wishing I could disappear into the wallpaper. Fortunately, it was as if I was wallpaper because no one really seemed to notice me. I briefly felt relieved, hoping I could skate through the evening as just a figment on his arm.
But that wasn't going to happen. Nathan pulled away and began to introduce me.
"Mother, I want you to meet Jessica."
Mrs. Fitch looked at me and smiled as she reached out her hand to shake mine.
"Hello dear, welcome." She said as she looked me over.
I smiled and shook her hand.
"Thank you."
Her eyes narrowed a little, as if she was trying to place me. But she was distracted by Nathan grabbing her hand and leading her into the dining room.
She didn't recognize me! Perhaps it was because I didn't look anything like I usually did. Regardless, I was relieved as I followed them.
I tried to follow the conversation but was distracted by my surroundings. The dining room had a huge table and about 20 chairs. It was all set up with white china and crystal, the candlelight flickering on everything making it glisten. There were white jasmine branches and flowers in vases with some pussy willows. The soft scent filled the room, making it almost romantic.
Nathan motioned for me to come stand by him as the rest of the guest filed into the room, finding their seats and standing behind them. Nathan pulled out the chair at the head of the table for Mrs. Fitch. After she took her seat, he took my hand and led me down to the other end of the table. Next to the other end, he pulled out a chair and looked up at me.
"Please, have a seat."
I sat down and he sat at the other end of the table, directly opposite of his mother.
Leaning in to whisper I asked, "Why didn't you tell me she was your mother?"
He leaned his face only a few inches away from mine, and looked sweetly into my eyes. "Because you didn't ask."
Smiling he pulled back and winked at me as the rest of the guest all took their seats. Once seated, Nathan stood up and the room quickly went silent.
"Greetings everyone, I am so glad you could make it to our quarterly dinner. As you know, we have two causes tonight we are trying to raise money for. During the last dinner, it was decided that we would send funds to the earthquake survivors in Japan and also to the tornado victims in Joplin. We have managed to raise $500,000 for each cause and will be sending it off this week, so thank you all for your contributions!"
The room exploded with applause and I followed along, smiling back at all the faces smiling at me.
Nathan continued, "So tonight, we need two more causes for the next quarter. I hope you will enjoy the food, drink and fellowship as we discuss the causes closest to your hearts. We need one foreign and one domestic."
Nathan sat down and the service people began pouring wine and water as the meal began to be served. He reached for my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.
"See, we are not all bad." He said, as if he was trying to convince me that rich people were not evil.
"So you do this every quarter? Pick two charities and give money to them?"
"Yes. We started this not long after I started my company. I always wanted to do things for the less fortunate. But you can't give something you don't have. So once I started seeing profits and actually making lots of money, I always made it a point to give back. I was not always wealthy."
I felt a little bit ashamed that I had judged him and Mrs. Fitch so harshly. Well, maybe not her so much, because she was always such a tyrant when she came to the club. But seeing this side of them made me feel differently about all of them. Although now I was more curious as to how he obtained his wealth.
I wanted to know more but felt it would be inappropriate to ask to many questions at the moment. Instead, I decided to stay focused on what the night was about.
"So what two charities do you think would be good places to donate to?" Nathan asked me.
I wasn't prepared to be included in such a decision as I had no money to donate.
"Um, I am not sure. I thought that only those who could donate large sums could contribute."
"Nonsense. Of course you can suggest two charities. You are a guest here just like all the other guests. It does not matter your financial ability. I would love to know what groups you would suggest." Nathan replied.
I thought about it for a minute and knew immediately which charities I would want the money to go to.
"I love animals and feel that the way a country treats its animals reflect on how it also treat its people. I think the Humane Society would be a good cause."
Nathan nodded his approval as I pondered what would be good for a foreign charity, but since I didn't really pay much attention to the world outside of my own, I didn't really know of many. Feeling a bit small at the moment, I waited to hear more of the conversation around the table regarding the foreign charities.
Then I remembered a documentary where I had seen young girls being sold off as prostitutes and the work that was being done to try to help them get out of the prostitution. I wasn't sure how that would set with Nathan, since he did just take me to a brothel before the dinner. Although, all the women at the brothel were much older and chose to be there, unlike the young women in India.
I decided to suggest it anyway to see what the reaction would be.
"There is an organization in India that is trying to help young girls who are sold off by their parents into prostitution. These girls are not adults yet. Some are not even in their teens. I don't believe a girl that young should be forced into that kind of life at that age. The organization helps to rescue the girls."
Nathan listened intently to my words. I couldn't read his expression. Then he paused and stood up.
