“Ow!”
Carl leaned into his face to state viciously, “Well he might kill you, kid, but you can rest assured that I will kill you, or rather Albert will, in painful, jabbing little thrusts that will leave you in a lot of pain and bleeding profusely before you bleed out, if you don’t do what I say. Get the point?”
He chuckled at his own lurid joke as he indicated to Albert another little prick was due.
“So what’s worst? What might happen, or what will happen? Weigh the odds, kid. Never bet against a sure thing.”
Roger’s face was sheet white as his eyes locked on the black pooled, soulless ones of Albert.
“In case you haven’t heard, Albert is a genius with a stiletto,” Carl said. “He can carve slices off a guy for hours, keeping him alive and in unimaginable pain.”
With another signal nod, Carl stepped aside and Albert holstered the stiletto as Earl lifted Roger out of the chair, holding him upright as Albert buried his fist deep in his mid-section. When they released him, Roger sank to his knees gagging.
When he caught his breath, he rasped, “But I don’t have a clue how I’d even meet her, Mr. Cothane. Don’t ask me to do this.”
“I’m not asking, Roger. I’m telling! And that’s just a mild sample of what you’ll get if you refuse to cooperate. So far my boys have been careful not to mark up that pretty-boy face of yours, knowing it wouldn’t draw the same crowds if it was sliced up. And that large fancy diamond ring you wear on your pinkie finger would slide right off a stub, which is all you’ll have, if you fail. Albert would add your finger to his collection. You get me, kid?”
He poked Roger with his foot.
“Hear me?”
“Yes,” Roger wheezed. “I hear.”
“Okay. Now, I’ll let you know when the fair Mrs. Littlefield emerges from her honeymoon cocoon. I’m going to get a guy to watch their house. You just make yourself available whenever that time comes, make a beeline to wherever she is and do what comes naturally to a punk like you. Understand?”
Earl reached down and dragged Roger up, slamming him down on the chair as Carl repeated his question.
“I asked if you understood.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good boy.”
Chapter 17
The Power of Three Words
The Monday after Andrea’s month of seclusion had ended, Ivan informed her, “I think it’s time for your unveiling in my Vegas.”
Andrea greeted the news with a surprising tangle of emotions. More than anything she wanted to prove to Ivan she could be the woman he wanted her to be but the thought of stepping back out into the real world as Mrs. Littlefield, with all that entailed, was frightening.
Seeing her look of apprehension, Ivan asked, “Aren’t you pleased?”
“Yes. But—.”
“But what?”
“I just hope that I can still be what you want me to be out there, Ivan. Your Vegas, as you call it, is a world of high finance, fast living and beautiful women. I know you expect me to know how to cope with all that and I just wonder if I’m ready to do it, or if I’ll ever be ready.”
Ivan leaned to kiss her gently. “You know for someone so young, you sure have mastered the art of worrying. Trust in yourself, Andrea.”
Andrea tried to smile, but it fell flat. Plagued with doubt, she was having trouble picturing herself in the important role of Mrs. Ivan Littlefield as she listened to Ivan phone his secretary.
“Margaret, I’d like you to come to the house tomorrow morning, accompany my wife to the clinic for a physical first thing, and then get her hair restyled and her nails done. Yes. And get your own nails done, too. The works. I want the two of you to have fun.”
When he’d hung up, he took Andrea in his arms.
“Don’t look so unsettled. Remember, you’re Mrs. Ivan Littlefield, which means you are somebody in Vegas. People will respect your name and you, if you present yourself as the self-assured woman you have become.”
Smiling, Andrea agreed because she knew he wanted her to, but silently she was floundering in doubt.
* * *
Ned chauffeured them in the Escalade rather than the limo, in order to avoid attention. After her doctor’s appointment, Andrea and Margaret went first to the salon and then on their shopping jaunt.
