Dangerous Desires

by Tia Siren

  But we’ll do it my way, not hers.

  12

  Ashley

  That was a close call. Way. Too. Close. I still can't get over it. I knew I was testing my luck in Percy's office—looking through his computer files—but I thought it was my only opportunity to find information on the paperwork that Mr. Edwards mentioned. Paperwork that will change everyone's lives. I can tell I have my work cut out for me. This isn't going to be easy. Percy's worked hard to cover his tracks. And of all people, I wasn't expecting Parker to walk in on me. Percy maybe, but not Parker.

  And Parker… god, why does he have to be so… chiseled and perfect. My entire body melts under his touch. One stroke of his fingers is all it takes. The way he touched me made my heart nearly jackhammer itself out of my chest. It's like his presence re-wires my brain and I can't think of anything else but him. I can still hear his voice, "Tomorrow, you’ll get a package, and in that package there’ll be something for you to wear." The way he said it in my ear made my body shiver.

  I wonder what he's picked out for me this evening? And it's as if the universe is listening because there's a knock on my bedroom door.

  "Coming!" I shout, hurrying over. I open the door and see Marta holding a package.

  "This is for you ma'am; it was just delivered."

  "Thank you," I say, taking the package from her hands, and close the door. I place it on my bed and look it over. The box is large, square, and pink with a high gloss. It is embossed with black letters that read, "Herve Leger." I slowly remove the lid and peer inside. Underneath a layer of tissue paper, I find a set of lingerie, as well as a black dress. By the tag I learn the color is considered "Midnight Black." I lift it out of the box and hold the dress to my body. I look into a full-length mirror, considering how it's going to look on me from all angles. Midnight should indeed be fun.

  "He's got good taste," I say to myself, after coming to the conclusion that it's going to be a good fit. It's an iconic cocktail dress—the kind of bandage dress that hugs your curves like a second skin. The neckline is built to plunge deeply between my breasts and is held up with a single halter-top that clasps with a gold buckle. My back is exposed, and the dress's hemline ends well above my knees. If Parker wanted me to stop traffic in this dress, he certainly picked the right one, I think to myself.

  I spend the next two hours preparing for the evening. I add an extra wave to my hair with a curling iron, and I carefully apply my favorite makeup, which always has to include a healthy layer of mascara. If I had to choose one item of makeup that I couldn't live without, it would be mascara. It completely transforms a face. Looking through my eye palette, I settle on a gold shadow. I figure it will complement the dress, and using my favorite eye brush, I carefully blend it in. Once I'm satisfied, I look through my lipstick for the perfect shade. Judging by the dress, I can see that Parker is looking for something show stopping, so I'm going to give it to him. A classic red lipstick it is.

  I hear another knock at the door. "Yes?" I ask out loud.

  It's Marta again. I can hear her clear her throat. "There's a limo waiting for you outside, ma'am."

  "Thank you, Marta! Let them know I'm coming. I'll be right down."

  I take one final look at myself in the mirror, turning from side to side to catch a gDerek from all angles. Satisfied that everything's in place, I slip my feet into a pair of heels and head down the stairs.

  It's amazing what a good dress, makeup, and heels will do for a woman. My heels click against the hardwood floor, and with each step I take, my confidence grows—I feel powerful. I put the incident in Percy's office behind me. I'm ready for whatever the evening has in store for me.

  As I walk out the door and onto the street, I see the limo. There's a chill in the air and the breeze lifts my hair. The limo is black with deeply tinted windows. A driver opens the backdoor for me, and I slide into the leather seat.

  Before I see him, I smell him.

  "You look beautiful tonight."

  I look up and see Parker. He looks incredible in a tailored suit and freshly combed hair. His cologne is… unmistakably masculine. It's woodsy, with citrus and spice ... and what is that, mint? It's a scent that can transform an entire evening. Is it wrong that I already want to put my hands all over him?

  "You don't look too bad yourself," I reply, my lips curled in a suggestive smile.

  He places a strong hand on my thigh and my entire body buzzes with anticipation.