"May I have your attention please." The room fell silent. "My lovely date has come up with a foreign charity that I believe deserves our utmost attention and I would like for you all to consider this as your primary charity this quarter."
Nathan held out his hand for mine. "Please stand and share with the guests what you just shared with me."
My mouth went dry as I felt myself beginning to flush under the pressure to perform all of a sudden. I felt a little dizzy, almost like I was going to faint as I slowly put my hand in his and stood up.
Nathan sat down and let me have the floor. I looked around at all the eyes staring at me and felt myself begin to choke. I didn't want to be the center of attention at the moment but knew I needed to get over my fear and speak.
As I began to share the plight of the Indian girls, the attention was all on me and many of the heads began to nod yes in approval of my suggestion. I began to relax as I spoke and made it through without too many bumbles.
When I finished, I sat down and shakily took my water glass to quench my thirst. Nathan reached under the table and patted my leg. Leaning into my space he said, "Nice work."
Straining to smile without my lips shaking I took a deep breath and patted myself on the back for not falling ov
er and fainting with my public speaking fears.
Nathan's smile was soft and sexy. Like he was looking at me in a different way. I couldn't put my finger on it, but felt the approval in his eyes.
The rest of the meal was calm and relaxed. I listened as the rest of the guests tossed around ideas on how best to divvy up charitable funds and new ideas on how to share their wealth.
From time to time throughout the meal, Nathan's hand would find its way onto my thigh, gently allowing his hands to wander without being noticed by the guests. My body tingled as he touched me, and my womanhood ached for him as my panties stayed moist.
When we were finished, Nathan escorted me outside into the cool night air. The moon was shining bright across the ocean in the distance and I could feel the salty air already working my hair into a mess.
We stood out on the patio and I shivered as the coolness started to push its way through my body. I felt the warmth of a jacket folding over my shoulders as I looked behind me at Nathan covering me.
"Beautiful" he said.
"Yes, it most certainly is."
"I mean you, silly girl. You are beautiful."
Blushing, I looked down at my feet as I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and turn me around to face him. My arms were under the coat and I couldn't bring them up to wrap around him before he had me pinned in his arms, his mouth burning its way onto mine. The passion flowed freely as I felt his cock begin to get hard as he pushed me into the wall, his body sandwiching mine.
The wetness between my legs just never seemed to stop as my panties stayed soaked around this man. How could a man make me horny all the time? This was a new experience for me.
"I need to stop this for now, but I will be picking back up on our way out. We should be leaving shortly." He said as he pulled away, leaving me wanting his warmth pressed against me. "You did quite well in there."
"You like putting me on the spot, don't you?"
His smile and the glimmer in his eye answered for him. "I want to see how you perform under pressure and surprise."
"Hmmm...why?" I probed.
"You'll know soon enough." he responded, leading us back into the house.
We made the rounds of shaking hands goodbye as we made our way towards the door. Mrs. Fitch was near the entry chatting with the guests, but stopped as soon as Nathan arrived.
"Time for me to head out." Nathan said to her.
"Always the last to show and the first to leave. When am I going to get to visit with you without your tagalong dates?" she asked, tossing her head in my direction.
"How about next week. I will schedule us some lunch together. "
"Very good."
As Nathan stepped aside, the knots in my stomach were pronounced as I reached out to shake Mrs. Fitch's hand. I just wanted to be out of sight from her.
"Thank you for a lovely evening."
"You're welcome dear. I am glad you didn't spill your wine in your lap."
My stunned reaction to her words must have shown on my face because she raised an eyebrow and let out a guffaw that made everyone in the room look at her.
"You...you recognized me?"
"Of course. But I figured since you were with my son, you would be on your best behavior trying to make an impression on him, so I didn't worry."
I began to squirm in my shoes as I began to apologize again.
"Oh Mrs. Fitch, I am truly sor..."
She cut me off mid sentence and leaned in to whisper. "Don't grovel child. I am sure my son will make sure you pay for the embarrassment."
She stood back upright and held her head high. "You have a nice evening."
Not knowing what else to say or do, I felt Nathan tug at my arm as I brought my shoulders upright, and nodded as I turned with him and we walked out to the car.
Sitting in the back of the Limo, I was silent as we pulled out onto the road and stared out the window. What did she mean by that? Does she know that he likes to be dominating and spank women?
My thoughts were interrupted by his hand reaching out for mine and placing it on his clothed crotch. I felt relieved as he pulled me towards him, his arm wrapping around me and his other hand encouraging me to stroke him.
"I am eager to be inside of you." he said quietly as he reached over and softly stroked my breast through my dress. His cock began to stiffen under my hand as I went to unbuckle his belt.
