“Princess, I love that you’re so ready for your new toy and you’re even so wet.”
Wet? That was an understatement. My pussy was swimming in my juices.
Wide-eyed, turned-on, and nervous as shit, I watched as he removed Sparky from the box and handed it to me. I studied it. It did resemble a sparkling toy wand—in fact, one that Ike’s Tikes manufactured that was very popular with little girls.
“Saarah, I want to watch you play with yourself,” he said, his voice deep and sexy.
I was having a mini-panic attack. If I understood correctly, he wanted me to put this big girl magic wand to my pussy. I bit down on my bottom lip as he dug his other hand into a jeans pocket.
“This will make it more fun for you.”
My pulse in my ears, I watched as he pulled out a small plastic package that was marked “Lubricating Gel.” He tore it open with his teeth and squirted the contents on the head of Sparky. He then flicked the “on” button, and it began to buzz. As I began to buzz with anticipation, his velvet voice rose above the loud hum.
“Now, let’s get you set up.”
On my next breath, he straddled my left leg over the arm of the couch and then bent the right one on the cushion. He guided my hand to my very exposed, very wet, quivering pussy, and I let out a little yelp as he helped me apply the surprisingly warm vibrator to my clit. Applying firm pressure, he moved the tip around it in small circles. I moaned. Oh my God! It was what his fingers could do to my magic button, multiplied many, many times.
“Okay, princess, it’s playtime for you.”
He let go of the vibrator allowing me to take over. I played with the toy, gliding it up and down my slick folds and then, after I was done exploring, placed it back on my clit. I could feel my temperature rising as my raging pussy fluttered with the intense pleasure I was giving myself. Strange erotic sounds escaped from my throat.
Ari loomed over me, his arms folded across his taut chest and his eyes trained on my pussy. A diabolical smile played on his lips, and as my eyes traveled down his body, they almost jumped out of their sockets. A huge bulge was threatening to burst through his fly. Holy shit! I was turning him on as I turned myself on.
Within minutes, the ultra-intense pressure, beyond anything I’d ever felt down there before, became unbearable. Flinging back my head, I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered. I wanted to stop but forced myself to continue. I was buzzing my way to ecstasy.
“Saarah, are you having fun?”
I was in no state to respond. I was peaking. Combusting with orgasmic pleasure. Shrieking with euphoric relief.
“Princess, now it’s my turn to play with you.”
Oh no, don’t take away my toy! I’ve been a good girl!
I was in no condition to fight him as he pried away the vibrator and rolled me over. Still stunned by my out of this world orgasm, I was now on my tummy, my pelvic bones and elbows propping me up. In one smooth move, he spread my legs and bent them upward so that the soles of my feet faced the ceiling.
Sparky descended on my clit once again, and my back arched sharply as if I were doing an upward dog yoga pose. My neck was so taut I thought it would snap. My muscles clenched as I built toward another earth-shattering climax. Oh God! How much more stimulation could my clit take?
“Come for me, baby,” I heard my playmate breathe out.
I was so close I could almost taste it. The throbbing was insufferable until finally my bubble burst again with such orgasmic force I shuddered. As I cried out my climax, I felt the weight of his body on mine. His knees, straddled, pressed into my hips and his palms pressed over the backs of my hands. I couldn’t move as he nuzzled my neck.
“Playtime isn’t over yet, my sweet toy.”
Removing the vibrator, he powered his magic wand inside me. Oh my God! He was so hard! So hot! So deep!
“Oh, Saarah,” he rasped as he drove his thick length in and out of me with velocity and ferocity. “It’s so much fun to play with you.”
As my clit continued to pulse, his forceful fullness awoke every fiber of my being. Each time he sank his cock back into me, I flexed my hips to meet his thrust, deepening the pleasure not only for me but also for him. Ari groaned loudly as I shrieked at the top of my lungs. I buried my face into the couch to muffle my sounds, fearful that if Mrs. Blumberg heard them she would think I was in danger and call 911. Which maybe wasn’t a bad idea because I honestly thought I was going to die from his ruthless assault.
“Now, baby!” he ordered as he rammed his length once more into my magic spot.
