by A. L Long
Her resistance gave way and her body began to relax into mine. There was a connection between us like no other. I couldn’t explain the pull that this woman had on me. My wonderland was interrupted when there was a knock on the door. Breaking our kiss, I turned to find that Kataryna was standing at the door. Clearing my throat, I swiped my finger across my bottom lip, removing the remnants of Gabrielle’s lipstick, which tasted sweet, like cherry candy.
“I forgot my phone,” Kataryna admitted as she walked between us in order to get to the other end of the table, where I could clearly see a cell phone setting.
Nodding my head, I said sternly, “I better get back to the shop and iron out a few details with the guys.”
“Wait.” Kataryna turned to face me before she continued. “Can you please walk me to my car? I have a few things to discuss with you?”
Giving her the hand signal for ‘lead the way,’ I gave Gabrielle a half smile and headed out of the conference room one last time. At first, I was going to decline Kataryna’s offer, but then my curiosity kicked in. I had to find out what her game was. I would never be able to understand women. One minute they were complete she-devils and the next they were angels from heaven.
Walking behind her, I really could get used to the view. I knew I shouldn’t be having thoughts about what I would love to do with that ass, but I would have had to be blind not to notice how perfect it was. The way she swung it from side to side should be a sin. I was relieved when we got to the elevator and she had stopped walking, or at least so I thought. Taking the lipstick from her purse, she began applying it to her full bottom lip and then the top. Even that had my cock hard as a rock.
The door had barely closed before she had me pushed against the wall and her ruby red lips were on mine. What was a man to do? Never had a woman taken control in such a way. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her body towards me and took everything she was offering. Sliding my hand down the curve of her fine ass, I lifted the hem of her designer dress and worked it upward while caressing the soft skin of her silky upper leg. When my hands reached her ass, it was then that I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. I grinned to myself. This woman had to be the sexiest creature alive.
Before I could take this any further, the elevator stopped with a ding, letting me know that we had arrived on the ground floor. Pulling away from Kataryna, I stood back and watched as she adjusted her dress and covered her nice tight ass. Pulling a compact from her purse, she looked at herself and smiled. “You get what you pay for.”
I knew that she had been referring to her make-up because not even her lipstick was smudged. Making sure that I was in front of her this time, I took hold of her hand and led her out of the elevator to the front entrance. Just like before, her car was waiting and her chauffeur was leaning against the front fender. He must have been deep in thought with his cell, because I beat him to the rear door, assisting Kataryna inside.
Just when I was about ready to close the door, she commanded with a smile in her sexy French accent, “My place, eight o’clock sharp. Don’t be late.” She handed me a small card with her address on it, but not before she pressed her lips against it.
I didn’t have the chance to refuse as she pulled the car door closed. As I looked down at the card, it was embossed with dark red lettering to match the imprint of her lips in the corner. I had a funny feeling that this woman was one who didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
~****~
My mind was distracted as I tried to concentrate on the dynamics of the security system at Gateway. The only thing I could think about was what would be taking place at Kataryna’s place tonight. Based on what took place in the elevator this morning, I knew I would be dealing with some sort of Dominatrix. I could tell that she had to be in control; making all the decisions, if I were to guess. Just thinking about having a woman control me was something that didn’t sit well, especially with my dominant nature. Kataryna was going to be in for a big surprise. No way would a woman ever control me, no matter how sexy they were.
Feeling like my time at the shop was a waste of time, I closed the lid on my laptop and packed it away in my bag. Peter was still in his office, so I peeked my head inside. “I’m taking off, bro.”
“Wait up. I need to ask your opinion on Ms. Laurent. What do you think about her story?” Peter asked, scratching his head.
“Well, she is quite the bitch, but a very beautiful one at that. As far as her father, I don’t know what to think. I mean, it could be possible. He has never been located. I think it wouldn’t hurt to do a little more digging on him,” I suggested.
“Yeah, I think so too. I will see if I can find a profile on him and have you do face recognition on him. As long as we have a ‘before’ picture of him, we should be able to get an idea on what he looks like now. And with Kataryna’s description, we should be able to come up with something that she could make a positive ID on.”
“I agree.”
Heading out the door to my truck, I had a couple of hours to spare before meeting Kataryna at her home on Park Avenue. Looking the way she did, it didn’t surprise me that she would have a place on Park. If I wanted anything to do with this woman, I needed to look my best. Nothing that a long shower and a little trim wouldn’t fix.
The minute I arrived at my place, I had my clothes off, ready to do some serious cleaning up. No sooner than I got undressed my phone began to go off. The number on the screen was one that I didn’t recognize. Swiping the green phone icon, I put my phone to my ear and said, “Hello.”
“Chavez, it's Gabby, Gabrielle. We need to talk,” she insisted.
“What is this about, Gabrielle? I’m kind of busy at the moment,” I countered.