"Not yet. Lets wait until we get home."
4
The drive seemed to take forever. Funny how that happens when you really want to get somewhere. My panties had stayed wet most of the evening, but now I just wanted to get laid.
When we pulled into the driveway, I was intrigued by the size of the home. It wasn't as big as his mother's but big enough.
"Do you live here alone?"
"Why do you ask?"
I wasn't expecting him to question me.
"It just seems like an awful lot of space if it is just for one person."
"Yes, I live here alone. I like my space."
Nathan said a few things to the driver and the Limo pulled around to the back of the house. As he led me up to the doorway, it began to dawn on me that he intended for me to stay with him and not go back to my apartment.
As he opened the door, there was a staff person that greeted us.
"Please ready the guest room for Miss Parker." Nathan commanded.
The staffer nodded and headed up the stairs.
As Nathan slid out of his jacket, he walked towards one of the side rooms and opened the double doors. The room was straight out of a magazine for men. Cherry paneled walls, books, a huge mahogany desk and a bar.
He began to roll up his sleeves as he poured himself a drink.
"Would you like something?" he asked, lifting up the bottle.
"No, thank you. I had enough wine with dinner."
The reality of it was I didn't really drink much anymore. I had partied so much in my younger years that I couldn't handle alcohol like I used to so I chose to abstain.
"Have a seat." He pointed to the club chair in front of the desk, as he sat on the edge of the desk in front of me. I began to feel a bit more intimidated as I sunk into the chair.
He just sat there and stared at me. At first I looked up at him, but the look on his face was different somehow. Like he was studying me. I couldn't hold the stare and looked away, over at the console behind the desk. There were a few pictures of him with some male friends, but I couldn't see any of him with any women. I wondered if he was a confirmed bachelor or not.
Feeling his stare still on me I looked up at him again and waited. After several seconds, I couldn't take it anymore.
"What?!" I blurted, trying to get him to let me in on what he was thinking.
He chuckled and got up and went around the desk to his chair and sat down. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a remote control and pressed a button. The panel behind him began to lower and there was a wall full of video screens. He pressed another button and all the screens came to life showing all the rooms of the house and the grounds.
"Wow." was all that tumbled out of my mouth.
"I have the whole place wired for video and sound." He bragged.
"A little paranoid"
He spun back around and gave me a slight glare.
"No, just cautious. I don't want people knowing all of my business and this allows me to monitor things. My staff are exceptional and have been with me a long time, so I trust them. But there are things I would rather not expose to them. This allows me to see when they leave."
Not long after, the gentleman that met us when we arrived showed up in the doorway. "Sir, the guest room is ready. Will there be anything else this evening?"
"No Charles, thank you. You may retire. I will see you tomorrow."
Charles closed the door behind him and we both watched as he made his way out the service entrance and out to his quarters.
"So you don't have video in the staffing areas?"
"No, that a
rea is thiers and I respect their privacy. They know that and they know I monitor the house. I give them their space and they respect mine."
He turned back around in his chair and faced me.
"Now...what shall I do with you?"
He smiled on one side of his face and raised his eyebrows as he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. His dimples were much more noticeable in soft light of the office and I found myself studying his face. I still felt like I had seen him before now but just couldn't place where. Perhaps he had done some kind of ad for his company a long time ago.
"Stand up" he commanded, the smile leaving his face. The knots in my stomach grew as I stood.
He opened a bottom drawer and pulled out a soft silk looking cloth. As he walked around the desk towards me, I had a little shiver that went down my spine. Grabbing my hand, he led me into the middle of the room. The electricity that shot through me was palpable.
"Close your eyes." he said softly as he took the cloth and blindfolded me. Everything was dark, and I could feel the rest of my senses heighten. How could this man have such a hold on me already? How could I trust him like this? I feel as though I know him or that he knows me.
The fabric of my dress loosened as the sound of the zipper filled my ears then the cloth pooled around my feet as it dropped to the floor.
His hand took mine and placed it on his strong shoulder. "Take a step back." He spoke softly but with a commanding tone.
I lifted my feet carefully as to not let the heel catch the fabric as I heard him shove the dress away with his foot. For a brief moment I thought about how I would never have just kicked a dress like that off and onto the floor, but figured most guys could care less.
Brought back to my own reality, my skin prickled as his fingers softly traced down my neck and across the mounds of my heaving breasts. I found myself holding my breath, trying to predict his next move.
His fingers traced downward, hooking into the waistband of my panties and then lowering them to the floor. "I am in front of you. Reach out and brace yourself on my shoulders."
I reached out and felt him kneeling in front of me as I stepped out of my panties.
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