Accompanied by a long, loud grunt, his cock convulsed, spurting hotly into the depth of my core. As his spasms rocked my quivering walls, wave after wave of ecstasy swept through me with reckless abandon. They kept coming and coming. My whole body shook under the weight of his torso. I could hear myself moan as he collapsed on top of me.
Hoarsely, he whispered into my ear, “Oh, my princess.”
His head crashed onto my back as his body, a dead weight, lay splayed atop mine. Slowly, he pulled out of me and then mustered the strength to stand up. Wasted, I forced myself to roll over and sit up. I drank in his face. He looked totally spent yet so breathtakingly sexy—his eyes, heavy and hooded…his hair, a wild tousled mess…and his mouth, a parted, kissable vestibule for taking in air. He met my gaze and we said it in unison: “Holy fuck.”
“I’ll be right back,” he managed, a few ragged breaths later.
He staggered to the kitchen and then returned with a moist dishtowel. My eyes stayed fixed on him as he cleaned himself up and slipped on his jeans. I just never got tired of looking at this gorgeous specimen of mankind. My beautiful Trainman.
“Saarah, do you have a pen?” he asked as he zipped his fly over his still swollen cock. He had regained his strength and now once again was that powerful, intimidating Adonis.
My eyes searched the small living room and spotted one on the desk where I kept my old, ready-to-shut-down-forever computer. My knees weak, I retrieved it. Beneath my dress, our hot melded juices rolled down my inner thighs.
Now fully recovered, Ari plucked the pen from me and dug his hand into a jeans pocket. My eyes grew wide. What he pulled out was a crisp hundred-dollar bill. Pasting it against the wall, he scribbled something on it. He turned around, and with the bill in his hand, gazed at me intensely with his piercing blue eyes.
“I want you to have this. In case of an emergency. My cell phone number is written on it. If you ever need me, I want you to call me. But promise you won’t give out the number to anyone. I safeguard my privacy.”
I nodded and let him slip the hundred-dollar bill into my hand.
“I have to go. Ben will be home soon. It’s a school night.”
He strutted to the door and swung it open. My heart was a sinking ship, knowing that this was goodbye again. Holding the door open with his foot, he leaned against the doorway.
“Come here, princess,” he ordered, motioning with his finger.
Fighting back tears, I slowly padded over to him. He hooked his arm around my waist, drawing me next to him, chest against chest. He smacked a hot kiss on my lips and then flashed that dazzling, dimpled smile.
“Saarah, I must say you are definitely an expert when it comes to toys.”
And with that, he jogged down the stairs.
I closed the door behind me and slid down against it into a crouching position. I stared at his hundred-dollar bill, not knowing if I should be insulted by it or flattered. All at once, I felt like a spurned lover, an orphan, and a whore. Was I nothing but a girl toy to him? Something, not someone, he’d grow tired of that could be passed on or simply thrown away? One minute he made me feel loved; the next minute he made me feel used. The jumble of emotions was overwhelming. Folding my arms across my shins, I buried my head between my knees and wept for everything that was uncertain in my complicated life.
CHAPTER 21
Ari
When I got back to my empty apartment, I was
buzzed. Drunk with my princess, Sarah Greene. I was glad I’d gone over to her place to make amends, and that vibrator sure went over big. In more ways than one. I already missed her and there was a big part of me (no pun intended) that wished she would call me on my cell phone. She was the only woman I’d given it to aside from my mother, my sister, and my top female executives.
After I dropped my weekender bag off in my bedroom, I headed to the kitchen to grab a beer and fix myself a quick bite to eat. I’d barely eaten all day. On my way, the intercom buzzed. It was the doorman, letting me know that my sister and Ben were on their way up. I wasn’t expecting them back so soon. Maybe they left the Hamptons early or didn’t have a problem with traffic.
When the elevator door parted, Ben came flying out and I swung him in the air.
“Hey, bud! Did you have a good trip back?”
“Yeah. Aunt Gwen stopped at a Dairy Queen and bought me ice cream!”
“Cool.” My eyes met Gwen’s. “Thanks for bringing him back.”