It was late afternoon when Andrea arrived back at the mansion, Ned having taken Margaret home first. Andrea was tired, yet exhilarated, as she stood before the full-length mirror in their bedroom, surveying her image.
Her hair had been lightened and styled in the latest fashion as Ivan had said he wanted it to be, and her acrylic-covered fingernails were painted a bright red as were her toenails. She wore a Ralph Lauren original outfit, and as she stared at herself, she found it hard to believe the sophisticated reflection was actually her.
I don’t even resemble the girl who was playing guitar on the streets and begging for money not too long ago, she reflected.
She couldn’t wait for Ivan to come home. When he did, with childlike excitement, Andrea modeled the outfits, among them two Alexander McQueen originals and three by Donatella Versace.
Ivan sat on a chair in their bedroom, checking her out, nodding his approval, his eyes traveling the length of her appreciatively as she paraded one thing after another before him.
As she pivoted, modeling the last outfit, she asked, “How do you like the new me?”
“I liked the old you, as well. But I do approve of your hair, Andrea. It’s perfect. I knew that lighter shade would suit you well. It brings out the emerald green of your eyes. Let’s see your nails.”
Andrea held out her hands. “And I even had a pedicure. Same color. Fire-engine red.”
“Nice. By the way, did Margaret make your clothing selections or did you?”
Andrea bit her lip. “I did. Why? Aren’t you pleased?”
“Relax, my pet. Yes, I am. You have remarkable taste. Obviously, the only reason you didn’t dress more appropriately before was because you lacked the necessary funds to buy the right things. Everything you’ve purchased is quite becoming on you. You’ve made good choices. I suppose the doctor gave you a clean bill of health?”
“Yes, he did. He also said I was built for childbirth. But, Ivan, he did ask me about the bruises.”
“God, I hate that you have bruises. I need to remember that your skin is tender and that you bruise easily. I shouldn’t get so carried away with our lovemaking, not even when you beg me to spank you harder. So, what did you tell him?”
“That I was clumsy and seemed to fall over my own feet a lot.”
“Do you think he believed you?”
She shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t think he did, but he didn’t say anything else except he did ask me if I was happy and if everything was all right at home; if I wanted to confide in him about anything. I told him I was happy and everything was perfect.”
“And are you?”
Andrea nodded.
Pleased with her response, Ivan smiled.
“Well, tell me, Andrea, did you happen to buy some seductive, lacy thing to tempt me?”
Blushing with anticipation she admitted, “As a matter of fact, I did, Ivan. Shall I model it for you now?”
He nodded. “By all means.”
She disappeared into the bathroom and emerged wearing a Victoria Secrets transparent black teddy with seductive cut-outs that allowed her nipples to peak out hard and naked.
Completing the racy ensemble was a pair of sheer black net stockings supported by a wispy garter belt.
Andrea’s heartbeat accelerated when she recognized the lustful look her attire had put on Ivan’s face. Her glance drifted down to the expanding cock pushing at his trousers and she smiled.
I have pleased him. I know how to make him want me.
She boldly paraded before him like a model on a runway, deliberately pushing her chest forward, holding seductive eye contact, her hard nipples jutting out perkily through the film
y fabric openings.
“So, what do you think?”
“I think I have a very sexy wife. You look like a Victoria Secrets Special model. And good enough to eat,” Ivan said, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her soundly before depositing her on the bed.
Their eyes locked in seductive promise as he unclamped and removed the stockings, then the garter belt. He left the nipple-exposed teddy on, sucking the hardened tips through the lacy openings, rolling them with his tongue.
“Sweet tits. Well, my pet, because you thought of pleasing me, I want to pleasure you.”
Ivan moved the teddy down and off her body, kissing all of her on the way, his tongue delving into her navel, sliding along her hips and thighs. He spread her legs so he could bury his face in the moist valley of her sex, his educated tongue first teasing her clit with flicking touches before wrapping around to suck it like a baby at a bottle, soliciting Andrea’s moans of ecstatic delight.
