Inferno Anthology

by Gow, Kailin

  A shiver passed over my skin as his fingers slithered down my neck before he pulled his hand away. I wanted to believe that he saw something in me that prompted him to choose me over the other seventeen girls working for Jessica; a beautiful quality I had yet to glimpse in myself. But the cynical part of my brain was telling me to run away from this man before he destroyed me the way he had supposedly helped destroy the American economy.

  The twenty-three-minute ride from our apartment toward Malibu went from grungy to breathtaking as we drove along the cliffs on Pacific Coast Highway overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I glanced at him every few minutes to find him staring at me, taking in every inch of me.

  I still didn’t know if I was being paid for this excursion, and the astronomical balance on my student loans kept flashing in my mind. I wanted to ask him if this was a real date, but I didn’t have the guts to question the future President of the United States.

  The car pulled into the parking lot of a deserted restaurant propped on the edge of a cliff. Even the view from the parking lot was spectacular as the sun set over the Pacific.

  “Is this place closed?” I asked, as I glanced around the empty lot.

  A smile curled the corner of his mouth. “This is my restaurant. I closed it down so we could have dinner in private. You’re not allergic to seafood, are you?”

  I shook my head unable to speak. Chase and I would be alone in his restaurant; a restaurant with a gorgeous view. I felt an intense desire to pinch myself.

  “Come,” he said, as he exited the car.

  I had to keep myself from thinking stupid things like I wish he would hold my hand as we walked toward the restaurant. When we reached the tall, mahogany-framed glass doors, he pulled a single key out the pocket of his sport coat and slid it into the keyhole. He held the door open for me and the smell of grilled seafood and fried garlic made my mouth water.

  A man in a black shirt and slacks appeared at my right. “Your coats?” he said, and I hastily removed the ivory blazer Jack picked out for me, but Chase kept his coat on.

  He kept his hand on the small of my back as he guided me toward a glass door leading to an outdoor dining area. As soon as we took our seats in our cushioned chairs at the table with the best view of the ocean, another man in black appeared with two glasses of ice. He poured sparkling water over the ice and scuttled away before I could even thank him.

  “You’re wondering whether you’re being paid for this,” Chase finally spoke to my worried thoughts.

  “What? Of course, not,” I insisted, though the lie felt sticky in my throat.

  “Don’t lie to me, Larissa,” he said, and I suddenly felt as if I was eight years old again, being chastised by my father for setting my pet turtle free in the neighbor’s garden. “If we are going to come to an agreement about our arrangement, you cannot lie to me.”

  Our arrangement?

  “I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you mean.”

  The waiter returned before Chase could clarify.

  “We’ll both have the seared Yellowfin. And bring a fruit basket, please,” he rattled off our order to the waiter without consulting me, and with such politeness; it was extremely hot.

  When the glass door closed softly behind the waiter, Chase smiled. “I’m prepared to offer you a position in my campaign.”

  I thought I knew what type of position, or rather positions, he was going to offer me, but I couldn’t afford to pay off my student loans and my rent on an intern’s wages.

  I shook my head. “I can’t afford to work on your campaign. That’s why I took the job at Black Tie. I’m sorry.”

  The waiter materialized again with a tray covered in bowls of fresh cut pineapple, watermelon, strawberries, and raspberries. He set the bowls in the center of the table and turned to leave.

  Chase grabbed his arm and the man looked alarmed. “We are not to be bothered until our food is ready. Is that understood?” The man nodded quickly before he scurried back into the restaurant. “I think I can make it worth your while,” Chase continued as he stood from his chair.

  He plucked a strawberry from the bowl and took a bite out of the luscious fruit. He savored it for a moment before he swallowed. He leaned over me and his lips fell softly over mine. The taste of strawberry on his tongue made my stomach flutter as he cupped my face in his hands.

  “Stand up.”

  I obeyed his command immediately, the feet of my chair squealing as he kicked it across the tiled floor. He slunk behind me, running his hand down my arm as his lips grazed my neck.