“No, problem.” She propped up Ben’s roller bag on the marble floor. “He slept most of the way home.”
Her voice was as cold as ice, her face tight. Whatever barrier Sarah had created between us was in full force. My twin sister was not one to step down and neither was I. We were two peas from the same stubborn pod.
I toyed with the idea of telling her that I’d just come from Sarah’s place just to piss her off. It was strange how the dynamics between us were the same as when we were kids, but she didn’t give me a chance.
“Ari, I’ve got to go. I have an early day in court tomorrow.”
She eyed me suspiciously, perhaps distrustful of the sparkle in my eyes.
“Please think about what we talked about last night. She’s no good for you. If you don’t end it, I will.”
Her cold, threatening tone sent a chill down my spine.
“What’s Aunt Gwen talking about,” asked Ben, still in my arms.
I put him down. “Nothing you need to know about.” I gave him an affectionate pat on his bottom. “Why don’t you go to your room, put your clothes away, and get into your pajamas and we’ll make macaroni and cheese together.”
“Yay!” shouted Ben, grabbing his suitcase and scooting down the long hall.
Gwen’s frosty eyes stayed locked on me. “He deserves better. Goodnight, Ari.”
With that, she turned on her heel, letting herself out and leaving me simmering.
I’ll confess. I was good at a lot of things, but cooking wasn’t one of them. My idea of cooking was microwaving a package of frozen mac ’n cheese, but I was lucky because this was one of Ben’s favorite things to eat.
Sitting at the kitchen island counter facing each other, we devoured our tubs of the super orangey, soupy stuff, which I’m sure was made with fake cheese and had tons of bad additives. But it was so fucking good.
“Daddy,” said Ben, scraping the bottom of his tin with his fork, “did Aunt Gwen tell you about what happened at the pool yesterday?”
My stomach twisting, I set down my fork. “No, tell me.”
Five minutes later, I’d heard the whole goddamn story straight from the horse’s mouth. No details spared. While in ordinary circumstances, this life or death encounter would have gutted me—there was nothing more sacred to me than my son’s life—his explicit narrative sent hot rage shooting through my veins.
Fucking Gwen. She had lied to me about Sarah sitting there idly just as I thought. Ben had gotten a cramp while swimming in the deep end and his close-by bodyguard Vadim, who watched him like a hawk, had instantly come to his rescue. My princess was a witness to Vadim’s quick reflexes as was Gwen.
Simmering, I dismissed Ben from the table, telling him to go watch TV and that I’d bring him Twinkies and ice cream. A new Power Rangers episode would likely be playing on Nick. He couldn’t have been happier.
As I cleaned up, my rage morphed into fear. I had to win Sarah before Gwen got to her. As soon as the last utensil was in the dishwasher, I made a call.
CHAPTER 22
Sarah
I woke up the next morning at the crack of dawn. Tuesday. Work. I didn’t need an alarm to get me up. The vibrations between my thighs from last night’s playdate with Ari were enough. I could practically hear the throbbing.
I went through the steps of my usual workday routine. Feed the cat. Coffee. My birth control pill. A quick jog around the neighborhood. Shower. Get dressed. I threw on a loose-fitting gray Urban Outfitters dress that Lauren has passed down to me because it wasn’t her style, laced up my combat boots, and organized my messenger bag. At the last minute, I slipped Ari’s one hundred dollar bill into my wallet though I still had very mixed feelings about it. Good to go, I grabbed my skateboard. Yes, that’s how I commuted back and forth to my office located between Broadway and West Twenty-Third Street. My skateboard was a fast, economical, and reliable means of transportation.
It took me a half hour to get downtown, weaving in and out of the early-morning commuters skittering like mice along the city streets. The landmark cast-iron clock outside the iconic Toy Center Building, which dated back to 1909, read seven thirty-five. Perfect. That would give me plenty of time to finish up Catherine’s ridiculous assignments. While I’d gotten most of them done, the bitch didn’t send me a list of the fashion designers she wanted to visit in Milan until ten p.m. And by that hour, I was too emotionally and physically drained by Ari’s mind-fucking plundering to begin it. Fingers crossed I could get it all done by the time she showed up, I thought as I headed into the building with my skateboard clutched under my arm.