She lifted her body, pushing harder into his face for a moment before surprising him by moving back, turning around and scooting down on the bed to assume a 69 position, anxious to pleasure him orally the way he was pleasuring her.
They feasted on each other avidly until both exploded. Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms serenely satisfied, Ivan playing with her nipples, Andrea snuggling against him.
Andrea was the first to break the comfortable silence.
“That was—spectacular, wasn’t it?”
“Absolutely. Would it be fair to say that you like the taste of my cock?”
She wanted to say she loved everything about him because she loved him completely but she simply said, “It would be fair to say.”
He laughed heartily. “And I like dining on you, as well. You sure don’t need any more instructions on how to give a man head. You’re as much a natural as I knew you’d be, Andrea. God, how blessed I am to have my own private little sex addict,” he teased, pinching her tits lightly.
Andrea sucked in a breath then rolled to the top of him, surprising him with the fervor of the kiss she planted on his mouth. She clasped his face, molding her body to his as she prolonged the kiss.
When their lips parted, seeing the lustful gleam in her eyes, Ivan shook his head, exclaiming, “God, you’re ready again, aren’t you? You are one horny little sex fiend!”
“Is it too soon?”
“You get it hard enough to stick it and I’ll stick it, babe.”
Andrea rose with a smile. She went to the bathroom to wet a wash cloth, returning to settle beside him. She bathed his genitals, lifting his flaccid penis to wash around and beneath it, gently bathing his balls.
When she’d finished, she slid down to take the damp cool penis in her mouth, suckling it gently while kneading his balls, her newly acquired long nails raking gently along Ivan’s inner thighs, leaving a shivering line of goose bumps in their wake.
Andrea’s heart rate increased as she felt Ivan’s cock coming to life in her mouth, thickening and hardening into the familiar steel rod she loved. He tangled his fingers in her hair, remarking, “Dear God, you’ve got that down pat.”
He pulled her up.
“Come here, you little minx. How do you want it this time, Mrs. Littlefield?”
Andrea positioned herself as she had seen him do so many times, turning sideways so that he could extend one leg between hers, one beneath, and opening her fully to receive him.
“Like this, for a start.”
She guided his cock in, arching with delight as he filled her so completely.
“You do like to fuck don’t you, babe?”
“No. I don’t like it, I love it!”
And she almost added, ‘and I love you Ivan, with all my heart and soul’, but caught herself in time. She believed the power of those three words might fracture this erotic moment should she dare speak them.
That was a declaration that had to be withheld until just the right time. And that right time would be when Ivan was ready to repeat it.
“Tell me how it feels to have me inside you?” Ivan urged as he pumped her.
“Your cock is so big it scrapes the walls of my ‘channel’ as you like to call it,” Andrea said with a snicker, pleased with herself for speaking uninhibitedly.
“You fill me completely, Ivan. I love it when we are totally connected. Every time you stroke me you strike something deep inside my body, making me quiver all over.”
Unable to remain submissively on the side, Ivan rolled to the dominant top position. Andrea wrapped her legs around him, lifting and pushing toward him to take him all in, her eyes wide, her nostrils flared, reminding Ivan once again of an animal in raging heat.
Ivan knew what she wanted, what she craved when she began raking his arm and he obliged by swatting her butt lightly.
“Is that better?” he asked.
“The best,” she hissed as she writhed beneath him. “Again, but harder!”
“Damn woman, you are really my prize.”
“That’s what I want to be, Ivan, always,” she breathed just before he brought them both to a raging climax.
Chapter 18
An Innocent Flirt
Tuesday of the following week Ivan received a call from New York, from potential investors interested in being in on the ground floor of the Wayfore property deal and when he hung up, he went in search of Andrea.
He found her sunning on the secluded downstairs back patio. She lay partially naked on the lounge chair next to the pool; face down, only her lower body clad in a skimpy bikini bottom.