  "I have a few surprises in store for us tonight," he says.

  "I wouldn't expect anything less," I reply. "I can't wait."

  He leans in, placing one strong hand on my cheek, and presses his lips to the corner of my mouth, and then moves down my neck until he reaches my collarbone. His soft, full lips cause me to shiver in ecstasy.

  "Are you sure you're… ready for this?" he asks.

  Is he kidding? I've been ready all evening. Actions speak louder than words, so instead of responding, I place my hands on his chest and bring my mouth to his. I want him to know just how serious and ready I am. I kiss him with an intensity I didn't know I had, devouring him. Our tongues plunge into each other, pressing against our warmth. I take his bottom lip in between my teeth and I hold it like that for a moment before nibbling on it.

  "Now do you believe me?" I ask, pulling back with desire still coursing through my body.

  He bring his body closer. His lips press down on mine in a commanding, all-consuming embrace. I lose track of my thoughts. The entire world feels like it's spinning and I'm spinning with it. It's a thrill ride that's too late to exit. Just when I think our kiss might last forever, he pulls back, his fingers still entwined in my hair. I sit back in the leather seat and look him in the eyes. "Yesterday… in your father's office…"

  "Sshh," Parker says, placing a finger on my lips. "Let's not talk about that and ruin all of this."

  "It's important," I reply, continuing despite his reluctance. "I'm looking for a valuable document."

  He stares at me for a moment, weighing the severity of what I'm saying. "If you're looking to indict my father on improper or illegal behavior—and believe me, I know there's no shortage of that—you'll need to go to Switzerland."

  "Why Switzerland?" I ask.

  "That's the source of his secret banking transactions."

  As Parker says this, I remember what JD Edwards said to me: "If you’re thinking of actually fulfilling the terms of the old Lowell & Company bylaws … to install Parker as the CEO, you’re going to have to go to Switzerland where the original documents are stored."

  Of course. That's it. He's right. I have to go to Switzerland. But I can't do this alone. How can I? I need Parker. "Come with me," I say. "Help me find what I need."

  "Do you realize what you're asking me to do?" His eyes look into mine, challenging me.

  "Of course I do. This is what I—we—this is what we should do… together."

  I watch as Parker's face changes from a look of desire to contempt, and finally to a pensive repose.

  "You're asking me to betray my father," Parker continues. His expression is almost one of pain. I can see it in his eyes. "I know he's an evil man; he's wronged a lot of people, but he's still my father. I don't love him, but in some ways—in ways that you'll never understand, and maybe I'll never understand either—I respect him. I don't expect you to understand that."

  My knee-jerk reaction is to tell Parker that he's blinded by family loyalty. That this man does not deserve the respect he's giving him, but in a corner of my consciousness, I get it. Nothing is easy, especially not this. Not when it comes to family, or to loyalty. Everything is filled with a complex set of angles.

  "I know," I say, and judging by the look on his face, he knows I'm sincere.

  He grabs my hand, his blue eyes piercing mine.

  "But what will you do to make it worth my while?"

  The answer is anything.

  I'll do just about anything to make Percy pay for all the wrong he's done.


  13

  Ashley

  The glint in his eyes tells me everything that I need to know. With a smile on my lips, I place my hand on his knee and move it up his pants, my fingertips brushing over the fabric. When my hand reaches the top of his thigh, I stop moving and open it, the tip of my fingers reaching for his crotch.

  “Is this what you want, Parker?” I ask him, my heart beating fast inside my chest. I slide my hand over to his crotch, and then curl my fingers around the thick shape straining against his pants. “Is this what you want me to do?”

  “Ashley…” he whispers, placing two fingers under my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes. “This is what you want to do. You have been eyeing me from the start… You want this,” he says, the corner of his lips curling upward. It’s true; since the first time that I laid eyes on him I wanted him, as wrong as it was.