No matter how much I despised working for Catherine, I always got a rush of excitement when I stepped foot inside the building where I worked. There was a contagious, electrifying energy and I could feel the creative juices flowing. I’d finally landed a job where I belonged. One day, I hoped all my hard work—and talent—would pay off, and I’d be sitting in a corner office like Catherine’s overlooking the Flatiron District and displaying all the toys I’d developed. Stepping into the elevator that was packed like sardines with familiar faces, I dreamt about what the future might bring.
Ike’s Tikes was located on the twelfth floor. When the elevator doors parted, I wormed my way out of the still packed car and headed to our headquarters. Someone was ahead of me walking in the same direction. I recognized him by his girth and his shiny, thick black wavy hair. It was Ike Abrams, the founder and president of the company. We got to the entrance of the office at about the same time, and I thanked him for holding the door open for me.
He responded with a warm smile. I’d only run into him a few times and I’m sure he had no clue who I was.
“You’re here early,” he said brightly as we stepped into the colorful reception area that was filled with those award-winning beanbag toys everywhere you looked.
“Yes, sir. I have a lot of work to do.”
“Who do you work for?”
“Catherine Sinclair.” I debated whether to tell him my name but chose not to since he didn’t ask.
He smiled again. “Great. She’s one hell of a woman.”
If he only knew!
“You’ll learn a lot from her.”
I mentally rolled my eyes. Yup. In addition to knowing the layout of the Chanel makeup counter at Bergdorf’s by heart, I now knew the name of every major Italian fashion designer.
Moving past the reception area, Ike and I amicably parted ways, with him going down a different hallway to his office. His side of the U-shaped office was devoted to those who worked on Ike’s Tikes, which was the company’s cash cow. Catherine’s office was in the new development and business affairs area, and was the biggest among them. My desk sat outside it.
Other than Ike, I was likely the first person here. There was an eerie peacefulness as I marched down the dimly lit hall filled with empty cubicles and offices. In less than two hours, there would be a totally different vibe, the office space filled with dozens of employ
ees working collectively to come up with the next breakout toy.
When I got to my desk, my mouth fell to the floor. Someone had been here before me. Waiting for me was an elegant crystal vase filled with a dozen of the most perfect long-stemmed red roses I’d ever seen. I knew whom they were from without having to open the small envelope propped against the vase. How the hell did he know where I worked? Duh! Of course. I mentioned it to him and his family at Ben’s birthday dinner the other night.
“Hay, caramba!”
I spun around. It was Fernando Suarez, my best friend at work, who, like me, tended to be an early bird. As usual, he was wearing his all-black uniform—tight jeans and an equally tight T-shirt that exposed his pumped up boyish body.
His dark eyes lit up. “Señorita Sarah found a boyfriend over the weekend?”
“Hardly,” I snapped back at him.
While I adored Fernando, a gorgeous gay guy of Filipino-Cuban descent, who worked in the packaging division (those cool Ike’s Tikes’ birth certificate tags were totally his creation), he could often be annoying. Very annoying.
“Have lunch with me later, mí querida.” He winked. “I want to hear everything.”
My eyes stayed on him as he sashayed down the corridor toward his cubicle and disappeared. Parking my skateboard under my desk, I sat down and tore open the envelope, which had my name printed on it. My hand was shaking as I read the notecard inside.
Dear Sarah~
I enjoyed my long weekend with you. I trust you did too.
Yours~ Ari
My heart fluttered, and I felt my face flush. I slipped the note into my top desk drawer, very aware of the vibrations between my inner thighs. I wondered when I would see him again. I got the feeling he was devoted to Ben during the week, something I understood and respected. Yet, I found myself hungering for him.
Forcing myself to focus on my work, I booted up my computer and checked my emails. The majority of them were from Catherine sent this morning. More ridiculous things to do like picking up her dry cleaning, setting up her waxing appointment, and color-coding her files. Didn’t she have anything better to do first thing in the morning than piling a crapload of chores on me?
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