“It hurts so much.” She snuggled closer to him as he brought her into his bedroom. He laid her gently on top of his coverlet and wrapped it around her. She shivered in the sheets. Stephan’s form was a blur as he paced by the chest of drawers with his phone to his ear.
“Yes. Bring me a hot water bottle.” His voice had a biting quality of a man in charge.
She focused on Stephan. He barked more orders into the phone, his face pinched with worry. The phone forgotten on the dresser, he joined her on the bed. She conformed to the contours of his chest as he brought her close to him, but he kept the barrier of the blanket between them.
The door to his room swung open and he snapped his fingers at the attendant. Devin barely kept her eyes open but her muscles stayed taut through the pain spasms. Warmness spread across her belly and she sighed. The heat from Stephan’s body seeped through the coverlet and she soaked it in.
“Drink this.” His soothing voice melted against her skin and she parted her lips. The liquid squashed the rest of her chills. The cramps that had immobilized her slowed to a dull ache.
“Where’s Jack?” she whispered. Silence answered her as she drifted off to sleep.
****
He could barely contain his anger. Stephan had warned Jack about using something the locals employed to guard against pregnancy. Had the man purchased a few condoms, none of it would have been necessary. In the back of his mind, he schemed to free her of the trap his employer had set. He might not be able to get out of the contract without causing a huge financial burden along with a scandal big enough to make finding employment elsewhere impossible. Devin, on the other hand, had so much more she could do with her life. Either Jack allowed her to get pregnant or he provided her with some sort of birth control protection. After all, it was his idea for her to stop her own means of preventing a pregnancy.
“What have you gotten yourself into?” She couldn’t answer his question, her chest already rising and falling to the steady rhythm of sleep. Her face, serene, held a beauty that captivated him. He couldn’t remain in bed with her. That the servant saw him comforting her was enough. Jack would take care of anything that arose from the interaction, but it didn’t calm his nerves one bit. How many times had Jack offered to pay extra so that Stephan could receive sexual favors from Devin in the back of the limo? His boss liked to watch more than acting out his fantasies. As part of his contract, if Jack was around, he got the opportunity to be a voyeur to any of Stephan’s exploits. If the world really knew the real Mr. Jack Monterey, would he even be able to step foot into the many charity functions he attended?
“What have I gotten myself into?” Maintaining a professional atmosphere was much easier when Devin was a mere escort. He made the arrangements with her manager on what Mr. Monterey wanted and stayed a distance away to make sure it went smooth. He should have known that Jack couldn’t handle a woman like Devin for more than a couple of hours a week. His childish behavior after she left attested to that.
“You want to fuck her, don’t you, Stephan?” he’d say. “I’m sure for a few hundred dollars she’d give you the blowjob of a lifetime.” The sonofabitch would fondle himself the whole time he spoke of what Stephan could do if he just asked. Life would be so much easier if his relationship with Jack had stayed strictly professional and hadn’t strayed into a conquest game. Jack enjoyed mentioning how much ass he got on a weekly basis before he concocted this deal with Devin.
He sighed. Why was his conscience finally surfacing after all these years? He slipped from the bed and placed another blanket on Devin. The temperatures on the island were warm enough he could sleep outside unless he decided to walk to the main house. Either way, he was going to have a chat with Jack first.
His boss was lounging in the same place they’d shared lunch, nursing a scotch.
“We need to talk.”
“You need to make those arrangements, Stephan. You haven’t even lifted a finger to do so. Am I paying you to use my hospitality as your own personal hunting grounds? Need I remind you who Devin is married to?” Jack didn’t bother to even look his way.
“She’s in my room because that concoction you gave her made her sick. You would have been better off giving her the morning-after pill instead. Or, I don’t know, making sure condoms were available?” He paced on the other side of the table.
“Sit down.”
“You don’t tell me what to fucking do on my time, Jack, or have you forgotten your own contract? It’s Sunday, the one day you allow me to have off, so fuck your orders or arrangements.” Stephan closed his eyes and his nostrils flared. She was the cause of his anger toward Jack. Not many women turned him on and his boss knew that. If he wasn’t careful, Jack would use it against him.