  “No,” I lie, grabbing his cock more harshly than I should. “I just want payback and—”

  “And you’ll do anything to get it, right? Including me,” he grins, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling me in. Holding my head, he gently brushes his lips against mine. “You’re a terrible liar, Ashley.”

  I don’t even bother denying his accusations. It doesn’t matter, any of it. I’m kissing him; I’m grabbing his cock… And, right now, that’s all that matters. And I’ve been dying for this to happen. You have no idea how hard it was for me to tease him endlessly, and then always cut everything short. I’m still surprised that I managed to do it.

  “I might be a terrible liar,” I tell him, squeezing his cock. “But I’m so much more than that…” I whisper lewdly, running my tongue over my lips. He smiles back at me, and I feel his cock pulsing against my fingers. Pulling me in again, he crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss. Our tongues dance around one another. As my eyelids droop, one thought echoes inside my mind: this is really happening.

  He places his free hand on my knee and hikes it up to the hemline of my dress, the tip of his fingers going under it. A shiver goes through me at his touch, and I feel a growing wetness between my thighs, the black lingerie he wanted me to wear dampening.

  Slowly, his fingers trace a straight line over my inner thigh, and he then presses the palm of his hand against the wet fabric of my thong. I pull back from his kiss, my eyes still closed as I moan in a low tone.

  My hands are trembling, but I reach for his belt all the same, unbuckling it. Then I focus on his dress pants, unbuttoning them with careful flicks of my fingers. As I open them, his cock pushes against his boxer briefs and against the back of my hands, and I have to take a deep breath to resist the urge to grab him right away.

  Only when all his buttons come undone do I focus on his hard cock. I run the tip of my index finger over his length, holding my breath as I realize that he’s even bigger than I had imagined. Hell, I’ve never been with a man with a cock as big as this. Long and thick, it’s simply a monument to manhood, and I can’t wait to see what he can do with it.

  Exhaling sharply, I grab his boxer briefs and tug on them, sending both pants and boxers down to his knees. His cock springs free at once, pre-cum making its tip glisten. He’s still grabbing my hair, and I feel his hold tightening, almost as if he were fighting against the urge to push me down toward his cock.

  I lean into him, and as I grab his cock, we kiss as if we were in a feverish state of lust. Well, to be fair, we are in such a state. And, this time, there really is no stopping us. We’re going all the way.

  I start to stroke him at a slow and steady pace, my hand moving up and down like clockwork. As the rhythm starts to grow, he kisses me even more fiercely, and then finally pulls me back. With his hand on my head, he pushes me down, lowering me over his cock. I don’t resist; why would I, when this is exactly what I want to do?

  The moment my lips touch his cock, I know I’m doomed. If we had ever gotten this far before, it would have been impossible for me to resist him. I would have forgotten all about revenge in a heartbeat. Thankfully, I managed to pull through… And now here I am, on my way to Switzerland, Parker’s cock ready to bury itself deep into my mouth.

  I push myself down, his shaft rolling over my tongue as it goes in. I go as deep as I can, the irrational need to measure him with my mouth taking over me. With some effort, I manage to brush my lips against the skin at the base of his cock, his glans pressed against the back of my throat. Only then do I come back up, his cock popping out of my mouth as I gasp for air. God, I want more of this.

  As I dive in again, he presses harder against my pussy, rubbing me with the tips of his fingers. I start to move my hips in a barely noticeable sway, my body screaming for more, so much more. I grab his cock while his shaft slides down my mouth again, and I start to build a constant rhythm, my mouth and hand working in unison. It doesn’t take long for me to be bobbing my head up and down like a madwoman, the way his cock fills my mouth making me desperate to have his naked body between my legs.

  “Oh, God,” I moan suddenly, his cock sliding out of my mouth. He has flicked my thong to the side and started to run the tip of his index finger along the length of my drenched pussy. He flicks his finger back and forth, and when he finally presses it against my clit I come unhinged.

  I dive back down onto his cock, opening my mouth wide as I take his shaft in. I go fast, moving my head in such a frenzy that the muscles in my neck start to complain; even so, I keep pushing past the pain. I bring one hand to between his legs and cup both his balls, making them roll over my outstretched fingers as I caress him.