Ivan stood admiring her for the minute, smiling to himself, marveling at how far she’d come from the shy waif he’d first met who could not have been dragged to the patio partially naked. Now here she lay, comfortable baring nearly all.
And very beautiful, he thought as she suddenly became aware of his presence and sat up to smile at him.
“Andrea, are you trying to shock Lydia?”
“She’s out for awhile. Said she had some errands to run and would be back in about two hours. Thought I’d grab some sun.”
“I see,” he said as he sat down beside her, leaning to give her a kiss and fondle her exposed breasts.
“I’ve got to go to New York on business. I’d take you with me but I’m going to be tied up with a full schedule of meetings with potential investors, so if you did go, you’d just be stuck in a hotel room because I wouldn’t want you wandering the streets of New York. I’ve told Ned to drive you whenever you wish to go while I’m gone. And here,” he handed her a black credit card.
“What is this?”
“This is your own credit card, my pet. No cash advances but I have put a $100,000 limit on it so if the mood strikes you, you can buy whatever you want. Since you have no form of ID, I have made sure your name has been added to the “A” list at all the more exclusive shops, including your maiden name because I believe your father told me that you have a state ID card, is that correct?”
“Yes, I got one last year.”
“Well, that will suffice for identification and since I have contacted the shops personally I believe you will want to frequent, you shouldn’t have a problem.
“If you wish to do some quick shopping, the best place would be The Town Square since it’s off the main Vegas drag and enough out of the way that hopefully you won’t get mobbed. I believe it’s where a lot of younger women go to lighten their wallets,” he added with a smile.
“I’ve contacted those shops there, as well. I don’t think you would have any trouble anyway since, after that article about our marriage, and the follow-up fairy tales the reporters have been spinning, I’m certain it’s well known you are my wife.”
“Thank you, Ivan. You’re so considerate. I don’t need my own credit card, but I appreciate it. I wish I could go with you to New York.”
“Maybe next time. There’ll be plenty of trips to New York. Don’t fret about it. I don’t anticipate being gone longer than three days, but you never know what
might come up when you’re dealing with possible mergers.
“Margaret will be at your disposal, too, should you need her. She’s on speed dial. Just punch in two. Don’t forget the cleaning crew will be here tomorrow along with the gardeners, so don’t be parading around half naked, my pet,” he teased. “Not even if Lydia is away.
“Now, is there anything you can think of that I’ve forgotten? Anything special you’d like me to bring you from New York?”
“Just yourself.”
That pleased him immeasurably and he kissed her hungrily.
“That’s a given.”
When he put her back from him, he studied her pensive face. The memory of the day he’d walked in and heard her whispering about running away resurfaced and he frowned, asking, “What do you plan to do in my absence?”
She shrugged. “Finish the song I’ve been working on and read I guess, maybe watch TV, just relax and—and think of you.”
Licking her lips, she added boldly, “And there’s always the vibrator.”
Ivan chuckled. “Okay, sex fiend, but don’t get too attached to that damned vibrator. I’d hate to think an electrical device would replace me.”
She shook her head. “Never happen.”
Laughing, he ran a hand over her body and she reacted with her head back, her eyes closed and a soft moan. He loved the way she always shivered at his touch.
“So, you’ll miss me?”
She nodded.
In lieu of saying how much he’d miss her, too, Ivan asked playfully, “Should I tap that hot box before I have to go? Is that clit aching to be sucked?”
Just the thought made her weak. “Oh, yes.”
Ivan tweaked her tits. He pulled her close, pressing the sun-warmed orbs against him, ravaging her mouth. Andrea unzipped his trousers and was about to release his rock hard penis when he said, “We shouldn’t do it out here, Mrs. Littlefield, where Lydia can be scandalized should she suddenly reappear. How about we take our debauchery upstairs?”
Andrea rose and followed him up the stairs and into their bedroom where Ivan peeled out of his clothes in record time and pulled her down on the bed.
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