Jack set down his drink. “You’re right. First thing in the tomorrow then?”
“Yes.” He relaxed, thankful the conversation hadn’t turned for the worst.
“You’re tense. You should go to the hut for a massage.” He gulped down his drink. “I’ll make sure Devin’s all right.”
“Thank you.” Stephan stepped back on the beach and headed for the hut well away from the bungalow. Shadowed by a copse of coconut trees, it offered cool shade. He hadn’t noticed how tense his shoulders were until Jack had said something. He entered the hut, soft tropical music playing in the background. A table made of bamboo and cushioned with several layers of soft downy sheets was in the middle. Candles provided the only light in the place. The warm scent of incense tickled his nose. His trunks hit the floor and he hung them on a hook before lying face down on the table. His eyes closed again and he drifted near sleep.
Oil drizzled on his back and hands roughly massaged it in. Deep tissue was exactly what he needed. A moan escaped his lips as his masseuse worked his lower back. The sensual touch raveled further down. Stephan grinned. He knew that Jack’s personal massage therapist wasn’t the man working his skin. Despite his refusal for release, his boss had nonetheless taken care of him. The intimate touch of a man would make his desire for Devin a distant memory. Or so he hoped.
A tongue prodded his ass crack as his lover spread his cheeks. Stephan kept his eyes closed, his thoughts drifting to Devin. He shouldn’t have entertained the idea but his mind had plotted the course. A finger tapped on his puckered hole and swirled around the opening. It plunged in along with another. His lover had one thing on his mind as his digits scissored the opening. Stephan clutched the sheets, his dick hardening with every probing of the fingers. He liked it rough and unyielding. No orgasm was sweeter than one where his body was dominated by another man. Weight settled on him and he relaxed his body. The ramrod thick shaft of his lover glided along his crack. He moved his hips to the rhythm. Hands massaged his shoulders and he moaned.
The familiar sound of a condom wrapper tearing almost had Stephan exploding, but he held his completion in. He wasn’t ready to let go just yet. The wonderful invasion in his backside shortened his breath. This time, his lover took it slow until he buried his cock deep within. So achingly slowly, he pulled out and eased back in. Exquisite torture that Stephan deserved with his mind fixated on Devin. Slow grunts came from his partner at every deep entry, the pace never quickening as he liked it. Punishment for his deviant thoughts. As the weight above him stilled, he heard the blissful sigh of release. The pressure in his ass receded as his lover vacated the table.
With a tap on his shoulder, Stephan turned over. A towel covered his eyes as his torment began anew. The coolness of the oil hit his skin and his lover pinched his nipples. Slippery hands encased his shaft and tugged. Unlike the teasing of his puckered hole, the manipulation on his cock was fast and furious. Stephan arched his back, unable to quell the screams. The pressure felt too damn good. He tried to hold off his orgasm, wanting to ride the sheer ecstasy, but his lover knew him too well. The man’s hands twisted as they worked his shaft and Stephan exploded. Hot semen rained down on his chest and he cried out. Gently, his lover sucked on the head. Another shudde
ring gasped rocked out of him. Through his stubbornness, Stephan had to admit Jack knew his tastes best. The warm touch of his lover faded and he allowed sleep to take him away.
****
Devin curled up in the blankets, the pain in her gut finally subsiding. Her nose wrinkled as light streamed through the window. The wrong window. She bolted upright in the bed and squinted at the sunlight. Everything was wrong in the room, from the position of the bed to the direction of the bathroom.
“What happened?” Her eyes widened as her glance lowered to the bedspread. “Oh shit.” She scrambled out of the bed, only to find herself completely in the nude. “Oh shit!” She grabbed the blankets off the bed to cover herself. How would she explain being in Stephan’s room to Jack? What clause was that, anyway?