  I began to panic. What was he doing and how long would it take? How much longer did we have before our meals were ready and the waiter returned?

  “I’ll pay off your debts, you’ll get a company car, and I can offer you…” he whispered a number in my ear that nearly made my heart stop. “Is that sufficient, Larissa?”

  His hands slid down my waist and over my hips. He tugged the skirt of my dress up and I had a moment of panic as his hand glided up my thigh.

  “No panties?” he remarked. “I like that.”

  Jack was the one who suggested no panties. That was the “carefree” part of the outfit.

  Chase’s right hand slid between my cheeks as his left hand reached for a folded napkin on the table. “Put your hands behind your back,” he whispered. I obliged and he immediately tied the napkin around my wrists. “What is your answer, Miss Jacobs?” He turned me around so I was facing him then he grasped both my arms and forced me to sit in my chair. “Just relax.”

  He knelt down on one knee and propped my legs on his shoulders as his tongue explored my slick nether regions. The pleasure burst through my center all the way to my limbs and I tossed my head back. His finger curled inside me, stroking my spot as his tongue caressed my bud with increased urgency. My hips bucked uncontrollably as he brought me to the brink of orgasm and stopped.

  Chapter 2

  A sudden bouncing on my bed woke me and I opened my eyes to find Shane sitting next to me in his boxers with a gleeful expression of triumph lighting up his gorgeous face. Oh, the things I would do to him if he didn’t find girls completely meh.

  “So… how did it go?” he asked.

  I sighed as I sat up and adjusted my ponytail. “I don’t know,” I mutter. “He rubbed my—you know—until I came then he basically kicked me out of his car.”

  I couldn’t say the names of female body parts around Shane. It was too much for him. Every month, when I got my period, he basically holed himself up in the café down the street for four days.

  “He just kicked you out onto the street?”

  I debated whether I should tell him that Chase dropped me off at the apartment. I still hadn’t divulged his identity to Shane.

  “Okay, you can’t tell anybody, but the client… it was Chase Underwood.”

  “I know,” Shane gloated. “I did a little digging around while you were gone.”

  I rubbed my eyes as I shook my head. “Shane, you can’t tell anyone, especially Jessica, but I let him drop me off here last night. I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to say no to Chase Underwood?”

  Shane’s hands covered his cheeks as he stared at me in amazement. “Oh, honey, you just hit the jackpot.”

  “What? Did you not hear what I just said? I spent, like, two seconds with him before dropped me off at home—and I didn’t even have sex with him.”

  “Larissa, if he made you come then dropped you off at home, the man is coming back for more. Besides, I heard he was browsing Jessica’s catalogue for months before he settled on you. I heard Mr. Senator and his wife have never even had sex! The marriage is some kind of business agreement between them to further his career.”

  “I don’t buy it. There is no way you would know this,” I said, as I sprung out of bed and made my way across the gleaming beech floors toward the bathroom.

  A knock at the door made me stub my toe on the ottoman. I looked to Shane to see if he was expecting someone. His eyes w
ere wide as we stared at each other, both thinking the same thing.

  “Answer the door!” I whispered.

  He glanced down at his boxers. “I can’t answer the door like this.”

  “Put on your robe!”

  “No! You put on your robe. I’m getting dressed,” Shane whispered furiously as he pulled on yesterday’s T-shirt and jeans.

  I reached into the bathroom and pulled my bathrobe off the hook on the back of the door. I wrapped myself in the robe and breathed the fruity scent of my shampoo on the collar. Shane beat me to the front door, now fully dressed.

  “Good luck!” he whispered, before he opened the door.

  Chase appeared confused for only a split second before he extended his hand to Shane. “Good morning,” he said, and I suddenly realized that I never heard him use his smarmy politician voice last night. “I’m here for Miss Larissa Jacobs.”