  Without any warning at all, Parker suddenly lets go of my clit and pushes one finger between my folds, moving it upward in a hook motion. His fingertip flies straight to that sweet spot inside of me, and once more, I have to take my mouth off of his cock. I keep on stroking him, but my movements have become erratic. After all, it’s hard to concentrate when Parker is using his fingers to—oh, God.

  He has slid one more finger inside of me, and now he’s rubbing them both on my G-spot, pushing them in harshly. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, hissing as I part my legs wide. God, I just want to climb on top of him and ease myself down on his cock. But I can’t move, not while he has his fingers inside of me, working me with the certainty of someone more experienced than he should be. I mean, when I was his age I was far from experienced… And yet, he already knows more than all the men I have ever had combined. It took me more than three decades to find someone like Parker, but here he is now. And, let me tell you this: I won’t let this opportunity go to waste. Oh no, if there’s anything that I can promise you, it’s that.

  “You’re getting distracted,” I hear Parker say, his words bringing me back to reality. Pressing down on my head, he guides my mouth to his cock, his thickness sliding in easily. In a matter of seconds, I’m already sucking him as hard as I can, already imagining how it would feel to have him cum inside of my mouth, to have his cum dripping down my chin. “That’s it… You sure know how to use that tight mouth of yours,” Parker says, guiding the movement of my head with his hand. I let him do it, my body moving unconsciously. I don’t even have to think; my body reacts by itself, the pressure of his fingers on my head all the guidance that I need.

  Turning his hand, his fingers still inside of me, he uses his thumb to press against my clit. I try and pull back, wanting to moan, but he holds me in place, his cock pulsing harshly over my tongue. I feel electricity pooling in my muscles, and they start to tense up like coiled springs, all the energy inside of them screaming to be set free.

  I want to scream and I want to moan, but Parker doesn’t allow me to take his cock out of my mouth. So, I do the only thing that I can: I suck him even harder. Willing myself to move past the pain in my neck, I bob my head as fast as I can, my lips rolling back and forth over his shaft. I feel his cock slightly spasming, but he’s still far from cumming; even so, I keep on going, realizing that this is just the opening show. The main game hasn’t started yet.

  When Par
ker finally takes his hand off of my head, I pull back at once, my lungs struggling to get the air in. My muscles are still tense, but small electric twitches have started to take over, all that electricity inside of me hitting an all-time high.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, sitting up and leaning back against the seat. I start to move my hips, forcing Parker to finger me even harder; just like that, I explode like a landmine. “Fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, my pussy cramping up around his fingers. Throwing my head back, I let fireworks explode behind my shut eyelids, bright lights going off inside my mind.

  I remain like that until I feel the last waves of pleasure receding, and only then does Parker take his fingers out of me, sliding them out as slowly as possible. I tremble as he does it, ripples of pleasure going up my spine and lapping at my burning brain.

  “This was just the appetizer,” he whispers against my ear. I open my eyes as he takes his hand from between my thighs, and he brings his fingers up to my mouth. With that devilish smile on his face, he brushes his fingertips over my lips, coating them with my own fluids, and I open my mouth by instinct. My lips are only slightly parted, but he pushes his fingers inside my mouth anyway, and I start to suck them dry immediately. It’s funny, but this is the first time I have ever done something like this. I’m not a prude or anything, and I know exactly what to do between the sheets… But I’ve never been what you’d call kinky. That’s about to change, I’m pretty certain of that.

  “If this is the appetizer,” I say, still breathing hard as Parker takes his fingers out of my mouth, “I can’t wait for the main course.”

  “Everything in due time,” he grins at me, pointing to the window with one hand. I look out the tinted window just in time to see the fenced gates of a private entrance to the JFK Airport opening to let us through. God, are we already here? Time does fly when you’re having fun, it seems. “We’re here,” he adds as the limo rolls down the runway toward a white jet, a blue stripe across its length.