She stumbled to the bathroom and left the coverlet behind as she ran into her bedroom. Jack slept on the bed, dead to the world, as usual. Tiptoeing to the bed, she paused. How easy would it be to slide between the sheets like nothing happened? She couldn’t do it nor could she wake him. Her nightgown was neatly folded on the bed and she slipped it on. While she was never ashamed of being naked, the circumstances she woke up to necessitated modesty.
The red numbers on the clock ticked away. She shifted a bit on the edge of the bed, glancing at her sleeping husband. With a sigh, she climbed under the covers. She’d explain everything in the morning. Her lids slowly drooped even as she tried to stave off sleep.
The soft shafts of light warmed her skin as she rolled over. Her hand stretched out to touch the smoothness of Jack’s skin only to caress the empty silk sheets in the bed. The bathroom door was wide open and the lights were off. Temptation and redemption the only way she knew how gripped her. She slid out of the bed and crept into the bathroom, hoping that Jack had laid a trap laden with sexual ecstasy. Her palms rested on the twin sinks, her body primed for him to pounce. Her eyes blinked as the harsh lights came on.
“He’s not here, Devin.”
Stephan stood in the door, fully clothed, thankfully, with his finger still poised on the light switch. “And I’m afraid he won’t be back, thanks to a business meeting with his sister.”
Her heart sank. She’d hoped Jack would at least give her the weekend without distractions. “Shouldn’t you be with him?”
“Normally, yes, but my contract dictates I’m to see to your needs for the rest of the week. Would you like breakfast in the garden?”
She turned away from him. “I’m not very hungry.”
“I promised you I’d get you through the bad days. Consider this a test.” Stephan moved behind her, his warm hands touching her shoulders. “He’s a caring man, even if he doesn’t show it openly. You just have to understand.”
She jerked away from him. “I know. He’s Jack Monterey. His reputation is everything and we wouldn’t want to sully that.”
“Devin,” he sighed.
“I’ll just take what I can take, I guess. I mean, he did at least…” Her voice trailed off and she cleared her throat. “For the rest, I have the best coach in the world in pretending to be something they’re not.” She glared at him. “Have breakfast ready in the garden and tell the chef I don’t want anything fresh squeezed. I’m pretty sure that’s what got me sick in the first place.”
She stormed to her room. The tremors in her legs nearly betrayed her. How could he do this to her? How could she have agreed to that contract? Did he give her the best night of her life just to keep her wanting? Her breath quickened and she bent over. Cold, hard reality hit her straight in the gut. She couldn’t deny the slight wrinkles she’d been hiding the past year with the best makeup money could buy. Going back to her old life was out of the question, and keeping to her contract was going to be the hardest thing she’d ever attempted. She only hoped that the world’s supply of batteries were enough to sate her needs when Jack abandoned her for business. Until then, she’d ride it out until he gave her that once-in-a-lifetime blissful night.
Wiping away the tears forming, Devin stood ramrod straight. Her mother taught her to be strong. The memories she cherished were those of her mother guiding her through those difficult teen years. At least she’d stuck around for that part, not that Devin did either. A crumbling marriage wasn’t her ideal picture of a perfect home. Nor was her mother’s spiral into heroin addiction when her father had left them. Devin would be damned if her own marriage, no matter how false it was on the surface, would topple. It wasn’t until she found her mother living in a shelter did she learn the reason her mother truly escaped. The crooked fingers on her hands from her father smashing them when dinner displeased him. Jack would never lay a hand on her, of that she was sure. She would not end up like her mother. That she promised herself.
She went to the closet to pick something befitting of her station. Jack had stocked the whole thing with various shades of pink. Always the princess at the ball. Silky fabrics slid through her fingers as she perused the large section, finally settling on a soft pink sundress. At her vanity, she carefully applied a light coating of makeup—just enough to highlight her features.
When she stepped out of the bungalow, Stephan was waiting for her. His jaw slackened before he recovered his neutral expression.
“You approve?” She smirked.
“I see what Jack sees in you.” He offered his arm and she took it.
“I’m not going to disappoint him, Stephan.” Or myself.