  Shane stared dumbstruck as he shook Chase’s hand. I stepped forward so he would release the senator.

  “Senator Underwood. This is my roommate,” I said, as I sidled up next to Shane and pulled his arm away from Chase. “Shane, weren’t you just leaving?”

  Chase’s shoulders seemed to relax at this new information, but Shane still couldn’t speak.

  I pushed him out the door. “Go get me a coffee,” I ordered him. “But don’t rush!”

  Shane crossed the walkway and descended the steps to the courtyard in a daze. I turned to Chase and my heart pounded wildly as he smiled at me with those perfect lips and teeth.

  “Can I come in?” he asked, his politician voice gone again, replaced by the suave voice that I remembered from last night.

  “Of course,” I said, stepping aside so he could enter our domain.

  It was a mess. Shane must have had company the day before. My unmade bed stood empty in the corner a few feet away from Shane’s unmade bed.

  “Nice,” he remarked, as I closed the front door.

  As soon as I turned around, he was there. His fingers trailed down the side of my face before he brushed aside a few strands of hair. I froze as my nipples hardened beneath my robe. He pulled the waist-tie on my robe and his hands slid over my shoulders and down arms until the robe fell into a pile at my feet.

  “Put your hands up,” he commanded. I obliged as he held both my wrists in one hand and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Do you know why I’m here?”

  His free hand slid under the waistband of my panties and traveled down until it was on me again, so warm and electric.

  I moaned. “I think I have an idea.”

  His mouth fell over mine, his tongue exploring the crease of my lips before he pushed inside and my body arched. His fingers slid inside me and unearthed my wetness, using it to glide his thumb in circles over my hard nub.

  His mouth moved to my jaw then the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “I’m here to teach you a lesson,” he whispered. “Never give your address to strangers.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed. He threw me down on the mattress and tore off his jacket. “Take off your clothes.”

  I hastily yanked off my T-shirt and panties as my slit ached to be filled with him. He grinned as he undressed before me revealing a body so well sculpted it wasn’t possible his wife could resist this. He slid a condom over his long erection and crawled across the bed toward me. He wrapped his hands around my waist as I we stood on our knees facing each other. His erection grazed my pelvis as he leaned in and sunk his teeth into my shoulder.

  His hands stroked my breasts, squeezed my nipples, caressed my ribs, and moved down my back until he gripped my backside in his strong hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped as he entered me.

  I gripped tightly to his neck as we bucked against each other, the warm friction of his pelvis against my sensitive clit sending me skyrocketing toward ecstasy. I threw my head back and he licked the hollow of my neck as he drove deep into me. He quickly lifted me off his lap and set me down on the bed so I lay before him waiting to be ravaged.

  He straddled my waist and I cupped my breasts together, ready to receive him. He slid his erection between my breasts and thrust his hips back and forth, slow at first then building speed. The head of his hard member was an inch from my mouth as he thrust his hips toward me. I released my breasts and placed my hand on the base of his cock.

  He moved forward, closer to my face, and moaned with pleasure as I covered my teeth with my lips and took him into my mouth. His fingers ran through my hair to the back of my head to support my head as he rocked gently back and forth. My juices accumulated between my legs as his cock prodded the back of my throat.

  He reached behind his back and caressed my clit as he thrust himself into my mouth. My legs quivered with the pleasure building inside me. He thrust a few more times, nice and slow, and my eyes watered as we both climaxed at once.

  His cock slid out of my mouth and he collapsed next to me on the bed. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice husky with exhaustion.

  I flipped onto my stomach and raked my fingers down his rock hard chest. “Let’s do it again.”

  He chuckled. “On one condition.”

  My hand skated down his abdomen, over his new erection, and began massaging his balls. His eyes rolled back with ecstasy as I rolled my fingers slowly and gently over his sac.

  “What condition?” I whispered in his ear as his hand clasped my bottom and slid between my cheeks, sending shivers through me as he gently stroked my crease.