“Open the door and I’ll tell you,” she directed.
I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but to satisfy my curiosity, I slipped on my jeans, commando style, and headed to the door. Looking through the peephole, there she stood, just like she said, looking even more beautiful than she did earlier.
Opening the door, I gave her a disgruntled look as I said, “This better be important.”
As she stepped passed me, she shoved a manila envelope against my chest, causing me to reach for it. Closing the door, I turned towards her and began pulling the contents from inside. There were several official documents, which included a birth certificate with the name Olivia Crawford on it. Thumbing through the other documents, there were several pictures of a young woman with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a very thin frame. Scratching my head, I looked at Gabrielle with confusion and asked, “You still haven’t told me what this is about?”
“Has she clouded your eyesight so bad that you can’t even see how fake that bitch really is? Your Ms. Laurent, AKA Olivia Crawford, is as fake as her father. They probably went to the same plastic surgeon,” she hissed.
“Wait. Are you saying that this scrawny girl is Kataryna Laurent? There is no way. She is all wom…” Stopping mid-sentence, I took a minute to re-evaluate what I was about to say. “There is no way a woman like Kataryna could have gone from this to what she is now,” I argued as I held up the picture.
“With all the new advances in plastic surgery, you would be surprised what a little silicone here and a nip and tuck there can do for a woman,” Gabrielle advised.
I must have looked like a dingbat, the way I continued to scratch my head. I just had a hard time believing that this was the same woman. If it was, it must have cost her a pretty penny to have all that work done. The only thing that wasn’t different was the color of her eyes. It made me wonder how much this transformation cost and who was responsible for it.
Looking to Gabrielle for answers, I queried, “So, with all of this, what are you thinking?”
“I think that Ms. Laurent/Crawford, or whatever you want to call her, is as fake as her dear old dad. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came to us for another reason than to give us information on him. I think this whole thing stinks to high heaven and this bitc
h can’t be trusted.”
I had to agree with Gabrielle, but the only way to really find out about Ms. Laurent was to keep my date with her. If I could get close to her, maybe I could seduce it out of her. Maybe for once, I would let her take control, at least until I got what I needed from her.
CHAPTER SIX
Gabrielle
The look on Chavez’s face said it all. Somehow, I knew that he would have a hard time believing that Kataryna Laurent wasn’t who she said she was. If I had to bet, I would wager that her accent was just as fake. I could only hope that after showing Chavez what I had found and giving him a little time to review the documents, he would be on the same page as me. Even if he didn’t believe what was right in front of him, it was no skin off my back. He could choose to believe whatever he wanted, but in the long run, he was going to see that she couldn’t be trusted.
Leaving him with the information, I began walking to the door, only to be stopped when he took hold of my arm. I could tell by the look in his eyes that his intentions were more than friendly. Diverting my eyes from where he had placed his hand, I moved my head, meeting his very intense and devilishly determined eyes. As much as I knew how wrong this was, I couldn’t hold back my desire for this man. When his lips met mine, I didn’t resist, nor did I want to. The minty sweet scent of his breath lingered as he dipped his tongue between my parted lips. Chavez pulled me closer and I could feel the strain of his masculinity against the fabric of my trousers. The closer he pulled me, the deeper he kissed me.
Having lost all control, my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and my body fell into his. It was like everything had been lifted from my mind and the only thing I cared about was what was happening at this very moment. I could feel the strength of his hands glide down my waist to the curve of my ass before I was suddenly lifted from the floor. Tightening my hold on him, I wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to devour his warmth. I could feel his movements as he walked over to the couch. As he placed me gently upon it, our connection still unbroken.
As he lifted his body from mine, I opened my eyes to see a man on a mission. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Placing my hands on his smooth chest, I traced the muscles down his abs, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans. This man was all that and so much more. Towering above me, Chavez looked at me with those sexy browns and asked, “Are we good?”
“Hell, yeah, we’re good,” I replied.
In a slow and seductive motion, he began unbuttoning my white blouse. His lips left mine as he began moving down my neck to my shoulder, where he lowered my blouse. The warmth of his breath heated my already burning desire. Lowering the strap of my bra, he freed my breast and placed his mouth over the hard peak of my nipple. The way his tongue caressed the peak sent my body reeling, causing my back to rise from the coolness of the leather. Forking my fingers through his silky thick hair, I took hold and pushed it into my breast, needing more of what he was giving. It wasn’t long until he had the front clasp of my bra undone and my blouse off.
My body felt like it had been neglected too long and was beginning to really appreciate the attention he was giving it. I could feel the wetness between my legs begin to take hold. I knew that within a matter of seconds, my once dry lacy panties would be soaked with my arousal from the things that he was doing to my body.