He nodded and guided her to a bigger breakfast feast than the previous day’s.
She indulged her every desire beyond the bedroom for the rest of the honeymoon. The weekdays, however, were spent at Stephan’s side, poring over every socialite she’d come in contact with once they returned stateside. No different than the sheets Mrs. K gave her on new clients.
Her ease with dealing with Stephan instead of her husband grew though the lonely nights wore on her. Jack joined her in the cusp of the darkness he created to make mad, passionate love to her on occasion, but they became infrequent and disjointed. Soon they stopped altogether. His work spilled over and consumed their honeymoon. The contract in her nightstand reminded her of the consequences should she stray, not that she had a variety of men to choose from on the small island. The more she embraced her new lifestyle, the more she had the feeling she’d be satisfying herself within the confines of her apartment in Manhattan with every toy she’d left behind to ride the cock of one Jack Monterey.
Chapter Eleven
The honeymoon fizzled out near the end. Devin, more enthusiastic than Jack expected one dark morning, had caused her husband to topple over and hit his head soundly on one of the end tables. She spent the whole flight home apologizing. Stephen’s demeanor had soured further. Jack’s excessive drinking created tension as he stumbled through the cabin, berating his assistant for not having the flight ready to go when they arrived at the airport. At a loss for words when Jack politely asked her to stop apologizing for what was clearly an accident in his mind, she stared out the window and watched the clouds below. With her mind elsewhere, the trip took no time flat. Hunger gnawed and her stomach rumbled as the plane taxied to a stop.
“I’m sorry, Devin. Where are my manners?” Jack winced as he shifted. His fingertips pressed against his forehead. “I have to go to the office, but Stephan can take you to lunch at the restaurant in my building. It’s the one where we had our first date.”
“And is there a reason you can’t have a working lunch at the office?” Devin crossed her legs and leaned back. “I promise not to touch anything.”
Jack sighed and glanced at Stephan. “With this headache, perhaps it’s for the best. Lunch in the office it is.”
“Surely you don’t want to bore her with that?” Stephan shook his head and downed his drink.
“Devin is an educated woman, Stephan. Correct, my dear?”
“Bachelor’s in accounting and business administration.” She blew a kiss to Stephan. “More than arm candy, sweetheart. The money is just better in my former line
of work.”
“This banter is not helping my headache.” Jack pinched his nose.
“Sorry.” She stood and smoothed out her dress. “I’m famished and I’m not myself.”
She let Jack pass her on the way out of the plane. In a moment of pure immaturity, she stuck her tongue out at Stephan. He responded by making his fingers into a V and flicking his tongue between them.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered.
“Oh, I haven’t begun.” Stephan flourished his fingers for her to go first. “Scout’s honor I won’t push you down the stairs.”
“I highly doubt you were a Boy Scout.” She descended the steps. Jack waited for her at the bottom. He took her hand and led her to the limo waiting. Stephan joined them and the trip to the office remained silent. The ride up to his office in the elevator was also void of any conversation.
Stephan left the elevator first and Devin lingered with Jack for a moment. “Thank you, Jack.”
“For what?”
“I don’t mind being eye candy, but I can do something a little more useful in my life.” She smiled.
“Actually, I have just the thing, my dear.” His fingers laced in hers and he brought her down a long hallway. Many of the offices had large panes of glass instead of walls. The partitions between had pictures of not only Jack but some of his family members as well. She paused at the board of trustees, nearly tripping over her heels at the sight of a very familiar face.
“Who is this?” She pointed to the picture.
“Oh, that’s Ina’s husband Victor Davis. He oversees a few of my charities. The European lifestyle didn’t agree with him so he decided to take care of some of our business here instead. That’s what I want you to look over. The figures aren’t adding up right.”
“How nice.” Devin glanced away, the heat in her cheeks a bit overwhelming at seeing one of her kinkiest clients was related to Jack. “Does he have an office here as well?” The last thing she wanted, even though she wore a short bob wig when she met with Victor, was to be recognized.
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