  “You let me take you to dinner tonight,” he replied, letting out a soft moan as my tongue explored the soft curves of his ear.

  I wanted to ask if I would be on the clock. I desperately needed the income, but another part of me didn’t want the money. I wanted to have dinner with him without the price tag floating over our heads. I knew it shouldn’t matter, but I also wanted to find out if what Shane said about his wife was true.

  I climbed on top of him and arched my back as he entered me. “Yes,” I breathed as his fingers slid between my folds to find my nub. “I’ll have dinner with you, Mr. Senator.”

  His thrusts lifted me off the bed as his fingers guided me quickly into the throes of another orgasm. “Call me Chase.”

  Chapter 4

  “What’s wrong?” I asked breathily.

  He raised his eyebrows. “What is your answer? Can I welcome you to the campaign?”

  “Oh, god!” I thought, as I pulsated with a need for him to finish me off. This wasn’t fair.

  Then I considered his offer. With my debts paid off and the salary he was offering, plus the car, I wouldn’t have to worry about whether or not this director thought I was ten pounds overweight or that casting director thought my face was not symmetrical enough. So much of my daily worries would disappear with a single word. Then there was the issue of his wife. Would she know? Did she already know?

  “I don’t know,” I said before his blue eyes could sway me toward a premature yes.

  He smiled as stood up and untied the napkin around my wrists and helped me push in my chair just before the waiter arrived. My insides were aching to have him inside me, but we would have to wait.

  The waiter placed two plates laden with steaming seared tuna and vibrant grilled vegetables. The smell was intoxicating.

  “Dig in. You’re going to need your strength for when I attempt to convince you later.”

  I gobbled up my food as fast as I could without making a mess or looking like a complete pig. When I was done, I patted my mouth with my napkin and took a sip of water, nearly spilling the drink on myself as something prodded its way between my legs. I looked at Chase and his expression was intense as I realized it was his foot fondling me.

  “Are you ready?” he asked and I nodded frantically. “Good. Stand up.”

  As I stood from the table, he also stood and swiped all the plates off the table, sending a bowl of raspberries careening off the side of the cliff to the rocks below. My heart raced
as he glided across the distance between us. He grasped my arms and turned me so I faced the now barren tabletop.

  He pulled my dress up and over my head and tossed it to onto the tiled floor. I felt completely exposed worrying if our waiter or the kitchen staff were watching from beyond the tinted glass wall separating us from the interior dining space.

  “Bend over,” he ordered me, and I did as he pleased.

  My breasts pressed against the cool glass tabletop as he leaned against me, his weight pressing my belly against the glass as his tongue explored the folds of my ear. He entered me as he bit down on my shoulder and I gasped loudly.

  “You are going to accept,” he grunted, his arm wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer so he could enter me even deeper. “Aren’t you?”

  His other hand reached around and caressed my clit, alternating between a soft and urgent touch. I screamed with pleasure and my cries echoed over the cliffs. My body quaked, my legs turning to jelly, as he brought me to orgasm, but he wasn’t finished.

  He pulled out of me and continued to rub my bud as he aimed to make me come again. I was almost there when his finger slid back and eased between my ass cheeks. He massaged and stroked gently until his thumb slid into the hole and I panted with bliss. He pulled out his finger and my juices guided him into the place no man had ever gone.

  “Oh, my god!” I screamed. “Yes!”

  He licked my neck as he pounded into me. “Is that ‘yes’ for me?”

  The table shook beneath us as he stabbed me over and over again. The warm sensation of an inevitable orgasm spread through me.

  “Fuck, yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

  His warmth filled me as he came inside me and collapsed on top of my back. My breasts squeaked against the glass tabletop as he kissed my neck while he was still inside me.

  Does he want to go again? I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.

  Just as this thought crossed my mind, he pulled out. I turned to face him, feeling utterly exposed with the ocean breeze accentuating the wetness on my neck and between my legs.