I was his the minute his hand glided down my stomach and undid the button to my trousers, where he easily slipped inside. I never knew exactly how much I had been missing until he slipped his finger inside my wet channel and my body exploded with a much-needed release. Being without a man for so long was just confirmed and I knew that Chavez was well aware of my abstinence. Lifting his head, he looked at me and said arrogantly, “That long, huh.”
There was no way I was going to respond to him. I couldn’t let him know that it had been almost two years since I had any kind of relationship, and even then, it was more out of a necessity than want. It was then that I understood the meaning of a one-night stand. Thinking of nothing more than this moment, my body came unhinged once again when Chavez pushed another finger inside me. With expertise, he quickly found my happy spot and within seconds my body gave way. With a deep, “Mmm,” he said softly, “I am going to take really good care of you.”
I was pretty sure he meant every word, because right now he was doing just that. While he pulled my trousers down my legs, and then my soaked panties, I could feel his body move lower down mine as he placed tender wet kisses on my sensitized skin. By the time he got to my mound, my back was completely off the couch anticipating what he was going to do next. When his tongue began caressing my clit in slow circular movements, it was going to be a matter of seconds before I would be hit once again with an explosive orgasm. With his fingers doing their magic inside me and his tongue taking care of my little nub, I was getting the best of both worlds.
Raising his head, leaving me unfulfilled, he smirked. “Enough of that. Now the real fun begins.”
My eyes popped open wondering what he meant. With my bra opened wide, somehow, he managed to pull it free and secure my hands with it by wrapping the silk material around them. Holding me in place with one hand, he lowered his jeans down with the other until his impressive cock was free. Never had I seen such beauty, His cock was smooth and I knew it would be velvety soft to the touch, but I couldn’t feel it between my fingers because he had me bound. Guiding the hardness of his arousal to my entrance, he slowly entered me, giving me a glorious taste of his magnificence. Even though he was thick and massive, I had no problem accepting him. Every push inside me sent me closer to my ultimate explosion. I could feel every thrust as he pushed deeper and deeper inside me.
Hitting the one spot that had me totally in his hands, my resistance to come was about to give way when he demanded, “Not until I say, Gabby.”
Even though he had never called me that before, it was like heaven hearing his command. Biting my lower lip, I forced my body to control my pending release. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold on long before my desire to come would take over. When he finally commanded, “Let go,” my control took a back seat and my body let go. My orgasm was so intense, I could have sworn for a moment I was in a different world, a world where everything fell into a slow, almost motionless pace. It was nirvana.
~****~
I hated to fuck and run, but there were several things I needed to get done, one being Ms. Laurent. Having pulled up the information on her, I found out exactly where she lived. Living on Park Avenue didn’t surprise me in the least given the fact that her living arrangements were probably afforded through dirty money, which was another thing I needed to look into.
Parking my car across the street, I got out and fed the meter by swiping my credit card and paying enough to allow coverage for two hours. If I didn’t get the information I needed in two hours, then there was probably no information to be had. Stepping inside the high rise located at 400 Park Avenue South, I was almost overwhelmed by the grandeur of the majestic building. There wasn’t much I knew about this building other than it was designed by an architect who won a Pulitzer Prize for the design at a very young age.
I wasn’t sure where Ms. Laurent/Crawford lived, but the security guard seated at the front desk had no problem giving me the information I needed. This was going to be smooth sailing, at least, it was until Chavez walked through the door. I was just about ready to ask him what he was doing here, but my woman’s instinct thought that it would be better to stay out of sight and find out for myself.
As he checked in with the security guard, I took my place behind one of the tall pillars in the lobby and waited until he was on the move. When he stepped into the elevator, I was able to see that he was the only one inside. Watching the doors close, I headed in the direction of the row of elevators and kept my eye on the LED screen and watched as the floors increased until it stopped on the twenty-fourth floor. Pressing the up button, I waited for another elevator to arrive. When a ding sounded,
I looked around to find that an elevator behind me had arrived.
Entering the vacant car, I pushed the twenty-fourth floor and waited for the doors to close. It still annoyed me that Chavez was here. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. It was then that the lights came on. It had to be her. When she requested to speak with him, she must have also requested that he come to where she lived. What really pissed me off more than anything was that he had never mentioned a word about this.
Hearing the door open, my thoughts were put on hold. Just as I exited the elevator, I saw Chavez standing in front of what I assumed was Kataryna’s door. Holding back my anger, my assumption was confirmed when she planted her mouth over his while she pulled him inside her door. My mouth fell open and one thought crossed my mind. “I have just been used.” I guessed I deserved it. Even though I was in no way ready for any kind of relationship with this man, it didn’t mean that seeing him didn’t hit a nerve when he didn’t resist her. I guess what comes around goes around. I was just using him to satisfy my need and now she was using him to satisfy hers, or maybe he was using her to satisfy his. No matter, I hoped they each got what they wanted. Pressing the button to the main floor, I leaned against the elevator wall and contemplated my next move.